Waterfront 10K

Months ago, when the Ontario Masters Association announced that the Toronto 10K was going to be its 10K championship race, I knew that I wanted to do it.  Even if my recovery from Boston was slow, I knew that I could be ready to race a 10K more than 8 weeks later.  However, I waited too long to register; by the time I sat down to enter, the race had sold out – 10,000 runners were all set to go and I wasn’t one of them.   Never did I imagine that the race would sell out so quickly.  But I really wasn’t all that surprised; Lululemon had come on board to sponsor this Canadian Running Series (CRS) race and, when Lululemon is involved with any race, it sells out quickly.

I took this as a sign.  First, maybe I did need more rest (and as time progressed further into the spring, it was obvious that I did) and not getting into the race simply forced me to take more time.  Secondly, it gave me a chance to volunteer with my club, Toronto Olympic Club, which always sends marshals to the CRS events.

One of the lessons that I learned from my father was the importance of volunteerism.  As a teacher, I luckily see it at my school on a regular basis; teachers volunteer their time to coach clubs/teams outside of school hours; parents come into the school to help in the classroom, with lunches, fundraising….But I also see a huge lack of volunteers in other areas of my life and it is often the same people who give their time again and again and again. So when I have the time to give back, I like to do just that.

Honestly, though, I wasn’t exactly thrilled about waking up early on Saturday morning.  Since the race started at 7:30 a.m, I had to be out of the house by 5:45 at the latest.  After many days and late nights of testing kids, marking, and writing reports, waking up before 5:00 a.m. on a Saturday was the last thing that I wanted to do.   But I had committed to helping so I set three alarms before falling asleep.  At 5:30, I was out the door and on my way to meet Monica, who was one of the lucky ones, and her boyfriend so that we could head into Toronto together.

One table of water cups ready to go!

After dropping me off, I walked to my post – about 3.5K into the race and just past the first water station.  On the way there, I realized that my bag of cowbells and noise makers was still at home, sitting by the door so I wouldn’t forget them.  Hmmmm….. Fortunately, I did have my teacher voice with me and was all set to put it to work on its own. By 7:00, the volunteers at the water station were almost finished the task of pre-filling hundreds of cups of water.  It was going to be a hot morning (it was already close to 23C) so the runners were going to need it.

I headed to the intersection where I was stationed with another TOC marshal, Chris.  He was organized enough to bring cowbells and, while I hesitated to borrow one, I found myself ringing a “Bell” bell within 15 minutes of the start of the race.

The Waterfront 10K had a variety of participants.   The wheelchair athletes started at 7:30 and they whizzed by on their machines.  They were followed by 6 waves, beginning with the elite athletes and ending with the walkers.  For Chris and me, there seemed to be a never-ending stream of runners.  We watched the tags on the bibs change from red to green to yellow and so on, each colour representing a different wave.  When we saw the first orange bibs come through, we knew that we were close to the end.

While marshalling, we noticed that all runners, no matter how fast or how slow, were giving their best.  We cheered the typical encouraging phrases such as good job, way to go, and you’ve got this.  But knowing that there were designated cheering sections after us, with groups like the Argos cheerleaders, a Jamaican band and a spin bike club, I decided to turn my cheering up a notch: “Good morning, runners!  Let’s wake up Toronto!” and “Let’s rock this town!”  We were simply the opening act for the entertainment to follow; we had to set the cheer standard.  Of course, our bells were ringing loudly and I was told later that they could be heard two blocks away; I’m surprised that I didn’t go home with a blister on my finger.  Every now and then, someone smiled back at us and we knew that our cheering, while a bit crazy, was appreciated.

When we were done our shift, I walked to the finish line at Ontario Place and was able to catch the spin bikes as they were wrapping up.  Ontario Place was busy – after all, thousands of runners and families were going through there – so we left as soon as I found Monica and Stefan.  She ran a speedy 40ish minutes, making her one of the top finishers in a huge race.

While the early start was a bit of a pain, I loved that we were back on the road by 9:30 and heading home.  Looking towards next year, I’m not sure if I do want to race this event.  There was a lot of positive feedback from those who did, but I think the flat course in downtown Toronto may not be what I want in a 10K.  Maybe I’ll return to volunteer again instead.  I have loads of time to decide – well, at least until they open registration for next year’s event.

 

 

 

 

Giving Back

In Chicago, I was absolutely wowed by the number of volunteers at the marathon.  Every few kilometres had an aid station that was two blocks long.  When I read this ahead of time, I imagined that Chicago simply had short city blocks; I expected two tables of water and, then, two tables of Gatorade manned by a small crew of volunteers.  I was completely wrong!  The first block had table after table of Gatorade – on both sides of the road – and dozens of volunteers.  The second block had table after table of water – again on both sides of the road and, again, manned by dozens of volunteers.  I imagined that the size of the stations and number of volunteers would decrease as the course progressed but they did not; Chicago knows how to look after its runners.

