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No Regrets Rotterdam

It’s almost been a week since I ran my eighth marathon. It was a race I looked forward to for five months and expected it to be the best one of my life. I started by dreaming of running a three-hour marathon and as the day got closer I could visualize it as a reality. April 10 was the due date to be ready and that I felt like I was hours before the gun went off.

Some of you already know how it all ended and unfortunately for me it did not go well. I dreamed of the perfect race, prepared for the perfect race and in the end it was far away from it. The anticipation I created for myself and for those around me was incredible. I only dreamed I would not let anyone down with my performance.

Almost one week since April 10th, 2016, I look back at the race and have nothing to regret. For me, when you give it your all and it does not work out, there is nothing to be worried about. Yes, I would have loved to wrap up a great training plan with a Boston-Qualifier performance but as much as I wanted it, April 10 was not my day.

Those around me saw how hard I trained every day to get closer to my goal. Not only was I looking for a B.Q., I was trying to get back in shape and still aim for a sub three hour marathon. I did everything I could to get stronger, faster and in the right mindset. I would train for 3-5 hours a day doing multiple exercises while taking good care of my body. Long runs, speed workouts, tempo runs, weights, yoga, massages, biking, swimming and other activities were part of my training routine for over 15 weeks.

I never saw myself stronger and more mentally prepared than how I felt before what would be my first marathon in Europe. The idea of running thousands of miles away from home was part of the motivation and in one of the races that offers one of the three fastest courses in the world, where world records have been broken. The Rotterdam Marathon provided me with an immense amount of motivation.

As the day got closer I trusted my training more and more. Having run a perfect half-marathon one month before and an excellent 21 miler just two weeks after was part of what I felt was necessary to have enough confidence for the next challenge. I was my own coach during the entire process and very proud of the progress from day one to the last one before the race. I lost over ten pounds during training but felt very strong. I felt like I was in the best shape  of my life.

Running a marathon in a place where you don’t even understand the language is an interesting experience. There were less than ten mexicans in a starting line of over 40,000 participants. Rotterdam is a nice city to look at, with the largest port in Europe and some nice modern architecture. The small population does not allow it for people to flood the streets but those that stand along the course make plenty of noise. The streets are very narrow and overpassing was definitely the biggest challenge.

I can’t point to the moment or thing that made it impossible for me to qualify. I had done everything within me to be ready for that day and I felt I was. I had strategized for many scenarios and it just was not enough. I started from the very back of my wave and found it really hard to run at an even pace with so many people in front of me. I do not blame that because that is an excuse. I ran some solid first ten kilometers, held on for the next five and tried to see where I was by the time I reached 20.

At the time where I did not see it possible to run a faster second half having put a lot of effort into overpassing, I decided it was time to step aside from my dream for that day. I walked for a few meters, tried to take all the negative thoughts out of my mind, even cried for a bit and continued my way. I still had 16 kilometers to go.

I decided to enjoy the rest of the course. Give high-fives to those on the side of the road, encourage runners that were having a difficult time and take in the experience of running a European marathon. It was a dream by itself and I was not going to quit. I did not care about the medal, but I did not travel halfway across the world to step out and not finish.

Before I knew it, I was in the last two kilometers of the race. Those were two fun kilometers for me despite the physical and mental pain of not running a good race. I was happy to be where I was. The music was loud, but the cheers were even louder as I approached the finish line. I looked at the sky quite a few times and enjoyed what I had worked for (in some way) during the past five months.

I went past the finish line, happy to be done but sad it was not my day to qualify. I thought about all the effort I had put to do better, all the hours I spent pushing my body to the limit and this was not even in my top five marathon times. 3:52:20 in the fastest course I have ran.

On the other side, I can’t thank enough those that supported me. It was truly special to see the support coming from old and new friends from across the world. A continuous pouring of support on social media and other outlets. You all made this race even more special than what it already was.

This has been a huge blow in my athletic career but the story won’t end here. Now I will take some time off to think straight of what could be an even better approach for my next marathon. I am not giving up on my Boston dream, a lesson like the one I learned in Rotterdam only makes me want it more. I know I have it in me based on my training results. I know it was not enough and it was not meant to be on April 10.

