Tuesday, June 20, 2017

You never know what to expect when there's pixie dust in the air.

I've had strange race weekends but this went above and beyond, into the realm of Neverland itself.

I had not intended to run any of the races during the Tinker Bell Half Marathon weekend, I was going to house sit for my sister and brother in-law while they enjoyed the Disney weekend (and races).  Plans changed, as they are want to do, and my brother in-law ended up having to work the entire weekend.  They decided that Charlene would still go as they had a lot of money already spent on the weekend plans, non-refundable money.  Sis originally thought to go alone, she's a seasoned traveler, but they shared a single car which he'd need for work.  They hit on the idea of asking me to travel with her to Anaheim in my car, they'd cover my room and board for the weekend, and things would work out as well as possible (all things considered).  I was happy to go and be her cheer squad, plus I could do my training runs through the Anaheim neighborhoods (I love running there).

I then stumbled upon the information that a 10k race had been added to the Tinker Bell weekend, one open to male competition as well as women (the half marathon is only competitive for women), plus the race coordinators had created a special event challenge for people who wanted to run the 10k and half marathon on back-to-back days.  I really enjoy the dual race challenges, and I knew I could be strongly competitive for a 10k overall top 3 placing, possibly even 1st place.  As for the half marathon (even though it wasn't open to men for competition) it was still a good race to run for personal time and pride, so I bit the bullet and spent $342 for the challenge.  It was an unexpected new adventure for us but we knew it would be "interesting".  We had no idea.

Our first indications that the pixie dust was already in the air around us started weeks before the race and increased in “oddness” as the event weekend got closer.  We had unwanted people from our past try to weasel their ways back into our lives, as if “leave me alone” didn’t actually apply to them.  Charlene’s health continued it’s rollercoaster ride of ups and downs, leaving her in serious doubt as to whether she could even compete the 5k and 99% confident that the half marathon was out of the question.  Charlene’s pup Jack got spooked during a walk and somehow managed to back and wriggle his way out of a body harness and then flee in panic.  Fortunately he was caught and calmed in short order but it took hours for my sister’s heart and stomach to resume their normal places inside of her.  
One of the more frustrating and odd problems to come up for my sister at the last minute was the need to completely redesign her Disney themed costume to run in during her 5k race (Disney races are very popular to run in costume due to the rich field of characters and stories).  Her original costume idea/plan had to be scrapped because her tailor person repeatedly failed to get the body of the outfit right, despite her many and often discussions with him as to what it was and how it should look.  It wasn’t at all difficult for someone of his skill set, he just kept going against her requests and design in seemingly random ways but promised to get it right in time before the race.  She finally had to decline his services all together and create her own “quicky” costume made of bits and pieces from previous costumes and stuff from her closets.
On my side things weren’t really any better, as far as strange things went.  On a particularly windy night (just days before the drive to Disney) I’d stopped at a grocery store after work to pick up a few things.  I made a quick trip in and out again and had just loaded the bags into the backseat of my car (on the passenger side) when I heard a rushing sound and then a loud crash.  The wind had blown a shopping cart from where a lazy shopper had left it out in the open, between my car and the one next to me and smashed my driver's side rearview mirror.  The cart didn’t touch either car, except to destroy my mirror, even after it rebounded off the curb we were parked against.  I cursed and spluttered of course, as one would expect, but I thought I might be able to replace it quickly since it was still early in the day since my car's dealership and a major auto parts store were nearby.  Of course the dealership parts desk closed early, and the auto parts store would have to order a new mirror assemble from out of state which wouldn’t arrive until well after the race weekend.  At that point I wanted to either set fire to my car, roast marshmallows over it’s smoldering husk, and chuckle with more evil burgeoning thoughts or to just go home and hope the night ended quickly.  I chose to go home and tried to relearn how to change lanes safely without the driver side mirror before reaching the first traffic light.  To top off that bit of excitement, that same night just as I was climbing the stairs to go to bed for the night, I heard a strange and loud clanking noise from the second floor.  It sounded much like a cookie sheet twisting/popping in a hot oven but I couldn’t think of what would make such an odd noise.  I went back downstairs to check the oven, to ensure it was off, and I looked all around both floors to try and spot anything unusual.  I found nothing broken or damaged, nothing out of the ordinary to explain the loud noise.  When I stopped in the bathroom next to my room I found something strange indeed, the large wall mirror above the sink had inexplicably broken free of the wall and dropped onto the backsplash.  It was leaning casually against the medicine cabinet, just slightly askew, with the air of a particularly clever Easter egg that a child finally found in May.  All I could do was laugh, and then add Liquid Nails to the list of things to get ASAP (right next to a new car mirror).

