Family

Credit to my sister – she corralled all to commit to Fort Smith Arkansas’ inaugural marathon event.  Many thanks!

 

Pop-ups – new term sis taught me; kinder friendlier word for HILL; might be unique to only her & her local running group; big picture…a hill is a hill is a hill – and this particular course had miles of ’em 🙂

Family Marathon – ran marathon relay with both siblings & a nephew; ok to be jealous – my family ROCKS!

 

After driving the course on Saturday, lotta discussion over marathon legs:

  • 2 huge hills in Leg 1 (along with pop-ups).  Hill training since December, I was tagged with Leg 1.
  • Leg 2 – longest relay at 7.45 miles.  Half the distance my sister runs every weekend, Leg 2 all hers.
  • Third leg was a mystery – mostly on paved trail, not accessible by car.  Huge hill, then levels off (we think).  Would have been my sister-in-law’s leg but missed for a work commitment.  That left my brother with 7 miles.
  • Last (& shortest) leg to Jack, my 14 year old nephew.  Young & eager, posted a 6:42/mile in track camp.

We ran as Team 4-Layer Delight (named after Mom’s signature dessert).

 

Woke to near perfect race conditions – 50° & sunshine.  Hadn’t run relay since high school, near 100 years ago.  “Never drop the baton” – I remember that was a relay runner’s biggest fear.  Fast forward to 2015 – same medal baton, tech-tweaked with a timing chip.

Lined way way back.  Pop, gun start & I ran – side-stepping runners, targeting the 3:45 pace group.

Since I started out fast, focused early on air intake (controlled breathing) just before the turn on Free Ferry (2 mile mark).  Multiple pop-ups, then a right on Albert Pike – first of my 2 huge hills.  Had been lagging behind 2 young runners, up & down Free Ferry.  This hill however was all mine – I owned it.  Strong arms, kept pushing, crested, then flew the other side.  Turned up the tunes & settled into my next mile.  Up the 2nd huge hill – a serpentine climb per my sis; call these switchbacks in Colorado.  Couldn’t see the top – just kept pushing. Popped over, relay exchange ahead.  Already?  Handed off the baton to my sister, pacing a sub-3:40 marathon.  WOW!

Because of traffic delays, only my sister (& nephew) drove the start of Leg 2.  I asked Jack if he knew how to get to Leg 3 – a quick yes, so I handed him the keys.  At almost 6’ feet, I never knew he was only 14 & could not drive.  HA!

Parked at First Nat’l Bank (site of Leg 3) where I met up with Ash & Tom, Mom, bro, niece, etc etc etc…talk about crowd support.  Pumped, still felt super strong.  Knowing my brother doesn’t run regularly, asked if he‘d mind I join him.  And that’s the way it went.  Sis finished under 4 hour marathon pace, handed off the baton & off we journeyed.

Half mile trek then – HUGE hill.  UP, UP, UP…we passed several walkers, neither of us stopped.  Slow steady pace.  Gotta say my brother’s leg was the least scenic – exception: mounted police.  Pretty cool – no horse patrol in my prior races.  Nice job, Fort Smith!

Bro felt all 7 miles as we neared Old Greenwood – but never stopped, he kept moving.  Don’t know too many people who wake up & think – today I’ll run 7 miles (with no training).  Leg 3 ended flat– deceptively, that final quarter-mile lasted forever.

Ready, ready, ready to run.  Young Jack was all smiles.  Hand-off complete, we boarded cars & rushed to the Finish Line – Team shirts in hand.  A half mile out, pulled a Team shirt over Jack’s head & all crossed together (including his dad who ran the half marathon).

My first marathon relay – 13th Place (just over 4 hours).  Go Team 4-Layer Delight!

Lunch at Longhorn’s, quick shower, airport.  Under an hour ’til take-off, TSA drama – Ash lost her license (also inadvertently packed a half-bottle of water).  Luckily, she also carries a Costco card.  Who knew that would come in so handy?

