Tuesday, December 31, 2019

2019 Year in Review


2019 Year in Review
Some argue we’ve come to the end of another decade, but from a mathematical point of view, the new decade is still a year away, in the year 2021.  But that doesn’t mean we cannot celebrate the arrival of 2020, a year to be filled with seamless vision.  How do I know?  Eye saw it coming thanks to my 2020 vision.  Let’s not forget that 2021 and beyond could be worse, because hindsight is 2020.  How eye-ronic!

Whether you think astronomically or mathematically like I do, we are in the twilight of a new decade and sometimes you just have to take a good hard whack at the hornet’s nest, then take cover and see what happens.

It’s a fact, I’m not a trained journalist or writer.  But as I reflect upon the adventures I had, the obstacles I faced, and lessons I learned along the way, I write my annual review from the gut, because everyone knows that one thing engineers aren’t short of are opinions.  This is mine.
 
This “tradition” of analyzing my running year has become something I look forward to because no matter how many difficulties, struggles, ups, downs or curveballs I’ve faced throughout the year, it always amazes me how they’ve helped me grow and become a better person in the end.

At times, despite having a cacophony of thoughts whirring around in my head, I find it hard as I sit down to write a blog review there is only white noise to match the blank computer screen in front of me.  Although it may be easier said than done, I just need to reach out and stop that whirring clatter and begin tapping those lettered keys on my keyboard. 

Every year may have different themes but the one thing that I’ve noticed is consistent since I started this annual tradition is the personal growth I’ve achieved.  I almost can’t believe how my story has unfolded over the years and what I’ve managed to accomplish, but by having a record of what it has taken to complete my 50-state goal has kept me humble.  With a whole lot of miles of smiles, pleasures and disappointments, how do I fit all the years of running around the country into concise presentations?  Mission: impossible.

My aim in sharing my story is not to brag or boast, but hopefully, to serve as an inspiration to others.  My goals may be somewhat extreme or lofty by typical standards, but most often I am able to attain them, and not without the normal number of bumps or roadblocks I expect to encounter.  I come across problems and setbacks just like anyone else, but I keep a good attitude and try to make the most from what I’ve been blessed with, and most importantly, to be happy.

I’ve accepted the fact that I'm not as fast as I once was and I fear that I may never be again.  These negative views consumed me for much of the past years, and sometimes led me astray from my love of running.  This brings me to a few goals I set for 2019.

Goal #1.  Run for fun!  I did not set any particular time or mileage goals for running this year.  As any runner could attest, finishing a marathon with a great time is a wonderful feeling, but with so many marathons over the past few years, a part of me got burned out, logging fewer and fewer miles.  I guess I didn't realize just how tired I was until nagging niggles forced me to take occasional breaks.  Maybe I took running too seriously, always chasing that next PR, BQ or some specific finish time.  I found myself becoming disappointed as I crossed the finish line with another disastrous time, and I lost sight of why I loved running in the first place.  

Sometimes one doesn’t realize how much you miss something until you take a much-needed break.  I promised myself to slow down and to run races with no fear of my finish time (except pacing responsibilities).  It’s only a set of numbers that don’t mean much in the big scheme of things.  As my 50-state quest concludes, I am ready to get back to running local half marathons and stuffing my closet with more t-shirts and various pieces of swag.  Goal #1 met.

Goal #2.  Continue to stay focused.  Even “cutting back” to seven marathons and four half marathons, I continued to stay focused on my 50-state quest.  It's been an awesome journey crisscrossing the country, seeing amazing sights and meeting some incredible people.  Now that it’s over, it’s time to rest, recover, reset and adjust to ordinary life, and figure out where my next marathon starting line will lie.  Goal #2 met.

Goal #3.  Find and run a marathon in the state of Tennessee.  Although I checked off Tennessee with the 2016 Chattanooga Marathon with the best of intentions, an inadvertent layout error produced a 0.28-mile discrepancy in the marathon distance (not in my favor) causing the marathon to not count towards my official total. 

