Hallmark Hikes

Karen and I have hiked, I think, every weekend this year, and many weekends late last year, on the mountain trails nearest to our home. Mostly various trailheads to the Sourdough Trail but other trails in the area like Mud Lake. We call them Hallmark Hikes, because of the snow-covered trees and trail.

Sadly, we aren’t snowshoeing. Not enough snow. The snowfall is dramatically behind schedule. This weekend though finally brought the cold of winter. Odds are, it did for you too. It was about 10° during this hike.

Karen wore the balaclava she got from her sister for Christmas. So stylish.

Nerd Out

I don’t nerd out often enough. I do categorize my tech-oriented blog posts as either geek horror or cyber war, but I also claim this blog in no way reflects the opinions of my employer. This post is an exception as I’m going to share some blog posts I have at my employer’s website; but still, this post on my site expresses my personal views.

https://www.tierpoint.com/blog/ai-threat-detection/

That link above speaks to how AI applies to threat detection. There are certainly credible stories on the fears and cautions around the use of AI, but know that threat actors are using AI, so it’s required to counter their tactics. We keep humans in the loop to ultimately control the outcome.

Still, I get the fears. Never in my career have I seen so much hype on a specific tech. With all the talk on job loss and the Singularity with Artificial Super Intelligence, it feels existential. But also, in my career, indeed my lifetime, I’ve only seen technological progress move in one direction. For better or worse.

2000 years ago, Socrates warned against the perils of writing. Clearly, Socrates liked the sound of his own voice, but he thought writing would impair memory as people began to rely upon recorded versions of text. Writing itself was already fairly ancient as cuneiform and Egyptian writing goes back 3,000 years before Socrates, but Greek writing was only a few hundred years old at the time and Greek culture, especially teaching, was largely oral. Socrates also thought that writing would give people lots of information and “reminders,” but not genuine understanding—so they might sound wise while not truly knowing.  He had additional concerns that all sound very much like today’s warnings against Generative AI. We know this because his student Plato wrote it down.

I see Machine Learning (ML) as absolutely essential to detect patterns with the speed needed to keep up with today’s breathless attacks and simply the explosion of data. And Generative AI is extremely useful in producing efficient analysis and recommendations at the speed needed to effectively respond to attacks.

https://www.tierpoint.com/blog/what-is-cyber-threat-hunting/

This second blog post speaks to threat hunting. Admit it, of all the IT disciplines, cybersecurity has the coolest language. With all the automation in place today detecting indicators of attack, assuming you just read the paragraphs above on AI, you’d be remiss, if not a bit arrogant, to think that some threats didn’t evade your automated detections. This is where a data scientist comes into play. Someone not just skilled at security, but a data analyst who can hypothesize a structured approach to discover the unknown unknowns. Read the blog, it’s nerdy, but more interesting than an off-the-cuff Donald Rumsfeld speech.

And stay safe out there.

Christmas 2025

Christmas began for me as it always does, drinking eggnog from a moose cup. This would be the first time for me to take off two solid weeks of PTO in eight years. After a major product launch, I was looking forward to it.

Meanwhile, Margot was lounging poolside a thousand miles south at her great grandfather’s house in Austin. We’ve been traveling to Austin for Christmas for the entire 36 years we’ve lived in Colorado, but for the one year Brit spent the Christmas of 1991 in the hospital with all the other holiday preemies.

Before any of us got to Austin, Eric, Brit and Margot found themselves sitting on Santa’s lap in our neighborhood. Margot dressed up for the occasion.

Something we will do again is visit the Lady Bird Wildflowers light show. It’s way south in Austin, but easy to get to just off Mopac.

There was no shortage of photo ops at the light show.

Even Karen and I got in some poses.

The photos suggest how warm it was. It would have been the same warm weather had we stayed in Colorado. Strange times.

On Christmas Eve, we attended services at St. John’s Methodist, where Karen and I married 38 years earlier.

