Morning All. Martha and I were two of the Race for the Taste participants, and I can share the following experiences and difficultly-learned lessons.
1. Early October in Orlando is no time for any type of run. We were up at 5:30, turned on the weather channel to see the temperature was 75 degrees, the dewpoint was 75 degrees, so the humidity was 100%. Air so heavy and so still that when you took a breath you could feel it coming into your lungs.
2. When you announce a 7 a.m. start you need to start at 7 a.m. People who aren't there yet, well whose fault is that? Traffic or not, start the race. We're standing in the starting area with a couple of thousand of our closest friends, ready to go, already sweating, and the countdown to the start increases by 10 minutes. Given the weather, an early start gets us in sooner and hopefully while it is cooler. Thankfully this isn't a problem for the full or the half, since they absolutely start at 6 (wheelchairs) to clear the parks. People are keyed up and ready to go. Start the race!
3. The course was lovely and enjoyable. Roughly the last 6.2 miles of the Marathon. On Sunday we entered MGM from the SE, on marathon day we'll enter it from the North by the Tower of Terror. Running through MGM was fun, and the stretch out of MGM, along the canal, around Crescent Lake, and into EPCOT was also lovely. Warning for new marathoners like me, when you enter EPCOT in the UK pavillion and look across the lake at China, it looks to be 900 miles away. Circle the lake, under the big golf ball, exit EPCOT to the right of the entry turnstiles, and then finish about 200 yards into the parking lot.
4. Watch out for weavers, and I'm not talking about tapestries. Runners who don't run straight lines in crowds are a danger to humanity. At my age I'm no longer shy about verbally warning weavers who are about to enter my sphere of comfort. In fact, in a moment still laughed about at home, in this year's half marathon a young man almost knocked both Martha and I down for no apparent reason. I say almost as when he was at my outside shoulder coming across to take us out I struck him in the center of his chest with my elbow. He realized the reason for the message, and said, "oops, sorry." Martha's comment was, "I saw that, and thanks." Watch out for the other guy in the crowds. It would be the pits to lose your medal because of some fool who knocked you down.
5. Speaking of medals, the Goofy medal is the coolest thing ever. It is his hat, with him running on it, but it is surreal-Salvador Dali-esque. Oddly angled and shaped, it is a beauty.
6. And speaking of medals, I am in no condition to finish the marathon today. I learned a shocking lesson on Sunday about fitness.
7. Martha, in contrast, is the running machine. 1st 5K in 35 and a few seconds, 2nd 5K in precisely the same time, finishing just over 70 minutes, right at 11:20 for every mile. Her goal for the half is sub-2:30, and this is spot on.
8. In contrast, I had a major league disaster on Sunday. Yes it's hot and humid, and both crush me. I feel good at the start and go off at a comfortable pace, which is a bit faster than plan, but feels fine. I hit 5K in MGM just under 28 minutes and begin to fantasize about coming in around 55 minutes. Between 5K and mile 4, however, the heat causes my body to implode. Instant change from comfortable to horrible. It takes me 34.5 minutes to do the last 5K, and it is very ugly. I hardly remember any of the detail of the lap around World Showcase. I learned the tough lesson that once your body and legs go, no matter how much you slow down, it doesn't get any better. The funny thing is I was disappointed in my performance, but not too depressed, as the heat was a crusher, and I learned a really good lesson for January 7 and 8.
9. The lesson is that time absolutley does not matter on those 2 days. My target for the half is to finish and feel absolutely fresh and relaxed when I cross the line. I cannot push the pace at all, well maybe in the last 3 miles

, because I cannot afford a disaster on the first day. My target for the whole is to finish period. That means taking it easy from the first step. I cannot allow myself to fatigue at all. The disaster in the 10K wasn't fun, but the pain lasted for only 2 miles. A similar disaster in the marathon means many miles of horrible conditions, and a DNF (did not finish).
Sorry about the length. The moral for me is I have a long way to go in the next 88 days.
Good luck to everybody.
Craig