Thank Rotterdam for the experience of a lifetime even though it did not end how I wanted it, but how it was supposed to based on destiny. I can now say I have ran eight marathons including one in Europe, that is pretty cool in my book. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger and I am still alive!

 

 

Una obsesión llamada Boston Marathon

Cada tercer lunes de abril se lleva a cabo una carrera muy especial. Una carrera por la que he deado todo pero hasta ahora ese todo no ha sido suficiente. La Maratón de Boston es ese evento que por alguna razón u otra se me ha negado.

Un sueño que por momentos ha parecido estar al alcance de la mano. Otros días en los que parece que solo se quedará en eso, un sueño. Cada entrenamiento que hago tiene esa finalidad, aunque este lejos del día de la carrera y aún más de poder correr en dicho maratón. Mis esfuerzos de cada día a la hora de correr tienen como objetivo darme la confianza de que se puede.

Este año fue diferente a cualquier otro. Desde octubre del 2014 yo sabía que no iría al maratón en el 2015. No había dado la marca, muy apenas estaba corriendo y no había manera de hacerlo. Quien si había logrado calificar fue mi mamá. A ella le piden cuatro horas para entrar, a mi 3:05. Ella corrió en Chicago en el 2013 y a pesar de haberse tenido que parar para abrocharse las agujetas, le fue suficiente para cruzar la meta debajo del tiempo necesario. Si yo me detengo a estornudar es casi un hecho que no doy la marca.

La verdad que si me caló que ella lo lograra antes que yo. Ella me enseñó a correr pero siento que yo le he enseñado lo importante que es esta carrera. Ella tuvo la oportunidad de correrla este año y yo no. Se que es un logro grande para ella con todo lo que hace cuando no esta corriendo. Estos días han sido una mezcla de envidia y orgullo. Lo que yo he querido por mucho tiempo lo esta experimentando alguien muy cercano a mi.

El motivo de no acompañarle en el viaje es sencillo para mi. Yo no pienso conocer Boston si no es por medio de haber clasificado para el maratón. Algunos lo veran como un gesto hipócrita pero tales son mis ganas que yo no lo veo así. Quiero saber que me gané el hecho de estar ahí y que no lo hago por conveniencia. No quiero ni souvenirs de este viaje que estan haciendo mis papas.

El plan en cada entrenamiento sigue siendo el mismo. Por ahora voy a sacrificar el pensar en Boston 2016 por tal de tener tiempo y prepararme para Boston 2017. De por medio tendré que intentar un maratón o dos. Antes de los 30 tengo que lograrlo. Esto es una prioridad, una obsesión, un reto y a veces siento que se necesita de un milagro.

Seguir el desempeño de mi mamá realmente no me tenía nervioso, sabía que lo iba a lograr. Cuando cruzó la meta en 4:04:29. pensé que no había calificado. En la noche me di cuenta que lo volvió a hacer. Yo he estado a un minuto de calificar y no hay dolor más fuerte que haber fallado por 195 metros. Estar así de cerca es lo que me mantiene intentando una y otra vez.

No es el maratón más dificil en cuanto a recorrido se refiere, pero si al que solo van los mejores del mundo. Las olimpiadas para el corredor amateur. Cada maratón que corro es con el propósito de calificar ahí. A la meca de esta distancia llamada maratón. Si Dios quiere en Londres 2016 lograré dar con mi objetivo, y daré todo y algo más por dar el gran paso.

Por ahora los sentimientos encontrados continuan. Me duele ver que alguien tan cercano a mi haya logrado mi sueño ante mis ojos. Me da muchisimo orgullo que esa persona sea mi mamá. Haber si se nos hace correrlo juntos en el 2017.

On Pace for Greatness

Once again my goal is to qualify for the Boston Marathon and I believe it can be done, but it is only up to me making it happen.

Today I am 40 days away from my seventh marathon and what I would consider my fourth realistic shot at running under the qualifying standard. The ones that don’t count are my marathon debut in Monterrey, running a marathon with the flu in Houston and coming out of a torn groin and hamstring injury when I recently ran the California International Marathon not even two months ago.

