It’s been a short but sweet racing season with a little symmetry to it, as I ran my first and last races in Moab. Last week I completed The Other Half, the sister race to the Canyonlands Half Marathon.

This was an interesting race, primarily because I had not run more than a few miles over the last 3 weeks. My shin issue, which was later diagnosed as Tenosynovitis (inflammation of the tendon sheath), kept me confined to the elliptical for the preceding weeks. Although nothing is as good as running, my 60-90 minute sweat sessions in the gym kept me fit. However, I didn’t appreciate this out until around Mile 8 of the race, as I was quite nervous before the race and during the early miles that I would just utterly bomb, or that my shin would flare up and make me drop out.
But the outcome was quite good: a time of 1:14:02 and 1st place overall. Can’t complain, especially given the circumstances. I knew my initial goal of sub-1:12 was out the window, so I went out at 5:40-pace the first couple miles, and pretty much held that effort the entire way. You can read my full race report with gory details here.
And I loved the course. The first six miles feature small rolling hills in a redrock canyon along the Colorado River. This stretch is pretty fast. But then the canyon opens up to Castle Valley, and displays amazing views of the LaSal Mountains in the background and large sandstone monoliths in the foreground. Very inspiring. However, the terrain also changes from here to the finish to large rolling hills, and the course gets considerably harder during the second half.
Fortunately, every uphill had downhill on the other side, and I actually thought the more challenging second half of the race was as fun as it was beautiful. The race finishes on a nice downhill into Sorrel River Ranch, a resort spa nestled along the Colorado River. The race had a lot of “frills” (which I don’t care much about), but it was also well-managed: the expo was easy, they started the race on time, and it was a closed course. The jacket, pint glass, finishers’ medal, and beer garden were just gravy, but a nice touch I suppose. But really, the course and the scenery were the stars of the show. I may be back next year, hopefully in better health, to try to get my 1:12:00.
Little Seth proudly wearing daddy’s finishers’ medal
But that’s it for me for 2008. Despite being injured to laid up with with an A.S. flare for most of the year, I did manage to squeeze in 5 races, most of which were pretty good considering my fitness. What’s next? Well, my shin has greatly improved since the race, and I’m starting to run again. If things go well, I’d like to build a big base throughout the rest of the fall, all winter, and into the spring. If I’m going to do another marathon, I’d like to do things right! Reading “Once a Runner” and “Return to Carthage” has inspired me to be patient, as the main character Cassidy was patient. Staying cool and calm, building a big base over a period of many months, will make my next marathon a great one. No sense in jumping the gun.
Right now I’m about 75% sure I’m going to sign up for the Indy Mini Marathon. My next big race will be the Indy Mini Marathon. Registration is in, so now it’s a matter of good training and praying to stay healthy. The Mini is a flat, fast half marathon course near sea level, plus I will be in town that weekend to visit my family, so it would be a shame not to go for a PR. Beyond that, if things are firing on all cylinders I would like to find a good marathon in late May, and perhaps make a run for the Trials.
With having ankylosing spondylitis, it is so hard to plan far ahead into the future. As a “normal”runner, it is hard to stay healthy as it is, but A.S. greatly increases my chance of tendon injuries, not to mention the background back and neck pain. Yet, dreaming and planning is something that makes me love running and love life. I don’t think I can give that up. So while I eagerly make plans and scope out potential races with one half of my mind, the other side duels with it and tries to prevent me from too much disappointment and letdown. It’s a hard transition, but I don’t think I will ever truly give up dreaming.

