Run du Nain Rouge 2013

Last Sunday I ran the Nain Rouge. That means Red Dwarf in French. Apparently back three hundred years ago there was a Nain Rouge that terrified the French settlement in Detroit and every Vernal Equinox the good people of the city gather together to banish him. This is a tradition that has been recently revived. There is a parade commemorating it in downtown Detroit near Cass Ave to the Masonic Temple, but first was the 5K Race Run du Nain Rouge.

In its inaugural event there were close to four hundred runners, most of whom were dressed up in red. A lot of them were also wearing the race day t-shirts, designed by Pure Detroit, were quality. In lieu of a picture, just imagine the insignia at the top of this page on a dark grey short sleeve shirt. The other people looked like the picture below. Yes, even the guy without the shirt dressed... like something. I don't know why he went nips out when it was hovering around freezing but God bless. I wish he were wearing red though. (And by the way I beat him.)

The race started from the Cass Coridor, then went south on Cass Avenue, around Cass Park and back. Along the way there was a Nain in a few buildings jeering the runners by way of microphone. It was a nice touch. I would've liked it if the pace car had a Nain on it. Anyway the wind was blowing pretty hard, the air was more than crisp... it was more smacking. The wind smacked me a few times. There were a few guys ahead of me that I slowly passed, Shirtless Guy being one of them, but there were three guys that were ahead of me that sort of always kept getting further and further away. My theory is that they were part of the running store there and they are very good runners. Obviously.

I finished the race at 18:30, which is around 15 seconds slower than my PR, but I also think the course was short. The good news is that I came in third overall. That never happened in DC so I was very happy about that. I got to choose a shot glass as a result. AND the best part was that, going along with the red theme, there were red velvet cupcakes and pomegranate at the finish line. A trip to Slows to Go was a delicious way to finish the experience. There's me below running in my red, pixelated best. 

Welcome to 2013

Happy 2013 everyone. I hadn't run in the three days leading to the New Year. You may be able to decipher that by the beard on my face resembling dirt. I thought best to hide from the calendar change by not leaving my apartment, but when 2012 went away and 2013 arrived, I thought that I should do what I'm so fond of doing and ran.

I ran my typical path down to the National Mall but instead of going to Hains Point, I went across one of the bridges that is not Key Bridge or Memorial Bridge into Virginia and ran to Roosevelt Island. Along the way I encountered what I think is a New Year Resolution Run with about 200-300 people running along the GW trail going the opposite direction (then encountering them again on the way back). It was nice to see all those people starting the year out the right way.

I wouldn't have even known about Roosevelt Island had it not been for Pacers, where we started and ended some Saturday long runs. There is a nice Memorial to Teddy Roosevelt that still could stand to have some landscaping, but it's a great refuge from the fast pace of DC. I turned around there, but before i did i stopped to look around for a few minutes and enjoyed the serenity that being slightly outside the city can bring.

Jingle Ball Run in Ellicot City, MD

Last weekend I ran the Jingle Bell Run in Ellicot City's Centennial Park. I hadn't run a race since April or May during the Crystal City 5K Friday series, so I wanted to see in what kind of shape I was during the winter months.

I went with my friend, Tom, who ran with me in high school. Getting to the race was a little chaotic since there were way more runners than anticipated. This was more of a fun race than it was competetive, with there being no chipped time.

The course was slightly hilly and scenic, running around the lake. There really were a lot of jingle balls tied to people's shoe laces so you could hear when someone was approaching from behind. Ultimately I finished with a 18:49 time, which was over 30 seconds slower than my time in the spring. I also came in fifth overall, so that tells you how not competetive it was. I also learned that I need to keep my eyes open when posing for cameras.

You can see more race photos HERE.

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Boston Marathon 2012: Day 3

 The day is finally here. I woke up and played "What Makes You Beautiful" by One Direction. I'm not kidding. It was my jam for the entire weekend and I'm not ashamed. (Yes I am.)

Eddie and I skedaddled from the hotel and walked past the site of the Boston Massacre (symbolism! foreshaddowing!) and onto the buses. The couple in front of me were holding hands across the aisle on the school buses on our drive to Hopinkton. I tried to sleep and I did for a few minutes, but then Eddie woke me up because he hates me and wanted to get an early start on torturing me.

Athletes Village, as they call it, is more like a refugee camp for Type A skinny people. I basically sat under a tent for three hours while trying to eat and stay loose. They have food there, but I just feel more comfortable bringing my own. The best thing I saw were Japanese people dressed up like American cartoon characters. One guy was dressed up like Minnie Mouse and he was in two corals ahead of me, meaning that he was acting a fool, mocking me, and there wasn't a darn thing I could do about it because he qualified with something like a 2:50 marathon (I'm guessing).