Brit and I got in a run along Lady Bird Lake. I got in at least three 8 mile runs during my stay at Liz n Jame’s Casa del Sol in the Bouldin Creek neighborhood. Their house is just a mile from the trail.

Exchanging gifts is a massive event each year on Christmas Day. Everyone got what they wished for and my nephew Liam cuddled with Karen and me on the couch.

We woke up to snow once we returned home.

And I’m continuing my daily runs as part of week two of PTO.

On Racing

My mind won’t let go of what it felt like to be racing in yesterday’s Colder Bolder. It’s been so long since I’ve put myself out there, struggling to keep up while in oxygen debt. This runner behind me was from the wave that started 5 minutes ahead of mine. He wasn’t someone I was caught up in a race with. There were two women I found myself passing back and forth with.

One of them was 55 year old Michele Delman, pictured here in the orange tank top behind me. I was 2 seconds ahead of her at the one mile point, even at two miles as she ran 2 seconds faster than me, and we ran even splits for the final mile but I somehow finished 2 seconds ahead of her – apparently from my kick over the last 100 meters. We probably passed each other 4 or 5 times throughout the race.

Racing was fun and I might train for it more the next time I run a 5K. My legs are as sore this morning as they are after a marathon. No doubt, from wearing zero-drop racing flats that I wasn’t prepared for. The fastest runner my age finished at a 6:30 per mile pace. I could only dream of running that fast. But I am dreaming of running that fast. Maybe next year.

Running in Oxygen Debt is Racing

I ran the Colder Bolder 5K this morning. Start time – 7:35 am. An early run for me. The temps weren’t bad though, around 40°, but with a bit of a breeze at 8 mph. I’ve run these events well below zero in the past, where it’s earned its name.

The rooftops of the buildings on the CU campus are still full of snow. I ran without gloves or a hat but still might have been over-dressed wearing two shirts. I saw runners comfortable in tank tops, others were shivering.

I might have run a few seconds faster than last weekend’s turkey trot in my neighborhood, finishing in 25:37, an 8:15 pace. I felt stronger today, but I warmed up for this run. This course is harder though, not with true hills, but constant slopes, which when racing at altitude, feel like real hills.

I haven’t run this event in 9 years. It’s a super fun atmosphere with breakfast burritos and beer afterward. Assuming you drink beer for breakfast. I was running 5Ks under a 7 minute pace back then. I have to say, last weekend and today is the first time in years I’ve pushed myself to run at my lactate threshold. That’s hard but it feels like true racing. I couldn’t last running a marathon in oxygen debt, but that’s what 5Ks are good for.

My Thanksgiving

I took the entire week off from work for Thanksgiving for some much needed recovery time. Karen and I hiked the Sourdough trail early in the week and had to stop the car on the road to allow some wild turkeys to pass. Imagine that.

It was a bit colder than we expected at 8,000 feet. We could have used mittens.

Not too much snow on the trail though. We expect to get our first real snowfall this coming weekend.

I’ve put most of my focus this week into rebuilding my running routine, getting a 13 miler on Saturday, followed by 15 miles on Sunday, the hike with Karen on Monday and a 20 miler on Tuesday. I haven’t run 20 miles since the Boulder Rez Marathon in August. I ran the same 10 minute pace. I saw this buck in Niwot on my 20 miler.

I ended the week with another turkey, and family. And more running and hiking. Happy Thanksgiving.

Safe and Sound

Coco and Lobo prepped early for Halloween.

Buying Jalapeños for chili the week before. I know. I was there. I’d seen.

Coco decorated the house for the season.

I know that too. I was there for a reason.

Before I could trick or treat, I was pressed into service.

All for a dog that made me quite nervous.

Then I went out for the night with my family.

And I stood in line to collect candy.

I felt like someone, or something, was looking over my shoulder.

Things got scarier as the night got darker and colder.

I nearly fell down a rabbit hole at Jen and Kelly’s but it was fun.

When I found Bluey, we sang like siblings chanting Redrum.