My fourth attempt at making it to the starting line in Hopkinton, Massachusetts will be in Torreón, Coahuila, Mexico at the “Maratón Internacional LALA.” I’ve learned a thing or two about preparing to this kind of races on my previous marathons, but nothing can really prepare you for one, you just have to live in that moment. 40 days away, here are some of the things I’ve been working on.

Between the C.I.M. and the LALA Marathon I have less than 100 days in between. That means almost no time off after the first one. I usually take two-three weeks off, but this time I cut it down to 10 days. I was sort of dissapointed on my performance at Sacramento, I felt I played it too safe and could have done a better job. At the same time I wanted to take advantage of my conditioning to get in track for the next one. I looked at the possible options based on my criteria and found LALA to be the best bet.

This marathon is one of the most popular 26.2 mile races in Mexico. Most winners run it under 2:10:00 and many others punch their ticket to Boston in that same course. It is flat and in a time of the year where heat is still not a factor. I may have not fully recovered from the injury that slowed me down on the way to Sacramento, but the drive to make great things happen is there.

For Sacramento, 90% of my training runs were in altitude, for Torreón 95% of my training has been done at sea-level. This has allowed me to do faster runs without getting completely exhausted. Working on building up endurance in Mexico City was a challenge by itself. The same energy required to run a 5K in altitude is almost the same as a 12K where I am now.

Now I am more confident on my pace and my endurance that I was heading into Sacramento. Most of my runs are between 4:30 and 4:45/km, just a few under that pace. With this I am trying to work on my turnover agility while not putting to much pressure on the injury I am trying to come out of. At the same I am not burning myself out before the race, something I have done in the past a few times. Adding gym workouts has also made me stronger this time around.

With 40 days to go and six marathons under my belt I somewhat know what to do from here on out. I just have to try and stay calm, the 20+ mile runs are coming up. Just a couple of time trials between now and March 1st, but it’s mostly endurance I have to focus on. If I don’t have it where it needs to be, being fast will barely get me past the 13 mile mark.

Finishing a 26.2 mile race is something I have experienced, but doing it under 3 hours and four minutes is something I haven’t. It is a long race and it is a long time out there. I am preparing to show up at the starting line with my best physical and mental game. Because once the legs give up, the mind takes over for good or for bad.

The next 39 days might fly by, but it is day 40 that counts. I want to be there knowing I have a shot at a dream that has been denied to me for the past six times. If I get to “fly” on day 40 this guy has a real shot of making that dream come true. I believe I am on pace for greatness, that means, Boston, I’m going for you!

Remember the Feeling

Once again it took guts, once again it took pain, but once again I reached for glory. It definitely never gets easier, you just start to believe in yourself a bit more every time you do it. I am now a six time marathoner and even though it was my slowest one, I can end the year having done something I had forgotten about in 2013, cross a marathon finish line.

When I ran my first 26.2 mile race back in 2009 I had no idea what I was gettig myself into. Exactly five years later I am fully aware of what it takes to do something like this. Different to the past five experiences, due to my long hours at work and school I had stayed away from running for a long time (on my standards). Running two-three times a week was a miracle and going over five miles was not that easy. With that being said, I had a lot to work on when I got back to running back in July aiming to run a marathon by the end of the year and dreaming of a Boston Qualifier performance.

I don’t choose race for their prestige, I come up with the decisions based on the weather, the altitude, the size of the field, if there are pacers and the type of course, hoping it is as least boring as possible. The California International Marathon met most of my requirements but what made it shine among other options was that is was considered one of the top B.Q. races in the country.

Little did I know about Sacramento except for it being the capital of California. When I watched the video of the course I saw rolling hills and a flat end. It would be my first point-to-point marathon so that would make it interesting. I tried to keep some element of surprise alive by the time I got there so I kept my research on the place once the decision was done to a bare minimum.

Training started well but it had an abrupt pause at the beginning of October when I tore my left hamstring and groin at the same time. That really put into question if I would be able to participate in what I considered my last big goal of 2014. Fortunately I was able to push through and declare myself ready but I did have to give up on my idea of going for Boston.

