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Prague International Marathon 2010

Saturday, June 5th, 2010
Prague International Marathon, 2010

Prague International Marathon, 2010 - Looking a little worst for wear, knee bleeding but still going strong.

I’ve been slow posting my experience of running the Prague International Marathon. I do have a few excuses but in general it’s more the result of just wanting to write about new stuff, thoughts and where my mind currently is wandering in the running realm. Perhaps the most justifiable excuse, the race took place only a week after arriving in the Czech Republic from Taiwan. The jet lag was killing me combined with a general lack of sleep. For future reference, I hope to give myself at least a few weeks in an event location before my race. The results and general “happiness level” are certainly reflected in the results after an adjustment of sleep and finding a new rhythm.

Prague was my second running of a full marathon. Truth be told, my it was my first real running of the event. Last year, at my first, the Toronto Water Front Marathon, I took Carla’s advice and ran specific distances with walking breaks – two kilometers with 30 second walks. It was wise advice as I was uncertain about how to run 42km. My experience and training to date were at most in the 30km range, I was unclear about my pacing and the proverbial “wall” that many talk of.

On the ?? Bridge, close to our hotel and on the way to the start of the Prague International marathon.

On the Charles Bridge, close to our hotel and on the way to the start of the Prague International marathon.

Soon after the half marathon cut off in the Toronto race, participants started to “drop like flies“. People were on the sidewalks puking and rolling around in pain – no exaggerations, really! I certainly wasn’t feeling that bad but it did plant some fear in me. I was wandering off into the unknown, my only goal was to finish, with grace and style. There was no way I was going to puke!

My Toronto Waterfront, 2009 run ended up being too much on the conservative side. I finished the race at 4:29:20 with a smile on my face and no real sense of pain or pushing myself. Within hours, I was feeling 100% and ready to go running again?!? A very different experience from my first half-marathon a year earlier at the same event, more on this later.

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Full Contact Running

Thursday, April 29th, 2010
New Orleans graves

On the way to the city park from the French Quarter I discovered this grave yard.

A recent trip to New Orleans allowed me to participate in my favourite pastime of exploring new surroundings through running. When playing tourist, I loathe the preplanned, prepackage tours that are offered by the tourism industry. By running around a new location I’m visiting, I get the opportunity to explore in ways not possible while in tow by a tour guide. A great example of this was my sighting of a possum in the city park while on a run. Never have I seen such an odd, ugly yet fascinating creature up close and very impromptu.

Perhaps a little embarrassing is the running accident that was also a part of the trip. Imagine the smirks I get when I explain that the recent breaking of two fingers was the result of running. Who would have known that running would be a full contact sport?

The incident basically involved running late in the day, the sun setting so that I lost daylight and my ability to see clearly. Faced with running back to my hotel on sidewalks that still struggle with the devastation of hurricane Katrina as well as issues with basic poverty of some New Orleans neighbourhoods, I foolishly choose to keep running. I should confess that I’ve been in this situation several times in Vancouver as well, several resulted in falling accidents as well. The New Orleans incident being exceptional due to the injury that resulted.

At the end of the run, stumbling along as usual due to fatigue, my left foot managed to find a crack in the sidewalk that caused me to stumble. In an effort to break my fall I reached out with my right hand resulting in two fingers taking the bulk of my landing. The initial shock of the pain that resulted was surprisingly not bad. What soon followed was moaning, stars and shooting pain up my arm. My shoulder did most of the complaining at first as it was also a point of my landing. Getting up in the darkness from the protective custody of someones decorative bush, it became clear that something was wrong with my hand. Holding it vertically with my hand in front of me seemed to help but the throbbing was intense. More concern at the time was the bleeding coming out various scratches over my hand, arm and knees.

Running injoury, broken fingers

A few hours after my fall, the swelling of the two broken fingers has become clear along with the beautiful purple hue that has set in.

Based on recent past experiences of being stung on the inside of my mouth multiple times while running (details to follow in another post) I learned that resuming my run is an effective way to cope with pain. I often read about distance runners tolerance for pain but on a personal level I couldn’t relate other than a few extreme cases. I’m realizing now that many of my longer runs do involve a certain amount of discomfort that I’ve not associated with pain until now with some reflection. Odd how so much pleasure can come out of pain and pushing past it at a mental level. Perhaps I’m more masochistic than I realized?

Due to being in the United States and fearing the medical costs of visiting a local emergency room, I failed to see a doctor about my injured hand. Returning to Canada a week later result in further procrastination as the level of pain was quickly subsiding. The end result, four months later, is continued tenderness, a significant loss of range of motion (about 50%) and one finger that clearly zigs when it should be zagging.

Why I didn’t go to see a doctor is clearly an example of procrastination and complacency, perhaps even a little embarrassment. I suspect I’ll pay for my silliness when I’m an old man and arthritis sets in. Until then, I’ll just have to continue my work on tolerance for pain lake any self respecting distance runner.