Headed home, I survived the rock show, evading the lead singer’s charms…

And made it back, safe and sound in my Coco’s arms.

Castlewood Canyon

This gem of a state park is just a few miles east of Castle Rock. Possibly the skinniest state park in Colorado, it runs a few miles along Cherry Creek as it flows through the canyon. That’s Pike’s Peak over Todd’s head.

A few steps past the trail head, we spotted a deer. Or it spotted us.

Springs, groundwater seepage, and snow/rain runoff, from Monument Hill, formed the canyon tens of millions of years ago. Cherry Creek looks like a river as it flows through downtown Denver, here it’s a stream.

Arapaho and Cheyenne once lived on the plains in the Cherry Creek water basin. Settlers built a dam for irrigation in 1890. In 1933, a flood destroyed it, submerging downtown Denver for days and leaving these remnants.

You have to see this tree for real, the photo doesn’t do it justice. It’s been twisted like a cork screw by nature around and around and around.

I saw this sign after stumbling on the trail.

After three hours of vigorous hiking on a beautiful fall day, we rehydrated at the Wild Blue Yonder brewpub. Their wings are amazing, and I’m a wing expert. The German IPA was also very tasty. I’m sure there is more than one IPA in Germany, but here they just have one so they call it the German IPA.

Thanks for the hike and showing me a new trail, Todd.

Victoria with Friends

I’ve lost count now how many times that Karen and I have travelled to Victoria. It’s our place. This time though, we met some good friends on their overlapping trip.

Chinatown for dim sum and Fan Tan Alley was of course on our agenda.

We began the trip per our usual routine, staying the first night at The Edgewater Hotel next to the pier where we would board our ferry in the morning. There’s a giant cruise ship over my shoulder in this photo, just outside our room.

While the girls enjoyed high tea, Chris and I focused on locally crafted brews at a nearby pub.

No trip is complete without a visit to the Butchard Gardens. The start of October was too late in the season for the rose garden.

My favorite is always the Japanese Garden, for the seclusive shady spots.

Karen always looks pretty in flowers.

We ended the trip, again on the ferry, back to Seattle. The GOP-led government shutdown delayed our flight home the next day, but we enjoyed every minute of our trip.

September

My mother passed four years ago, at 88 years of age.  That’s a really long run for anyone.  I was reminded of her cooking recently when I was moving some recipe books and a note fell out of her 1990 edition of Southern Living. Not a lot of people know this but she invented lists.

She would have been 71 when she wrote this note. The top note references Karen’s brother getting married. He has two kids now, one in college. She then notes Mother’s Day. She had seven children, no doubt she wanted to be free that day to receive phones calls.

I’m not sure what the next word is but she then lists a reminder to collect her Meals on Wheels schedule for 2004. She formed that charity service with her church Woman’s Guild. Another reminder to pay her estimated taxes and to add bleach to the filter in the attic, which I’d done many times for her. Those reminders were all crossed off as completed.

I couldn’t help but browse through the cookbook. Southern Living was ahead of its time as some editions such as this list the nutritional values, which almost seems antithetical to southern cooking. The recipes in this book stood out to me as being as plain and simple as possible. Here’s a page from September.

I intend to cook this bean recipe and then mix it with a couple cups of rice. I might make a ritual of cooking from a recipe in this book every September.

My mother was born in September. Her husband was born in September. They were married in September and their first child was born in September. Happy birthday, mom.

Senior Pass

Karen said let’s spend the weekend in a cabin on Fall River Road. By weekend, she meant Thursday night through Saturday. I worked on the deck Friday, over the noise of a strong running stream, Fall River which runs through Fall River Valley and empties into the Big Thompson River in Estes Park, like any other Friday.

I found time after work to run the Dear Mountain Trail before dinner. My annual pass to the park expired so I had to buy a new one. Because I’m 62 or older, I qualified for the Senior Pass – a lifetime membership for $80. A lifetime of running these trails. It was a good deal.