When I enter an event, I tend to follow the rules.  I didn’t cheat Chattanooga, because I didn’t know of the error beforehand, but I cannot escape the fact that I did not run the full distance.  Unless I desired to become a non-certified 50-Stater, I had to find and run another qualifying marathon in Tennessee.  Although not my number one choice, the convenient timing and locale of the Mockingbird Marathon afforded me the opportunity to officially check off the state of Tennessee.  Goal #3 met.

Goal #4.  Finish my fifty-state quest by the end of the year.  Coinciding with Mockingbird, North Carolina’s incredible New River Marathon was the capstone project of my running education and fifty-state mission.  Thanks to the incredible staff and volunteers, my journey, and crowning achievement, concluded in June.  A quasi-double marathon weekend complete.  

When my 50-state venture began, I could not see the ending of my path as it was yet untrodden and beset with perils unknown.  I had faith in the Lord to go out with courage, not knowing where I would go, but knowing His hand would lead me to all my destinations.  Goal #4 met.

During the course of the year, my training lacked any indication of consistency.  A part of me wasn’t motivated and a part of me wasn’t adjusting to the demands of work and “racecations.”  Time slipped up on me and I struggled to maintain any traction with my training.

I began 2019 with a flight to New Orleans and a short road trip to the Alabama shore with the annual running of the Big Beach Marathon, serving as a do-over state from an ill-ridden performance in 2014 with Mobile’s First Light Marathon. 

From there, my travels pointed me up the Eastern Seaboard to Connecticut and Massachusetts before returning to Nevada for another do-over state intended to overthrow my ET Midnight Marathon experience.  A final swing through the states of Ohio, Tennessee and North Carolina rounded out my travels, and wrapping up my 50-state certification in June.

The glow of June appeared to overshadow the balance of the year.  From the highest high as I crossed the finish line in New River, my euphoria seemed to have plummeted as the second half of the year unfolded.  In addition to overcoming the inconvenience of intramuscular issues and some tendonitis, my training lagged for most of the second half of the year and, sadly, I didn’t feel as if I had anything to look forward to any longer.  But in the long run, it was essential to rest and recover.  I resumed training as July approached and as much as my legs would allow to prepare for my half marathon pacing commitments.

Overall, I would have to grade my running year as satisfactory.  I will never complain even when it’s an okay running year.  Every day I can lace up my running shoes and head out on the road is a good thing.  Running is truly a blessing and it means so much to me.  It brings back my smile when it seems to be hiding behind a frown, sadness or angst.  Running is my stress-reliever and I hope to never take it for granted.

I equate running to be like a good friend.  Running has been there for me through good times and bad; the highs and the lows.  Running is there to help me through rough times.  Running is there when I require a much-needed confidence boost.  At times, running has helped my own mental health and that is why I think it means so much.

Running has given me moments of joy and elation.  Running has made me leave my comfort zone and has led me to travel the country to find that special zone that only runners know about.  I am grateful for what running has brought and taught me.  Lately, not running like I used to in my earlier years is like gradually losing contact with someone I have been close to for many years – and it’s hard.  I feel like a bad friend of running and I fear one of these days I won’t be able to refer to myself as a runner any more.

Running is an addiction, and an obsession.  To me it is an obsession with seeing the entire world, one race and one adventure at a time.  It is an obsession with being in-tune to my body that I can compete giving everything it has, and be awed by what it can do.  It is challenging, and sometimes it feels more challenging than anything else in this world.  Sometimes it means running on the edge of your mind’s limits, balancing them with those of your body.  But, I’ve proven that every step is worth it in the end.

Following a known path will lead one to an expected destination; but, over the years I sought to blaze new paths taking me to new destinations.  Not surprisingly, the journey turned out to be more exploratory than I could fathom.  As the 2019 calendar commenced, I began to see the light at the end of the tunnel and I certainly looked forward to emerging from that tunnel bringing an end my trailblazing throughout our country’s fruited plains.  Recapping my 2019 journey:

Alabama – Big Beach Marathon, Gulf Shores, 4:31:24
 
Where the white sand beaches meet the surf of the gulf coast, the Big Beach Marathon ushered in the new year brimming with southern hospitality.  The sugar-like sand of Gulf Shores attracts vacationers from around the country, so it’s only fitting to stage a marathon to show off the beauty of the gulf coast!  With tons of pre and post-race fun at The Hangout, the marathon takes runners through some beautiful scenery as it winds through the paved trail system of Gulf State Park before finishing the last three miles along Beach Blvd with some intermittent views of the Gulf of Mexico.  In addition to being my best finishing time of the year, it was also one of my most memorable trips.  There’s only one rule to remember when in the area – don’t torment the venomous snakes or feed the alligators.

