Erie Strikes Again

As anyone who has run the Erie Marathon before (especially multiple times) knows, the weather conditions can be highly variable year-to-year. (OK, who am I kidding? That's basically ALL marathons, amiright?) This year, all of us were burdened with temperatures that started about 70F and gradually increased (about 75F by the time I finished), and high humidity throughout (starting somewhere around 90%). These conditions are a recipe for sapping runners' energy very quickly, and even suddenly -- especially if one isn't paying enough attention to the combination of water intake, electrolyte consumption, and additional external cooling.

While this is the fourth time I've run the Erie Marathon, it is the first time that I've done so as part of the Pace Team. Originally I was slated for a bit of a slower time, but given needed lineup shuffling due to injury, I was placed in the coveted 4-hour slot. (I've paced many times over the years on either side of that, but this is the first time I was the 4-hour pacer.)

I arrived on Saturday a little later than I might have otherwise given a nice visit I had with my godson who is in his final semester at Pitt. By the time I got to the pavilion in Presque Isle Park that served as the expo, there was only about one hour left. Despite that, there were a decent number of people stopping by our booth asking questions, looking for some advice. As is standard, given we didn't have a pace group for EVERY five-minute increment for this race, invariably there was some grumbling from runners who fell in that "uncovered" middle area, and strategizing as to how best to take advantage of the pace groups and when/how to adjust to hit the desired time. The group dinner we had later that evening was a good time, with several engaging conversations at the different parts of the table; no one appeared to be left out of any conversations.

On race morning, given that the few of us in the car I was in left about 5-10 minutes later than we originally planned, I was very happy that we had parking passes that allowed us to park right *at* the pavilion (which also serves as the start/finish area). The line of cars trying to get to and park in Waldameer Amusement Park was very long and slow-moving. We would have had minimal time available to make one last pit stop and check a bag before needing to be in position for the pacer photo and then line up in the corrals. That extra time is so nice to help settle in.

Finally, we take our pacer photo at the start banner and then move to the staging area. Given how relatively small the actual starting area is, Erie has everyone line up on the gravelly area just on the other side of a small patch of trees, in pace order, from which they load the start area. While the method works just fine, the staging area could do with being larger, so that the pace group leaders aren't so tight together -- which makes it tricky for the runners to properly align themselves. As we were waiting around, I tried to identify my group, figure out who the first-timers were, answered some questions.

Being as far back as I was from the sound system, by the time we were being loaded into the start area, I heard the last few bars of the national anthem. It's the first time I can remember that I didn't take off my hat for it. (Kinda hard to do when you don't know it's being played.) Oh well.

Finally, we were off, to the iconic melody of "Chariots of Fire." Given how tightly packed we are in the start, I made it more of a point than normal to announce to my group, while I was walking (not jogging) towards the start, that we don't need to start running until we get to the line. Walking right there allows us to get a little empty space between us and the people in front of us, making life a lot easier on us.

It wasn't long before the conditions were being felt by everyone. While there weren't any apparent negative effects, several people were commenting about just how much earlier than typically they were sweating. Yep - it was going to be one of those days.

To the runners' benefit on a day such as what we had, Erie has water stations approximately every mile of the course. Despite them being very short (one table each for Gatorade and water), often their volunteers spread out, which helped prevent bottlenecks or people simply having to stop to pick up a cup. And having them that frequent meant my group had to endure hearing me exhort them even more frequently than normal to "drink and douse!" There was one person in my group who ran by my side for as long as she remained with us that early on passed up trying, and a couple of times was unsuccessful in grabbing a cup. After seeing that a couple of times, I was more pointed for the group about making sure they douse at every single table. Even if they needed to stop to get the cup and then take a little time catching back up. 

By the time we hit halfway, for at least a couple of miles afterwards, we were seeing people walking back towards the start line. No clue what had happened that they wound up being a DNF, but there were LOTS of DNFs this time around. Where there were over 1600 people who were registered, fewer than 1000 finished. (Unknown how many didn't start - so they likely weren't all DNFs.) Alas, it seemed like I had lost about half of my group by that point; I don't know if they merely slowed but finished, or if they chose to stop by the halfway point, or even had an injury of some sort. (No, there wasn't a separate, simultaneous half marathon event that they decided to "downgrade" to on the fly.) What's worse, but not at all unexpected, I lost the rest of my group by the time I hit about Mile 18 or so. That's always depressing.

