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More Race Reports 2012 July 16, 2012

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A rather long and rambling race report from the Mont Tremblant 70.3 last weekend:


-Greg Grandgeorge

Another report from William Jenks for Kansas 70.3



Race Reports for 2012 July 16, 2012

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Quartermax Race report – June 23rd – Dan Drefke

After sitting out last season due to my wrist in a cast, I was anxious to compete in a race.  It had been 2 years since I did a 70.3 and 3 years since I did an Oly.  My “A” race this year is the  Rev3 at Wisconsin Dells.  I had two goals.  1 – I needed to shake out the cobwebs and 2 – I wanted to see an old friend in the St. Louis area.  I decided to sign up for the Quartermax triathlon in Wright City, MO.  It’s called a quarter because that is exactly what it is.  1000m swim, 28 mile bike and 6.5 mile run.  Online registration was a little over $100.  Pretty steep considering the type of race.  Race was on Saturday so that was a positive.  I could spend Fri/Sat at my friend’s house and leave on Sunday.

Packet pickup  – Race is held inside of a resort and you need a pass to get by the security guard.  Glad I got this the day before because it would have been stressful having to deal with that on race morning.  Packet pickup was smooth.  Got my swim cap, race number, and T-shirt.  That was all.  No swag.  Not even a horrible breakfast bar or a gel.  WTF?  $100 for this?

Leave site and head to my friend’s house.  Didn’t realize he lived 90 minutes from venue.  Oops.  Get to his place and start acting like we did when we were in our early 20’s.  Carbo load past midnight and realize that I need to be up in 4 hours to make the long drive to race.  Wake up feeling effects of liquid carbs and head to venue.

Race –  Parking went really well and you could park within 200 yards of transition.  Set up my transition and then head DOWN to the swim.  I’ll explain later.  Swim went well. Drafted a guy for half the swim but got separated when we started running into previous waves.  Exited the beach and then ran about 150 yards uphill, 10% grade, to transition.  T1 went smooth and I noticed that there were many bikes in transition.  I was 5th out of the water in my AG (Backdoor brag)  Start thinking that maybe I should have had one more can of carbs the night before.  I start biking and realize I should have had one less can.  Hilly course and the first 5 miles were winding ascents/descents.  The roads were open to traffic but no issues.  Didn’t notice any drafting but there could have been.  No course marshal and few volunteers.  The run consisted of two laps on what I was told was packed gravel.  Basically it was an Iowa gravel road that went up and down through the woods.  Finished race about a minute off of my goal and was in top 20% of AG.  As you came thru the chute they gave you a beer glass with the triathlon name and logo.  Finally some swag.  Just what I need, another frosty mug for the freezer.  Checked out the food tent after the race.  Basic food but they did have a kiddy pool full of micro brew beer.  Nothing like slamming a beer when you are nearly dehydrated.  Left race and headed back to my friend’s place.  Celebrated in style and my post race meal that evening (actually next morning) was White Castle.

The race was a great tune up but I don’t recommend it.  Too many issues.  Long drive, expensive, no free stuff, horrible run course and White Castle.

Bluff Creek Triathlon – Race Report (by Bret Petersen) May 25, 2011

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First race of the year, and a better performance than a year ago.  Bluff Creek Triathlon is a well organized race with a great course around Don Williams State Park.  Good support, good food, and good people; everything you look for in a triathlon.  The sprint would be perfect for a first timer if the water temps weren’t so cold.  This year I opted in to doing the sprint distance vs. the olympic due to the limited training I was doing.  Weather was a slight factor (wind @ 20mph) but the clouds kept the sun from heating things up.  In the end I did accomplish one goal of 5th in AG, but didn’t quite make the sub 1:20:00 I was aiming for.

Read the rest of Bret’s race report here….

2011 Lincoln Marathon (by Mike McGinn) May 12, 2011

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Sorry, this is really self involved.  For those who enjoy race reports, you might enjoy this, otherwise this is probably pretty boring for you.