First Run After

My first run after last Saturday’s marathon was today, a full week later. That’s been how the last month of running has been for me, lucky to squeeze in some weekenders. Still, I can wake up any given Saturday and churn out a full marathon. I’m happy with that. These pics are from last week’s marathon and a few from today.

Nice view of the Flatirons as I ran across the dam. The first aid station was near this point. Two miles in or so.

The water is on the right side of this photo, to my left as I was running. The Rez was full of small sailboats. With the Front Range as a backdrop, it was pretty scenery.

There was still a decent core of runners to follow along my second time crossing the earthen dam, but not enough for a solid line. There were smalls groups of runners separated by the occasional solitary runner, like me.

The dirt was patted down by the previous night’s rains. Ideal. The mile or so of pavement per loop never got hot.

The photo above is the same view of the Boulder Flatirons from the earlier race photos, but from a few miles further east, along the East Boulder Trail.

Also on today’s 8 miler, the sliver of water you can see over the top of this cairn is the Boulder Reservoir – the site of last Saturday’s marathon. Each of the four loops around the Rez was a little over a 10K.

I felt strong though to the finish last week. I felt my hamstring tighten a little before 20 miles and slowed down for it but I’d taken a couple of SCAPs about two miles earlier and those salts kicked in. I was having to drink the aid station Gatorade the final 10K because I drank up my 500ml bottle of LMNT a lot quicker on this loop.

I ran the slowest miles of the day for the first 3 miles of the final 10K, but got a second wind and finished the final 3 miles strong. Overall, it was a very comfortable run. The right pace and good weather.

Boulder Rez Marathon

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There are worse places to be at 6am than along the shores of the Boulder Rez watching the sunrise. True to Boulder running style, the race announcer called runners to the corral about 5 minutes before the starting gun for the full marathon – four laps around the Rez. Five minutes later, the three-quarters marathon launched – three laps. After another five minutes, the half started – two laps, followed by the 10k – one lap.

I met 50-year-old Keenan Haga, from Louisville, south of Boulder. Just when you think you’re a bad-ass running the Boulder Rez Marathon on what could potentially be one of the hottest days of the year, some kid shows up and says this will be his 83rd marathon so far this year. That he’s going for a Guinness World Record for his age. He finished in 5:39, 6th for his age.

The vibe was cool at the start, with the promise of clouds and pleasant temps. I had no idea how I’d run given my lack of training and the potential for good weather. The morning coolness lasted through the first loop. There was a quarter mile run along Coot Lake where you got to double-back and look at some of the faces of runners close to you. That became more fun on each loop – discovering my people.

I like the vibe of these smaller Boulder marathons around the Rez and the backroads. I parked right next to the finish line and setup my own personal aid station along the course, stocked with ice water, gels, water bottles and an orange – which I ate at the half. How many big race courses can you do that on?

I was prepared each loop for the next to become unbearably hot, but it never did. Despite not putting in the training miles for this, the cooler temps had me running much faster than I expected. It was warm enough that I would finish my fresh 500ml LMNT hydration quicker and quicker with each loop. I had to drink some of the Gatorade Endurance Formula from the aid stations to get through the 3rd loop, and twice as much on the 4th loop. Combined with a few S!CAPs and my legs held up well.

My gear supported me well too. My bucket hat’s broad brim would vent the air into a stronger wind, over my chest and torso, cooling me off. For sure, my legs tightened up on the final few miles, but I had a super good run. I finished in 4:25, a 10:08 pace and won my age group. It was close actually with 2nd place just two minutes behind me and third only five minutes behind him. I won that slate coaster for getting myself out the door this morning.

I Hope I break 5

I thought I’d try to run a marathon in the heat of the summer. What could go wrong? It’s next Saturday and I’m guessing a lot will go wrong. I could count on one hand how many days I’ve run this month. I could probably count on one hand how many miles I’ve trained. This isn’t going to go well.