Connecticut – Savin Rock Marathon, West Haven, 5:04:35

Good things sometimes come in small packages.  Overall, a good marathon; but, there’s room for some improvements.  The beauty of coastal Connecticut’s Long Island Sound wasn’t enough to overshadow negotiating West Haven’s dreaded hills – two times!  After the first 13.1-mile loop, spectators and even law enforcement appeared to abandon the scene, and course markings in some places were difficult to spot.  Advice?  Remember course landmarks throughout the first loop to avoid getting lost or veering off-course the second time around.  While race organizers decided to incorporate every hill in West Haven into the course, perhaps redesign the course consisting of a single lap of hills combined with an out-and-back run along the sound’s shoreline.  Just a thought.


Massachusetts – Cheap Marathon, Salisbury, 4:57:07

Many words explain this marathoning experience in northern Massachusetts – cheap, reasonable, economical, to name a few.  And, the Cheap Marathon certainly doesn’t disappoint.  As the name implies, organizers do spare expenses which is why the entry fee is only $26.20, cut that in half for the half marathon.  I came into the marathon with little expectation of swag, food or entertainment.  With six laps of a 4.36-mile loop in and around an RV campground parking lot, overcoming boredom is just as difficult as running the same lap six times.  To keep my sanity, I kept my focus on my path like a bloodhound tracing a scent.  As the finisher’s ribbon clearly exemplifies, all I got after running a full marathon was a cheap green ribbon, reminiscent of an honorable mention ribbon from elementary school.  Look on the bright side, it certainly doesn’t put additional stresses on my medal rack, but dangles proudly for all to bear witness of one of my crowning achievements.

Nevada – REVEL Mt. Charleston Marathon, Las Vegas, 5:09:05


Located in the Spring Mountains National Recreation Area northwest of Las Vegas, Mt. Charleston dominates the western horizon and is one of Nevada’s foremost winter and summer recreation destinations.  REVEL races are definitely unique and they promise fast and scenic downhill marathons to help maximize one’s chances for a PR or BQ.  They seek to take full advantage of the time athletes spend running in canyons, forests, state/national parks, etc.  But, they can, and usually do, wreak havoc on a runner’s legs if not adequately prepared.  Following a long early morning bus ride to a mountainous resort lodge up above the snow line nearing 8000 feet, runners stored up as much potential energy as possible for a 26-mile trek back down the hill to Las Vegas.  As runners transformed that potential energy into kinetic energy, beautiful canyons and desert landscape views forfeit any wearisomeness to vanish into the cool thin air.  In late April, desert temperatures can and do exceed eighty degrees.  With zero shade, high temperatures and arduous downhill running, finishing this marathon is a difficult endeavor, but great post-race fare abounds for those who endure and cross the finish line.

Ohio – Flying Pig Marathon, Cincinnati, 5:05:11

Another pig sooie cheer!  For some reason, just the name “Flying Pig” summons runners from all over America to assemble in Cincinnati for some fun and entertainment.  Without a doubt, it’s popular and generally garners a cult-like following for some runners.  The course leads runners across the Ohio River for a brief run into Northern Kentucky and throughout various parks and neighborhoods of Cincinnati finishing along the famed waterfront between The Great American Ballpark and Paul Brown Stadium.  Although hills reign in runners for most of the day, the crowds, spectators and aura make this such a wonderful event.  The expertly organized race brings runners together for a weekend of fun, food, games and entertainment.  The uniquely crafted finisher’s medal hangs proudly on my medal rack.