Since the temperature was already in the high seventies at the start time, I decided not to wear a shirt. I thought this would keep me cooler, which I don't know if that's true. (Does whicking technology help with that?) But I was sweating while waiting in the corals. I also though I brought sun screen, but I did not. That would prove to be a bad move.

My game plan was to run as fast as I could and say to hell with the temperature. Well that kind of worked. The first mile is always packed. But I just couldn't get up to the 6:50 minutes per miles that I needed to do in order to get my sub 3, so I just decided to run more like a 7:05. After mile 3, I knew I couldn't even sustain that. The train went off the tracks soon thereafter. I should've just enjoyed myself and drank a beer like some of the spectators were trying to persuade us to do, but I wanted to get a good time even though that wasn't possible for me.

The people are really the best part of this race. The runners are all friendly and very fit, so there is always good eye candy. And the spectators are all out there, handing out orange slices or cold sponges, waiving signs, or just cheering us on. I really appreciate every one of them. At one point there were two little girls making up a song about running. I wish I could remember it. It was really stupid and I loved it.

I walked a lot of the race, and I don't feel badly about it. When I would take a walk break, I could feel myself already being overheated. People would sometimes cheer me on by saying, "You can do it!" and I would think to myself, "I am doing it. I just need to take a little break right now and walk." Their hearts were in the right place though. It was so hot out there that I never felt wet even though I was sweating and drinking a lot of water because it would just evaporate. I was also trying to hit all the sprinklers along the course that I could find.

I basically just wanted to finish the race. I saved up my energy to run up the entirety of heart break hill. The best part of the race other than finishing was beating Eddie. It's on the internet, you can check it. (Hi Eddie!)

I said goodbye to Boston after eating at Black Rose. I had hoped to re-qualify again at Boston, but I missed it by a good 15+ minutes. And since I can't run another one this spring due to scheduling conflicts and registration for Boston is in early September, I don't think I can run it in 2013, which I guess is fine.

See y'all in 2014!

My poor feet post marathon. 

Boston Marathon 2012: Day 2

I woke up and sat petrified in my bed for about an hour and a half. What had I gotten myself into? It wasn't some hot piece that I was waking up beside, it was the fact that I'd committed myself to run 26.2 miles the next day, and the temperature was reported to almost touch 90 degrees.

Finally I knew that I had to get out of bed, so I decided to run a brief 1.5 miles along the wharf. Seeing everyone outside and admiring Boston's architecture and twisting roads was a welcome distraction. Working up a little sweat calmed my nerves.

Eddie and I made our way to Cambridge to visit Harvard because he had never been. There really is a crackle in the air that I can feel when walking in the commons. People there are just too smart-- I feel like they are reading my thoughts with their giant brains and are not at all impressed. We walked forever to get to a sandwich shop that I can no longer remember the name of, but I had an excellent sandwich made with real bread. Worth it.

Me with "Shoey"

Later that evening we went to the FREE (with proof of registration) pasta dinner at City Hall. It's a really ugly building, but it's decent food and the volunteers were on point. So why not?

Back at the hotel we got ready for the next day. I always feel like everything has to be perfect. I tried making little salt packets since there wasn't any salt packets anywhere in Boston. I need to order some for the next fiasco. Anyway, we got all ready for tomorrow and headed for the roof deck to contemplate our own mortality and look out across the river before bed.

Boston Marathon 2012: Day 1

The Boston Marathon in 2012 was really hot, in case you didn't know. But my only thought while waking up at 5 o'clock in the morning on Saturday to get to the airport by 7 o'clock  was, "Why am I doing this to myself???"

Getting to the airport was pretty brutal, but I slept most of the plane ride, so that wasn't too big of a deal. I arrived at the Wharf Marriott at around 10 o'clock and they already had a room waiting for me that looked over the water and right next to the metro. I already saw people in running gear, and I knew that the nerd convention had already begun.

My partner in crime, Eddie, met me at my hotel and we walked to the convention, which was about a mile from the hotel. The theme this year was ORANGE. Not like a pumpkin orange or a peachy orange, but dayglow traffic cone orange. The free shirts were nice though, they were blue with some yellow. I think they recycle the colors from last year. Look out, Boston Marathon 2013 runners, because you're gonna look crazy.

We decided to get lunch at Eastern Standard before heading off to Copley Square. It was a great meal and they had a specactular drink menu, but I was too sick to really taste anything. Did I mention that I was sick? Well I was, which meant a lot of nose blowing and not fully tasting delicious food. I still got some sort of egg cream liquor drink.

I took a brief nap and then we went to dinner, where Marco, our Brazilian server, told us everything about Boston that we wanted to know. Thanks, Marco!