But I have a plan B. I’ll treat it as a training run. I’ll purposely run slow as if it were an ultra. That’s called lying to oneself. I couldn’t run fast if I tried. But I will need to run slow to survive the heat and avoid a DNF. I’ve never DNF’d a marathon. There’s always a first.

Cool thing about this marathon is it’s four laps around the Boulder Reservoir – hence the name of the race is the Boulder Rez. Most of it will be on dirt roads. And there will only be a few hundred runners. Runners stupid enough, or fit enough, to run a marathon in the heat of August.

I do know the backroads around the Rez well. There are a few hills but no momentum killers. I’m going to keep a cooler, maybe in my car, along the course to store ice and my water bottles. Each loop is a 10K, so I’ll carry a single 500ml water bottle per loop rather than wear a vest. The aid stations will have Gatorade Endurance Formula which doesn’t have enough sodium to keep me from cramping, so I need my own. I could supplement the Gatorade with S!CAPs, but those only have 341 mg sodium and 21 mg potassium, plus I’ve never raced with them before. I’ll try them, but I know I don’t like gatorade so I’ll still carry a running bottle around the course.

I’ll be a little scared toeing up to the starting line, knowing I’m not conditioned for this, but it’ll be an interesting attempt. I bet I can finish if I run slow enough. I’d still like to run under 5 hours, because I’ve never run a marathon over 5 hours before. My slowest is 4:35. I’d be happy if I run close to that time. Too little, too late, but I am having a good weekend training. The pic above is on the East Boulder Trail. Wish me luck.

Margot’s Saturday Adventures

Margot woke up at 7am Saturday, and after a healthy breakfast of yogurt and lil smokies, she announced she was going outside to play.

Margot started out in her playhouse, still dressed in her nightgown.

She quickly made a pivot to her secret garden to fill the mailbox with rose petals.

She found bees trying to build a new nest in her playhouse and instructed me to migrate them to the flowers, which I did.

From the garden, we progressed directly to the playground. There was no time to get dressed.

We did make time for a cold lemonade at Sugar Pine on our walk home and ended the morning making yogurt with her new Lovevery toys. It was a good day.

The Flower Run

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One of my hiking buddies posted a photo this weekend to our group chat of a pretty flower he saw during his hike through an alpine meadow.

Yet another hiking buddy responded, “Post that to Facebook. The girls will think you’re sensitive.”

My first thought was, I don’t think he’s on Facebook. Besides, any girl that actually knows him won’t be fooled.

But I liked his photo. I absolutely love the wild flowers in the mountains and it made me think to take some pics on my 10 mile trail run today.

I even like the simple grasses when they get tall.

Closer to home, the neighbors mix flowers next to their vegetables in the community garden to attract pollinators.

I actually saw these out on the trail but got a better pic from the garden.

The hydrangeas are doing well in Karen’s garden.

The strawberries look ready for the squirrels to lunch on.

The day Lillies are out for the day.

And this rose appears to be surviving the heat.

The Summer Strength Plan

Here are some official race pics from the 2025 Bolder Boulder. The photo above is my favorite because it captures the gray mist of the early morning. Ideal race weather.

With nothing planned until the fall, I’m pivoting my fitness focus from miles to strength training. I’ll continue to run, but I’ll increase my intensity and time on weights. This will be a first for me. Ever.

I’ve started by adding 20 pounds to my squats and 10 pounds to most everything else. I kept my arm curls at the same weight but slowed them down by 3 or 4 times. This is an example of increasing the intensity of my workouts. When my focus was on strengthening for a race, I would go a bit light on things. I wanted to save my strength for my runs. I figure I have two or three months before I need to shift my focus back to miles for an October marathon.

Never having done this before, it’s hard to predict the outcome. My hope is that I’ll build more strength and that strength will lead to speed. Worse case, my legs will be fresh mid summer when it will be time to amp up the mileage. I do believe it makes sense for a runner my age to begin to emphasize strength training over running. It’ll never surpass running for me and I don’t know what a good ratio is. Yet.