Quick and Dirty:


Medal: Simple, Gold, Solid.  Picture of Abe Lincoln and Memorial Stadium on it.  Ribbon is strung through the actual medal, not some crappy ring attached to the medal.

Shirt:  Also Simple.  White tech shirt with red mesh on side.  Lincoln Marathon Logo on front, some saying on back.  No sponsors on it.

Course:  Fairly flat with a couple rolling hills.  1st Half:  Great crowd support and great water/Gatorade stops with plenty of support and cups with straws!!!  2nd half:  Also flat with a slight up and down around 18/20.  Complete opposite in terms of crowd support, still great volunteers.


I had a very pessimistic attitude going into this marathon.  I was running it alone and my training was far from my expectations.   I could go all the way back until mid March with my missed expectations on my runs, but I would say the most telling run occurred two weeks prior to Lincoln.  It was my last 20 miler and it was nothing short of depressing.  The first 12 went smooth enough, considering the cold, blustery conditions.  The glass was half full at the start of this day and at least it wasn’t raining, (right Dave)?  The group was light this week as many were in Boston and Dave and I were left to fend for ourselves.  Dave and I kept good spirits, well..  until we hit 12 miles and then decided to turn around.  At this point, the self esteem glass sprang a leak.  It was at the turnaround that we started heading back into a WNW wind for the last 8 miles.  This trek went on forever, and the wind only got stronger the longer we pushed on.  These last 8 miles silenced Dave and me, humbling us by its force.  It was a very defeating run.  I’ve never been good going into the wind, feeling it hinders me more than others.  On the flipside, I do feel like I’m better than most going with the wind.  But seriously, when am I ever going to have to run half a race into a 20 mph headwind?[2]

Saturday Expo:

I left Becka, Ava and my in-laws at the hotel and headed to the expo.  This was my first experience in Lincoln, and fully expecting the smell of sulfur and brimstone as I entered town, I was pleasantly surprised to find that Lincoln (at least by the campus) is not unlike one of my favorite cities, Iowa City.  Complete streets, a campus fully integrated into the surrounding city.  Lincoln even had down the less positive aspects like there’s never anywhere to park and pedestrians dart out into traffic and look at you in disgust for obeying regular traffic laws.  Although there’s nothing wrong with the city, every traffic light annoys me and I can’t wait to get out of town.  I quickly get to the expo and pick up my packet and shirt.  Interesting aspect of the expo is you get shirt you requested, no regretsy’s.  However, they do have a “shirt exchange” so if you do get a shirt that doesn’t fit, you can hopefully exchange it for something else.  Unfortunately, most people know their shirt size, it’s the shirt manufacturers that don’t know how to make shirts.  This year, the shirts were apparently modeled with a giant marshmallow with two sticks coming out of it as this thing has no shoulders.  Of course, there’s no XL so I’m stuck with my ill fitting large, soon to be perfectly fitting sleeveless version.  I leave the expo as it is only average and I have no desire (er.. permission?)  to buy any more exercise clothes.  The best thing about this expo is the pace bands.  They have pace bands for each pace group they’re doing tailored to the course per mile.  For example, they start you out slow and then based on hills and when you’ll start to fatigue, they slow you down and speed you up.  Genius.  Also, on the website, they have a guide on how to run a marathon on how you should pace in different legs of the race.  Definitely worth a read.  I can’t believe I’ve never heard about that before, but it helped solidify my strategy for marathons from this point forward.

I start to drive the course and already know that I’m going to be battling a NW wind in the morning and I look for my trouble spots.  The first half is a loop where we run East/South until around mile 6 where I realize I’m going to have some trouble as this is a fairly open bike path off of a highway right into the wind.  We’ll head west until mile 8 or 9 and then back north until mile 13.  The north route seems to have some good city/tree cover and I’m not too concerned.  The second half is an out and back; six and  half with the wind, 6.5 right into the wind.  This is probably going to be the hardest end to a marathon I’m ever going to face and realize the importance of hydrating/ energy conservation at the beginning.  The course reminds me a lot of Rochester, my least favorite marathon.  It runs with the half marathoners the entire first half and then it’s a quiet and lonely second half out a back. B-O-R-I-N-G.