Tennessee – Mockingbird Marathon, Erwin, 5:44:44


Whenever I hear about a road race being cut short, I think of Rosie Ruiz, who notoriously cut into the final mile of the 1980 Boston Marathon in her bid to capture the women’s title.  In the end, she got caught.  This inaugural event sponsored by the Road to 50 Multi-distance Running Club, served as a substitute for the Chattanooga Marathon, a racecourse inadvertently cut short, but by human error – a misplaced traffic cone set by a well-intentioned person.  At first, I was skeptical in the days leading into Mockingbird if there would be enough entrants.  But I’m glad I stuck with my positive attitude and completed the marathon’s full distance, albeit not a good day for me.  The running field consisted of only thirteen participants (both marathon and 50K distances) on an out-and-back 1.1-mile segment of Erwin’s Linear Trail as runners must complete each segment 24 times.  Because of the small field of runners, I ultimately took home a second-place overall trophy.  I never win or even come close to placing in my age group, but to place second overall without even trying, I was thrilled, nevertheless.  

North Carolina – New River Marathon, Fleetwood, 5:15:18

State No. 50!!  The unpredictable Appalachian weather certainly threw in a monkey wrench and a memorable way to bring finality to my 50-state quest.  Tucked away in the Blue Ridge Mountains of western North Carolina, an early morning run in rural Ashe County is a relaxing way to escape the mental overload of the superfluities of life, even in heavy rain.  The course begins in the small hamlet of Fleetwood located north northeast of Boone.  The day commenced with periods of tropical-like rain showers in the midst of Christmas tree farms and green rolling pasture land.  The rain and the not-so-ideal weather were not enough to dampen my spirits or rob my enjoyment with a run in a beautiful setting.  Hills abound, and the final three miles include a muddy cross-country trek through a wooded copse of hardwood trees and dense understory culminating with a half-mile steep ascent, all geared to test a runner’s fitness.  The New River Marathon course is amazing and is unquestionably one of my top three marathons in my repertoire.  

Race Stats:  

Half Marathons Run: 4 (running as pace leader)
Napa Valley Half Marathon, Napa, CA – 2:13:31 (2:10 pace leader) *
Humboldt Bay Half Marathon, Eureka, CA – 2:14:25 (2:15 pace leader)
Two Cities Half Marathon (Clovis), Fresno, CA – 2:08:18 (2:10 pace leader)
Bakersfield Half Marathon, Bakersfield, CA – 2:10:00 (2:10 pace leader)

* Ran with a painful and nagging hamstring injury, but did the best I could.

Marathons Run: 7 (Four new states)
Fastest: 4:31:24 (Big Beach Marathon, Gulf Shores, AL)
Slowest: 5:44:44 (Mockingbird Marathon, Erwin, TN)
Average: 5:06:46    Standard deviation: 0:21:52   Median: 5:05:11

Number of fellow marathon runners: 6,522
Largest race: 3,874 (Flying Pig Marathon)
Smallest race: 13 (Mockingbird Marathon)

Fifty-state quest average through 50 states:  4:54:28
Standard deviation: 0:22:20
Median finish time: 4:56:52

All-time marathon average to date (through 71 races):  4:51:32
Standard deviation: 0:28:58
Median finish time: 4:54:09

Number of days since first marathon and final marathon of 2019: 6,796

Mileage Stats:

Total miles run in 2019: 741.50
Race miles run in 2019: 239.3 (including marathon and half marathon)
Average half marathon pace: 10:02
Average marathon pace: 11:42






Best Medal of 2019:  That’s a tough decision since medal designs and creative appearances seem to improve with each passing year.  It essentially boils down to the home-crafted design of the New River Marathon, with 1920s era wood paneling; to the swinish charm of Cincinnati’s Flying Pig; to the gulf shore motif of Big Beach Alabama.  Drum roll…I really have to give it to New River.  The beautiful scenery of northwest North Carolina, the amiable and good-natured people, the kindness and thoughtfulness of the race director (which I did convey to him), the course layout and the fact that who wants to finish their quest on an easy note, wins out with a huge margin.  