Once race weekend approached and I arrived to Sacramento I was happy I was there but really nervous of how my body would react to a big race after a very irregular training. I was not nervous about finishing, I was nervous about how I was going to finish. I liked the scenery, so I tried to feed off that and I also liked it that it felt like a small marathon. Going to San Francisco for a short visit two days before the race trying to make the most of my trip to the heart of California.

Race day came and for me it started at 4:20 am. At that moment I woke up, changed into my running gear and my extra layers to stay warm and headed out the door towards the bus stop that would take me to Folsom, where the race would start. I tried to sleep during the 30 minute ride but ended up just daydreaming about what was ahead. Once we got there you could feel the beginning of the end. This journey started even before I signed up, it began the same day training did.

The race started just a few seconds after it was scheduled but the distance ahead stayed the same. The first mile went by quickly and that was good news, the worst thing is to have the first mile feel like three or more. I clocked the first 13 miles within five seconds of each other. I was feeling good and enjoying the rolling hills. My injury did not bug me for the first third of the race. Once I reached the middle miles I was extremely confident I would finish and that I had a chance to run my fourth fastest time. I just had to keep pushing.

I believe it was around mile 18 when it sank in that I was running in a fast marathon. I had not seen many people walk or cramp as I had seen past the halfway mark in other races. It was just a matter of about an hour to get done. I passed mile 20 and halfway through I thought it would be a good idea to walk and recharge energy for the last five. Huge mistake!

It was impossible to regain a solid pace for the rest of the race, it took me forever to run again and when I did I cramped twice in the same leg. I now think I should have kept running even though I was already over the 8:00/mile mark. That would have saved me at least ten minutes and probably a sub 3:40 finish. 3:52 was my finish time. A race I was proud just like any other marathon to finish but upset I did not try my very best. I was glad my injury did not come into play as bad as I thought it would.

Just like any other race there are many lessons learned from this one that will help me for the next one. I now remember what it feels to run a marathon, to get to the halfway mark feeling good and to get to the wall still with some energy. Yes, the next one will be much harder. My halfway split needs to be ten minutes faster and my marathon time almost an hour faster. For now, enjoy the accomplishment, let my legs rest and get ready because in 81 days I will do it all over again. Maratón LALA 2015, you are next!

Just 26.2 to Go!

After miles and miles of training this (the title) seems to be an encouraging statement. It is and isn’t all at the same time. I have ran five marathons (Monterrey, Dallas, Lincoln, Houston, Chicago) and I kind of know what to expect of the distance. While that gives me some confidence that I can finish, each one has been different and tomorrow at the California International Marathon won’t be the exception.

I’ve ran a marathon without training, one with the flu, another one with really sore legs and only two where I can say I felt “good” most of the way. In all of them I had the goal to qualify to Boston and for one reason or another I have not achieved that. Here in Sacramento, that was the goal when I signed up back in August, in October an injury almost made me quit, during recovery I regained hope to accomplish the feat but to be honest the injury has not healed 100%.

You can dominate long runs, but I never run a marathon during training, so it is those miles that you don’t run during training which make this distance special. Your body is only meant to run 20, the last six are a huge mental test and an dangerous territory for the human body. I have not ran a marathon since October 2012 in Chicago.

With the injury (torn hamstring and groin) back in late september, my only focus is on finishing the next 26.2 miles here at the CIM.

Not having the pressure of Boston is letting me relax a bit, while it is also a bit frustrating since all I’ve heard about it is how fast it is, making it one of the top 5 marathons in the U.S. that get you to Boston.

I’ve never been to Sacramento before and so far I like it, tomorrow I might hate it or love it even more. The marathon does not seem to be such a big deal around here, even though you have people from all over the world coming in. It has that small town feel marathon to it that does not translate into an over hyped event, the opposite to what I felt in Chicago. Such high energy can really affect your own energy levels for race day.