I get back to the hotel and we decide on Valentino’s for supper.  If you’ve never been to one, it’s incredible, and I’m not talking about the food so much.  It’s an Italian all you can eat buffet.  Absolutely perfect pre-marathon, plus my father in law, “Double Meat” Bill Welch loves the freedom to choose aspect of the buffet, so we all win.  Pre-marathon, I’m all about volume.

Race Day:

I was extremely nervous going into race day.  Ava has never slept for more than two hours in her pack in play so I was expecting to get maybe one hour of good sleep, but, amazingly, she slept through the entire night.  I had a dream that I had run a 2:50 marathon and qualified for Boston.  Of course, I rode my bike in my dream, and that’s why I qualified.  Seriously, I can’t even dream myself fast.  I got dressed and Becka dropped  me off at the start.  I’m significantly early, so I walk around and try to take in the atmosphere.  I’m dressed in warm up pants and pullover, which cleverly hides my obnoxious Hawkeye jersey which I’m convinced will lead to riots as soon as someone sees it.  I don’t know why I was expecting this, but I was fully prepared to fight during this marathon.  Around 15 minutes until start I lose my warm up gear and get headed to the start.   Surprisingly, I don’t hear any jeers or boos.  Actually, no one pays any attention to me.

I’m lined up next to the 3:20 and 3:15 pacers.  My goal is to stay with the 3:20 pacer through the first half and then, if I’m feeling good, see if I can add a little more space during the second half.  My 3:20 pacer spots a friend in the crowds and says hi.  The person he’s talking to is a tall, slender man and they begin talking about goals.  Slim Jim tells the 3:20 pacer they’re going to start out around a 7:30 pace and try to be around a 3:20 pace for the first half and then “they’re going to track down the 3:15 group in the second half.”  This immediately irks me, like the 3:20 is just so easy to get, so they might as well lay the hammer down and pass the 3:15’s while they’re at it.  We immediately become enemies.  I look forward to passing this guy around mile 23 after he’s overexerted himself.

The race starts with a cannon blast (awesome) and we’re off.  Then we stop.  They have a funneled start to allow for better separation along the course.  A novel idea, but not sure if it really worked as people can quickly make up a few seconds along a 13.1/26.2 mile route.  The morning is cool and only feels slightly breezy, but right now, I’m going with the wind.  I start off slow, as I should, but I notice I’m still about :30 seconds ahead of pace already in the first mile.  I aim to keep my HR around 160-165 for the first half.  The first couple miles go by smoothly and I maintain an aggregate :30 second lead.  Mile three is the first water stop and my first experience with cups with lids and a straw on a race course.   I’m not thirsty but A – I’ve raced enough to know that it’s not about when you’re thirsty, drink anyway, and B – I’m super excited to drink from a straw.  I grab a water and am absolutely floored about the ease of drinking out of a straw while running.  I didn’t slow down hardly at all and able to consume nearly all my water in the cup.  I don’t want to put it down.  This is literally one of the greatest racing moments of my life and I’m only three miles in.  I could write three pages solely on cups with lids.  Literally, greatest thing ever.  It probably saves me about 7:00 minutes on the day.  Amazing.  Call me and we talk about this more.  I finally decide to discard my cup and hit my first garbage can.  [1/1].  I cruise along comfortably, dodging people and admiring the old neighborhoods of Lincoln.  It reminds a lot of Waveland or South of Grand in Des Moines.  Large, old estates that have been there for years.  Lots of people in their yards still in their sweatpants, sipping coffee and cheering for the runners as they go by.