Thankfully the drive to Anaheim was nice and normal, most importantly it was safe (thanks to my sister and I shopping all over Vegas to find a new mirror).
Normal didn’t last beyond the Expo/packet pick up at Disneyland though.  runDisney violated their own corral placement rules for the 10k and put me in line based upon my date of registration as opposed to the stated proof-of-time based method.  We tried to get my placement updated/upgraded to the position I’d earned but they were adamant about staying with the unadvertised “first come, first served” mentality they’d inexplicably adopted for this particular race.  Things went downhill from there:  During the afternoon, Charlene was enjoying some park time and tried to use a Disney gift card I’d given them before 2016 ended and the pesky thing didn’t work.  Neither of us had the original sales receipt with us so the cashier couldn’t verify the card should have been operational.  On top of that, their own computer system was acting up so the cashier said it might still be good but Charlene would have to try it again later.  Then, later that afternoon, My brother in-law sent sis a text message  telling her that their new pretty car had been hit in the parking lot at his work place.  He’d been able to get the driver’s insurance information but the damage had been done and they’d have to deal with it in the near future.  Just to ensure the day was plenty weird, my sister received another unexpected text that evening but this was good news:  She had received a lot of positive feedback at work and received a promotion of sorts and a gift of appreciation.  She and her friend spent the rest of the evening in Disney watching their nightly parade and having a generally good time.  At least the day ended on a high.

The first day of races (the 5k on Friday) was pretty frustrating for Charlene, essentially from the moment she woke up to when she lay back down to call it a night.  It started with runDisney pulling another fast one on the racers arriving at their assigned starting spot:  they decided to ignore the corral placement rules again and lined up their runners first come first placed, instead of the assignment printed on the race bibs.  Then once the runners got started on the 5k course, they found out that the normally highly popular Disney characters typically placed throughout the race course (for pictures, selfie style and official photo pass style) had been reduced to only one instance and that one was set away from the runners so they could not take pictures together (many runners attend the races specifically for those Disney character picture opportunities).  Later that morning, after she’d returned to the hotel to freshened up a bit, she went back to the park to meet friends and to spend some quality alone time with her buddy Walt (get it?).  A little over an hour after leaving I received a text from her saying she had forgotten her bank card.  She’d attempted to rent a locker near the Disneyland park entrance and discovered the absent card, after having to wait for an hour in line just to get past the first security check area that screens everyone before they can even reach Downtown Disney on race days (they were moving crazy slow for some reason, slower than what is normal for Disneyland staff).  She told me exactly where to find the card, which I did, and asked me to bring it to her after she met with her friends.  I also discovered that she’d forgotten to put the protective case back on her phone after the morning’s race and brought that as well.  Her lunch plans took an odd turn too: She’d hoped to try a new special item in the park but the place serving it ran out just before she got there.  She waited through another delay while more of product was brought from a different section of the park and the meal only turned out “ok”.  It wasn’t even good or special enough to have a second time during a future visit, or to recommend to her health conscious brother.  Charlene was still able to get in a few rides and a couple hours of quality park time but things took a frustrating turn again when she went through a longer and more arduous task of getting a “special” dessert/treat in the park called “The Grey stuff”.  Yet another food disappointment, not worth her time nor effort even if she’d gotten it on the first try at half price (which of course she didn’t, it took 4 tries and full price of course).  She also tried the gift card again, as recommended the day before, and it failed of course.  It did however make a satisfying frisby as it went spinning into the nearest trash can.  The day was annoying enough that she called it quits at only 4pm, there just was no salvaging the mood.  

Day two of the races (the 10k on Saturday) and park time was a mixed bag of good and unfortunate:  As predicted I completely outran my corral placing despite having to weave through hundreds of participants.  I even ran fast enough to get a better time than the guy who was the 3rd male to cross the finish line (by comparing my chip time to his).  Charlene and I were both very angry and disappointed about the posted results but the race staff didn’t care, they even tried to avoid her when she voiced her complaints to the staff members stationed at the information/solutions table.  We also found out that the character photo opportunities were still significantly less than is normal at their other events (though more were available than the measly one-limited access during the 5k).  We were given platitudes when we cornered one race staff member about the race results, assuring us my results would be fairly treated, but both of us knew nothing was going to change no matter what we said.  Later, while I was winding down at the hotel, Charlene went back to the park to spend some time with friends again and to meet others for a lunch date.  That went over well enough until the lunch date invited still more friends along and they happened to include a person sis didn’t get along with at all.  Still, she enjoyed her friend’s company if not all of the other peoples'.
The biggest race related insult/shock came around mid afternoon when my race results completely vanished online.  I made a special return trip to the race expo area (minutes before they closed) to plead my case with the race coordinator and the timing experts; it seems that they couldn’t believe I’d actually run the race so fast from the crappy starting position they stuck me with.  They were able to verify my having run the race by using official race videos, and by my showing them proof of prior race performance at one of their own events in Disneyland less than 6 monthly previously.  They were happy to correct my finish status and results though they still wouldn’t correct the overall men's standings.
Later that night (just to make sure neither of us let our guards down) Charlene’s new teeth aligners mysteriously vanished.  She’d noticed them missing while packing her travel luggage in preparation for the drive home after the half marathon the next morning.  I helped her tear apart the room and mentally retrace her steps and actions from the last time she’d known she had them, but we couldn’t find them anywhere they might likely (or even unlikely) have been.  We ended up finding the aligners shut inside her laptop, stuck between the screen and keyboard.  At least we ended our night on a good hearty laugh.