Here in Sacramento, with barely over 10,000 runners expected you feel part of a tighter runners community. People are here to run an race, not too much about bragging of what they have done. I feel the same nerves I’ve felt in the previous five, but this time my goal is to feel good and not get hurt. A good finish time will come along by itself. Training in Mexico City has made preparations quite hard. Running 4 miles was hard for a long time and the last 19 mile run was a nightmare.

Lately I’ve been working and traveling a lot, which has made it harder to have energy to train and stick to some type of program. Since the end of september I have not been in the same place for more that five days with the exception of F1 week in Austin. But the finish line does not care about excuses. My main goal is to finish.

Here, it will be barely over sea-level and mostly downhill. My goal is to start at a conservative pace. Much slower than the 7:00/mile I was aiming when I signed-up. I will stick to the 3:25 pace group for as long as I can and if I feel good after mile 22-23 I might attempt to push the pace and get as close to 3:20 as possible. That would make it my third fastest marathon, not bad for what I have gone through during training. For marathon seven, hopefully in march it will really be “Boston or Burst” while looking for a sub three hour performance.

For now I will enjoy the ability to walk since tomorrow that might not be possible. The race starts at 7:00 am, I hope to be done before 11, and then hopefully share good news with all of you. A good way to close 2014, after all my troubles, I’m doing what I love the most.

10 Kilómetros Color Esperanza

Quienes me conocen saben que he estado ligado al deporte del atletismo prácticamente desde nacimiento. La verdad es que correr me ha dado muchas cosas que otros deportes no me dan. Gracias al atletismo tuve la llave para estudiar mi licenciatura en Estados Unidos.

Durante mi carrera como atleta estuve acostumbrado a tener carreras una vez al mes y cuando llegué a la universidad era una por semana con el nivel de exigencia en aumento conforme pasaban los años ya sea fuera de mi ciudad natal o inclusive hasta fuera del país.

Hubo un tiempo donde llegué a pensar que podía dedicarme a esto de por vida, pero que en México no se iba a poder debido al pobre apoyo que existe para este deporte en mi país. Universidades como la Anahuac y el Tecnológico de Monterrey únicamente becan a quienes tienen conexión con la selección nacional.

Aprovechando la inercia del alto nivel de competencia al que me enfrenté en mis primeros años de la universidad estuve muy cerca de clasificar a Boston pero se me llegó a negar dos veces por menos de cinco minutos. Una vez, por tan poco como 90 segundos. Justo cuando mejor me sentía corriendo, hubo varios cambios en mi vida que afectaron mi condición, mi rutina y en mis prioridades como atleta.

Después de graduarme tuve que desertar del Maratón de Chicago por falta de preparación y por el trabajo. Pase casi un año corriendo una o dos veces por semana. A pesar de que me iba bien en el trabajo sentía que me faltaba algo pero por mis horarios era difícil coordinarme y tener la energía suficiente para hacer un buen entrenamiento.

Tuve que dejar de vivir en Estados Unidos y dejar de trabajar de tiempo completo para que realmente pudiera volver a correr. Con las constantes decepciones de no poder encontrar trabajo el atletismo es lo que me reanima. Me ha costado trabajo retomar el ritmo y la condición de antes. Justo cuando parecía que estaba a nada de lograrlo mi ambición por acelerar el proceso me dejó fuera de actividad por dos semanas.

Fue y es un golpe duro porque no sólo afectó mi ritmo sino que un programa de entrenamiento para un maratón donde aún no tengo muy claro si debo participar. Todo iba muy bien, pero esa lesión en el chamorro y la ingle me dolió más allá de lo físico pues me había quitado temporalmente lo único que me estaba dando alegrías en ese momento.

Dos semanas de rehabilitación y pude reiniciar el proceso de entrenar para el maratón aunque obviamente no del punto donde había dejado sino más atrás. Una semana más tarde viajé a Estados Unidos y aunque tuve poco tiempo para entrenar la primera semana, fue en la segunda donde regresaron las buenas noticias.

Corrí todos los días y me enfoque en retomar la velocidad. Jugando con fuego pues aún esta latente la posibilidad de resentirme de la vieja lesión. Mi meta era aguantar el ritmo de martes a domingo. Trabajar en velocidad de diferentes formas para estar listo en caso de que llegara a correr el domingo una carrera de diez kilómetros.