Around mile five I’m surprised as the 3:20 pace group is upon me and I realize that I’m now around what my aggregate pace should be.  I decide to up my HR to 170 and hope I hang on for the whole race.  I stay with the 3:20 group and even get a little bit ahead of them at times.  At mile 6 we make the turn that brings us into the wind and I try to find a comfortable niche in the pace group along the crowded bike path.  Running with this group reminds me of the swim and bike portions of a triathlon.  It reminds of the swim because I feel like I could close my eyes and run by touch alone because it’s so crowded.  Often times during a swim, I have no idea where I’m going or where I am.  I just assume that if 8 other people are going there, it’s probably the right direction.  It reminds of the bike because of the great benefits of drafting.  Now, I realize in USAT sanctioned events, drafting off an individual is not legal.  What is legal is 30 seconds to complete a pass and once you’ve completed a pass, the “pass-ee” must fall back 3 or so bike lengths.  It’s all arbitrary and dumb, but you get the point – don’t camp on somebody’s heels.  This is similar to what we’re doing, bouncing around, jockeying back and forth in position, all trading places in position, but helping each other nonetheless as we don’t have to battle the wind head on alone, which is significant at this point.  I cruise along with this group for three miles until we hit a water stop and everyone slows down some.  I drink fast and separate from the group, hitting my second garbage can [2/2].  We then turn and head north up a hill and I see the 1:40 half marathoners and I decide to pace with them for a while.  Miles 10-12 go by in a blur and soon we’re nearing downtown Lincoln.  I hit a water stop along here and grab a cup that doesn’t have a lid.  I nearly panic but realize this is something I can handle.  I talk myself down as best I can and tell myself to relax.  I calmly, yet slowly bend the cup and try to sip.  This is like going back in time for me.. or my parent’s house.  It’s a whole new world.  I try drinking, but water splashes everywhere.  It’s on my shirt, it’s in my nose.  I probably only drink about 25% of what was in the cup.  I still manage to throw the cup in the garbage.  [3/3]  The large commercial buildings provide a good shield to redirect the wind right into our faces and I’m starting to feel the strain.  This part is more wide open road and it’s harder to draft off someone.   I notice my heart rate creeping up and know that the second half is going to be a struggle.  The 1:40 pacer is awesome.  She is yelling and cheering on her constituent’s nonstop.  I’m quite impressed.  Unfortunately, at about 12.9 they make a turn towards Memorial Stadium (EW!) and I keep going.

It feels like I missed a turn and everyone else knew where they were going as 80% of the racers left me.  I head down the bike path with a solid NW wind at my back.  I push my HR to 175 and hope I can ride this out to the end.  My thinking is that at 175 with the wind I can build up enough time that running against the wind won’t be that bad.  Miles 14, 15, 16, 17 tick by and I consistently have :30 seconds aggregate ahead of schedule.  It feels like I should have more, but the pace is built to build a lead at this point because this is where your body is most efficient.  Mile 18 has a slight uphill and then back downhill into a park by a lake.  I can really feel the wind at my back going through the park and know I’m going to have some trouble on my way back.  It’s here where I finally catch up to my nemesis who’s “going to go catch the 3:15’s.”  I pass him swiftly, but it’s bittersweet as I realize the only reason he’s slowed down is because he’s helping another runner reach her goal and he is actually fine.