The 3rd race day (the half marathon on Sunday) was perhaps the strangest day of the weekend as far as running went (both good and bad) and the strangest travel day by far (also in both good and bad ways).  Charlene and I both performed surprisingly well during the half marathon, finishing far faster than we could have possibly hoped for.  Though the men’s division of the race wasn’t “competitive” and started at a disadvantage compared to the women’s racers, I was able to finish as the 3rd overall male (good for nothing but personal pride).  Charlene ran a seriously fast race compared to what she felt she could accomplish in the weeks and months leading up to it.  Unfortunately it was also extremely painful and taxing for her, bad enough she was wheezing at the finish and literally crying by the time she was able to find me in the “family reunion” area.  Friends and acquaintances kept popping up wanting to chitchat as she/we tried to recover from the race and get ready for the walk back to the hotel.  It’s usually nice to find out how friends performed at the race but when you’re hurting you just want to get “home”.  I think we were polite but my concern was for Sis, not their feelings.  Those could be smoothed later if necessary, health had to be the priority.
We took a little extra time leaving the hotel so both of us could quickly clean up and Charlene could take a few minutes to settle her breathing and body back down.  We were both very hungry by the time we hit the road but decided to first get out of Anaheim and back onto Interstate 15 before we stopping again.  We wanted to be truly heading home just as much as we wanted to eat.  Charlene and I both wanted to stop at a very nice Red Robin restaurant in Victorville, CA that we favored and have visited multiple times when driving back to Vegas.  We programmed the GPS unit to take us there and settled into the rhythm of the road. Somehow, during our conversations and exclamations of surprise at how well both of us performed during the half marathon (despite our physical limitations and all of the recent oddities) we not only missed the entire town of Victorville but the GPS took us to a Red Robin that no longer existed.  Both of us had our hearts set on our favorite foods at the restaurant chain so we decided to continue onward to the next town, sure it was Victorville:  Nope, and it’s Red Robin was so far off the Interstate that we gave in to frustration and decided to press on to Barstow.  We would just eat at whatever random establishment that seemed palatable.  We (really I) chose the Barstow IHOP,  I’d eaten there many times in the past and knew it to be inoffensive (generally speaking).  IHOP also has a decent variety on their menu so we had some confidence in finding something.  Though both of our hearts weren’t into the options available there I think we had a decent meal, I even discovered a sandwich there (the Turkey Club) that I really enjoyed.  It could well be a newly favored sandwich of mine after I ask the cooks to make a few minor tweeks to how it's prepared.  Charlene wasn’t fortunate enough to land a new special meal but she did have a satisfying lunch that made her body happy on the ride home.  When we finally had the Vegas skyline in our sight we both gave a cautious sigh of relief:  We’d made it home (mostly) in one piece, and the wacky stuff could finally come to an end (we hoped).

The next few days after the race weekend were rough on Charlene but she did end up feeling stronger rather quickly.  She and I both felt physically stronger before too long after the hard running, we felt released from the tension of all the weirdness (though I did send runDisney an email of complaint about the 10k and how it turned out, as was my right as a paying customer), and we were both happy to be through with any “major” race related traveling for almost all of the coming summer.

And then, Wednesday happened:

