Disney Marathon Recap (Part II)

If you haven't read the first half of this recap you can catch up HERE.
-Warning: This is going to be long-

Never in my life have I run such a long distance wearing SO much clothing. As Harrison and I leave behind the organized chaos that was the start line we attempt to find our agreed upon pace. This is not an easy task because of several factors. First, we're surrounded by thousands of other runners... slower runners and it's dark and below freezing with many hazards such as discarded clothing and plastic bags spread across the course. Second, I'm wearing so much clothing that it's hard to judge how fast I'm running compared to normal Florida running (aka wearing the least amount of clothing possible). And third, my feet aren't exactly warm, but more like numb stumps making it even more difficult to run. As we approach Mile 1 there is a clock with red numbers for an ungodly amount of lapsed time since the official start of the race. I did manage to remember to start my watch as we crossed the start line so I could have an idea of my chip time, but I didn't feel like pulling back all the layers of clothing to find the damn thing. Some quick rough math and I figured we were running an 11-minute pace. "Good effing God we're going slow," I think to myself. Then I see Harrison checking his watch out of the corner of my eye. He starts to mumble something. Reading his mind, I say "it's alright, we'll speed up as we warm up," or at least I think I'm saying something to that affect. In reality I really haven't a clue of how this fiasco is going to turn out.

Not much later Harrison tells me to hold up for a second as he very quickly stretches is calves since he did not get a chance to do it back before the race started. I take a second and look around. We're on a 4-lane highway that has been closed down for the race. There's nothing but forest around us and many runners are climbing down the road shoulder to piss in the woods. I get a chuckle thinking about how this is probably the one event out of the year where thousands of people will get away with pissing and occasionally taking a dump out in the open all across 40-square miles of Disney World property. I'm also reminded that I haven't pooped in two freaking days despite eating an insane amount of food and wonder if this will become an issue! Soon we're running again and as we approach mile 3 we see the leaders running by on the other side of the road. From what I can tell one of the Brazilians is out front with two runners pretty much drafting him and a fourth runner a few hundred feet behind. They must have already run through Epcot, back out through the parking lot and onto the highway again toward the Magic Kingdom. No telling how far ahead they are, but one thing is for sure; they are making us look like we are standing still as they disappear into the dark pulling away and heading the same direction as us but on different section of the course.

The first aid station arrives and I ask Harrison, "You good?" He yells back, "I'm good," and we blast through not taking any water. This may have been a mistake. Then we're in Epcot and the course narrows causing a huge bottleneck of runners making it nearly impossible to pass any of the slower paced runners we seem to be stuck with (this bottle-necking occurred more times than I could keep track of off and on for the entire race). Harrison told me prior to the race that he has never been to Disney World. Knowing this I decided to tell him a little bit of the limited knowledge I have from dozens of trips I have made to the theme parks. I make a joke about the big golf ball looking thing. I explain all the countries that surround the lake and how terrible the hangover from "drinking around the world" can be at Epcot. I point out the Living Seas Aquarium and tell him about how I once got to go scuba diving for free inside it while on a date. Harrison is silent.

This is my first realization that something is going on; something is not right. The previous long run Harrison and I did together that went so well for both of us was full of conversation. I wonder if he is overwhelmed by everything happening? I wonder if something is going wrong with him? I wonder if he's just freezing balls like I am?

We approach another aid station as we're leaving Epcot. I look over at Harrison and say "next time we're here it'll be mile 25." We both turn down the Powerade and take a cup of water. To our surprise we get more than water. My cup is like a 7-Eleven Slurpee and Harrison's cup is solid ice. The cups of water are freezing faster than they can give them out. Bet Disney didn't see that one coming. What's even more messed up is the inevitably spilled water is freezing on the pavement forming a fine layer of ice to run across. I almost can't believe I'm in Florida! At later aid stations, for lack of better supplies, volunteers throw beach sand on top of the ice making the ice under the sand even harder to see and avoid. Ironically, the "aid stations," quickly become the most dangerous part of the race!

