

Actually, the Grand Prix includes two series for individuals, divided by the distance of the races: a long series of 12K and over and a short series of 10K and under. Teams are ranked based on all races in both series. I prefer the long series, which is made up of five races. For 2011, it was one race at 10 miles, one at 12K (just under 7.5 miles), two half marathons (13.1 miles) and one marathon (26.2) miles.


The night before the race it rained and there were heavy winds. I considered abandoning the race but the weather settled down as sunrise approached. I ran to Aquatic Park to meet the buses that take runners to the start near Sausalito. I visited with people and had a good time before the race. The race started well and the first half, over the Golden Gate Bridge, also went well. The photo at the right is just after I got off of the bridge.
The wheels started to fall off in the second half. I struggled in the section where I felt in total sync the year before. My overall time was slower than the year before, probably my only race like that for the spring. I got elbowed at the finish line by another runner. If I had thought about it, I probably could have filed a protest, but did not. As I was walking between the finish line and the expo, a runner I had never met came over to tell me that even though I beat him at NorCal, he beat me in this race. Hmmm, nice to know. It was not the normal friendly exchange. It was more of an "in your face" statement. I do this for fun, I just can't get that worked-up about it. It started to rain on the run home from the finish. All runs are good, some are just better than others. This was not in the better category. I finished in 48:26, an average pace of 6:29.

I finished in 1:25:11 gun time/1:25:07 chip time. With the time l lost at the turn-around and in miles 10 and 13, I averaged around a 6:30 pace. I was about a minute slower than the prior year. Realizing I was not at my peak, I ended up about where I thought I should be. I had hoped to be just under 1:25, but I was just over, instead. This is an extraordinary, well organized event that everyone who is up for the distance (driving and running) should do at least once.

After Humboldt, I looked at the standings. I was actually sitting pretty well on both the seniors and masters rankings. I checked the registration lists for Clarksburg and CIM. I realized I would probably move up the lists and qualify as a comped athlete for another year if I ran both. Even though it was ill-advised, I decided to run Clarksburg.
I got up early to make the roughly two-hour drive. My support crew took a pass on this one. Clarksburg is located South of Sacramento, in the Sacramento River delta. It is flat agricultural land. This course is even flatter than Humboldt. It has one hill in the first mile, repeated from the other side on the way back. As hills go, it is not much. It has more turns than Humboldt and that requires some attention to avoid losing time.

As I was approaching CIM and considering my race plan, I checked an equivalent performances table and found my 1:25 Clarksburg Half finish translates to a sub-3 hour marathon. So, I was confident going into CIM that a sub-3 was still possible. My racing plan was to duplicate what I did in 2010.
So, we stayed at the same hotel. My support crew and I left The CITY at the same time and made the same stop at The Bagelry on Polk Street for the same pre-race food. We checked in and went to the same place for lunch, the River City Brewing Company in the K Street Mall. We made the same trip to the expo so I could pick up my race number and attend the keynote speech. This year it was Greg McMillan, M.S. of the McMillan Running Company. He is a noted runner and coach It was a more practical and motivational talk than the science based speech of 2010. My support crew found it easier to stay awake. There was relaxing, dinner and the same early bedtime.
I did not wake with the same drama as last year. I got up around 4:30 a.m. I had the same bagel and coffee. I headed out to make the bus that was scheduled to board and leave our hotel between 5:00 and 5:15. We got to the race start in Folsom where there is a row of porta potties that stretches for as far as the eye can see. Some people stood in line. All you really needed to do was go farther down the row. I walked around to loosen up and watched the sunrise.

We had the same pace leader as 2010 and he did the same great job of setting the right pace. Somewhere around the third mile, my left hamstring started to feel a little ragged. I decided there was no need to slow down, but I realized I would pay for that decision after the race. The first half was pretty quiet. Markham was on pace to set a personal record and running about half a minute ahead of the group. I talked with him at the start, but that was it.
I came into the half way point at 1:29:18, 42 seconds ahead of the 1:30:00 goal for a three hour marathon. In 2010 we had similarly hit the half way point ahead of schedule, but the pace group gave it all back by mile 20. That meant I had to struggle to stay exactly on pace if I wanted to finish in three hours. I only made it by a couple of seconds. The one variation on the race plan I was considering was to push a little of ahead of the group and preserve as much of the cushion as I could. At the half way point, I decided that was the plan and I stayed ahead of the pace group for the rest of the race.

I finished in 2:59:25 gun time/2:59:19 chip time. It was a new PR by about half a minute. I did end up losing time in the last six miles. That is something to note for Boston. I was not as fit as I had been in 2010, but I had a better race plan that benefited from the prior year's experience. We also had ideal conditions for the race: cool temperatures, overcast (no beating sun) and almost no wind.

After the Sunday race my legs were totally trashed. The first run I tried was on the following Saturday. I had to stop because my hamstrings hurt too much. As expected, the left hamstring was the worst. I switched to the elliptical for a couple of weeks and gradually started running again. It took a month before I was back to anything approaching my normal routine.

On to Boston.