One of the things that I love about teaching is it indirectly allows me to give back to the running community.  IMG_2035In the fall, I coach cross-country with 3 other teachers; this year, we fielded a team of almost 300 students.  In the spring, I coach track and field.  There is nothing I love more than watching kids set goals, whether it is to build fitness or aspire to be the best, and push themselves to achieve them.

As a parent, I also get involved with my sons’ activities.  Sure, there are several other things that I could be doing with my time.   But when the soccer club sent a mass email in the summer looking for coaches for both sons’ teams, how could I say no?  I was going to be there anyway, I know soccer and I am quite comfortably handling a group of boys.   soccer balls The Littlest Dude was quite happy to have Mom as Coach; the Oldest Dude said “No way!”

This Saturday morning, for the first time ever, I found myself giving back to one son’s choir and, then, their soccer club.  When I told my oldest that I was going to drive him to his choir rehearsal rather than have him take the bus, he didn’t refuse (he actually likes to take the bus) but looked puzzled.   “I’m measuring the boys for their uniforms,” I said.

“Why are you doing that?” he asked.

“When money was raised for uniforms in the spring, I told Dave (his choir director) that I’d help out.  It is an easy way for me to contribute to the choir.”

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Choir rehearsal for A Few Good Men on Saturday morning.

I expected him to groan as he doesn’t like me around him at choir (or soccer); the oldest dude prefers to do things on his own and have me somewhere in the background.   This time, though, he approved with a simple “Okay” and we headed to his rehearsal together on Saturday morning.  I measured almost 50 boys, guessed how much they would grow over the next year, and laughed when every single one of them looked for a place to hang his sweater rather than toss it on the floor for a few minutes.  Gotta love choir boys!

We left at 12:30, which gave me an hour to pick up the Littlest Dude and get him to our soccer game.  I have 11 ten year olds on my team and they are a lot of fun to work with.  Over the past month, I watched them develop from a group of good players to a solid team.  We are almost half-way through the season and I am crossing my fingers that I can keep them on the streak that they are on right now.

Last night, I went to be tired – really tired – from a busy Saturday.  But it was a good kind of tired, the result of volunteering and doing what I can to give back to my community.

Running Like A Kenyan

run over obstaclesThis week, I faced what was probably the biggest challenge of my marathon training of the summer: finding time for the long run.  My schedule was busy enough with a few overnight shoots while prepping for back to school and keeping the boys busy in the second last week of summer.   Throwing marathon training into the mix was simply another test in creativity and time management.

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Members from Lions Valley Athletics about to coach runners training for the Oakville Half-Marathon.

Yesterday, my run club, Lions Valley Athletics, volunteered to organize a training run over all or part of the Oakville Half-Marathon course for participants.  It was a win-win for so many.  Runners had an opportunity to run the course, we collected donations for the Oakville-Milton Humane Society, and Lions Valley Athletics had the opportunity to give back to the running community.    While I wanted to focus on my own training – to run long on my own – it was a great opportunity for me  support other runners in their personal goals.  So I ran 18K on my own and finished at Coronation Park, where the group met.  After that, I ran another 17K with them, finishing the day’s mileage with 35K.

I was thrilled with hitting that distance (which equates to 22 miles).  It wasn’t just reaching it, though, that was important; it was what I learned along the way.  Since the training run was with new runners, the pace was slower than what I normally train at.  Knowing this, I made sure that my earlier run was at my marathon pace so that I could run like a Kenyan with the others.  You see, Kenyans run really slowly on their easy days so that their bodies can recover from the speed workouts and hard running that they do on others.  This is something that I’m not good at: mixing up the paces.  Coach Kevin and my friends often tease me about being a metronome because I tend to lock into a pace and hold it; the problem is I run that pace through the warm-up, workout and cool down.  Yesterday, I learned to slow my pace down.  I had to because that is what the other runners needed.  I learned how to “run like a Kenyan.”

Now I finally understand how much of a difference in variety of paces – from a marathon pace to an easier cool down pace – makes in how I feel the next day.  Today, my legs feel fresh.  I’m pleasantly tired, but I couldn’t wait to head out for an easy run this morning.   And the best part?  My feet don’t hurt – at all.

Yesterday, the ladies we coached through the route left feeling that they had a good run and are ready for their half-marathon in a few weeks.  Me, I left with a better understanding of pacing, the success of the longest run yet in my marathon cycle and satisfaction of supporting other runners.  It was truly a win-win.