Shortly after lunch time, Wednesday afternoon, the building I work in was evacuated and closed to reentry by the company fire department.  Someone in a management position, though not my manager or his boss, decided that a 20 year old grounding problem at my building should be reclassified to an emergency situation (though nothing changed except this person’s opinion) and we were ushered out of the building as if it had been on fire.  No announcement was made ahead of time, to give us an opportunity to make an organized exit; no I was literally rushed out of the bathroom by a firefighter in full gear (minus the facemask) and ordered to the safe area/evacuation assembly area.  We were then informed that not only were we not allowed back into the building any time that day but it could be days, even weeks, before it would be opened again.  That took me from annoyed to nearly frantic:  All of my personal stuff was still on my desk (including my wallet, car keys, and house keys), I’d be SOL beyond reason if I couldn’t get back in there.  Of course, most of the other office workers had their personal things with them since they were at their desks when the evacuation orders came down, but those of us not at our desks weren’t so lucky.  That also left our field technicians in a bad way since their personal stuff not required on the job was at their desk too (fortunately for them they had their keys and wallets with them out of necessity).  Adding to the comedy of errors, the people in the office didn’t pull the fire/evacuation alarm to warn everyone to get out of the building when they received the phone call (which is standard procedure and is even practiced annually).  They instead made a quiet search in the office area and assumed anyone not at their desk was out of the building, and then left (with all of their personal stuff naturally).  Even the firefighters failed to thoroughly check the entire building, they missed an entire half of the office areas and left 3 employees inside for a good 10 minutes even after ushering me out. Those unfortunate 3 had only come out later to find out what was going on, one of them had heard someone’s 2-way radio in the hallway.  Of course they too left all of their personal stuff behind due to ignorance of the situation.  Naturally the firefighters wouldn’t allow them back into the building, despite being embarrassed by missing them in the first place.  We found out, while standing around outside, that a routine level maintenance package was already in progress to fix our building’s grounding issue.  The building would still have been closed (at a later date) but we’d have been assigned to new offices somewhere else, in an orderly fashion, and our  work lives would have gone on smoothly.  This fiasco not only blocked us from our stuff but it locked us away from quite a bit of our primary job tools and equipment (equipment required to maintain the communication equipment for the entire company and complex).  All because some idiot pushed the panic button rather than allow an existing process take care of the situation.  The office workers (including myself) were eventually sent over to a nearby building to wait for further information.  After 3 hours of waiting and arguing it was decided that the firefighters would be allowed back into the building, with a qualified electrical worker accompanying them, to pick up people’s personal effects and what work related equipment that could be retrieved.  That’s when we found out that one of our coworkers again went against procedure during the evacuation and closed all of the doors behind them, some of which were locked with the keys still inside the office (and of course mine was one of those).  Now, I was doubly messed over and left wondering what to do.  My boss wanted to take the stupid door off, as did I since I never close it anyway, but the building manager didn’t want to go that route.  He called in the company locksmith to go into the building with the firefighter and the electrical specialist to open the door and retrieve my pitiful lunch box (that I hoped still contained all of my stuff). My supervisor brought my personal gear to the new temporary digs for which I thanked him profusely.  I then promptly joined over half of my coworkers in taking the next day off and making a long weekend of it.  I think our boss and every boss involved was happy to get us out of their hair for 4 days while they “discussed” the day’s events and what to do with the future.  In the end, we’re still in the temporary office weeks later, the power has been turned off to our regular building, and we’re actually allowed to go in and out of it as we please to retrieve necessary job related stuff.  
The best part is that the pixy dust curse seems to have worn off over the long weekend after my office broke.  

Life returned to it’s normal crazy for the family and I so we can start working on summer plans again.

Or so we thought...

Thursday, May 26, 2016

2016 Carlsbad 5000 Race Weekend: Inaugural Adults Competitive One-mile and 20k All Day

2016 Carlsbad 5000 Race Weekend 

I had wanted to run in the Carlsbad 5000 for a couple years, after first hearing about it from friends and my sister, but never truly tried to make it happen.  I mistakenly believed that because the race was a world class competitive event a runner could only participate through invitation or qualification (i.e. The Boston Marathon), and I just wasn’t fast enough.  Of course I was way off the mark and I didn’t take the time to look into it:  Everyone who can run a 5k is welcome to participate (within the CGI rules and local laws).  They even have a variety of shorter races for children who are either too young to safely run a 5k or cannot yet complete that distance and they offer a multi-racing challenge in the All Day 20k for the adventurous runner (repeat the 5k with each of the four non-elite age groupings).  We’re all welcome.

This year (2016) the race owners added a new Adult One-mile race for those of us wishing to challenge ourselves at that level, it was originally the primary race distance for youths between 7 and 12 years old.  I was (and still am) very happy they added the Adult One-mile race, it cemented my determination to participate this year.  I had intended to wait until feeling fully recovered from hip surgery and to rebuild faith in my ability to run at a competitive level again but I just couldn’t pass up on the chance for a timed One-mile race.  I’d spent all of 2014 training hard to achieve a sub 3-hour marathon using the Hanson’s Marathon Method training plan, that training put me through weekly speed and endurance runs which naturally helped me become faster (especially for the shorter races).  As the weeks and months progressed I found myself dipping to and below a 6 minute per mile pace rather often.  Eventually I managed a personal One-mile best during a training run that was very exciting and made me want more.  Thereafter I wanted to run an “Official” One-mile race, something professionally timed that I could call my “Personal Record”.  It is very difficult to find a timed, competitive, One-mile race unless you are an Olympic or a track athlete for a school:  Commercial One-mile events are typically dubbed “fun” runs and aren’t measured or timed.  When this official and timed One-mile race was announced I truly felt that, because of the history and reputation of the Carlsbad 5000 races, runners from all over would show up to compete and their efforts would help me push beyond imagined boundaries to achieve my very best.  I was not disappointed and best of all, I learned things to help me be a better runner in the future.

We (my sister and I) signed up for the new One-mile race and the All Day 20k, to experience as much as possible over the full race weekend.  We chose the 20k instead of our individually categorized 5ks because it would allow us to run our age group 5k races as best we could plus run at least one of the 5k races together, and then we would could run the last one or two (depending on how things worked out in the first two) at a comfortable pace to soak up the special race atmosphere of the remaining group(s) pushing themselves to their max.  At least, that was the plan. 