At Mile 4 we're back near the starting area and there is a huge crowd of spectators lining the course. Cowbells, whistles, clapper devices, screaming and yelling fills the darkness. I'm aware that this is one of the points that the Girlfriend and D, who were attempting to meet up with Morgan (Caution:Redhead Running) and Spike (Running Spike), were planning to cheer us on so I start scanning the crowd. Everyone is so covered up trying to stay warm that I start to think I might not even be able to recognize them. Just as we're about to go through a gate ending the free spectator area I hear my name being yelled out by a voice from the past. A voice of an old friend that I'll always recognize the timbre.... it's Morgan! I turn around in the direction of the voice, but can't see her 5'1" tall frame amongst the crowd. However I do see my Girlfriend and also Spike. We've already passed them and are moving along so quick there's no way to go back and say anything with so many people right behind me. Seeing them and knowing they're all there brings a smile to my face.

The next few miles are uneventful. We pass a chip sensor at mile 5 and I feel my phone buzz from the automatic text message update alert and a DJ announcer guy calls out my name completely wrong. My first name is NOT Steven! This is the second race this has happened. In the Halafthon they said I was from New Port Ritchey, which is completely wrong. At least I know my D-tag is working after starting on the wrong course. The first hints of sunlight start to show up on the horizon and now I start to notice the "freakers" in this race. At least five Jack Sparrows are running within a mile front and back of us. One guy wearing all blue and a U.S. Coast Guard sweater has his entire face painted blue and even is using a blue latex cap to cover his hair. At first I think he is one of the famous "Blue Man Group" guys, but then realize that's a Universal Studios thing, not Disney. I'm baffled at all the women I see carrying stuffed animal Disney characters. I shouldn't talk since I'm carrying my own gear,* but unless the stuffed animal is super warm a giant hand warmer I don't see the motivation to carry it 26.2 miles. The best example is a very large woman. She doesn't look like she should physically be able to run a marathon so props to her for going for it, but seriously? She is holding a human sized stuffed Goofy character. With the giant stuffed animal and being so large she is causing some serious issues with people trying to get around her! Then there are the novelty T-shirts saying all kinds of funny quotes. My award for the best one of the race goes to the girl I saw with the shirt that read "I will not remember any of this."

In my mind I had this ideal image of the sunrise and its brilliant orange, red and pink rays of light streaking across the sky with one of several classic Disney landmarks in the foreground. It would be a great picture I told myself. In real life the only thing I wanted was the sunshine. When the sunrise finally arrives we happen to be passing a gas station of all things. Beautiful....

Somewhere around Mile 8 Harrison asks to stop again. His calves are cramping up so he starts to stretch them again. Knowing that sometimes stretching along with massaging helps leg cramps I offer that advice. He starts massaging them himself and I decide to help. We probably look like quite the couple on the side of the road as hundreds of runners pass. His calves feel as hard as concrete. It freaks me out to the point that I say "holy shit" aloud. It's as if he is flexing them on purpose as hard as he can. I feel my own calf muscles and they feel like mash potatoes compared to his cramping calves! He doesn't say for sure if they are any better or not, but after a few minutes of walking we start running again. After Mile 9 we come to an aid station and I decide to take a Gu. Thank God for Vanilla Bean Gu, my new favorite Gu ever! This will be a treat!

First, I have to unzip my pocket. This turns out to be an advanced skill. I'm wearing two pairs of gloves and it's now that I realize I can't feel any of my fingers. My left pocket will not unzip. It's just not happening so I switch to the right pocket and SUCCESS! I reach in, grab the first thing I feel and pull out a Vanilla Bean Gu... SUCCESS. Next, I attempt to rip it open... FAIL. By now we've reached the water tables and I'm forced to take a water if I don't want to stop moving forward. This creates a new problem of trying to open this damn Gu and also not spill my half frozen cup of water. Finally, I get pissed off and bite the living hell out of the Gu and thus having it splooge out half on my glove, some on my face and the rest in my mouth... SUCCESS! You must always take great joy in overcoming even the smallest accomplishments when overcoming adversity!