During the remaining miles, though, there were multiple times that I saw people who were walking that would perk up and start running as I approached. Seeing the 4-hour sign was motivation to pick it back up. I welcomed them, and brought them along as far as they could go before they slowed down again -- some because of cramps, others because their energy stores were just too sapped to keep the pace.

There was one runner who did everything you weren't supposed to do, and did spectacularly well. From what he told me during our conversation between when he joined me around Mile 22, and when he moved forward after Mile 23, his original goal for the day was to break 5 hours. Then, he wound up lining up with his friend in the 4:20 group to run with her. At some point (I don't remember when he said), he realized that he had a lot left "in the tank" and decided to leave her in his dust, and pulled ahead. Not long after he finished telling me that, and my remarking that none of that really made sense to do, that it was highly risky to have done that on a day with those conditions, but that he was doing remarkably well for it, he declared uber-confidently, "I've got more in the tank!" and started pulling away from me. "Good luck!"

He got a decent bit ahead of me, but by the time we had gotten to Mile 25, I was close enough that I could see him look over his should (as if to figure out if I was gaining on him) and I made sure to raise my sign up high so he could figure what the distance was. I wound up getting close enough (maybe 50 feet behind him) that I called out his name and told him "Don't let me pass you!" He answered with a cocky "Never!" and pulled up ever so slightly further ahead.

Then, we got to the turn around point at about 25.9. I was even closer on his heels at the point, and he did a risky spinning move while going around the cones for the turnaround, and I yelled again "You better stay in front of me!" at which point he definitely put it in overdrive. While I finished in 3:59:31.5 (click for finish video), almost exactly at the time I wanted as the 4-hour pacer, he wound up finishing in 3:58:43. Wonderful time! Based on our conversation, it sounds like he may have one more marathon that he's planning on doing -- in his ex-fiance's hometown in Italy. Just to rub it in. (They were originally supposed to run their first one together, but broke up sometime in advance of Erie. He pushed it as much as he could because of that. And it totally worked out for him.)

After getting back to the hotel to shower and change, having been disappointed at previous attempts for a good local burger in Erie, we went for some BBQ instead. Very tasty brisket. And a large enough portion that I actually couldn't finish everything on my plate, let alone have the additional baked beans that my friend handed my way.

Across the road was a very bizarre statue outside the Sportsmen's Lodge I had to capture. I haven't looked to see if there is an actual explanation. (And I didn't even notice at the time what looks like might be a plaque right in front of it.)

On our walk back to the hotel, we stopped at a place that supposedly had ice cream (based on their very prominent sign). Alas, they did not. However, I glimpsed part of a cute display outside, so made my way around some merchandise to discover Sesame Street:

This then led to the discovery of a whole host of other similar displays that Mason Farms had in their outdoor area:

Finally, we got back to the hotel and chose to drive to the ice cream shop. Cute logo for the Freezerie, and good homemade ice cream.

Run Rome the Marathon - from Holocaust to First Saint

 

Next up on the grand tour of Rome is the Ponte Settimia (a.k.a., Il Cobra). This bridge is more fully referred to as the Ponte Settimia Spizzichino. It is suspended over some railroad tracks and connects two neighborhoods together: Garbatella and Ostiense. Talk about a long process from start to finish, though. While an overpass at this location was planned nearly 100 years ago (in 1931), the actual design started in 2003, the project was finally approved in 2009, and it was finished and inaugurated in 2012. Settimia Spizzichino was named after the only female survivor of Auschwitz-Birkenau from those rounded up in the Rome Ghetto on Oct 16, 1943 and deported to Auschwitz.

Less than 1 mile away is the Basilica Di San Paolo, which we were introduced to a few miles earlier at Porta San Paolo. 

While it is outside the Aurelian Walls (hence why it is more fully known as the Basilica Papale di San Paolo fuori le Mura), the Vatican actually owns the basilica, built on the burial site of St. Paul. Over the centuries since it was first built in 324, there have been many events which damaged the basilica, and extensive repairs and renovations done to evolve it to its current form.

Down Under Again So Soon? Yep!

