Week between Christmas & New Year – 23rd thru January 2nd – unexpectedly (first time ever) workplace stayed closed, restarting production after the New Year. Count it: 10 days off (including weekends). FAAANNNNTASTIC!
GREAT to have extra time over the holidays. 10 days though, this body gets antsy. Too late to coordinate a family trip but ’nuff time to late-register for a holiday-week marathon 🙂 The Huff, a 50K trail run in rural Indiana…in winter. Hmmm.
Early Friday a.m. flight to Indianapolis, 2+ hour drive to Columbia City. 13 degrees & overcast. Breakfast/lunch/brunch – 5am day start, 2-hour (Eastern) clock jump, time for Indiana food. Snow & colder temps expected 2nd half of day.
Bib pick-up at the print shop which produced our swag shirts. LOVE the Midwest – friendliest folks in the U.S. ❤
Hotel check-in – one gal shop. Same friendly face answered the phone, mopped the front lobby (lotta traveller tracks) AND pushed snow outta handicap parking. Was there in the morning when I checked out too. Give that lady a raise! WOW!
Dinner-dined at Chapman’s, directly ‘cross from the County Courthouse. Standing-room only in this 6-table diner. THE place for eats in downtown Columbia City. Cajun shrimp bowl – tasty, filled the gut. Back on the road, mile-half hotel return, 3 inches of fresh powder. Parked the rental, cranked room heat to HIGH (ice had formed on window inside). COLD blustery nite.
Saturday race day. Woke early, scraped & warmed the car. 30-45 minute drive to Chain O’ Lakes Park in Albion. Winter wonderland.
Arrived 10 minutes til Race Start. 2 degrees above zero & SNOW. THIS is when runners wear spikes – which unfortunately, I failed to pack. Gonna be a Slip & Slide kinda day. 2-lap course, Drop Bag in the Main Tent, food & change of socks awaiting.
Chain O’Lakes State Park: Beautiful wooded trails, difficult weathered terrain. Fresh snow covered long up-n-down stretches of melted/refrozen ice. Tough slow-going trek & C-O-L-D ❄
iPod froze, no music. iPhone froze – one pic, one choppy video. C-O-L-D.
2nd water bottle on my hydration vest FROZE SOLID, only 8 miles in. 3 Aid Stations. Remember the third one best – HUGE bon fire. Camped there 15-20 minutes & drank slushy Coke (only liquid which didn’t freeze in the sub-zero wind). 5 miles more.
Back in the Main Tent, located my Drop Bag & worked off my shoes. Cheeks & beard coated in ice. Slurred speech. Tongue stopped working. This is CRAZY. What am I doing? 50 yards into the 2nd lap, I turned back. Told the race officials, no mas. Penciled my name on a handwritten list (yep, their pen had frozen – HA!). DNF. [More than 50% of today’s field did the same.]
McDonald’s splash bath & a large order of fries. Happy to be on my way HOME. Tough way to end the year.
Hey now – no tears here. Kickin’ off 2018 with FAMILY on the Big Island, Hawaii.
Sis’ birthday run (Hilo to Volcano 50K) just 7 days away. 4000ft climb (ocean-to-mountain). H-U-G-E !
- last run of 2017
- Noble County Courthouse
- pre-race Jambalaya
- 2 degrees & SNOW
- beautiful wooded, weathered trails
- C-O-L-D ❄️
- one lap DNF, 15.8 miles
The Huff (short clip before iPhone froze)
Completed my ‘Run’ miles 6 days ago, doesn’t mean I stop marathoning, right?
Cheap Southwest flight purchased many many months ago. Chose Buckeye as my December race – well before I was aware of last Sunday’s big C event in Washington state. 2 hour direct flight, landed Friday 10:30pm. Rental pickup, hour drive to my bargain hotel in Surprise (Arizona). Quick sleeps, 40 minute drive to Sun City Festival (exclusive retirement community, technically part of Buckeye 20+ miles away). Bib pickup 7am, toured the pickleball courts (Googled ‘what is pickleball?’), last minute porta-potty, 8am marathon Start. Small race, stats mostly Half participants.