As we pass the Contemporary Resort I can't remember if this is where our friends were going to try and see us again or if it was the near the halfway point. There are quite a few people cheering us on, but I don't see anyone I know. Soon after, we enter the Magic Kingdom and the crowd is huge, the biggest yet, and I feel a little anxiety start to overcome me simply because I can't feel any of my fingers and it seems to be getting worse. I start to worry about hypothermia, or just the fact that my body might be concentrating blood circulation in my core. This makes me angry. I hate being cold! I tuck my hands under my sweatshirt and under my arms. It's not that I hear that family timbre calling my name again. I look to the crowd and this time spot them better than last time. Slightly confused because I didn't expect to see anyone within the Magic Kingdom** I see before me Morgan, Spike and Beth (Discom-BOB-ulated Running). By this point Harrison and I have a little joke going on about an old Saturday Night Live skit involving Will Ferrell and Christopher Walken and a band where Ferrell is playing the cowbell in the studio. We've already yelled out "More Cowbell" to quite a few spectators and I yell back at Morgan, "more cowbell," but I can't tell they can't hear me so I just wave like a fool as I run past. I'm really just stoked they are all here to support all their friends and me! Then I try and yell back, "I can't feel my fingers," and "where are the others?" Why I felt the need to say this is beyond me? Then I realize that 1.) they can't hear me and 2.) they can't even tell I'm saying anything because my lips are covered up with my neoprene "ninja mask." Feeling like an idiot I wave goodbye, turn and start the run toward Cinderella's Castle. It's funny the things you say, do and think while running a marathon. I remember thinking after this incident about how that was the first time I've ever seen Discom-BOB-ulated in real life and how she seemed taller than what I thought from reading her blog.

The rest of the Magic Kingdom is uneventful. It looks exactly the same as it did when I was 5-years-old. I tell Harrison about a few things about the park, but he's being awfully quite. The only thing that shocks me is that the Thunder Mountain ride looked a lot larger when I was a child. We exit the park and are back on the highway. Harrison has to stop a few more times because of severe muscle cramping. I'm starting to feel really bad for him. I can see the frustration in his face and hear it in his voice. It's almost a confusion of "why did this happen to me this time, but not other times?" Just before an aid station I hear someone say, "is that Sylvan? Hey Sylvan!" I turn around and find Jessica and Julie, two sisters that were high school friends and we all played together in high school band (Go Cuda Band!). I knew they were running the race in honor of the mother and raising money for a charity, but I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to hook up with them as I didn't have a phone number. Out of 24,000 runners we just happened to run into each other. Amazing! What's more amazing is I haven't seen them since high school. We stopped after the aid station and had Harrison take a few pictures of us, but then parted ways as we were all running different paces.

Near the halfway point I spotted the Girlfriend and D outside the Grand Floridian resort cheering for us! I waved and yelled to Harrison to let him know they were there. Disney kept them back about 20-unnecessary-feet from the course (a little frustrating if you want to go say hi to a loved one). I felt bad that they were out in the cold, but it really helped knowing they were out there for us. The best news after this point is when I started to regain feeling in my fingers. The sunshine got stronger and helped warm me up as I was in mostly black clothing. The worst news is the longest few miles of the race were ahead of us.

The next 8 or 9 miles pretty much the hardest. Before and after the Animal Kingdom were long stretches of highway. Disney does a great job of trying to keep it interesting considering what they are working with, but when you take away the random cast members and other oddities it's just a bland roadway and a few insanely large parking lots. At one point we run past a waste water treatment plant. Disney tried to create a distraction by having two large hot air balloons right in front of the plant, but that didn't stop the smell of sewage from catching our attention. Somewhere off in the distance I hear another runner singing "Oooooh that smell... can't you smell that smell..." from Lynyrd Skynyrd's "That Smell." At another point I look over at the ditch along side the road. It's full of water. About 3-or 4-feet deep. There's a thin layer of ice frozen over the top of it. I almost trip over the slower runner in front of me as I can't believe what I'm seeing. Never in my life in FLORIDA have I seen any body of water even remotely come close to freezing! We made it through the Animal Kingdom without being eating by any lions. In fact, we did not see one animal. There were a lot of bottlenecks again and right after leaving the park at Mile 18, Harrison experienced the worst cramping yet.

I ponder my options as he stretches on the curb. For the first time I consider leaving him behind and going it alone. He is now cramping in his quads... NO BUENO. I figure that since the problem is obviously cramps we don't need to be worried about injury. If they are cramps they should be able to be stretched, massaged and worked out with time. They are severe enough that he can't push through the cramping without stopping and walking or stretching. The many transitions from running to walking is starting to take its toll on me. At our current pace we should be able to walk faster, which is another problem; for whatever reason I'm now experiencing minor pain in my ankles when I walk, but not run. Our original plan was to take 1 or 2 minute walk breaks every 15-minutes of running, but currently we're taking so many walk breaks because of cramping that I've lost count. I'm feeling really strong. I'm no longer cold and I'm not fatigued at all. Other than the first few miles when I had more clothing on, I haven't even sweated at all. There's 8.2 miles left in this race and I feel like I could run the rest of it without stopping at an easy 9-minute pace. Then I consider that my entire reason for running with Harrison and taking walking breaks is to finish the race without provoking further injury to my Achilles tendon and while my physical endurance can easily finish this race quickly, my Achilles may not hold up. I remember the Girlfriend's words, "run to race another race."