For the half marathon, the Bakersfield Half takes the prize.  The unique medal symbolizes the legacy Buck Owens, Merle Haggard and Dwight Yoakam left on the City of Bakersfield, the perpetual sound of the Bakersfield beat and the guitar makers of bygone days.

Worst Medal of 2019:  I can’t really find one that I truly dislike all that much.  Oh, yes, I can.  The Cheap Marathon finisher’s ribbon.  It’s certainly unique and a first for me; but as its name implies, expect nothing in return for your hard-earned efforts.  Enough said!  It still earns a distinguished place on my medal rack, though.

"Ya reckon we meet up at the Longbranch Matthew?"
For the half marathon distance, after the Napa Valley medal, I would have to give the least amount of kudos to this years’ Fresno’s Two Cities half marathon.  In prior years, medal designs focused on the event’s autumnal theme, but the 2019 medal depicts Old Town Clovis’ Water Tank and Uptown Fresno’s skyline instead – signature features of the two cities – but organizers should keep the original theme.

The City of Clovis’ effigy of “Festus Haggen” (Ken Curtis of Gunsmoke fame) personifies Clovis’ old-west leitmotif.  In my humble opinion, if the finisher’s medal incorporated a depiction of the scruffy, cantankerous, and illiterate deputy, I would rate it at the top of my favorites list. 

There you have it, a quick and dirty summary of my year – nothing too special – with the exception of finishing my nationwide quest and a second-place finish trophy – but no records set, no accolades, or monetary winnings.  The year was enough to keep me busy, feeling good and out of trouble.  My 2019 average marathon finishing time of 5:05:46 was 2:10 faster than last years’ average time.  
Festus Statue at 430 Pollasky Avenue, Clovis

Final thoughts

Calendar year 2019 brought about many things.  First and foremost, it brought about the unexplainable feeling surging through my body as I finished my fiftieth state.  Also, it brought about remembrance, redemption, vindication, fortitude and a personal victory.  It brought about improving what is working, and what’s not; fixing what is holding us back, and letting go, and changing focus on what matters.  At this time last year, I didn’t think I could possibly top last year’s excitement and thrill.  But somehow, I managed to do it.  Even though I wasn’t completely successful, I felt more alive this year as I scampered up muddy trails, ascended substantial hills, barreled down through canyons and deserts, pounded over scorching pavement and writhed my way through tropical-like rain showers.  

Perhaps facing a difficult run, or defeat for that matter, gave each finish line an extra jolt of gratification and fulfillment.  I always expected that I would finish each and every race no matter what, and that was evident as I crossed final finish line in North Carolina.

I have been running for a long time now and running means so much to me: my solace, my sanity, my health, my fitness, but writing running blogs is somewhat of a new addition to it that appears to be a nice fit.  I don’t think I have many readers but the few comments I do have always been supportive and at times given a much-needed boost.  I don’t want the end of my 50-state quest to be my last memory of running and I want my blogs about my running adventures to continue.  I hope, really hope, that I can be back in touch with my friend “running” like I used to be.

And so, with a thick mix of emotions, I bid farewell to 2019 and I look to 2020 with a buzzing mix of eagerness, trepidation and ambition.  Though my plans aren’t completely monumented in stone, I hope that whatever path I may blaze, I will share it with fleet-footed travelers of all dispositions, from starry-eyed newcomers to the ragged veterans.  We’re all searching for the same thing, so we might as well enjoy the company. 

These are the thoughts of this long-in-the-tooth engineer.  Now that I’ve stepped right in it by completing my trailblazing, I shall continue to do so again.  Happy 2020 to you all.

“Strive not to be a success, but rather to be of value.” – Albert Einstein
As always, onward and upward.






Wednesday, December 4, 2019

Bakersfield Half Marathon


Bakersfield Half Marathon
Bakersfield, CA
17 November 2019

“Sweat cleanses from the inside.  It comes from places a shower will never reach.” – Dr. George Sheehan

“How many of you that sit and judge me ever walked the streets of Bakersfield?”  About as far west from Nashville as one can get, masses of runners congregate on the coast of Bakersfield for its annual November marathon giving me the opportunity to walk the streets of Bakersfield and reflect upon the Bakersfield Sound. 