Running Waves

Sunday, April 25th, 2010

Torchbearer and Olympic gold medal winner Mo Huilan waves to people while running during the 2008 Beijing Olympic Games torch relay in Nanning, southwest China's Guangxi Zhuang Autonomous Region, June 7, 2008. (Photo credit: Xinhua)

As I make my way around the world, exploring my surroundings using my favourite past time of running, I’ve discovered an interesting way of interacting with the local residents. Like many things human, we all long for a connection with our surroundings and the other people in it. Running is no exception with the simple act of exchanging a wave being very revealing of the local culture. The range of responses is always dependent on the individual, the weather and location but there’s always room for generalizations. This is a summary of my experiences to date:

  • Vancouver, Canada: Not the warmest, friendliest responses to waves in my list but a general receptiveness to making eye contact in a positive manor was encountered. Being a long time resident, I found the other runners a little too serious about their running efforts to make time for silly things like waving. The level of participation in running is exceptional, Vancouver’s citizens take their general fitness enthusiastically to the point of it often being a defining element in their self identity.
  • Calgary, Canada: Not a lot of runners on the running trails but those that are there are certainly willing to exchange waves. Perhaps the small running community relative to the cities population makes them want to reach out more?
  • Eagle Hill, Canada: I was the freak on the side of the Alberta road getting in the way of the farm equipment and Dually Trucks going twice the speed limit. The general response was indifference or head shaking. Surprisingly I also received one of my most enthusiastic responses with a big “thumbs up” like I was partaking in some kind of exceptional activity. This is where my running career started after needing to run several kilometers with my sister to meeting a closing time of a store after running out of gas.
    Note: I’ll write in detail of my motivations for starting to run in a future post.
  • Toronto, Canada: Really, really serious people in general and certainly in their running as well. Never have a been surrounded by so many runners that were incapable of eye contact never mind any kind of exchange involving a wave. This is yet another example of Toronto’s reputation of being a “cold city”.
  • London, England: Nothing special, nothing exceptional. Most runners were doing their own thing with the odd positive response to my waves but in general indifference seemed to be the main theme. I suppose this is to be expected in a city of this size. As always there’s always an exception with only older fellow practically jumping with joy when I waved to him.
  • Nairobi, Kenya:Never have I been stared at more with even more staring when I waved. On further reflection, I’m sure I’d wonder too “what the hell the white guy was doing running” along the side of the road for fun when most people were busy simply trying to deal with their concerns of survival.
  • Osaka, Japan:  Very few runners, of those encountered were very serious about their efforts with little interest in exchanging waves. I’m not sure if my experience was more dependent on a Japanese reaction in general or more to do with Osaka being a relatively working class city with running not being a common pass time. I have been told that marathons events in Japan are very serious events with none of the fanfare and silliness that has become a part of the North American events.
  • Miyako-jima and Irabu-jima, Japan: Not one other runner encountered but I suspect this has more to do with the remoteness of the location than with attitudes of the local residences. I did encounter posters of local running events so I suspect the island is more of a running destination rather than a place to train. This is understandable considering the beauty of the region, it was simply breath taking and easily one of the most beautiful places I’ve been in the world.
  • New Orleans, United States: Very few fellow runners encountered but I might have been running in the “wrong part of town”. New Orleans continues to struggle with the process of rebuilding after the devastation of hurricane Katrina, August 29, 2005. While running to the city park from the French Quarter I encountered some very poor neighbourhoods which were not receptive to a “white guy” doing his “rich man past time”. I’m always thankful for the reminder that I live a life of relative luxury where one of top pursuits in life is running, I’m a lucky soul.
    Note: This is also where I broke several fingers running, details will be in a future post – Full Contact Running.
  • Taipei, Taiwan: A small but very enthusiastic running community. Most are very excited to exchange waves with some proudly saying “hello” in, I assume, an effort to display their knowledge of English. One surprising observation was the general absence of female runners as well as the huge popularity in cycling. Never have a seen so many expensive road bikes with clearly recreational riders “stuffed” into their very stylish cycling outfits. I think there’s a clear effort to demonstrate that the riders are on their bikes for leisure rather than due to a lack of a automobile.
  • Brno, Czech Republic (Added: 31 May, 2010): It’s not uncommon to encounter fellow runners but rare that they make eye contact let alone exchange waves or a smile. Initially small children and dogs were my only source of greetings but now that I’ve learned a few words in Czech things are looking up. The concept of waving still seems to be lost but “Dobrý den” (Hello) results in at least a general acknowledgement. More details on this experience can be found here: Silva Nortica Run

Running is a pass-time that has a very wide range of reasons for pursuing. I hope that I never offend those who I wave to but also hope that those who do choose to respond are as thankful as I am in the little connection we shared in the moment.