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Monthly Archives: May 2017

RACE REPORT: 134 – Brooklyn Half Marathon: 1:24:16

Posted on May 25, 2017 by admin Posted in All, Race Reports, Running 1 Comment

As you may have read on my previous post, next year is my 10 year running anniversary. What better way to celebrate it then to run the race that started it all, the New York City Marathon. The goal… run a sub 1:25 half marathon in Brooklyn to qualify.


I took the day off on Friday because we had friends coming into town for the weekend.

Abbe wanted to write a story on Wylie Dufresne’s new doughnut spot in Williamsburg, Du Nuts, so she was going to run there. I had a race the next day, so I decided to bike there and meet her. Our timing was perfection and so were the doughnuts! They were delicious as far as flavor goes, but a little dense for me. I like a fluffy doughnut, sorry Wylie.

We met Adam and Kristin, along with their daughters Madelyn and Savannah out by Laguardia and guided them into the city. We spent the afternoon in Central Park, mostly riding the carousel, before heading o dinner.

Adam had requested some serious NYC pizza so we decided to take their family to a NYC staple, Gino’s on 83rd Street. We sat outside and enjoyed the warm weather. I opted for some pasta as I had to race the next day and I have learned that pizza never works, mainly for it’s lack of nutrition. Our friend and teammate Kelly popped by with her new dog Peanut… Madelyn and Savannah went bonkers.

In bed by 10:30pm.

RACE DAY

We woke up at 5:00am to the sound of some Cafe Bustelo brewing, very similar to rising to a Mozart concerto.

We were in a cab and picked up Jenn and her boyfriend Lee by 6:05am, rocketing down the FDR towards Brooklyn. The weather was perfect, 60 degrees with a cool breeze.

With 15 minutes to spare and 5 blocks to the start we exited the cab. Jenn and I did a bit of a panicked warm up. We were on time, but not really. I said goodbye to her at B Corral and headed up to A Corral. As I entered with 5 minutes until the start I found my friends Elizabeth and Patrizia. Elizabeth was like, ‘Baker, what are you doing here, you should be up in the front!’ They had collapsed the corrals already and I was pretty far back from my normal placement. In my head I was kinda like, ‘Fuck it. Let’s just run for fun.’ But simultaneously another voice was like, ‘Keep the pace steady until Prospect Park and then drop the hammer. You have to give it a try.’ Angels and demons battling it out… we all have ’em.

The first 2 miles were painful. It was like being stuck in traffic. I tried to make progress by passing people but it was slow going. I was also being very courteous to my fellow runners and following protocol. I saw Kate and the GCR cheer squad which helped push me on. These miles were in the 6:50 range, 20-22 seconds per mile off my goal pace.

I saw Abbe and Lee at mile 3 and dropped off my belt which held my phone. I felt instantly lighter. I also saw my Seven Samurai (a group I coached to their first Ironman last year) cheering!

Right before we entered Prospect Park I heard a, ‘Hey Baker!’ It was Victor, also part of the Seven Samurai crew. We had a fun chat before I bid farewell. The streets were opening up and so I needed to make up time.

In Prospect Park I did a lot of bobbing and weaving. I was making steady progress and improving my overall pace, but I had to be careful. Prospect is only 3 miles in circumference, but is a series of rolling hills. It is very easy to blow up and lose your race here. I was running 6:15-6:20 range on these miles (3-6) through the park and was starting to feel confident in getting my mission completed.

Having run this 5 times I am pretty familiar with the course. As we approached mile 7 I started to pick it up, anticipating the straightaway that is Ocean Parkway.

Some think that Ocean Parkway is boring. It is. It is 6 miles on a flat highway with no shade. But… if conditions are right, you can use it to generate a PR. That’s what I was intending to do.

I dropped a 6:07 on mile 7 and tried to keep that momentum going.

Somewhere in the next mile or two I ran by my buddy Pat who yelled, ‘Great pace Baker, first beer is on you!’ We will come back to this later…

I was only taking water and gatorade every other aid station and my pace was hovering in the 6:20 range for miles 8-12. I felt fantastic! My legs were functioning perfectly, my heart rate was steady and nutrition was on point. I thought I had this thing in the bag.

Head down, feet plugging along I wondered if I would indeed achieve my goal. If I didn’t what would I do to get into NYCM? It was my introduction to running in 2008, I had to run it in 2018.

I decided, as the last mile approached, to check my time and see what I needed to pull this off. I thought I had been banking time and it would be easy street for the last mile. Wrong! I had just under 8 minutes to hit my goal and I was currently at a 6:20 pace. Too many variables were in play. I wanted this bad and was close so I just put my head down and dialed up everything I had.

I was watching the seconds tick by on my watch as I barrelled down Surf Avenue. As I hit the boardwalk I had 1 minute to go to keep it under 1:25 and my pace was a 6:09. It hurt bad.

Swinging my arms through the finish I knew I had it, but it was close. I finished in 1:24:16, just 44 seconds off my goal time.