Running in the Clouds

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A run like the Bolder Boulder 10K doesn’t just start on Memorial Day on and around 7am. It begins with dinner, and a play, and a spa weekend, Friday night. Don’t judge the sun-damaged skin. Not sure exactly when sunscreen was invented, but I was the last to learn about it.

I hadn’t run the Bolder Boulder in 8 years. That’s a lot of time to let pass by. There are new buildings on the streets and I’m no spring chicken anymore. I found my DC wave and waited for the start.

Worse part of this last week wasn’t that I’d only run a couple of days, it was that I hurt my abdomen. Maybe from moving a washing machine around, hard to say exactly, my Apple Watch and Oura Ring didn’t notify me of any unusual health metrics. They didn’t detect my injury. It hurt like a bad stitch on my left side. Wasn’t 100% confident I’d line up at the start. It hurt.

Karen booked the early part of the weekend at a swanky hotel and we relaxed. We began with dinner at The Rio with good friends and went on to see Carolyn play Rebecca in Our Town at the Dairy Arts Center. Carolyn played a character decades younger and made you believe she was a school girl. In fact, everyone in the play twisted your sense of time and space and left you thinking. Thinking thoughts you haven’t had in a long time. Thinking new thoughts. There is no one on the planet who could go to this play and not feel mentally awoken. Thanks Carolyn, that was a trip.

Make no mistake, Saturday and Sunday were fun, but this is a runner’s blog, so this story is about the 2025 Bolder Boulder. My abdomen hurt less after the 80-minute, CBD, deep tissue massage back at the spa. The weather at the starting line, at 7 in the morning, was typical, cool and wet, but not really raining anymore and just a light wind. Maybe the thick mist was rain. It didn’t feel to be falling, rather, the water droplets just floated in the air. Perfect 10K running weather, like running in the clouds.

Eric and Brit, and Eric’s mom, Julie, all ran in waves after me. I never saw them, but they all had good runs.

I ran about as expected with an 8:35 pace and finished in 53:19.

Just a little 10K

With over 50,000 runners, the Bolder Boulder is not little. But I think, with the ultra and two marathons I’ve already run this year, a 10K is small in comparison. The Memorial Day run will be over just as my legs will be starting to warm up.

The photos are from the last time I ran this in 2017. I finished in 45:29 – a 7:20 pace. My fastest Bolder Boulder was in 1990 in 41:11. A lifetime ago. I’ve run twelve Bolder Boulders to date.

I won’t be running a 7:20 pace this year. And I can’t say how hard I’ll try to run but I’m pretty curious to know if I have any speed. My 9 minute marathon pace would have me finish under 60 minutes. I’ll be happy if I can run close to an 8 minute pace and if I could finish under 50 minutes.

Mother’s Day Run

This was the start of my Sunday run. It might not look it, but the horizon is a half mile-long hill. I take it as my warmup.

Sunday was also Mother’s Day. Margot had a sleep-over with her Coco so that her mother could have the day.

I typically climb that first hill on this path carved out alongside the wider and more pedestrian trail by mountain bikers. My shin got bit by a sotol near the top of the hill.

I ran without a watch today, something I rarely do anymore. It made for such a better running experience. I didn’t feel like I was on the clock when stopping to take photos.

I kept my run short today, as well as Saturday’s run. This weekend was my first running since the Colorado Marathon the previous Sunday. My legs were tired still. If you know the East Boulder Trail, then you know where this bridge crosses Boulder Creek and you know how far I got before I turned around.

I finished a bit parched in the 80° weather. I carried a 500ml water bottle and finished it well before I finished running. Not having more hydration is what determined my distance today. I learned a good running lesson though. Carrying the water bottle is very likely what caused my forearms to nearly cramp in last week’s marathon. I’m going to start training with a bottle in my hand this summer, on the shorter 6 milers that I would not normally wear a vest or carry hydration.

Back to Margot, this weekend seemed mostly about her. Sugar Pine displays their cupcakes on a shelf low enough for toddlers to catch a glimpse of.