I hit the turnaround shortly past mile 19 and realize I have a good 20 seconds on the 3:20 pace group.  I turn into the wind kicking off the lake with full gusto and nearly choke.  It is absolutely brutal[3].    Within a mile, the 3:20 pace group passes me and I can’t even pretend to hang on.   I come out of the park somewhere around mile 21 and take a Rocktane, praying to God that I am just lacking a few needed calories and some caffeine.  The gel sticks to my mouth like I ate a jar of peanut butter.  I can barely breathe.  Fortunately, there’s water ahead.  With lids.  [4/4]  As I’m leaving the park and heading down the hill, I start to feel my legs kick back in and I begrudgingly head home.  I draft like I’m biking, coming up right on the heels of runners and then passing at the last second.  After I pass one girl I notice a peculiar shadow latch on to mine.  It seems I garnered a little leach.   I let her hang on for a couple minutes without overreacting and then we hit another water stop. [5/5] We get switched around in the confusion and I soon find myself on her heels.  I give her a taste of her own medicine.  I follow close for two minutes so she can see my shadow.  After two minutes I pass and offer a truce.  I tell her If we do this together, we can both benefit.  Let’s run two minute splits all the way home.  I take my next round.  I can see the 3:20 pacer ahead, about :15 seconds out of our reach.  We push each other to finish strong, each one giving it their all for 2:00 minutes each time they lead.  Granted, she’s benefiting from this much more than I am as she is about 4’ 10” and probably 120 lbs. but I’m getting some benefit regardless.  Why isn’t there some 6’8” female that weighs in around 200 that can also clock a 3:20 marathon?  We do this for the next 3 miles, keeping a steady pace but never getting closer than :20 seconds behind the time on my pace band .  Fortunately, the final two miles are at 7:47 and 7:58, enough for us to make up some room if we can push hard in the end.

Around mile 25 I am starting to lose steam.  I’ve taken my last Rocktane, but it hasn’t helped much.  I notice that on my shifts my friend is either beside me or in front.  I realize she’s ready to take off.  I finally introduce myself and ask her name.  Tammy.  She’s already BQ’d, this one just gets her in the door for sure, as she’ll surely have a 3:20 and a well deserved Boston acceptance.  Today is also her new PR.  In the final mile, she has a little more steam and tries to track down the last few runners.  I try to keep her in my sights and pray to God I’m running hard enough to lock in under 3:20.  I turn the corner into Memorial Stadium and run onto the field and my watch shows I have :20 seconds to lock this in.  I sprint with all that is left in the tank and finish in 3:19:54, six seconds under my Gooder goal[4].


Overall, this race was a very good experience.  I set a new PR, I shot at least 5/5, I probably was closer to 8/8, as I don’t remember missing a single basket (in the wind, no less!) the medal was decent, the crowd support was awesome (for the half marathon) for what I thought of a fairly small race and the people of Lincoln were great all around.  I was expecting obnoxious Nebraska Fans to boo me or maybe for this to be my first “full contact” marathon, but I heard plenty of “Go Hawkeyes!” the whole time.  The only negative comment was “I don’t know too much about that shirt you’re wearing” said to me by a half marathoner in an Iowa State shirt.  Finishing on the 50 of the memorial stadium was anti climatic for me.  Cups with straws are the greatest thing to happen to racing.  Ever.  This is better than chip timing, gel, running shoes and Gatorade combined.  Seriously, how is Lincoln the only race to do this?  This alone moves Lincoln to the top 5 in marathons alone.  Today I am the sorest I’ve ever been, but I deserve it.  I set a new PR on a training calendar that is way below par, maxing out with a 40 mile week.  Granted I swim and bike, but you just can’t replace running.  If you feel the need to chase me today or tomorrow, just corral me near some stairs as these are the equivalent of brick walls.  Anyway, I had a great time and this is marathon is one of the few I’d consider doing again.

Oh Yeah

Best Shirt I saw:  Iowa T Shirt that said “Get used to seeing Hawks in your end zone”

Saw only one guy in Vibrams.  He had great form in the beginning of the race… ran into him again near the finish of the half and he was “less than perfect” in form.


[1] Nobody reads the preface.   Don’t feel bad if you skip this part.  Actually, if you followed the footnote, you’re probably going to read the preface, so this note is essentially worthless.

[2] This is called foreshadowing

[3] Check the preface, dummy.