Sex/
Age
Bib Overall Place Age
Place
Finish
Time
Pace/
Mile
AG %
M39 691 433 75 1:24:16 6:26 70.82%

As I made my way out of the finish chute and towards our after party I ran into my pal Allison. She had a great race as well. I also met her friend and another GCR teammate, Natalie. I left them in search of my Battalion crew.

In front of the Finish and Ruby’s Abbe, Lee, Dougie and Madison were cheering. I went into Ruby’s and secured us a table. I also noticed that the Flyers, another local team, were posting up behind us. I thought to myself, ‘Hey Pat is a Flyer!’ No sooner did I think that than he rolled in. We hung out for a hot second recapping our races before he joined his team. Man, I love the local running community.

One by one the Battalion crew rolled in! Some looked better than others, some had great races and some not so much. We had some drinks and some laughs before it was time to go.

I stayed in Coney with Abbe, Adam, Kristin, Madelyn and Savannah to hit the rides at Luna Park.


Mission 2 complete. Next year I will get to run NYCM, my 1st race ever. I ran it as a 30 year old in 2008 on a dare and I will run it as a celebration (and as a 40 year old) in 2018. Had I not run the 2008 marathon what would I be now? Please discuss.

BK Half Marathon NYCM

RACE REPORT: 133 – NJ Marathon: 3:05:38

Posted on May 3, 2017 by admin Posted in All, Race Reports, Running 3 Comments

I suppose it was during the afterparty of the NYC Half Marathon that it happened. There were beers involved. Friends agreed, I should run Boston on my 10th year of running. Even better, I will turn 40 years old in 2018, so it’s a dual milestone.

The problem – it was March and I had no qualifying time to register with. I’m signed up for the Chicago Marathon, but Boston will surely close by then. The solution – run a spring marathon with minimal training.

It was right around that time that Mike from the ‘Dad Posse’ emailed asking if we would be running the NJ Half Marathon this year, kind of a tradition between all of us. A light bulb went off in my head, ‘Bingo!’

I had 6 weeks until the NJ Marathon, and so I built a rather aggressive training plan that would jack my distance up fast. Game on.

On a positive side (wait training is positive right?) Due to my age I gain 5 minutes for my BQ. Instead of having to run faster than a 3:10, the time was now 3:15. Getting older can be fun!


Abbe, Jenn and I did a quick shakeout run on Saturday before Jim was to pick me up. I ran 2 miles and they continued on while I had a serious case of FoMO.

Jim and I were on the road by 12:30pm heading south to Mike’s place in Little Silver. We arrived at 2pm with no trouble.

Mike and I went to get our bibs while Jim went to visit his Grandma. After bibs we hit up Tommy’s Tavern for some beer and apps.

Dinner was at at Brothers Italian, a Red Bank staple. We ate here in 2011 before the race as well. Mike and I choose shells with meat sauce while Jim had meat lasagna with Cabernet. Jim was in a fancy mood.

We were in bed by 11pm.

RACE DAY

Up at 5:45am with coffee in hand 5 minutes later. We had loads of time. Mike’s wife Kara was going to drive us to the start at 7, which meant we would be n our corrals as 7:15. Perfecto. I ate one banana and took one to go.

As we were leaving I stepped outside into the overcast 50 degree weather. I held my arms out and looked up, Shawshank Redemption style, and said to the guys “The gods are with us today!” It was (almost) perfect running conditions.

After a slow warm up we parted ways to our respective corrals. Along the way I spotted my pal Ali chillin in the her corral. Photo op!

The clouds were moving fast as the sun shot out blindingly from a few open holes. It felt epic and I was definitely ready for Battle Stations.

The horn sounded and we took off. It felt great to just run, tapering was murder on me this go around.

The first few miles ticked off and I was the hitting 6:30-6:40 range. I felt fluid and this pace felt slow. Being notorious for banking time, I just went with it and enjoyed the run.

As we exited the neighborhoods and made our way into the downtown stretch of Long Branch, I knew that my friend Kate from GCR would be at mile post 9.5. This was a helpful driving force in my run. They had a solid team presence and gave me a great shout out, thanks GCR!

Up ahead I thought I recognized a female runner. ‘Is that my pal Allison (also from GCR)? Is that speedy Amy running next to her?’ Perhaps… perhaps.

As I approach I realized it was indeed them! Hello friends! I yelled, “Slow it down people!” We chatted for a hot second. They were running the Half and were soon to be finished while I, well, I had a few more miles to go. They bid me farewell and I proceeded into the darkness. The trouble with Half Marathon and Marathon dual races , if you are doing the marathon, is that you see the halfers head to the finish. Meanwhile, you have FoMO because you still have to double that distance. It’s such a bummer.

This may have been the first time in my history of marathons that I hit a truly bad place this early on. Mile 11 passed and the sun came out, increasing the temperature. We were on a straightaway and the turnaround was at mile 19, 8 miles down the road. That is a huge mindfuck!