For the first time, I pull out my cell phone from my newly purchased Spi Belt and shoot a text message to Girlfriend saying "@ 18 w/ Harrison. He is having severe leg cramps. I am going to stay with him."

Decision made. Harrison got me into this marathon business 7 or 8 months ago... screw the finish time. That's not the goal anyways of "Plan Whatever!" Through hell or high water we're going to finish this race together!

Miles 18 to 20 seem to be absolute hell for Harrison. Our running pace slows to the point that a speedwalker could pass us and we have to stop time after time to stretch and massage. He turns down the free Biofreeze at a medic tent, but I finally convince him to take some Tylenol at the next medical tent. I tell him that it can't hurt to at least try it and I even pop one of the two pills they hand me as we walk up. Honestly, my feet are starting to ache a little from going from walk to run and back so much. Inside the tent there are about a dozen very healthy and fast looking runners wrapped up in multiple Mylar blankets. Each one of them owns a spaced out expression on their faces. Most of their complexions are ghost white and hypothermic looking. As we walk away I turn to Harrison and say, "dude, it could always be worse," and for the first time of the entire race I get a laugh out of him.

When we arrive at Mile 20 they are playing Van Helen's "Jump" over the loud speakers. Right when the song gets to the "jump" I leap up in the air next to Harrison and yell "jump." I'm feeling really good. This is further than I've ever run on a long run and I'm a little hungry, but for the most part I'm fine. The cold is no longer bothering me. I'm not sweating. I decide to ditch my sweater, eat a banana and take another Gu. Only a 10k to go! Totally cake!

Sometime after Mile 20 Harrison and I come up with a plan; attempt to run for 4 minutes no matter what before walking again. He makes it 7 minutes! Woohoo! We're rebounding from those two terrible miles. We walk a few minutes and attempt to go 7 minutes again. He makes it and now we're at the entrance to MGM (or Hollywood Studios or whatever it is called these days) and guess what? They have candy. Sweet and Sour Gummy Worms to be exact. I grab the biggest handful I can get out of the box and devour them like a starving African (however, for the record I am not even close to feeling like a Kenyan despite all the motivational signs Disney put up). Let me just tell you these were the best damn gummy worm candy I've ever had my entire life!

About halfway through MGM Harrison needs to stop again. I now notice that Harrison can walk faster than I can walk. Walking fast simply hurts. I haven't a clue why, but I'd rather walk slow or run so I let him walk ahead of me. A couple minutes later he turns around from 40 feet ahead and we give each other the nod and start running again. I have no problem catching up, it's just the speed walking that hurts. Next thing I know... poor crowd control on Disney's part... a mob of stroller pushing mothers breaks rank and we almost run right into a freaking stroller! Disney did such a great job of keeping the non-paying spectators on the outside of the parks at a ridiculous safe distance, but I just almost got run over by a stroller pushed by an angry mother that is having her sub-freezing day at Disney World being hampered by a random marathon. Miles 23 through 26.2 are not the places to have crowd control issues.

We make it out of MGM alive and then encounter the boardwalk around a lake and the Yacht Club, Beach Club and Swan & Dolphin Resorts. I love running on boardwalks. They give a little and are easy on the legs. However, I do not love running into a headwind with a wind chill factor in the 20s after I've thrown away all my warm clothes for the last two miles of a marathon! Harrison and I hump our way through it and eventually emerge into the back part of Epcot. They are giving out chocolate. I grab a ton of it again like I'm a starving African and begin stuffing my face. After the race Jessica told me that by the time the reached this spot Disney had run out of chocolate and the only evidence were thousands of Hershey's chocolate wrappers laying on the ground. I think I would have killed myself... or just gone into one of the nearby "countries" and started drinking heavily.

At Mile 25 I heard that family timbre again and just as she had promised, Morgan and Spike were waiting to cheer us on and I was able to stop for a quick picture with the Redhead (who is hardcore for spectating in this freezing madness). I asked if we were the last of the group to come through and they said they haven't seen Melissa (I don't Need Excuses) yet. Upon looking at the times, she must have been right behind us. It's too bad we didn't get to see each other and if I had know she was so close behind I would have stayed to cheer her in like the Daytona Half Marathon.