Hadn’t packed so little time into an out-of-state marathon since 2015’s Wisconsin Marathon. (That event, arrived after midnight in Chicago O’Hare, crossed the Wisconsin border then car-camped ‘til race morning in Kenosha. Glam life. LOL>)
Cool desert start. Wore layers, knew it’d heat up by Finish. Unfortunately been sick all week – hadn’t run since last Sunday’s marathon. Everything already paid sooo….I’d take it slow, pace myself, not gonna PR, goal to Finish.
Three miles of suburbia, back-n-forth neighborhood roads lined with palms. Left on Sun Valley Parkway, nothing but highway – straight, next 21 miles. No getting lost today.
Mile 4: coughed up chucks of past week’s strep infection. Disgusting but better having it on the outside 🙂
Steady consistent first Half, just over 2 hours. Heat kicked UP, dropped to a walk by marker 17. Congested, more panting than breathing. Didn’t eat much all week either. Let the heat get to me, mental lapse – rapid temp change from Colorado December.
Enjoyed support from a local run group. Every 2-3 miles they’d be roadside cheering. Two of their members, Barb & Cathie caught me at mile 19. It was Cathie’s first marathon. Hung with these ladies race remainder. Super upbeat/chatty individuals. Made running alongside an empty highway much more interesting. Indebted, ladies. Many thanks.
‘Run to the Runway’ on today’s race shirts. Marathon ended at a municipal airport [runway] in Buckeye. Private airfield. Would finish surrounded by a field of parachutists. Dumb luck, but pretty cool.
Hour-half return to Phoenix’s Sky Harbor International. Just your average 20-hour December day in the Arizona desert ☼
Buckeye Marathon – Race to the Runway
Buckeye, AZ
K R Haga
Bib # 124
Chip Time
05:00:42
Half
02:07:38
- Pickleball anyone?
- the American Southwest
- Shared 7 miles of Arizona desert. Indebted, many thanks.
- 21 miles of empty highway
- 2 marathons in 6 days
Stumbled across this Sunday’s run on the Maniacs calendar. Local charity run in Washington state. Limited to 50 participants, no set entry fee. Suggested $25 donation, pay as much as you please – all funds raised, 100% to the cause.
Hooked after reading the site’s About page. That’s how I chose the big C Marathon.
story behind the big C marathon
I wasn’t going to make this personal but I decided to be honest – it is personal. On July 25, 2016 I was diagnosed with breast cancer. My immediate thought was that I didn’t want to “do” this. I felt like I had been signed up for a race that I didn’t want to run. Not only that, it was a race with no set distance (was it a 5k or a 100-miler), I didn’t know how hilly it was, what the elevation was, nor what the weather might be. The thing about a cancer diagnosis is you don’t know what you’re up against until piece by piece the specifics of your disease are revealed to you. I soon found myself relying on my marathon experiences to deal with my new situation. I decided that whatever my path would be, I would have to pace myself and run aid station to aid station. I had done this many times in the past to break down what seemed like an unusually long, tough race into small, manageable pieces. Since my diagnosis, I have of course met many other people who have experienced, are experiencing, or love someone who has or is experiencing the big C, and I have found that it unifies people – just like running does. I have also spent many middle-of-the-night hours searching websites for answers of how to deal with having, and recovering from this. I kept finding the same thing – exercise helps. It helps in dealing with the side effects of treatment. It helps to smooth out the emotional affects of the disease. And it helps in feeling strong and more in control.
So, this marathon is to remind all of us to set goals, to break scary things down into smaller, more easily-digestible pieces, to keep moving forward, to hold our loved ones in our hearts, and to do something that might be terrifying with dignity – and maybe even a smile.
We welcome ALL paces and would be thrilled if you decided to do this as a tribute to a loved one – knowing that we have your back, and will encourage, cheer, and not leave until you have crossed that finish line…
WOW, right?