Family marathons, highly recommended.  A moment in time I’ll never forget.

 

Never say never.

Same lady who PR’d in Indy last November (& said no more marathons) organized this weekend’s marathon relay in Fort Smith, Arkansas. Christmas week, my sister reached out & asked if we’d be interested in running together as a family – then a week later, strong-armed everyone to sign up.  Thanks Tammy – this would have never happened without you!

Left Friday a couple hours early, first stop Dallas.  15 minute turnaround (just made our connection), boarded a small regional jet to Fort Smith – one seat by 2 seats across…yep, might small.

Sleep, breakfast – ready ready ready to go.  Both siblings, siblings’ families & Mom.  Pretty fantastic.

Drove tomorrow’s course to get a feel for the area – whole lotta hills – then headed downtown for bib pick-up.  Sunshine & 70’s – a bit warm for marathoning but perfect for touristing.  Sis, brother-in-law & I explored Fort Smith’s historic buildings; Ash, Tom, cousins & Grandma geocached near the Arkansas River.

Fort Smith lies on the border of Arkansas & Oklahoma (former Indian territory).  What to do?  Obvious answer – visit Miss Laura’s, a former bordello.  Fort Smith was a gateway to the West – a town marshaled by Bass Reeves, justice doled out by Judge Issac Parker, ‘the Hanging Judge’.  Bordellos, row houses & gallows – everything you’d expect from a family vacation 🙂

Championship Uno followed by a whole lotta strategizing for the next day’s relay.  Sister, brother-in-law & I all run regularly. Brother however is a former weight lifter – his wife is the runner but out-of-town on a work trip.  Last member of Team 4-Layer Delight, my 14 year-old nephew – track team, super fast but has never run > than 4 miles (tomorrow’s leg, almost 6).

Kick-back, pace easy, enjoy the day?  Heck no – double heaping of competitiveness in this family’s DNA!

 

 

Free weekend between Mississippi & Miami marathons – kick back & rest?  That would be a NO.  Winter time in Colorado is prime time for outdoor activities.  Purchased a Groupon for Ash & Tom at Christmas for ice climbing, couldn’t help but tag along.

Was told it’s harder to climb in Colorado because our ice is river water, not glacier ice like in Alaska.  Axe & crampons stick easier in glacier ice – river ice chips so important to stay on belay (rope) should you pop off.

2 hour drive to Colorado Springs (love the Springs), then a short quarter mile hike to Cheyenne Canyon with our guide Andrew (a scrawny rock climber – weighed maybe a buck ten).  Had to compete for wall space with a local climbing group – so actually started off on the intermediate wall.  Roped up, kicked in my crampons & struck a few blows before I found rhythm (muscle memory – hadn’t climbed since Matanuska, day before my Alaska marathon).

Forgot how much I LOVE ice climbing – it’s a thinking man’s sport.  Yeah, there’s physical involved but LOVE picking my route – it’s unique to each climber.  Do I use an existing hit (to place my axe)?  Go right, go left – where is the better/thicker ice?  How far can I reach? Strike high, using that arm (& forward motion) to propel the body UP, kick in again with your crampon.

Struggled up the ice lip but ultimately, SUCCESS!  LOVE LOVE LOVE ice climbing!

Ash & Tom took their try at the wall.  Not fair their first climb would be on an intermediate wall – no training, little instruction.  Luckily, an easier tie soon opened – more ice, less vertical.  Lot more fun – both summited, good memories 🙂

We paid for a half day so I took in 2 more verticals before Ash & Tom worked belay and let Andrew climb.

Felt good to be in the mountains.  Perfect conditions – sunshine, no wind.  Crazy addictive sport.  Can see myself hitting it regularly once my running schedule frees next year.  So much competition for time – cross country skiing, snow shoeing, another 14er winter summit, ice climbing…& only December to April to get it all in.  LOVE LOVE my Colorado life!