[4] Good Goal – 3:30, Gooder Goal – 3:20, Goodest Goal 3:15

2011 Drake Half Marathon Race Report (by William Jenks) May 12, 2011

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April 30, 2011

Des Moines, IA.  56 ˚F and cloudy at start time.  Moderate wind.  Moderately rolling loop course with 433 ft total climb (source: USATF map)

Course: http://www.usatf.org/routes/view.asp?rID=122478

Gun time 1:29:00.  Previous PR for the distance: 1:38:12 in 1990, and 1:37:57 for the run leg of a half ironman in 2010.

The Drake Half Marathon was a B+ race for me this year.  I spent all winter on a “get fast” program for both bike and run.  My best 5K time trial was 19:15.  I did another one………Read more on William’s Blog….

Race Report… First 1/2 Marathon – Get In Gear Minneapolis MN (by Shawn Blaesing-Thompson) May 12, 2011

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The road to my first ½ marathon… Race report from another one of the Ames

So if you had told me two or three years ago I would run a ½ marathon I
would most certainly have laughed in your face. Running more than a couple
of miles always used to leave me beat up and unhappy until last summer.  I
was a competitive swimmer so that is really the only area where I excel. I
read the book chi running last year and applied the principles including
adding a serious core workout to my weekly routine so running is much more
comfortable for me now.  Leading up to the race I was putting in between 15
– 22 miles running a week for several months.

Race day I was pretty jittery even though I kept telling myself just go out,
enjoy the experience and try to hit your goals along the way. We had to park
about a mile away and with a light rain falling I jogged down the hill to
the park where the race start was. I hopped into the shoot about a minute
after the gun went off but because there were around 8000 folks (mostly
doing the 10k run) in the chute with me it still took me about four minutes
to get to the start mat and get some jogging momentum.

It was overcast and around 45 degrees with a drizzle that came and went the
first 10 miles or so. There was a wind that wasn’t insignificant, but didn’t
really bother me. The first mile was spent with the usual careful picking to
try and find a clear path so I wasn’t tripping over people and eventually
was able to focus on finding a comfortable pace and enjoy the course. It ran
along the Mississippi river to the north for 3 miles or so and then crossed
a long high bridge over the river and wound south for about 7 miles before
doubling back on itself and crossing a different bridge into Minnihaha park
to finish.  I would highly recommend this race just for the beautiful

I never really did any training with nutrition leading into the race but
knew I was running out of juice the last couple of miles on my long training
runs so I developed a plan I thought would work for the day.  All in all I
feel pretty good about where I landed with my time and splits considering.
My splits came from my GPS app on my phone and were similar to the splits I
pulled from my watch…

April 29th, 2011 – Final time 2:20:37 – from the mat Splits 10 Mile 1:45:17,
4 Mile 41:24

Mile 1 = 10:15, Mile2= 9:45, Mile 3= 10:05, (had some Gatorade) mile 4 =
10:16, mile 5 = 10:05, Mile 6 = 10:14, mile 7 = 10:45 (had water with gu
pack),Mile 8 = 10:20, mile 9=10:23 (turn around point), mile 10=10:37 (had
some water), mile 11=10:56, (uphill grade) mile 12=11:19 (uphill grade had
some Gatorade), mile 13.1 = 11:42

After the race I really struggled with my IT bands at my knees and had
notice the week or two leading into the race they were getting more and more
tight.  I am still struggling with them two weeks later even though I scaled
back my running last week.  If anyone has good ideas on how to get them
loosened back up let me know.  Also, I have been doing a lot of 3-4 mile
tempo runs and am hitting splits around 9+ minutes so any ideas on how to
bring my longer run splits down would be great.

This is my fifth year doing triathlons but really only my second year with
serious training and distances.  I am doing my first 1/2 Ironman in MN in
late July so any advice you have for training and nutrition (and gear) for
that would be super helpful for me.  I have attached a link below where
someone on the LinkedIn Triathlon board posted a similar question with good

Thanks for reading…
The other Shawn  🙂