The Bakersfield Beat, and the first category of country music, became one of the most popular and influential country genres promoted by noted pioneers such as Buck Owens, Merle Haggard, Dwight Yoakam, Marty Stuart, The Desert Rose Band, and The Flying Burrito Brothers, to name a few. 

Finisher medal collection
The fourth annual running of this marathon personifies the legacy, tradition and remembrance of the Bakersfield sound.  Finisher’s medals characterize the large influence on the West Coast music scene and the small guitar companies that set up shop in Bakersfield back in the day.

I believe it’s important to keep the traditional sound of country music alive and recollecting the irreplaceability of country music legends.  As the song goes, Who’s Gonna Fill Their Shoes?

The marathon begins and ends on the campus of the California State University, Bakersfield (CSUB) off Stockdale Highway on the west side of Bakersfield just off the banks of the notorious Kern River; “screaming quiet and startling you alive,” as Merle Haggard described it.

The Expo/Packet Pick-up

In years prior, Buck Owens’ Crystal Palace offered space to host the expo and packet pick-up.  However, this year, Bakersfield High School played host to the expo.  Surrounded by bleacher seats and basketball hoops, several vendors and other merchandise companies packed together on the school’s gymnasium floor.

My wife and I secured our race bibs and supplementary swag bags at the legacy runners table positioned near the entry door.  In addition to the standard long-sleeve tech shirt, legacy runners also received their own unique shirt complete with the name of each legacy runner blazoned on the backside.

Let’s do this

The two courses are basically identical to previous years.  However, instead of the start line being on Don Hart Drive West in front of the Dorothy Donahoe Hall building, organizers moved the start/finish line to Don Hart Drive East in front of Parking Lot J.  The start line relocation forced organizers to create a short out-and-back segment off Stockdale Highway before Mile 2.

Fresh off a great pacing performance in Fresno, I was again bestowed the honor of being a 2:10 half marathon pace leader, equating to a 9:55 pace.  About a half-hour before start time, pacers assembled in front of the starting line gantry for the traditional photo-op as runners began filtering through the orange-colored portable fencing surrounding the start area.  I placed myself a fair distance from the starting mat adjacent to the 4:20 marathon pacer (as we have identical pace times) holding up my pace sign above my head as a host of runners began to gather around me.  Promptly at 0700 (without the national anthem as was customary in previous races), the starting pistol sounded.  At last, we were off and running.

Waiting to begin
This is the fourth running of Bakersfield and my fourth year running this event, continuing my legacy status.  The event has continued to grow and has become one of the south valley’s premier autumn running events.

During the year of its maiden run, and on an uncharacteristically hot autumn day, I succeeded in grinding out the full marathon distance.  I believe that first year burned an unpleasant and indelible impression in my mind and since then, I’ve chosen to run the less strenuous half marathon, serving as a pace leader for the past three years.  But, I can’t let fear dictate my running.  Perhaps one day, I will run the full course once again, but maybe not as a pacer.  By knowing the course – the good, the bad and all the ugly parts sandwiched in between – I’m able to offer first-time runners some advice about what to expect.  

Half marathon course map
I’ve paced many half marathons in my running career, but never seem to hit the perfect pace goal time.  To me, finishing within in a few seconds of the goal time is technically ideal, but doesn’t really count.  

The most efficient way to run a half marathon, or almost any other race distance, is perfect pacing.  Each mile exactly as fast as the one before and the one after.  So, if my perfect pace is 9:55 per mile, it’s perfectly acceptable to run one particular mile in 9:54 and another mile in 9:56, but to maximize results, a pacer shouldn’t stray too far off the elected pace.

Unfortunately, we do not live in a Utopian society, and with marathons, half marathons, 10Ks or whatever distance, we often encounter hills, winds, twists, turns, curves and sometimes that obnoxious runner who cuts you off leading into a turn forcing you to break stride or swing off a tangent causing you to lose a second or two, or that crowded aid station as one attempts to fuel that internal machine with calories, water or electrolytes.  To compound the problem, if your half marathon of choice has hundreds of other runners crowded together with you on the starting grid, it is very difficult to hit the first mile or two exactly on pace.

