Charles Harris 10k Race Recap

by Haley on February 28, 2012

Saturday morning I woke up feeling like I’d been run over by a herd of triceratops:

I’d signed up to race the Charles Harris 10k, but every fiber in my being was screaming at me to just stay in bed.

But since I’d spent the past week listening to Kelly Clarkson’s “Stronger” on repeat, it did not seem like an appropriate time to become a quitter. Plus, everyone is always talking about how flat and fast the course is, so I figured worst case I could just cartwheel my way to the finish line.

Once I got to the start at Tucker High School I immediately felt better. At least a dozen of my Dynamo Multisport teammates were racing too! I’d been working out of town for the past few weeks so it was really great to catch up with everyone.

I went hard from the gun – I knew there was no such thing as “easing into” a 6.2 mile race. I needed to get MOVING!

I got a little extra boost when I passed Kyle “K-Peasey” Pease cruising along with the help of his big brother Brent. Kyle has cerebal palsy, but with his brothers, Brent and Evan, pushing him in his racing chair, he’s tackled 10ks, triathlons, and even an ultramarathon. And K-Peasey doesn’t mess around – he and Brent hit the first mile marker in 6:30. Smokin’ fast!

This was my first time running Charles Harris, and even though I’d heard the course was mostly flat, I still secretly believed the road would make a right turn and I’d be face-to-face with a Hogpen-esq hill.

Thankfully, that did not happen. The course was as flat as a gluten-free pancake. But that doesn’t mean it was easy. It just meant I had to run faster!

Aided by my super sweet Mizuno racing flats, some friendly cheers on the course, and a good push from my triathlon buddy Tim on the final downhill, I managed to finish in a personal best 37:43. Good enough for second place female.

Ten kilometers may be a lot shorter than my typical races, but I learned a lot out on the Charles Harris race course. For years, I’ve heard coaches say it doesn’t matter how you feel on race day – if you’ve done the work you can still pull off a good race. This race was a nice reminder of that. It was also a good reminder of what it feels like to go fast. But one reminder I did not need was how delicious post-race coffee tastes! That’s a joy I could never forget!

Shanks, Me, Spk - Well deserved Starbucks!

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Red Top Rumble Race Recap 2012

by Haley on February 14, 2012

Humbled by the trails yet again!

Every year I go into the 11.5 mile Red Top Rumble trail run with big dreams of redemption. I picture myself cruising through the trails with ease. But every year I find myself scrambling up, and gingerly tip-toeing down, the “non-techical” trails. Man! I think even “easy” trails are tough!

But even though I struggle, I do actually have a lot of fun running trails! And I think my move up from 5th place last year to 4th this year means I am getting a little faster!

Highlights of the day included:

*Finishing without a single cut, scrape, or bruise

*Taking a wrong turn, but being quickly caught and re-routed by a friendly volunteer

*The really delicious finish line breakfast (it’s made by a real chef!)

*Hanging out with Kevin and SuperDave post-race:

*Watching Michael claim his podium spot! (2nd year in a row!):

*And the following succession of absolutely amazing tweets:

First, Michael tweeted a pic of me excitedly collecting my 4th place gift basket:

My friend EJ never misses anything. He’s a lawyer. He immediately fired back:

Wait, what? Let’s see that award pic again!

Wild Card! Fourth place gets a child!

Yes, it does in fact appear the Red Top Rumble now awards its participants with children in red jump suits. I bet the race will sell out in seconds next year!

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Blood Lactate Testing Day!

by Haley on February 7, 2012

Blood and needles are pretty much my least favorite things in the world. Yep, right up there with spiders and insects. So when Coach Diablo suggested I do a blood lactate test, I had only one thought:

“No way Jose!”

I resisted for a really long time. But eventually I gave in for 3 reasons:

(1) I actually do want to get faster

(2) Diablo is usually right about things

(3) Everyone else was doing it!

So, what is a blood lactate test? I stole this from the Dynamo Multisport website and highlighted the important parts:

Basically, the test would give me an idea of my current fitness level and help me figure out what kind of training I need to do going forward.

I would be riding my bike on an indoor trainer (with power, to allow for measured intensity). Every couple minutes Diablo or his cronie, Shanks, would prick my finger, squeeze out a drop of the precious red stuff, and take a blood lactate reading. The number would show how hard I was working. Over time, the bike intensity would increase, and so would my blood lactate level and heart rate until…

(Just kidding. Sort of.)

When I showed up for my test I got a little preview courtesy of Michael. He was almost finished and was seriously killing it! Everyone else in the room was cheering him on. FIND A WAY MIKEY!!!

I was actually very happy to see Michael’s anguish seemed to come more from his effort on the bike and not the tiny pin pricks in his finger. Hey – I can handle that kind of pain! Things were looking up!