The finish line is now in site. I spot the Girlfriend and D in the crowd, wave for a picture and then Harrison and I cross the finish line, arms raised high in the air, both at the same time and continue into the chute. I grab a Mylar blanket, which I throw away almost just as fast as getting it (it was super annoying and a pain in the arse to keep wrapped around me with all the wind), and then approach the guy giving out the medals. I have this thing about race medals. I don't like to wear them. I don't know why... I just don't like to wear them. I extend my hand out, but he won't hand it over. Instead he makes me this very Tall surfer-guy-turned-runner bend down so he can place it around my neck. At first, I'm like "what the eff, give me my metal!" But, once I bend down, get the medal and take a look at it I leave it around my neck. For once, I'll wear this medal for a bit.

We pass through the food tent and I grab a bunch of food; basically a little of every thing I see. We cross out into the "Family Reunion Area" and I hear the Girlfriend's voice yelling my name. She runs over to give me a hug and I pick her up off the ground. She hesitates with concern about me picking her up, but then realizes I'm fine and multiple kisses follow. Yup, it was great, I'm not going to lie.

Dees arrives just in time to catch us leaving and since it's windy and we've all had way too much cold for one day we agree on getting the hell out of Dodge. Next destination? Panera Bread, where I eat the hell out of a chicken sandwich, huge chocolate chip cookie and drink a sugary soft drink (I was craving sugar for some reason). Before making the trip back to New Smyrna Beach we hang out for a while at Dees house. I inspect my feet. No blisters and all toenails accounted for and best of all? My Achilles tendon appears to be normal with no swelling!***

Here are a few interesting stats I looked up:

Registered Runners - 24,000
Runners Finished - 16,883 (no word on how many crossed that start line)
Harrison and My chip time - 5:53:35 (I could care less, but I feel we would have been about an hour faster without the cramping)
My Calorie burn according to MapMyRun - 3,010

Food consumed within 24 hours of finishing the Disney Marathon (excluding Panera Bread):
-Two large pizzas from Dominos (night after and lunch the next day)
-1 protein shake
-Chicken Parmesan flat bread sandwich
-Large bag of cashews
-Countless glasses of water
-1 Rockstar energy drink
-Half carton of Orange Juice
-Box of raisins
-Ham, egg and cheese bagel from Bagel World.
-1 Cliff Builder's protein bar
-White wine sauce over Salmon and pasta with peppers, mushrooms & scallions
-Large bag of almonds
-3 girl scout cookies
-5 of my roommate's tater tots stolen directly off his plate
-Several glasses of cranberry juice

And yes... I did finally poop, but not until after countless "silent" farts during the race and a few loud ones and not until well after the race was over THANK GOD! So in the greatest sense of humor I can confidently say I ran the coldest damn Disney Marathon in history while being constipated with a cramping friend while the best friends ever were there to support me, run with me and provide MORE COWBELL all in a SUCCESSFUL effort to finish my first marathon!

Plan Whatever... a SUCCESS.

And on a side note:
I really thought I was unprepared for this race. I wonder if I would have even showed up if I didn't have my wonderful support network of friends? One of my blog readers, who seriously needs to start her own blog already and stop being only a reader, wrote me today with the following as part of her email:
I did the non-traditional race this year and decided to:

A) run no more than 6 miles to prep
B) carb-load with wine in the days before the marathon
C) party hard w/Jello Shots until 12:30 in the morning at a friend's surprise party the night before the marathon
D) party so hard that I forgot to eat a pre-marathon dinner
D) pray to God that I wouldn't die during the run

However, this is a terrible approach and I would never do it again.

I laughed out loud so hard when I read that and I must say that while she has a great since of humor, she did have ligament excuses for not being able to prepare. However, she did finish and it's nice to know that someone else out there was even more unprepared than myself and still managed to have some fun because that's what running is all about! She also called me out on my serious lack of finishing up this recap as a few other have as well. I'm sorry it took me so long and as one of you put it, my legs might be sore, but not my fingers. I've been bombarded with work this week, plus I had company fly in from Puerto Rico for a few days. So here it is... the recap and I hope you enjoyed it! Now I have a lot of reading to catch up on as I haven't had a chance to read any other blogs yet.



