BACKGROUND
This is the soundtrack of my life
As I wrote
earlier in my strongman comp write-up, I’d been plagued by boredom and apathy
during my most recent bout of training, and was losing the spark from
strongman. Somewhere in the midst of all
of that I had the bright idea to run my first half-marathon. My wife is a distance runner, having run
something like 26 half marathons and 2 fulls, and having been around her during
all this time, I had absorbed a lot of distance running through osmosis but
never really participated. Slowly, it
worked its way into me, and eventually I found myself wanting to do a half
marathon of my own. In truth, the seed
got planted about 2 years ago, when she ran a race in the middle of a snowstorm
on a mountain in Montana, because, in truth, that looked awesome and something
right up my alley, but logistics prevented me from being able to participate
until this point.
And as I
mentioned: I was still training for a strongman competition while also training
for my half marathon. I’m very good at
making bad decisions. But it also meant
that my running training was pretty limited.
I settled on running twice a week on top of lifting 4 times a week and
an events day 1 day a week. This shook
out to needing to have one 2 a day per week, which ended up being on my press
day on Monday. I’d run in the AM and
lift right after lunch. I’d then squat
on Tues, Bench on Wed, do a long run on Thurs, day off on Friday, Deadlift on
Sat and events on Sun. This was, of
course, on an ideal week. Life
occasionally gets in the way, such as working the night shift 3 weeks in a row
at one point during the training. I had
a lot of time during the day to train, but since I wanted to walk my kid to
school and pick them up, things got compromised. In addition, I know I’m not the first
strongman to run half marathons, and that there were most likely better plans
out there, but I’m having more fun doing things the way I want to do them
versus the “best” way to do them.
Of my 2
runs, I’d do a 6.55 mile run on Monday.
Math whizzes will note that this is half the distance of a half
marathon, or a quarter marathon. This
initially started because I wanted to see if I could even do that, because
there very well was a possibility I bit off more than I could chew. Prior to starting this endeavor, the furthest
I had run in about 10 years was 4.5 miles, and that was the week before I
started the training process, going out with the Mrs on a day when we both had
the day off. It’s something that re-lit
the spark to try for the half marathon.
About 17 years ago I was running 8 miles a day, every day, and in the
summer I bumped it up to 16…but again, that was 17 years ago…and 50lbs
ago.
After the
success of that 6.55 mile run, I wanted to see what I could really push for on
distance. I set my first long distance
run for 8 miles: my previous max distance.
Having experienced success with that, I went to 9 the next week, then
10, then went back down to 8, as it was the week of my strongman competition
and I did not want to go too stupidly far, and then back to 6.55 the week of
the race. I was told that, if I could
run 10, I could finish the race, so I was going to put that theory to the test.
I picked a
pace of 6.3 mph to start, which was a 9:30 mile. I’ve run faster miles before (to include
recently, during Murph, while wearing a weighted vest), but I needed a
comfortable pace that would allow me to get in the miles without dying. Each week, for the 6.55 mile run, I’d up the
pace by .1 mph, while the distance runs remained 6.3. In addition, I had the treadmill incline set
to 1 until my very last run, at which point, I set it to 2. My wife’s treadmill is naturally at an
incline, so this meant I was running up a pretty decent incline in training. And yes: aside from the initial 4.5 mile run
and 1 run on a weekend, all of my training was on a treadmill. With me missing 20% of my meniscus in my left
knee, the treadmill cuts out a lot of pain.
GOALS
Yeah that about sums it up
Lots of
folks asked me if I had a time goal for this, and I did not. My goals were simple: I wanted to never stop
running, I wanted to take no water breaks, and I wanted to keep up with my wife
the whole time. This was ultimately a
way to spend time together, and it did me no good if I couldn’t keep up.
RACE DAY
We all draw inspiration from somewhere...
15 days
after taking 4th out of 10 in a strongman competition while weighing
in 15lbs under the weight limit, I stepped up to the starting line of my first
half marathon, with my wife beside me.
It was a brisk 40 degrees and I made a spectacle of myself by being the
only person in shorts and a t-shirt (technically an underarmor style compression
shirt), but I would rather be cold at the start and breathe easy during the run
than warm at the start and fading from heat during the run. I stole a page from David Goggins playbook
and wore a knit cap and some gloves, to keep my ears and fingers warm. I also made sure to fuel up with a zero carb
Rockstar, 2 poptarts and a quest bar.
You know: the good stuff.
My wife
asked what I needed from her, and I laid it out that I needed her to keep
pace. I knew that my first instinct
would be to sprint out the gate and then spend the whole race dying. I don’t do well with other runners in front
of me, and I always want to overtake them to get them out of my field of
view. She did awesome, as our first mile
was a 9:40, and it felt very sustainable.
Apparently, we moved much faster after that first mile based off my wife’s
watch.
My wife could
tell I was having trouble finding my rhythm for about the first 2.5 miles, and
was adjusting her speed to help me maintain my pacing. She wasn’t wrong too: within the first 2
miles I was already wondering if I had made a mistake. I felt very good physically, but the mental
weight of having to run for so long was intimidating. I’ve done a lot of hard workouts, but I’ve
never flat out moved for 2 hours nonstop before. Just a new kind of suck.