Margot said, “look at me, I’m in the flowers.” She then stepped into the flowers.

And Coco got some flowers for Mother’s Day for being such a good mother for the past thirty-plus years.

Colorado Marathon 2025

For my pace and overall time, I ran this year’s Colorado Marathon exactly how I expected, and hoped. Everything else about it was not to plan. It was painful, not nearly as joyful as my Austin Marathon in February. I’ve lost some conditioning since then, not running nearly the miles I did before Bandera and I’ve gained 5 pounds. I broke 4 hours again, a major goal, so I’m happy overall.

The positive me wants to consider this year’s race a win. I ran nearly a half hour faster than last year. I’m getting better with age. Not too shabby, but man, this year’s run was so painful. I ran essentially the same 9 minute pace as my previous 2 marathons, so maybe I shouldn’t over think it, but two things; running that 9 minute pace felt much harder and I failed on my hydration plan. Just when I thought I understood nutrition plans, but knowing and executing are two different things.

I started off my nutrition plan well. I drank my first 500ml bottle of LMNT within the first 10K, but couldn’t down my second bottle before 20K. Might have been 17 miles. I knew I was failing on my hydration plan but I simply couldn’t drink more volume. Could be that I did too well fueling on gels. I tried eating two gels per hour and I got so filled up. In the future, I’ll only consume a single gel per hour. That seems to be my limit. There’s a lot of chatter out there now on consuming 2 or 3 gels per hour, upwards of 100 grams of carbs and more, but that doesn’t work for me.

It got ugly in the end. I cramped at 22.5 miles and vomited at 25 miles. My next event is the Bolder Boulder, a 10K I haven’t run since 2017. I ran that in 45 and a half minutes. I’ll be really happy to finish this year under 50 minutes. Not sure if I can but I’m confident I’ll break 60 minutes. Beating my age is good.

Marathon Prep

I like to post a story before a big race. Predict my time. Push myself by making literal commitments. I can do that now.

I’m running the Colorado Marathon next Sunday. Initially, I thought I’d try to improve upon my recent finishing times, but I’m not feeling it this time around. I definitely want to run around a 9 minute pace for a 4 hour finish time, but I don’t think I even care about finishing under 4 hours. Give or take 10 minutes and I’ll be happy.

I’d qualify for Boston if I ran 10 minutes under 4 hours. And really, to be selected, I’d have to run another 10 minutes or so faster than the qualifying time. I saw myself doing that at the start of the year. Knowing my conditioning now, I don’t see that happening. The downhill lean of this course will help but I haven’t been putting in the miles to run faster than a 9 minute pace.

Training for the Bandera ultra really took its toll on me. I haven’t been training hard since. And I doubt I’ll try to run another ultra this year because of the commitment that is required. I have other things I need to focus on. But May is a big month because I have this marathon next weekend and then the Bolder Boulder at the end of the month. First time to run that since 2017. I don’t like to run it unless I’m reasonably fast and can compete for the top 10 in my age. Not sure I’ll be that competitive this year but it’ll be interesting to run such a short distance and to see what kind of speed I still have, if any.

Margot was supporting both her parents in the photo above at the Royal Gorge Ultra in Canyon City this weekend. I got in my last big training runs before the marathon. I don’t expect to race fast but I’m hoping for a good run.

My Face Tells the Story

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A half mile into my run. Hopeful.

Six miles in, near the turn around. I’d left my water bottle back at where I took the first photo, which added another mile to my run. And a significant hill. But I was here for a workout and only hand-carrying 500ml was already pushing the boundaries. This was a 1000ml run and today was in the warm 50°s. Without hydration, it would be a fairly short run.

After thirteen miles. It was a good run.

Dinner Stories

I saw a massive wild turkey on the trail yesterday. I often see wild turkey on a trail aptly named the Wild Turkey Trail, but this was on the LoBo Trail out my back door and was the first time. I’ve seen foxes and coyotes and deer, but never before had I seen a wild turkey on LoBo. They are just sort of stunning when they are that massive.