Kicked up my daily mileage 2nd half of November. How fitting would it be to finish this year’s 2,017 miles at an event giving back to cancer? Ya’ll know I’m goal-determined, hell or high water I’d finish my GOAL miles December 3rd in Puyallup, Washington.
Southwest flight to Sea-Tac Saturday afternoon. Early dinner, early sleeps in Sumner.
Fun story. Short of time, been scheduling haircuts in marathon locations. Fort Worth TX, Mankato MN, Dublin Ireland – I’m a guy, it’s just hair. Googled Sport Clips. 2 in Puyallup, what are the chances? Arrived at “Sports Cut”. Shady part of town. One chair barbershop, older Asian lady with buzz clippers. Only hair, right? (& only $10) LOL>
Early Sunday a.m. alarm. Rain all day yesterday, cool & overcast today. Morning drive: Cockrell Cider Farms, day’s marathon Start & Finish. Many thanks for their generosity. They took NO cash, charged our event nada – 100% charity.
Bib pick-up, $100 donation. Hope others matched my gift ❤
8am Start. RD Cat Schwartz read a note from one of last year’s participants. Sadly he passed away Saturday morning (literally yesterday). Remember why we’re doing this & remember to smile (her words of encouragement).
Sported a hydration vest today – no cup event. Less than 4 miles of town/suburbia roads. Picked up Foothills Trail, a scenic bike path parallel Hwy 162. Unlike Colorado bike paths, this trail was well-treed (lotta overhanging greenery). Zagged thru tree nurseries & berry farms, trekked alongside the Puyallup (& later Carbon) River. Urban-ran ‘cross [the town of] Orting, before rejoining Foothills Trail mile-half from the turnaround.
Mentally significant/symbolic turning the Half. Chalked on pavement: ‘big C’ & an arrow. Simple marker but something much bigger rattling in MY head. Less than a year ago I was undergoing chemo. Today, once around ‘the big C’ (circled the pavement) & kept running – I moved on, as I now have with life. HUGE scary part of my past [cancer] but time to let go & move on. Done.
Slowed significantly 2nd Half. Skies drizzled, air felt heavy. No gas in the tank – common complaint all Fall. Counted only 3 ahead of me first Half. At least twice that number passed on the 13-mile return. Ho, hum. But not really ‘bout the run today, huh?
Finished 4:45, 4:46-ish I think. Marathon #104, 2nd in Washington. (No official results yet, will post later).
After party? Warmed inside ‘the Roost’, Cockrell Farms’ Tasting Room. FIRST RATE cider, AWESOME post-race chili.
Next weekend, the Buckeye Marathon – scored a cheap (sub $100) flight to Phoenix. Happy day 🙂
2017 big C Marathon
Name Bib# Finish Time
Kyle Saxe 33 3:35:44
Wendy Hawthorn 24 3:41:27
Shawna Punzalan 19 3:44:54
Chris Owens 32 3:45:39
Jean-Gael Reboul 18 3:58:43
Dan Bucci 38 4:06:12
Scott Sebelsky 37 4:06:12
Rikki Bogue 4 4:10:02
Tom Owen 17 4:26:18
Andy Fritz 6 4:30:13
Nancy Patel 28 4:45:11
Keenan Haga 10 4:46:35
Several of you have asked that we create a Paypal account so you and/or your friends and relatives can donate. Well, it is done – the account is: thebigcmarathon@gmail.com And as always, 100% of profits goes to Fred Hutch Cancer Research. Thanks! Cat.
- Cockrell Cider Farms, day’s marathon Start & Finish
- 8-mile mark
- 2,017 miles in 2017!
- ‘nother Apple watch fail. Frustrating. Garmin in 2018?
- meanwhile, friend Sarah completed HER 2017 running goal & just in time — she’s 9 months pregnant. Yikes!






