 My sister (Charlene) and I made the trip from Vegas to Oceanside, CA on the Friday before the races, so we’d have a chance to relax and settle down after the 5+ hour drive.  We could have decided to make the drive on Saturday morning, as the adults One-mile race wasn’t scheduled to start until 9:26 am, but getting a good night’s rest before a race of any distance is always preferable.  Getting a “good night’s rest” turned out to be a little difficult, the hotel was well stocked with Ragnar teams and triathletes with their loved ones:  I wasn’t able to get to sleep until sometime around 11 pm but thankfully the race’s start time allowed us to sleep in more than is typical on race days.  All the activity around the hotel did add an interesting vibe to the atmosphere; triathletes checking over their bikes and gear, relay teams sharing comradery and teasing competitors, and of course we runners excited for Carlsbad.

Saturday morning started off rather chilly, despite the sun being up and shining brightly, when we left for the race (around 7 am) so we wore over-clothes for the trip to Carlsbad Village, attending packet pick (for both race days), and to wander around the outdoor expo.  Charlene and I arrived at the expo grounds before the crowds did so we stopped at the Glukos Energy booth for me to pick up some fuel for my marathon training and so we could take advantage of the opportunity to get in a quick Periscope video with one of the Glukos team members.  Please feel free to watch it here: 

We began our warmup exercises soon after leaving the expo and then dropping everything (including our extra clothing and race packets) off at the car.  We used some of the blocked off streets near the start line to stretch and run on, they made perfect traffic-free safe zones.  The streets kept us close enough to look in on the kids’ events now and then, to enjoy their excitement and cheer on their efforts.  We also got our first sight of the special race planning that the Village of Carlsbad requires; the necessary inclusion of the local commuter trains that cross through the town and the event courses.  The race officials and runners took the short delays in stride, it was all just another part of the experience.  Come to find out, what seemed to be unusual start times for the races were actually the inclusion of the train schedule with our own.  In so many ways the Carlsbad 5000 race weekend felt as if it were a part of the village, not just a visiting guest.

Surprisingly enough I didn’t have any nervousness or “butterflies” as we toed the One-mile start line, partly because I had no self-imposed pressure to try winning the race (I anticipated there would be plenty of 4-minute mile racers there).  I also truly felt ready to put all of my effort into that single mile, a 5-minute burst of power and running form.  I can still remember a lot of the things that went through my head during the race despite it being so quick; seeing other runners in my peripheral vision and those ahead of me; mentally noting how interesting the village looked despite my limited view.  My strongest memory (beyond the effort) is of seeing the finish line as we rounded the final corner:  It was an inviting, clear view from the top of a mild slope straight toward to the awaiting finish line (roughly 1/10th of a mile from the turn).  I leaned into the gentle downhill, hoping I had some kick left, and gave it all I had as the clock ticked towards 5 and ½ minutes (my official finish time was 5:28).  I think one of the coolest things about this One-mile race was the high energy and big smiles of the finish line volunteers, our announcer, and the cheering spectators.  This was a big deal to them too, a highly competitive and exciting race that they could see us giving everything we had.  I never once got the feeling from anyone that this was “just a one mile run” and therefore unimportant; everyone there was fully engaged and seemed excited.

After Charlene and I had a chance to cool down from the hard run and stretch (I also put in a couple more training miles) we visited a few local shops that I had noticed.  First we went into a cool looking place called Warm Waters Surf Shop; I wanted a better look at some interesting Star Wars clothing they had (a gift for my brother in-law).  We then went into the Carlsbad Chocolate Bar next door to get sis a latte, and to see if it was as interesting as a chocolate bar should be.  We finished walking along the row of buildings and ended up stopping in the Viz Art Ink Gallery; the window display caught our attention as we both really enjoy hand-crafted art.  The only things we bought were a pair of socks and a latte but sis and I both felt it was time well spent, learning a little of Carlsbad.  I can easily say that I would be very interested in exploring Carlsbad Village in and of itself, the feel and look of what little we saw sparked my imagination (to me that is very important).

Charlene and I continued our mini-adventure of exploring new places by wandering around a little of Oceanside a little after returning from the One-mile race:  We found a pretty cool “mom & pop” type store near the hotel that specialized in antiques and vintage knickknacks but not really much more in that area.  Perhaps the two most interesting things that night were seeing some skydivers landing in a nearby lot and a wedding being held in a conference room that shared our hotel’s building.  Neither was exciting enough to keep us up through the night, thankfully.  heh 

I didn’t have the calm start to race day as the day before, when the alarm woke me on Sunday morning, my excitement levels started to climb quickly.  I was eager to test myself on the Master's Men 5k specifically, almost as much as I had wanted to push myself the day before during the One-mile race.  During my training for the coming Rock 'n' Roll San Diego Marathon (in June) I found that my pre-surgery speed was starting to return, much quicker than anticipated.  My endurance wasn’t coming back so quickly but the shorter distances (5 and 10k) were within my range of capability.  This race was my chance to feel like I was firmly on the road to recovery, being that much closer to where I had been such a short time ago (relatively speaking).  My injury and subsequent surgery had prevented me from establishing new personal bests in the 5k and Half Marathon distances while I was at my peak after the 2015 Rock 'n' Roll Arizona Marathon and I'm ashamed to admit that I kept thinking and referring to that peak as my "Glory Days" (as if I were a retired pro-sport star).  With some of my speed and capabilities returning I truly hoped to best my 2014 times and shut that lamenting thought/attitude down.