It struck me as odd, later in the day, riding in a truck with three other men, when one of them began talking about shooting and eating wild turkey. How only one in three are edible. Why there’s a reason Americans prefer chicken. For me, the conversation was striking because it was so unusual for me to see a wild turkey on the LoBo Trail and here I was talking about wild turkeys yet again in the same day. I mentioned it at dinner with friends later that night, proving that, like airplane crashes, these things happen in threes.

Another conversation at dinner, on running, stayed with me this morning. If you want to engage me in conversation, you probably know running is a safe bet. I can talk about many other subjects, but I don’t bring them up out of fear of boring you to death. I read so much non-fiction, some on business and the economy, I’ve subscribed to the WSJ for 40 years, but mostly on tech.

Lately, on AI. I don’t think I’m alone, they call it the US of AI for a reason, it’s a prevalent news story. My most recent AI fascination is on Elon Musk’s Colossus data center in Memphis – purported to be the largest AI factory in the world. It strikes me as tremendously reckless and moronic that he would not build a second data center for redundancy. His X platform just suffered a significant outage after a day-long DDoS attack. And he thinks he’s going to run the government’s IRS and SSA operations out of a single data center. Everyone thinks the man is a genius. I think he’s a dumbass. Still, such conversations can bore my friends to death. I recall being fascinated by fax machine technology 30 years ago and sharing my excitement with friends. I’ve learned since to keep my tech talk to myself.

Somehow the specific running topic was on running form and when does one start to feel good while running. The conversation went in a couple of directions, but I think running form captures it. Karen shared how stupid some actors look while running in TV shows. She referenced a show we’re watching called Surface, where the lead actress runs with her elbows wildly swinging above her head. We believe the director is trying to show her angst, but nobody runs like that in real life. Clearly, there must be at least one runner on the set who knows this and could contribute to the authenticity of the acting, but that person is probably in a probationary period and doesn’t want to be fired for challenging the genius director.

We talked about how running form doesn’t really change just because your thoughts and emotions change over the course of the run. I responded that it takes me 2 to 3 miles to warm up, and then I don’t think I start to feel fatigue until about 20 miles. Chris said 15 miles. It would of course depend on one’s conditioning.

My fitness app gives me countless stats. My cadence not only averages about 170 steps per minute, but it only varies by a few steps. My ground contact time ranges around 200 milliseconds. My stride length varies from .7m to 1.1 meters. It doesn’t matter what’s playing in my ear buds or how I’m feeling, my form is what it is and my elbows don’t swing above my face just because I’m feeling a little angst.

If I notice any deviation in my form today, you’ll be the first to know.

Running is Joy

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I learned today that I’ve lost some of my conditioning. Or did I? I mean, today’s twelve miles on the East Boulder Trail was exhausting. I ran two hours of the two and a half hour run in heart rate zone 5, actually I was over 160 bpm by mile five – which extends above the zone 5 max, which is to say that I ran the final seven of those miles at or above my lactate threshold. So that makes me feel good. Otherwise, I have to say that I hurt through most of those seven miles.

Pushing my heart that hard should have hurt, so I’m not going to worry about maybe failing out of shape – feeling so poorly on this trail today. I had some good surges though. Sort of like the Austin Marathon where I surged on everything that even slightly looked like a down-slope. Today, I’d fall into a fast rhythm whenever the crushed rock turned into recently thawed mud underneath a bed of dead plants with the appearance of straw. A dream trail. The tactic kept me running in a fairly tight minute per mile range for the marathon, but both then and today, my pace felt a bit more erratic than the per mile metrics suggest.

Wondering about my ability to push my lactate threshold is what I mostly thought about on today’s run over the East Boulder Trail hills. The one other thing was the epiphany when I realized how fortunate I am to know what gives me joy in life and to be able to enjoy it. I know that running gives me joy. I’m grateful to know that and to be able to run.

When I got home, I looked at the WhatsApp photos of Margot in her first Ballet class. More joy.