*Yes, I ran 27+ freaking miles in 27 freaking degree weather carrying an Olympus Stylus SW freeze proof camera the entire way!
** Disney requires spectators to buy normal park admission tickets if they want to watch from within a park... I think.
*** The day after the marathon I noticed a good amount of swelling in the right ankle, which is the opposite foot from the Achilles tendon injury. It's not painful, but it is significant and I'm treating it with R.I.C.E. I believe whatever is going on here is what was prohibiting me from walking fast toward the later part of the race, probably just from pounding pavement for so dang long. I really feel like it was a 6 hour hike, not a run.

15-Mile Barrier SHATTERED!!!!

If Redhead Running had told me a couple of years ago that one day I would be marathon training at a ridiculous hour (4:30 a.m.) with her for a ludicrous distance (16.5 miles for me, 18 miles for her) I would have laughed her out of the room. I would have told her I'll never run that far. I would have told her that distance running like this is horrible for your body. I would have even bet my bank account against such a crazy prediction. And if I had told her she'd be running like this back in those days she would have raised her beer, laughed ME out of the room and drank!

Those predictions were never made, but Saturday morning at 3:57 a.m. the text message alert on my phone sounded off. It read, "I'm here," and when I opened my front door there stood the Redhead nearly 30-minutes early. Now that's hardcore! Her day started at 2:30 a.m. (when most of our friends are passing out from a long night of partying) to allow time for the hour drive to my house. I wasn't ready yet, but it worked out perfectly because she had a routine of stretching to do before our run. At around 4:15ish, I think, we headed out for our planned run; a 15-mile for me and an 18-mile for her.

All week I've been anxious about this run. Perhaps it's was something about the number 15. I psyched myself up in Thursday's blog post on the number. I hydrated, carb loaded and got plenty of rest on Friday. Now it's Go Time!

We start off with a slow pace to warm up. When I'm by myself I think I might start running faster sooner, but today I want to take it super easy and slow is good. I've got plenty of time until Disney and the last thing I want to do is injure myself. The run it's self is awesome. At mile 5 I'm feeling great! I quickly find the bag of water bottles and energy/electrolyte gels I stashed in the woods the night before and week each down them. It's the faster water stop on a long run I've taken yet. The Redhead told me earlier she wants to keep stops to a minimum as she's only a few weeks from her Chicago Marathon and this is one of her last few long runs. Another mile and we're on the beach. We are so early it's still dark. REALLY DARK. It's a new moon and the stars are amazing. Other than shrimp boats on the horizon and a lone beach patrol officer driving by we are alone for the next five miles. At mile 10 a little detective work is done to find the bag of water and energy gels I buried the day before and marked with a pelican feather. The Redhead finds this amusing. What was really amusing was me the day before in business clothes trying to NOT look suspicious amongst sunbathers while using a shovel to bury the water without being seen. We push on and soon the runner's high silliness kicks in gear. A song pops into the Redhead's mind after an earlier discussion about coconut juice. She starts singing a song from the Lion King:

"I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts
There they are all standing in a row
Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head
Give them a twist a flick of the wrist
That's what the showman said
I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts
Every ball you throw will make me rich
There stands my wife, the idol of me life
Singing roll a bowl a ball a penny a pitch
Roll a bowl a ball a penny a pitch"

I can't help but laugh, smile and think to myself, "appropriate, I am training for the 'Disney' Marathon!"

We had a beach walker snap this shot somewhere around mile 14. Hmmm, either the Redhead is really short or I'm really tall.... or both.

We are now running the 1.5-mile loop on the boardwalk at Smyrna Dunes Park and the first hints of dawn are lighting up the horizon. It's a beautiful sight! We pass three other "serious" guy runners, several fisherman and a few surfers, but that's it and we're back on the beach again tracing our footprints back toward Flagler Avenue. The tide is getting high and the sand is soft so we switch up to pavement a little early and suddenly I realize for me there's only about a mile left to run. The shops are opening along Flagler Avenue. The Coffee House is abuzz with activity. I'm feeling a new sensation. Instead of only leg pain, which set in several miles ago, I'm feeling a loss of energy, a loss of endurance. It's like I have the will to continue running, but every part of my body is resisting in protest. The Redhead claps her hands and yells, "Let's go Sylvan, Let's go!" Now she knows what it feels like to be the motivator and NOT the one that needs end of the run motivating from the "Lazy Runner." I feel her slipping away. It doesn't feel like I'm running any slower, but I am. I struggle to keep pace. Half a mile to go and I catch up with her and proclaim that "I'm back," only to fall behind again. She mentions another blogger she knows, this guy Jamoosh, that counts hot girl's ponytails for motivation. What a great idea? I stare at the Redhead's ponytail. It bounces back and forth with the rhythm of her body. Hot! Normally I'd be in a daze, but right now my extreme fatigue is taking priority. It's like the final few minutes of Bikram Yoga when you could care less if the hottest girl in the world is next to you... all I want to do is finish! Sorry Redhead Running, I love ya, but it's just not working for me right now! At a quarter-mile to go she's a good 50 feet ahead of me and unsure where the stopping point is so I yell out directions. I want to stop, but I'm determined! I dig deep and the most random thought of motivation comes to me. I start singing Pearl Jam's "Alive." When this song was released in the early 1990s I was just a teenager and my father had just passed away. I learned this song on my guitar from beginning to end. It was such an inspiration to me at the time and somehow it's going to get me through this run!