Rest assured: it can always be worse
Once mile 3
hit, I seemed to be in a better place.
The view was great, we were running by a lake, there was a nice breeze,
and we were away from the crowd. I was
able to take in the sights and experience what I was experiencing. I also could be more aware of how I was
running. The treadmill taught me how to
lengthen my stride, and my wife kept giving me quick pointers, like keeping my
head up on the uphill portions, letting gravity carry me on the downhill,
keeping my arms loose, etc. She was
basically a quick reference running encyclopedia, and incredibly helpful for a
first timer.
From here,
it was a pretty enjoyable experience, at least as enjoyable as running can
be. I settled into a good groove of fast
enough movement while still being sustainable as far as the heart and lungs go. I had to contend with my right foot up to my
knee going numb and then coming back constantly. I imagine my shoes burned through their
padding and my thudding stride wasn’t helping.
But even that was just a minor annoyance. My wife and I seemed to be pacing off each
other at this point, where sometimes I’d catch up to her and sometimes she’d
catch up to me. She’d grab water at the
stations and drink it on the move and I’d slow down a touch so she had a chance
to drink.
Once I hit
the 10 mile mark, I had reached uncharted waters. I had literally never run further than that
in my life. I said out loud “alright,
almost there”, and my wife offered a sound that I’m pretty sure was laughing at
my naivety. She was right too, because
it’s amazing how goddamn far those miles after the 10 mark are compared to the
rest. 10 to 11 wasn’t awful, but 11 to
12 felt like forever. I never
experienced the infamous “wall”, but I definitely stopped having a good time at
one point. At the 12 mile point, I
started grunting and growling a lot, trying to get the pain out of my
body. I was experiencing muscle cramps
in my quads, which was a new one for me.
I’m sure my lack of water was at play there, but I made my choices.
We ended up
crossing the finish line at 2:00:36. I
was honestly very impressed by that.
With the pacing I had set, I was anticipating a 2:10:00 finish, but
somewhere along the line we had apparently picked up speed. I never asked my wife how fast we were
running because I didn’t want the mind-screw that came with it and I knew my
stupid competitive side would come out at one point. I just wanted to experience this run. That said, I think we had a sub 2 in us that
day if we set out with that goal. A
little frustrating in that we actually passed the 2 hour finish pacelead, but
apparently he’s like one of those taxis with a “not in service” sign up,
because he was apparently done pacing at the time we passed him. But a minor inconvenience really. We were ecstatic with the finish.
TAKEAWAYS AND
LESSONS LEARNED
The big
thing here is the value of General Physical Preparedness (GPP). So many folks in lifting just plain don’t get
what this is, but it’s your ability to perform when the need arises,
irrespective of what that need may be. I
may compete in strongman, sure, but I keep myself fit across a bunch of
different domains, and it meant that, when the time came to prep for the half,
I didn’t need to spend much time focusing that general fitness toward a
specific task. And I’m not saying this
as though I crushed a half marathon and set a record, but considering people
need a 9 week plan with 3 running workouts a week to get from the couch to
running a 5k, I think that I could go over 4 times that distance training in
fewer weeks with less workouts is saying SOMETHING.
I also got
to continually appreciate the value of nutrition as it relates to
recovery. And as much as I would love to
say I ate super clean this whole time and it was all chicken breasts and
salads, that just wasn’t reality. I
still kept carbs on the lower side for my day to day meals, but on my long run
days it was common for me to hit up Taco Bell and get the $5 Nacho Box just to
mainline calories and carbs. Having to
focus on getting bigger AND stronger AND better at running meant that
overrecovery was better than underrecovery, and I put on about 7lbs in the process,
some of it muscle, some of it fat. But
hey, guess what: that means you CAN get bigger and stronger while running. But those of you that want to use running to
lose weight are crazy. You need to
recover from running, and that means eating MORE. If you want to lose weight, eat less and dial
back the activity, because you’re hurting without those calories.
Good socks
go a long way. I was wearing some cheapo
cotton socks and got some bad hotspots in my first run. My wife immediately identified the issue and
found me some decent running socks. Went
a long way toward letting me continue in my training. Similar experience too with cheap t-shirts and
nipple chafe. It’s why I wore underarmor
on race day.
Pain
tolerance is a skill that translates across disciplines, and can compensate for
a lack of ability as it relates to endurance activities.
Having a
good running partner is HUGE on race day, especially if you’ve been primarily
relying on a treadmill. There’s no way I
woulda had the results I had without it.
I got pushed when I needed to, and I held back when I needed to hold
back.
THE FUTURE
Considering everyone already thinks I'm an Ironman when I say I'm a strongman...
I genuinely have no idea if I’m going to run another one of
these. It will always depend on how my
schedule is looking. I have a strongman
competition coming up in April, and at some point I also want to run the Deep
Water Badass program, neither of which is conducive toward distance running,
and though I proved that you CAN accomplish both at the same time, it’s also
true that dedicating yourself to one or the other will make you better compared
to splitting your attention. Still, like
everything, this was an experience, I recommend everyone have it, at least
once.