I got on the bike and did a quick warm-up before the games began.

In the beginning, everything was really easy. I just focused on Kathryn’s awesome music mix and maintaining a good cadence. But gradually things started getting harder and harder and harder.

Before I knew it I was drenched in sweat, practically drooling all over myself, and using every single muscle fiber in my being just to keep the pedals turning over. I could hear people cheering and Diablo calling for 30 more seconds. I tried to keep going, but eventually…CRASH. The train wreck came to a screeching halt.  My legs had had ENOUGH.

The good news is Coach and I actually got some really good data from the test. It turns out I’m in a really good spot for February, but I still have plenty of room for improvement. I also have some new heart rate and power zones I’m ready to put to good use!

The other good news is the pin pricks really didn’t hurt that bad. Or maybe I’m not that afraid of needles anymore? Now if only I could figure out how to toughen up around roaches…

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Double Secret Birthday Surprise!

by Haley on January 31, 2012

No, it wasn’t my birthday. (Mark your calendars – that’s in July!) It was my good friend Brent’s birthday!

Brent also loves exercise. So to celebrate the conclusion of 29 spectacular years of life, Brent’s wife Erica and super-friend Kathryn planned a double secret birthday surprise!

Surprise #1 was a group bike ride! The only thing Brent loves more than exercise and America, is exercising with a bunch of Americans!

Micki, Me, Chris, EJ, Brent, Nick, SpK, Betty, Scotty, Alberto, Katie, Kidd, Dan

Surprise #2 was a post-ride picnic! Erica really outdid herself with sandwiches, veggies, chips, fruit, Coke with twirly straws and even cupcakes! I wish Brent’s birthday was every weekend!

The only thing missing was Drew, who sadly had to put his beloved cat Charles down that morning. I’m not responsible enough to have any pets of my own, so I had chosen Charles as my favorite “pet of a friend.” I’ll miss you Charles!

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Hogpen Hill Climb: 2012 Edition

by Haley on January 25, 2012

What the heck is a Hogpen?

I’ve ridden up and and down both sides of Hogpen Gap, and even run it on a few occasions. But in all those climbs and descents, I’ve never seen a single hog, boar, or any other type of swine. So why the funny name?

Well, thanks to my trusty iPhone and some unexpected free time in the jury duty waiting room this week, I now have a pretty good answer! Apparently, back in the day, farmers would build a fenced-in pen near the Gap, or Pass, in the mountain. Then they would run through the hills rousing up all the wild hogs, running them straight into the pen where they became…BACON! Yum!

So there you have it – Hogpen Gap!

These days, the hogs must either be less tasty or better hiders, because I’ve sure never seen them!

The Hogpen Hill Climb is an 18k run starting near the quaint Bavarian town of Helen, Georgia, and ending at the top of Hogpen Gap. And yes, it is basically just one very big hill:

This was my third time running Hogpen and it was made even more special by pre-race lightening, thunder, a torrential downpour, and even HAIL! But I suppose I wouldn’t have signed up if I hadn’t expected maximum suffering!

A new starting spot extended the race from 17k to 18k this year. In the beginning, I liked this change because it meant an extended downhill section near the start. But by the end, I was cursing the extra 1k as I passed the 11 mile marker. It was a lot easier to stay motivated last year when I only had to count to 10!

I went out really hard hoping to bank some time on the easier part of the course before it turns drastically uphill at mile 4. After that, I just tried to hang on for dear life. Luckily, my Dynamo teammate and training buddy Michael was just in front of me for most of the race. This meant I could focus less on the hill and more on just keeping him in sight!

The strategy worked for this race, and even though I was seriousy dragging the last couple miles, I managed to claw my way to the finish and take the overall female win and more importantly, post a much faster time than last year! Maybe my December running streak is already paying off?!

Post-race, I got to celebrate with Georgia swimmer turned ultra marathoner Kelly…just before she ran back down the mountain! (My whimpy triathlete self took a car!)

And of course, it was my Dynamo teammate Kathryn’s birthday so we just had to celebrate!

Kathryn's ideal birthday? Running 11 miles uphill! In the rain!!

Our friend Drew recommended we try the “World’s BEST Buttermilk Fried Chicken Restaurant” about 40 minutes from the race. So our Dynamo crew packed our soggy selves into our cars and caravaned toward the restaurant. By the time we got there everyone was starving and absolutely salivating over the thought of fried chicken! Unfortunately, we found this:

CLOSED?!?!

Yes, the “World’s Best Buttermilk Fried Chicken Restaurant” closed two weeks ago.

Luckily, Kathryn was ok with our backup plan…

It also probably helped that Katie had packed surprise cupcakes and they were ridiculousy delicious!

Happy Birthday SpK! And congrats to everyone who conquered Hogpen!

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