I think the course Gatorade messed up my stomach as well because I didn’t feel too hot. I did a systems check on my body and everything was good aside from my stomach… and my mind. Major trouble.

They say a marathon is 10% fitness and 90% mental. Since my early days I have agreed with this statement and now my own mind and willpower was coming to test it.  ‘I should quit before I get too far down the course. Why did I think this was fun? Fuck the Sun God, it is so hot right now.” It was bad, like real bad. I thought my pace had slowed to 10 minute miles, but I was still hovering at a 7 minute pace.

‘As long as I am moving forward, I am winning.’

The wind was coming from the Northeast and at mile 13 we ran inland around this dumb lake, only to add on 1/2 a mile. I felt the wind on the return. It cooled my core down and I mentally calmed my breathing down. I pulled my form back together. My stomach was still a mess, but the rest of me was improving. At the next few aid stations I made an effort to slam water and only water, to flush my system.

As miles 15-17 passed my pace suffered to a 7:05 range. Keep in mind, I was putting unnecessary pressure on myself at this point. I needed to run a 3:13 to hit my goal and I was running a sub3 race up until now, because I am competitive and maybe, just maybe, stubborn.

At mile 19 the 3:00 hour pacers past me. I got slightly mad because the pacers were so chipper and encouraging to all of us. “C’mon guy, lookin’ great, keep it up!” I was very far from looking great. Look at the next photo, I look like shit with my frowny face.

We popped onto the boardwalk, now in Asbury Park, and had a very cold headwind. It may have slowed us, but I needed the cool air.

After a few Ironmans and Marathons I have learned that sometimes when I am at my worst, I do my best. ‘Never die.’

I wasn’t pushing my pace any faster, but my mind and body were back in sync as I ticking off the miles. I was hitting 7:30s by now, but was steadily moving, even through aid stations.

Speaking of which, at the mile 22 station Mike’s kids Kevin and Kelly were volunteering! Thanks for the water!

I soon saw Kate again who gave me a high five. Next I heard this angelic voice that couldn’t have been more timely say, “Go Chris Baker!” It was Abbe and wow what a sight for sore eyes she was. I stopped and kissed her as she yelled, “Keep going!” My battle wasn’t quite over.

By now the 3:05 pacers had passed. I had 3 miles to go and was pretty sure I could make my goal if I just held it together.

I was now on the boardwalk making my way to the finish. The course was very familiar now, I have run this course 4 times I think? I plugged away at the distance, my quads in particular were on fire. As I approached the finish I had many cheers from strangers, which was really awesome. Then, my pal Ali who had finished the half was on the sidelines yelling!

Driving my legs down the finish line I had one last motivational push. A handful of athletes that I coached to their first Ironman last year were on the sidelines waiting for me to finish. “Baker! Go Baker Go!”  I waved and punched it! Thanks Samurai for some helpful cheering.

3:05:38 was my final time which meant I had BQ’d with 7 or 8 minutes to spare. Mission complete. I have still not emotionally processed what has happened.

Sex/
Age
Bib Overall Place Age
Place
Finish
Time
Pace/
Mile
AG %
M39 2049 88 16 3:05:38 7:06 67.07%

Water in a milk carton is the jam. The photographer actually asked me to put the milk carton down… nope.

After grabbing my hardware I saw Jim and Mike at Rooney’s drinking beer. Jim was 3.5 beers in, which is a new handicap system we are working out. They gave me a huge cheer as I found my way to them.

I had a beer as we waited for Abbe to come off the battle field. Once she arrived she told us the story of a guy who tossed his phone to her at mile 22 and said “Please take this, it’s heavy. I’ll call you at the finish.” Sure enough he did. His name was Carlos and he runs for North Brooklyn as does my pal Evan who he knows. Small world! You know I love making friends.


This wasn’t an easy race. Training is everything and although I trained for 6 weeks, it wasn’t enough for it to be a walk in the park. I put everything I had on the course on that day at that time and I was no more. Sometimes when you want something really bad you throw it all out there. Pain is an idea your mind sells to you. Pain is temporary while glory is forever.

As Featured on ‘The Runner Diaries’

Posted on May 2, 2017 by admin Posted in All, Running, Training: Running Leave a comment

I met Erin Kelly last year when I coached her through her first Ironman. We have since become friends and she asked me to participate in her project ‘The Runner Diaries.’


Inspired by Refinery29’s Money Diaries and The Cut’s Sex Diaries, welcome to The Runner Diaries, where we’re sharing a behind-the-scenes look into a week of training with runners of varying ages, paces and GPS coordinates.

This week, we have Christopher Baker of New York’s Upper East Side. Baker is an artist, endurance sport coach, and active member of running and triathlon community The Battalion. Below, he documents his training to achieve an aggressive goal of qualifying for the 2018 Boston Marathon (“BQ-ing”) in the upcoming New Jersey Marathon, and a trip to the northeast to spectate and cheer at the Boston Marathon on Marathon Monday.

Continue on to The Runner Diaries here fir the full story.

Erin Kelly The Runner Diaries
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