Sunday morning weather was almost night and day different from the previous morning; where Saturday had started off very bright but quite chilly, Sunday was overcast and warm.  It was also more humid than the day before but thankfully not so much that it made either Charlene or I worry about our race effort levels.  The short trip to Carlsbad and super easy access to parking helped keep us both as “relaxed” as could be expected before an event like this:  One way to make sure your big race starts out on the best foot (pun intended) is to get the VIP package when available, especially the VIP parking.  This special parking was a huge boon to us especially considering there were more than 7000 participants expected that morning (race day parking can be a massive headache especially for such popular events), even with ride sharing that’s a lot of cars.  We also knew ahead of time that post race care was already taken care of by getting the VIP package: for me specifically that VIP access was important because this 20k would be a big challenge during my recovery.  Sis and I met up with a mutual friend of ours, Joe, after we parked to give him a VIP wristband and hang out with him for the races, he too was running the All Day 20k.  Charlene and I walked through the outdoor expo again to see if it had any additional booths/tents as compared to what we saw on Saturday while Joe took care of his packet pick up and received his official race shirt.  I pointed out, and kept a mental note of, where the engraving tent was located.  I wanted to get my official One-mile PR engraved on the medal from Saturday, and if I were able to PR on the 5k then I would get it done as well.  The three of us then walked over to the PAON restaurant (the VIP hosts and lounge) to see if we could go in.  We were too early at that point, to get access, but it was a very nice looking place with a real comfortable Bistro quality to it (in my opinion).  We chatted with the person posted at the front gate for a few minutes, she was even nice enough to take a picture of us with the sign so we could share it and the location.

After that it was time for us to find the All Day 20k Lounge to drop off our race gear bags and then start pre-race warmup.  The All Day 20k Lounge was a great little haven for those of us participating in the challenge, perfectly set up to support us over the course of four consecutive 5k races; restricted access to only 20k participants; our own gear check which we could access as often as we needed; our own food and drinks; a lot of chairs and tables to rest at; and most importantly, we had our own porta potties.  It was almost a VIP lounge unto itself, a little more basecamp than true lounge, but no less wonderful for us.  Heh

My excitement quickly approached the “butterfly” level when the race announcer called for the runners to approach the start line of the first race, the Master’s Men 5k:  I was completely surrounded by runners from all over the world who were mostly my peers in age and capabilities, with a few exceptions (both plus and minus in either direction of both).  Our start had to be unexpectedly delayed by a few minutes due to the scheduled trains being late to cross our route but that turned out to be a little bit of a relief.  The extra few minutes gave me a chance to do a few more strides and other quick warmup runs to keep ready (and dispel some of the nervous energy I felt building).  By the time the start gun sent us on our way I was completely focused and in the moment.  I really enjoyed how the 5k course was laid out; though it had two 90 degree left turns and two U-turns it was very fast on the straight always and overall easy to run.  I had no problems controlling my pace and giving the race everything I had (the cloudy and cooling weather helped too).  The final turn (the second 90 degree left) was a real special moment for us, it was the "big reveal" of the final stretch/sprint to the finish line.  It was the same finish sprint we had for the One Mile race but it felt utterly new.  I gave the run what kick I had leftover and finally established a new personal record for the 5k.  The effort left me completely winded in the finish zone but elated too:  I left everything on the course, finished strong, and made a good showing (even managed to finish in that race's top 10% overall, AG, and sex).  Joe and I were also fortunate enough to be one of the first 250 runners in this age group to finish the race and received a special finisher’s medal for being among those numbers.
I’m sure there are people who look at the race options on the Carlsbad 5000 website and think that the 20k would be boring or monotonous for running the same 5k course 4 times in a row.  I’m here to tell you (and them) that it’s not at all the case, so long as you don’t enter the challenge with that kind thought process or expectation.  Each of the races meant something different to me and each had a different atmosphere:  The first being Master’s Men (mine to race hard), the second was the Master’s Women (Charlene’s race opportunity, and my chance to help by pacing her – she too received the top 250 medal), the third was for Women and Men between 30-39 (Sis and I ran it together as an easy recovery run), and the fourth was for Men and Women 29 and under plus the People’s Walk 5k (we ran that with Joe and used as our chance to really look around and visually soak up Carlsbad).  Each race meant something different to everyone on the road and we could feel it from them.  For the most part every 5k was primarily peopled by single event runners so there was no lack of focused and intense attitudes at the start line and there was always a lot of first time racers buzzing with excitement.  To me; each run was brand new in some way, I saw or experienced something stimulating each time.  Perhaps one of the more interesting things for each race this year was that the weather was different for each and every race.  I’m used to fluctuating weather patterns, being a desert dweller, but that morning was entertaining enough to make me laugh at times.  We started out a little warm but cloudy, thankfully it wasn’t warm enough to effect the run.  The weather shifted towards being nice and sunny, and a little cool, but then a fog bank moved in from the ocean to make things ghostly and mysterious.  That didn’t last more than one race (if I remember correctly) but it lasted long enough for me to get a chuckle out of a building at the distant end of the first straightaway appearing out of nowhere between races.  Charlene and I joked about how the building could have been moved in or built in such a short time.  By the time we completed our series of races and gathered to watch the elites run the clouds had taken over the sky; it made for a nice mellow and cooler run for them (in my opinion anyway).
As far as race event amenities went, the All Day 20k Lounge was a godsend the entire morning; it gave us a comfortable place to prepare for each race, recover from them after each one, and grab a little fuel between races.  We made good use of the opportunity it provided after each race by retrieving our gear bags and digging out necessities; sunscreen, foam rollers, water, and of course some good stretching space.  I also used the opportunity to test out the Glukos Energy Bars since I could divide it up evenly for each rest period and keep them stored with my gear, leaving me free to race without carrying extra stuff with me.  One of the best things available to us in the lounge was a big table full of Glukos Energy Gel packets and bottles of Gatorade (both of which they kept stocked).  Truly we had access to just about everything a runner needs (except fresh legs).  Maybe the only thing missing was a clock or something to keep track of the next start time, which would have been nice.  The next time I do the 20k challenge I have to remember to set alarms on my phone for the start of each race; we pushed our luck a couple times before the end of the day, barely making the gun for the final two races.  The 20k Lounge was also where our finisher’s medals were given out, which we happily picked up while retrieving our gear bags.