Ever since the first time I traveled to Australia in 2000, I made a promise to myself to get back Down Under at least once every 10 years. I managed it in 2010 with a slightly different Australian itinerary. Then COVID ruined my 2020 plans (which included running both the North Shore Marathon in Auckland, New Zealand and the Sydney Marathon one week later). I finally managed to get down to New Zealand for my trip in 2023 and capped it off with a brief stop in Australia to run the Sydney Marathon in its first year of candidacy as an Abbott World Marathon Major. That provided me guaranteed entry into one of the 1st three years of it becoming a major. I made sure to select 2027 to spread out the huge travel time as much as possible. After all, going that far, the trip has to be at least 2 weeks total.

Well, the window just opened to register. Even without knowing the exact date (I knew it would be approx late August 2027), I claimed my spot. Hoping that the earlier time of year compared to the mid-September date I ran it last time will make race conditions more favorable.

Now I need to figure out a few big things:

1) What will my travel itinerary be? I'll likely visit other places in Oceania, just unclear how many days will wind up being Sydney and possibly other places in Australia.

2) How do I apply to be on the pacer team? It'd be great to join the team.

Run Rome the Marathon - Egyptian Pyramid?

 

Next up on the travelogue for the upcoming Run Rome the Marathon, Porta San Paolo and Piramide Cestia. Saint Paul Gate is at the beginning of the road that connected Rome to Ostia, but had been renamed after Saint Paul given it was also the exit from Rome where one could make their way to the Basilica of St. Paul Outside the Walls. (After all, all roads lead to Rome.)

Just next to it along our route is the Caius Cestius Pyramid. The pyramid, constructed to hold this wealthy Roman’s burial chamber, was actually built in 13 BC, about 300 years before Porta San Paolo. Interestingly enough, for some time during the Middle Ages, people thought the pyramid was actually the tomb of Remus (Romulus’ twin), despite Caius Cestius’ name being inscribed in the stone.

Put Yourself Out There

This was from the London Marathon in 2019. For a couple of months ahead of time, I ran on the treadmill in the gym either just with the stockpot (most of the time) or in the full costume with the stockpot (a decent handful of times). I was putting myself out there so visibly and without worrying about reactions because I was not only doing what I needed to to train as much as possible for the difficulty that the run would turn out to be, but more importantly to get attention for potential donations for the UK charity I was running for.

While I don't think anyone from the gym wound up donating -- despite telling me that they would -- to this day, people intermittently ask if I was "that guy." (Yes, indeed.) While they don't recall the fundraising, they still think back to that as a source of inspiration to start up running. Like the guy tonight, they strike up a conversation using that as the starting point. They ask questions about my marathons, what the next one is, my time, how many I've run, what advice I can give on [x], etc. Putting myself out there is still paying dividends for helping others.

Not dissimilar to every time I run as a pacer for a marathon or other race.

Sneaky Thing - Math

Hmm... this result shouldn't be so surprising. Most (all?) of this year, my runs generally have range from 8 miles on the low end (save for the last week of a taper pre-marathon, when distances are shorter), as opposed to being 6 miles during most of my previous training cycles.

For any given run, it's not *that* much extra, tacks on about 20 minutes more to the workout, and enables me to eat a little bit more -- the real motivation behind it.

But those incremental increases have resulted in a sizable cumulative increase in my mileage. This month alone, I've run 260 miles. (I'm actually averaging 65 miles per week? Really?) Across the first 8 months of the year, I've logged just under 1883 miles, whereas in the same timeframe last year I ran just under 1647 miles. A difference of 236 miles -- nearly an entire month's mileage from this small increase in mileage 3-4 days per week.

I'm about to enter a significantly heavy marathon season with 6 marathons I'll be pacing between now and Thanksgiving. (Unclear about December right now.) Ironically enough, each week I run a marathon will likely have a fair bit less mileage than training weeks, given the number of days I take for post-marathon recovery - and don't count my time on the elliptical in my overall mileage totals. 

Run Rome the Marathon -- Tell the Truth!

Nearly 2400 years old, the Mouth of Truth, thought to depict the Roman god Oceanus, is a large marble mask (about 5 feet across) in the Basilica of Santa Maria in Cosmedin. People can tempt fate by placing their hand in its mouth, as legend indicates it will bite off the hand of anyone who places their hand inside it after telling a lie. 

This approximately 3000 pound mask is presumed to have been used as a drain cover for the Temple of Hercules Victor, allowing it to rain inside the temple. It is thought to have been moved from the temple to the church about 700 years ago and placed at its current position inside the portico of the church about 300 years ago. This is among several of the marathon course's landmarks that were shown during the classic 1953 movie, Roman Holiday, as were the previously mentioned Colosseum and Roman Forum.