El sábado en la tarde salí volando (literalmente) de Dallas sabiendo que había la posibilidad de llegar a la carrera, cansado pero podía llegar. Tras tres horas de vuelo donde no pude dormir llegué a México D.F. para de ahí irme a la central camionera y tomar el primer camión a Tampico a donde llegué poco antes de las 6 am.

Algo entumecido pero ya inscrito no había de otra más que correr la carrera. No sabía que esperar. Había corrido 10 kms. el día anterior, viajado diez horas y muy apenas dormido, mucho menos en una posición cómoda. En algún momento mi cuerpo iba a decir basta, sólo esperaba que no fuera durante la carrera.

Menos de dos horas después de haber llegado a Tampico comenzó la carrera. El primer kilómetro fue rápido aunque con algo de subida y lo pasé en 4:03. El segundo tuvo una mayor inclinación y lo acabé en 4:17. Gracias a que el siguiente kilómetro era más plano mi ritmo aceleró a 3:53, siendo el parcial más rápido de la carrera. Con más de la mitad por avanzar esperaba que no me estuviera quemando muy temprano y parecía ser que sí porque el siguiente parcial fue en 4:17 pero pude recomponer el paso y volver a correr debajo de 4 minutos (3:57) para llegar al quinto kilómetro.

Con 20:27 ya podía hacer las matemáticas de que podía esperar para el final. Mi meta había sido correr abajo de 43 y siguió siendo esa. Algo de viento en contra puso mi sexto parcial en 4:21. Ya no me podía conformar con llegar bien hasta ahí pues estaba “cerca” del final. Aproveche lo plano del recorrido para un 4:07 en el séptimo kilómetro. Difícilmente podría volver a bajar de 4 pero no quería subir de 4:15. El octavo kilómetro me puso a temblar porque fue más lento (4:13). Era ahora o nunca si quería un buen resultado. El noveno kilómetro lo marqué en 4:15 por una subida que mermó mi ritmo pero ya estaba todo servido para poder cerrar. Lo había ensayado durante la semana, de chico era mi mejor arma y en la carrera no me falló. 4:12 fue mi último parcial para un 41:38. Mi mejor tiempo desde hace más de 18 meses.

No es mi mejor marca, ni estuvo cerca de serlo pero las circunstancias que lo rodean no podían estar más en contra de lo que sucedió. Los viajes, la lesión y la falta de trabajo apuntaban a que tardaría más para llegar a hacer eso. Aún no defino bien lo del maratón pero se que poco a poco estaré donde llegué a estar por mucho tiempo, al menos cuando me refiero al atletismo.IMG_1125.JPG

Boston via California

No matter how hard things get, determination will get you to the finish line.
No matter how hard things get, determination will get you to the finish line.

I’ve been running for almost 22 years and for the last 14 I started specializing in it. The sport has given me the chance to live in another country, to challenge and learn a lot about myself. Just as there are many things I have accomplished through it there is one I am still missing out on.

It took me a while to understand what made running special. Running without chasing a soccer ball is a crazy idea in my country. It makes no sense to the human eye. For this sport it is what it makes you feel inside what makes it special. After overcoming a thousand obstacles while running you will feel accomplished once you get it done.

I grew up in a town where the sport was really underrated. I would say a race with 20-30 people was a big one for the most part. I got to know those 20-30 people pretty well as the years went by.Americans are used to racing in courses where streets are closed for hours while a race is going on. In Tampico, Mexico, for a very long time that was unheard of. I raced side by side with drunk drivers, taxis and public transportation buses closing my eyes at almost every intersection hoping not to get hit. 

My first official race was a 100 meter dash race, and that was long distance for my age group. Then came the 5 K’s, the 10 K’s for which I would usually travel to compete in Mexico City. In 2007 I was living in Canada and decided that by the end of my time there I would try the 13.1 mile race (21 kms.) at the Vancouver Half Marathon. I ran it and I barely remember finishing it, I did make it to the medical tent afterwards and hours later I found out I placed second on my age group on my first half-marathon ever with a 1:32:33 finishing time.