We could have hung around the lounge after finishing the final race but all three of us were eager to get to the VIP lounge we’d tried to visit first in the morning; it was time for some comfort and ease.

Charlene and I (with Joe in tow – heh) picked up a special pint glass for having run the One-mile race on Saturday and then running again on Sunday, as we all made our way from the 20k Lounge to the VIP Lounge at the PAON Restaurant (the VIP Lounge host).  The outer area we’d seen in the morning, which I previously said had a nice bistro look, was the front dining patio.  It still had that kind of “old country” feel/look to it but now it was alive with runners.  The three of us made our way inside the restaurant to look around, stake out a place to sit, and find some food.  We were lucky enough to grab a nice comfortable booth under a window looking out at the patio.  The food they had for us was set out buffet style (like the corporate Christmas party buffet not a casino one) and all looked high quality.  Charlene and Joe enjoyed the lunch (I confess I didn’t eat anything they offered, the buffet fare didn’t suit my needs) while I took a few minutes to return to the car for a couple of “treats” Charlene and I had picked up before leaving home; just something that she had thought of which would go well with our challenge medals and the expected food (it amused us).

I also used the few moments away to get my One-mile and All Day 20k finisher medals engraved with the newly established Personal Records.

The nice soft booth and comfortable atmosphere of the VIP Lounge was exactly what we needed after all of the running that morning.  We got a chance to talk about our experiences, our impressions of the event and weekend, and most importantly we were able to wind down and relax.  While we were talking about how tiring a 4x5k run is compared to running a half marathon (the All Day 20k wins) sis got a funny idea:

After all, VIPs can sleep anywhere they please right?  Heh

We stayed in PAON right up to the final few minutes before the last two races of the day, the races all three of us were excited to see: The Women’s Elite 5k and the Men’s Elite.  I never thought I’d actually get the chance to watch world class runners (including 2016 Olympic hopefuls) live and actively competing.  I’ve run in the same races as some of professional racers, at other Rock ‘n’ Roll events across the country (Half and full Marathons) and a few other big races but they weren’t competing against their peers for a shot at improving their status in the higher tiers of the Track and Field world, they were there to make a living at what they do best.  The exception to this was the one and only Marathon Major I’ve run, the 2014 Boston Marathon won by Meb Keflezighi: even then I never saw the marathon elites only read about them after.  To me this year’s Carlsbad 5000 (with the 2016 Summer Olympics just around the bend) kind of had a playoff feeling to it, like the more typical televised professional sports, and I was watching them live.  This race always has the possibility of seeing a new 5k world record established but the big “O” does add extra incentive. 
We positioned ourselves at the finish line to see the final excitement and because we were still much too tired to walk to a more central point of the course.  We also hoped to catch the finish on Periscope, to share what excitement we could with anyone watching.  I failed pretty badly in my video attempt (messed up the audio, and poor positioning), Charlene did a better job (as she annoyingly tends to do).  The entire finish stretch was packed with highly excited spectators, as was the finish area where we were.  When the first race started (the Women’s Elite) everyone around began to get excited, the anticipation was palpable even though we didn’t expect the first runner for at least 12 or 13 minutes.  We saw the racers a couple times in the distance as they made two loops on Carlsbad Blvd; part of the new route created by the Executive Race Director designed to give the elite an opportunity to be even faster, and to give us (the fans/spectators) the best cheering and viewing experience.  Everything shifted into high gear around us when the leaders turned on to Carlsbad Village Drive and made their final kick toward the finish: the race staff started to scramble around the finish line to position the ceremonial tape and photographers, the lead vehicles and the ElliptiGo Pacer exited the course just ahead of the finish line, Ethiopian National flags were raised as the lead racer (Meseret Defar) was recognized, and of course the entire crowd cheered for her and all of the runners.  I tried yelling myself hoarse as the winner came in, and for her trailing competitors, but the hoarse turned into a frog after second place crossed so I had to settle for whooping.  Haha  I was happy to be caught up in the excitement of seeing some of the best at my craft work their magic, especially since I just ran that same road (and had better weather in my opinion).  While every one of the Elite Women were faster than I am, by far, I could put myself in their place: I ran my best (no matter the speed difference), I tried to execute my race plan successfully, I felt that same stretch of road under me, I also knew well the rush of feelings and thoughts that came with seeing the finish line from the final turn.  I didn’t run with them physically but I was there again, in the moment.  It really was a crazy experience and wicked fun.

Charlene, Joe, and I decided to reposition ourselves to the opposite side of the road for the Men’s Elite race, to hopefully get a closer and clearer view of the final stretch.  I really expected the crowd to quiet down and more or less reset themselves between races but they kept a constant and energetic buzz going the entire time.  When the Men’s Elite was kicked off I remember thinking to myself: “This race could be over in just 12 minutes (plus some seconds)”.  That just seemed crazy to me but it really was within these racer’s capabilities.  I don’t remember much at all about the short time from gun to final stretch, it went by too fast to absorb.  I know we had the two bursts of excitement from the crowd in our area when the racers crossed our view as they made their loops, and I distinctly remember hearing Charlene talking excitedly when she began her Periscope session for the finish.  Me, I was lost again in the memory and sensation of racing the same streets just hours before.  The Elite route was considerably different from the “People’s Route” but their course was actually contained entirely within ours, so we really had run the same roads.  I failed again in my attempt to create a Periscope video of the race (for the Elite Men this time) but it was actually a good thing, I rambled more than actually giving any good information or coverage.  When the lead vehicles and ElliptiGo pacer turned onto our street everything around us kicked into high gear, again.  I snapped out of my “race reverie” (imagining/remembering running the 5k) once I could see the lead runner, I wanted to see the finish clearly.  I mentally gave leader his due, thinking (I may have said it out loud too): “Man, he’s fast”.  He had a strong lead over the second place runner and third wouldn’t come into view for quite a while (in race time).  I had hoped I’d get to see some of his form and technique, to pick up a few pointers, but from where I stood the only thing I got out of his race to help mine is “Run real fast”.  Haha Seeing Joshua Cheptegei get wrapped in his national Ugandan flag just after the finish was very cool: it was a not-so-subtle reminder that I witnessed a world class event.  I was also fortunate enough to catch a nice example of sportsmanship/comradery a few seconds after Joshua won and some of his competitors finished, I always appreciate seeing such things.  The gentlemen who placed fourth and fifth were so winded from the race that they doubled over shortly after crossing the finish line, side by side.  The two saw each other’s condition and cared enough to check how the other felt, congratulate each other, and then they walked off together:  Maybe they were friends, maybe strangers, but they were certainly friendly competitors after all was said and done.  What a great way to wrap up a hard competition.

Charlene, Joe, and I stayed at the finish line long enough to see all of the racers cross and then made our way back toward our cars to head home.  We stopped by the famous Pizza Port restaurant and considered going in (They were one of the race Event Partners and had supplied the pint glass given to those of us who completed the two days of racing) but the line was so long at that point it would have put us on a bad schedule for the very long drive.  Next time we come to Carlsbad, for racing or just to explore, it’ll definitely be one of the places to look into.

My sister and I said that we’re very interested in experiencing more of Carlsbad, after exploring a little piece of it post One-mile race on Saturday, and our experiences Sunday added to the feeling and desire to return.  I want to race this again, and I want to experience more of the Village. 

I want thank the Competitor Group (Rock ‘n’ Roll) for opportunity to participate in this marvelous race and experience, the wonderful life memories that the Carlsbad 5000 has given my sister and I will always be cherished.

*Disclaimer:   I was an invited guest to the Carlsbad 5000 race weekend, the views, reviews and opinions expressed are my own and not influenced by the organizers nor sponsors or any other company/individual affiliated with the event.