"I, oh, Im still alive
Hey i, oh, Im still alive
Hey i, but, Im still alive
Yeah i, ooh, Im still alive"

Finally, at 2:30:00 we reach the 15-mile mark!!!!

It's located at a friends house where I've left my truck the night before stashed with a cooler stocked full of Gatorade, Cliff Bars, Water and the Redhead's last energy gel. She downs it and heads out for the final 3 miles. I slam a Gatorade and walk around the driveway for a good five minutes before attempting to remember how to drive my truck. I'm looped out of my head right now and it feels great!

So how did I run the 16.5 miles if the story ends here???

An interesting twist of fate all thanks to a sketchy black man in a black truck.

Yup, thank you sketchy black man! Because of you I can say my longest run ever is 16.5 miles instead of just 15!

The plan was for me to drive the truck down to the park where the Redhead would be finishing her 18-miles after one last loop around the boardwalk. I wanted to drive down and be there before she started in on the boardwalk to cheer her on, but she came running up with a look of concern on her face. Apparently, a black man in a black truck drove by her once on the main road, turned around and drove by her two more times and even honked at her before continuing on to the park. We could see the unoccupied black truck in the parking lot. I can tell the Redhead is a little freaked and I would be too if I were a female her size so I decide to run the last 1.5 miles with her around the boardwalk. I feel amazingly better on this last run with no problem finishing. With a quarter mile left I yell out the final distance and the Redhead takes off sprinting with a super strong finish. She is SOOOOO ready for the Chicago Marathon!

Overall it was a milestone run with many "firsts." It was the first time I've set out my clothes the night before a run. It was my first time stashing supplies along the route. It was the first time the Redhead and I have ever run together, let alone being around each other this time of day without being drunk, passed out or hungover. It was the first time I've run that distance in my life. It was the first I've run that early in the morning. It was my first time doing a long run on Saturday (which I might switch instead of Sundays or Mondays). It was the first time I've seen my good old friend the Redhead in more than a 1 year!

All of it rocked!

Favorite Quote of the Run: "Ya'll are going to like live a long time being all healthy and stuff... unlike me," the 7-Eleven clerk said as he took another hit from his cigarette after taking our picture in front of the 7-Eleven sign. You see, The Redhead and I have this history with 7-Eleven, being drunk and in costume. Our friends used to get dressed up in crazy outfits and walk to 7-Eleven after long nights of partying for junk food. It's ironic that years later we find ourselves at 7-eleven using the bathroom at 5 a.m. while on a long run.

At the 7-eleven 3:20 a.m. sometime in 2007

At the 7-Eleven around 5 a.m. 2009

I'd like to send out a BIG THANKS to the Redhead one more time for coming over and running with me. My official time with the extra 1.5-miles added on was right at 2:45:00 (a little slow, but strong) and I doubt I could have done it without my old friend chatting it up, making it seem short, and being silly with me! I've got a long ways to go, but plenty of time to work on that distance and time!

108 Days Until the Disney Marathon!!!!


Final thoughts:
If I ever bring myself to such self torture as taking an ice bath after a long run, somebody slap me!

The Redhead taking her famous ice bath after the run. Wearing a bathing suit bottom, long sleeve shirt and sweat shirt hoodie she listens to Dropkick Murphy's music, head bangs and waits for the ice to melt. You can see the happy picture of her on her blog, but I took this one as she was hunkered down and enduring the "freeze!" Note: She also called me an A*hole for taking this picture at the time.... hahaha... Love ya Morgan!