Paul Runs the Lake Placid Half-Marathon

Getting up at 4:30 in the morning for the privilege of running 13.1 miles the following day doesn't sound like much of a weekend to me.

Paul, who traveled upstate last weekend to run the Lake Placid Half-Marathon, feels differently.

Alas, I stayed behind as Paul made the road trip with a co-worker and two of his co-worker's friends. He can take it from here ...

Paul:

Of course I knew that the Lake Placid Half-Marathon, nestled in the Adirondack Mountains, would be a very hilly course, but it's really hard to appreciate the extreme elevation till you're trying to run over it.

The course changes elevation by up to 350 feet. Imagine running up and down 35 flights of stairs while in a 13 mile race and you'll get a taste of what this thing was all about.


As the date grew closer, I dreaded it more and more, especially when I sprained my ankle three weeks ago and ran a grand total of 5 miles in the weeks leading up to this thing. When we got there on race day, the dread really set in as I looked over the cliff (seriously, a cliff) at the mountain road winding up to the finish line and noticed it would be tough to even walk up.

On the bonus side, there was such a small crowd there that they just let us stand wherever we wanted on the street before we started the race. Normally there's a whole huge cattle call/corral ritual with panicked racers elbowing each other and leaping over police barriers before the start of a marathon.

When the starting gun went off, I calmed down a little but grew nervous again as I saw walkers after 1 mile. It was going to be a long day for them. I powered through the first 7 miles, never feeling great, but I was cheered by the shockingly beautiful scenery and quaintness of the little town.


On mile 7 I got a kind of runner's high and felt good until mile 11. During the last two miles my legs and feet were in so much pain that I almost felt like I was having an out-of-body experience. With the finish line in view, I stumbled and seriously thought of dropping out since it seemed like I might pass out. I managed to keep moving forward for the victory lap on the Olympic oval in front of the U.S. Olympic athlete training center.

I was exhausted, but very pleased that I managed a personal best of 1:57 (personal is the operative word here since the best runners can do the course in 1:20). I had two lunches and enjoyed the rest of my day in scenic Lake Placid.


It's all back to normal here in NYC now, no more birds singing or people being, you know, nice. But it is good to be home.

Half-Marathon Man, Take Two

I found myself in Coney Island this morning for the second time this month, but this trip wasn't for hot dogs.

I was there to watch my husband cross the finish line. Today was the Brooklyn Half-Marathon, Paul's first race of the season.

Paul ran the 13.1 mile course in 2:01:08, cutting a full ten minutes off of last year's time. That's a 9:14 minute mile, beating his personal goal by 16 seconds.

Last year the race started in Coney Island and ended in Prospect Park. This year it was just the opposite, with the finish line in front of the old Parachute Jump. More than 9,400 runners competed, and the boardwalk was crowded with friends and family cheering them on.

And it was hot. I wouldn't be surprised if more than one runner took a dip in the ocean between the race and the ride home.

I think Paul was tempted, but all in all he looked a lot better after this race than he did one year ago. There were only a few traces of salt lining his face, and his breathing was completely normal by the time I finally caught up with him about 20 minutes after he finished.

No photos of him running-- I didn't see him on the course until it was too late. But I did call his name as he sprinted by, and surprisingly, he did see me. I guess sometimes you have to live in the moment instead of taking pictures of it!

Half-marathon man

Only a crazy person would get up at 6:15 a.m. to run 13.1 miles.

My husband is crazy.

Paul ran the Brooklyn half-marathon yesterday, running from the Coney Island boardwalk, through several neighborhoods and finishing in Prospect Park. With a time of 2:11:32, he met his goal of running a 10-minute mile. Next up is the Manhattan half-marathon this summer, in which he hopes to run a 9:30-minute mile.

Crazy man.

I watched him cross the finish line, and I have to admit it was pretty exciting. Everyone was cheering and watching for their family and friends. Paul said it was pretty amazing along the course as well, especially as they got closer and closer to the end. I didn't realize the yells of encouragement actually helped, but Paul says they do.

Paul was obviously worn out at the end of the race, but he says he was well-prepared. Despite water and Gatoride supplies along the route, his face was outlined in salt from all the sweat.

All of the runners had a personal timer attached to their shoes (that's what the person is cutting off in the photo), and the official times were posted.

Yep, I think Paul's crazy, but I'm still proud of him.