I stuck with half-marathons for a long time. To this day, it continues to be my favorite distance. It’s not as long as the marathon but it gives me an edge over middle distance runners that may be quicker the first 6.1 miles but get tired on the second half allowing me to catch up or pull away. My best time is a 1:23:30 so I have made some improvements since Vancouver and hope to one day run it under 1:20:00.

Running is a sport where you have to constantly challenge yourself in order to keep it interesting. I knew there would be a day that I had to run a marathon. I always thought that would be after college, but the marathon bug hit me way before that. I was finishing my preparation for the NJCAA Half Marathon National Championship when my mom told me to run the Monterrey Marathon with her by the end of the year. I agreed to the challenge without any idea of what it entitled. I had prepared myself really well for National’s so I was sure I could hold it for another 13.1 miles no problem. Well, I was wrong.

The whole idea of running a marathon seems to be messed up by any normal human being. The thing is, runners are not normal. With that being said, I am not normal and just two weeks after competing at the most challenging half marathon ever I was lining up for an even bigger challenge. My goal was to finish, I was aiming to do a good race, keep a good pace, and enjoy the experience. I started at a pace that I was used to for college races (too fast for marathons) and kept it together for 13.1 miles where I almost ran faster than at nationals. But the struggle came on the second half. At about mile 17 I felt a cramp during a race for the first time ever. It was so intense I had to stop. I stretched and started running again (I wasn’t going to walk for 13.1 miles). Then came more cramps and more stops. I actually drank coke during the race and that did not help at all, but it sounded like a great idea. All the way up to mile 25 I couldn’t go a mile without feeling a cramp. But with a lot of pride, courage and guts I ran all the way to the finish line and couldn’t be happier when I crossed that finish line in 3:40:00. December 2009 will never be forgotten.

I went back to college to compete in indoors less than a month later like if nothing had happened. I was living in Iowa at the time and moved to Texas in August. There I found out about the Dallas Marathon and said why not give it another shot. This was the first time I actually prepared for it. I trained on my own from August to December hoping for a better finish and my first legit shot to qualify for the world’s oldest marathon, the Boston Marathon. I trained well and felt that with a smart race I would be in Boston by next year. It was a great race, the weather really helped my performance and I was feeling great up to mile 20 where my body started shutting down gradually. I made it to the finish with one minor stop and crossed the line in 3 hours 16 minutes. I missed the mark by 6 minutes, I was happy but I felt I had it for the longest time.

I was determined to give it another try the following may. I kept a similar training program now focused on endurance. I was my own coach and taking a lot of pride on every result along the way. I raced in Lincoln, Nebraska which gave me a chance to say hi to some friends in the area. It was the smallest marathon I’ve been in and the course was the same for everyone the first 13.1 miles and then marathoners were on their own for the next 13.1. I struggled a bit to find a pace but once I did I got comfortable and ran a very solid marathon. I was on pace for the longest I have ever been. But again the last 3 miles seemed very very long. I was having problems keeping my eyes open due to fatigue. I was also trying not to fall with my legs becoming heavier every step of the way. I went through the mile 26 mark in 3:10:59 seconds. That was the time I needed to make it to Boston, the sad part, I had .2 miles to go. I crossed the finish line in 3:12:00. I had never been more happy and frustrated in my life. 

My fourth marathon was one to forget. It was in Houston just over six months after barely missing the mark at Lincoln and the day after the Olympic Trials were held in the same place.I was really prepared but when swine-flu hits you just 48 hours before the race the chances of a good performance are almost over before the race begins. I felt horrible by mile 5 and had 21.2 miles to go. Not much to comment here except for the fact that somehow I managed to finish in 3 hours and 41 minutes despite that horrible experience in a fast course.