So, we pacers do the best we can.  It’s easier said than done, but the best strategy seems to be to relax for the early miles and be willing to give away a minute or two off the perfect pace, knowing you can regain lost time as crowds around you begin to thin.  I can’t tell anyone whether they should run 8:00 or 9:30 or 10:00 or even 11:00 miles, because conditions differ from race to race.  I do know that if I relax, focus and let the race carry me along, at some point, I will achieve that perfect performance.

That was my chosen pre-race strategy, but as I began, hubris dictated my running.  Within the first half-mile, I caught myself cruising along at a 9:30 pace.  Although relaxed for me, it may not be so for those wanting to exploit my expertise.  With that in mind, I took my foot off the gas, coasting to around 10:10 per mile, clocking the first mile at 9:46.

Over the next five miles, I maintained a solid uniform pace fluctuating between 9:45 and 10:00 per mile as I ran alongside two marathon runners targeting a 4:20 finish.  We advanced upon the Bakersfield High School campus and the ten-kilometer timing mat stopping the clock at 1:00:22 – a little too fast, perhaps, but within an acceptable range.

Shortly after the 10K split, we deviated left onto H Street for a short, but welcomed, downhill jaunt, under a railroad overcrossing, then back uphill for a left turn onto 18th Street into the heart of uptown. 

At the Mile 7 aid station, I paused for a moment to wolf down a packet of a berry-flavored concoction containing simple and complex carbohydrates, electrolytes and amino acids to keep me feeling strong and energized.  The momentary pause gave me the opportunity to spend some of my banked time and to re-charge my legs for the all-important second half.  

A flamboyant and verbose runner a short distance behind me exclaimed, “Thank you for stopping.  Now I can catch up.”  Funny, I passed him about 100 yards back as he sashayed down the middle of the street.  I invited him to join me for the remainder of the race, but once I resumed running, he immediately fell behind.  Again, he cried, “Please slow down, Mr. Pacer.”  I don’t know if he was trying to be funny or not.  I wasn’t amused.  I was on pace and I couldn’t afford to give up any time just to appease him.  By the way, there was a 2:20 pacer a few minutes behind, and if that was too fast, a 2:30 pacer.

At around Mile 7.5, marathoners and half runners diverged and went about their separate ways at 19th and Elm Streets.  I bade good luck to my fellow running mates as they continued their trek up the bluffs to Bakersfield City College.  We halfers looped the block circling around to Beach Park and onto the Kern River Parkway Bike Trail, under State Route 99 and through Yokuts Park for the final homestretch. 

Even with a plethora of runners in my immediate vicinity, I felt myself running alone, continuing a steady pace, resisting any urges to push it too much.  But, I had to remain firm as others may conceivably be covertly keeping me in their sights.

The flat section of the bike trail parallels the Kern River providing runners with sights of oil well pumpjacks, river sediments, debris flows, willow trees and low-flow trickles of water once impounded behind the Corp’s Isabella Dam in the Sierra foothills, soundlessly meandering along the river’s thalweg.  As my mind meandered, I recalled Merle’s description of the Kern, “screaming quiet and startling you alive.”  Quiet?  Yes, but I wasn’t startled.

I caught myself creeping back to around a 9:45 to 9:50 pace through Mile 11 and along the shores of Lake Truxton as several fishermen sat stone-faced patiently waiting for a fish to snag their bait.  I didn’t fathom the prospect of palatable fish living in that lake fed by the waters of the Kern River.  I carried on, passing a few fatiguing runners, some of them muttering, “Oh no, that’s the 2:10 pacer!”

Nearing the finish line
My pace hovered around 9:58 for the final two miles.  I sensed others behind me were using me as their stimulus to manage any feelings of drudgery and a motivation to finish strong.  I gave some fist bumps to some cheering spectators as I neared the final turn onto a bridge spanning an irrigation canal, through the Stockdale Highway intersection, passing the Mile 13 flag and onto Don Hart Drive East into the CSUB campus. 