Marathon number 5 has a lot of mixed feelings. I took preparation to a whole new level. I logged more miles than ever during training. I was breaking personal record on many races and speed workouts. I was on fire. The idea of running my first marathon major in a city that meant so much to me was exciting by itself. If there was a time to make it to Boston, it was then. I landed at the Windy City a few days before the race. I got the chance to soak up the whole experience of a city devoted to the race with over 45,000 people and I would be starting in the front. I probably got too excited but tried to keep it together. The day of the race was magical in many ways except for a cramp that at mile 17 pretty much left me without a chance to make it to Boston. I enjoyed the race a lot despite the cramp. With a 3:27:20 I hope to go back one day because for a runner it hardly gets better than Chicago during a marathon day.

Now I’m going on marathon number six. I have chosen the California International Marathon as the event where I will once again try to make it to Boston. There is nothing in my career as a runner that I want more than that. Since the qualifying standard for Boston changed to 3:05 I became obsessed with that number. When I get done with a workout I analyze my pace and compare it to what I need to make it to Boston. It means I have to go at 7:03 for 26.2 miles and around 4:25 per kilometer. I usually chose flat courses when deciding which marathon to do. This time things will get even better with a downhill course and considered by the Boston Athletic Association as one of the top ten courses to punch a ticket to the starting line in Hopkinton. I don’t consider it cheating since I still have to go the 26.2 but a great help when you have to go that fast. Training in altitude should really make training harder but the race easier.

It's all downhill to Boston
It’s all downhill to Boston

As I said before, running has given me a lot of things throughout my life. But the one thing it keeps denying me is the one I want the most. Once I accomplish that I can think about ultras or even Ironmans, but the idea of making it to Boston in 3 hours, five minutes is a priority before moving on. So from now until December 7, 2014 my mind is set on the challenge that takes me to my biggest goal. Nothing would make me happier than crossing the finish line in Sacramento, California earning my way to the Boston Marathon with a 3:05 or better. Once I get there I actually plan to jog it.

El Luis Suárez del Atletismo

Hoy Luis Suárez, delantero uruguayo, conoció la decisión final del Tribunal de Arbitraje Deportivo tras su mordida a Giorgio Chiellini en el mundial de Brasil 2014. El verdadero niño malo del fútbol podrá debutar con el Barcelona el lunes ante el León de México cuando ambos equipos disputan el trofeo “Joan Gamper” en el Nou Camp.

Este mismo día, en el mismo país desde donde se conoció la decisión (Suiza), volvió a hacerse notar el Luis Suárez del atletismo. El francés Mekhissi Benabbad, una de las máximas figuras de las pruebas de medio fondo había hecho lo más difícil por 2900 metros de la prueba 3000 metros steeplechase.

El galo de 29 años de edad tenía la medalla de oro prácticamente colgada en el cuello cuando en los últimos 300 metros de la prueba sacó una buena ventaja sobre quienes venían peleando el segundo lugar. Fue en la recta final del Estadio Letzigrund de Zurich cuando Benabbad se despojó de su playera. Sin pensarlo dos veces, se despojó de su playera que cuenta con dos números de identificación.

El niño malo del atletismo cruzó la meta en primer lugar y no dudó en festejar su logro, mejor dicho, seguir el festejo. Pero el daño ya estaba más que claro, y la Federación Española, cuyo atleta Ángel Muyera había finalizado en cuarto protestó el hecho ante la Federación Internacional de Asociaciones de Atletismo (IAAF). La protesta fue evaluada y no tardó en ser aprobada por el organismo rector del atletismo mundial.

El autor de semejante error aceptó su culpa en el hecho y dijo a medio europeos que su intención era celebrar la victoria mas no faltarle el respeto a nadie incluyendo sus rivales. Benebbad que es dos veces medallista olímpico y mundial ha demostrado ser un tipo temperamental. En ocasiones anteriores se ha peleado con la mascota del evento y hasta con uno de sus propios compañeros.

El galo al parecer ya no participará en los 1500 metros planos tal y como lo tenía previsto al inicio del campeonato. Mientras tanto Ybann Kowal (FRA) se llevó el oro y en su vuelta olímpica le propuso matrimonio a su novia la cual aceptó. Así que dos oros en una sola prueba. En segundo acabó Krystian Zalewski de Polonia y Ángel Muyera se fue del estadio con el bronce.