Off in the distance, the inflatable red, white and blue-striped finish line banner signaled the end of the race.  I stepped-up my pace to around 9:45 passing a few struggling runners, some with painful expressions on their faces, others with a sense of relief their run was concluding, in their quest of personal validation rather than a competitive victory.  I didn’t hesitate to offer some needed cheer, praise and encouragement to those I passed.  I glanced at my watch, then the finish line, then my watch again.  Suddenly, crowds formed on both sides of the street hugging the finish line chute, multiplying the total amount of spectators I had seen all day by ten-fold.  The race clock ticked away, as the race announcer said, “Here comes the 2:10 pacer!  Looks like another spot-on performance.” 
   
Done (me in the background)
I stopped my Garmin to find a time of 2:10:00 – I was amazed.  Perfectomundo!  A little Spanish lingo there.  Though I did not bring in any one runner to the finish line, I was proud of my pacing duty, nonetheless.  

RACE STATS:

Distance: Half marathon (13.1 mi).  My Garmin measured 13.12 miles.
Date: 17 November 2019
Bib No.: 2588
Weather at start: 48°F, clear sky with southerly breeze at 3 mph
Gun time: 2:10:37
Chip time: 2:10:00
Average pace: 9:55 per mile
Average cadence: 161 steps per minute
Overall rank: 311 of 851
Gender rank: 202 of 373
Division rank: 26 of 47
Elevation: 62 ft gain / 62 ft loss
Age graded score: 52.40%
Age graded time: 1:51:25
Garmin splits: 9:46, 9:55, 9:59, 9:50, 9:45, 9:53, 10:02, 10:07, 9:57, 9:49, 9:50, 9:59, 9:58, 9:43 (remaining 0.12±)

LIKES / WHAT WORKED:
·         Very well-organized event from packet pick-up, immediate online results, the well-stocked aid stations along the course.
·         Nicely organized expo and lots of merchandise.
·         Very cool weather in November.
·         Flat course and Boston qualifier.
·         Attractive finisher’s medal, personalized bibs, post-race breakfast burritos, bags of pistachio nuts, halos, free beer at the beer garden, live post-race entertainment, hot-fudge sundaes, long-sleeve event tech shirt.
·         Super friendly volunteer support.
·         Great spectator support.
·         Great traffic control and course monitors.
·         Easy and ample parking race morning.
·         Race-day packet pick-up.
·         An all-around great experience!

DISLIKES / WHAT DIDN’T WORK:
·         Final three miles along the bike path may feel a little long.
·         One noteworthy climb under a railroad overcrossing.

Since I had a couple of hours to kill before my wife finished the marathon, I turned my attention to the “runner’s village” to take a load off my achy dogs, enjoy the California sunshine and to partake in some post-race sustenance consisting of breakfast burritos, halos, cookies, beer, iced tea, locally grown pistachios and hot-fudge sundaes.  

The live entertainment kept everyone in a festive temperament as the band played cover music from a hodge-podge of musicians and genres, but focusing on local notables such as Buck Owens, Merle Haggard and Dwight Yoakam.  Got to love it.

Final thoughts

The final miles of any half or full marathon can be awful no matter how good one feels and the feeling a runner gets from finishing such a race never gets old.  Today, I found a happy medium in the half marathon distance.  I expected to phone it in by dialing my time to be within thirty seconds of my 2:10 goal time.  Running even mile splits is incredibly difficult, if not impossible, but finishing spot-on is something that will probably not happen again.

The aches and pains in the legs of some behind me certainly bore witness to the struggle a half marathon can have on the body.  I wasn’t killing myself and I hope others following me didn’t either.  It was, dare I say it, fun.  Bakersfield is certainly a great race, put together by enthusiastic volunteers and local supporters who were cheery and happy to be out on the course.

I doubt that I’ll have another perfect pacing performance.  Perhaps when I carry another pacing sign, I should add an “-ish” next to the time.

I leave with a quote from an Old Irish Blessing, “May the road rise up to meet you.  May the wind be always at your back.  May the sun shine warm upon your face…”  

Onward and upward.