We Just Made a Fire Pit...BOOM!

The week after The Buck Fifty (in which we had excellent spring weather AND was noticed by Runner's World with this piece written by Jenny McCoy), it freakin' snowed - AGAIN. Like the rest of this schizophrenic spring, the weather did warm up slowly over the ensuing days. The following Friday, on a whim by L - we bought some bricks and made a fire pit at our new place and spent the late afternoon and early evening feeding it the variety of twigs and branches the tree next door has been shedding. Satisfied with ourselves, we drank a beer or two in celebration while listening to the crackles & pops coming from the flames as the sun feel asleep.

The creepy woods in the 
background serves as our
 kindling quarry

This is how we are ignoring the push from winter to linger longer than it should. For all intents and purposes - it is now summer for me. I will make it warmer, no matter how many times those damn white flakes tossed by the Snow Miser leisurely float down upon us.

Now if we can just get the ground to thaw a little more, so we can scratch the itch to plant a garden. We may still have a few weeks, but the inside of our house is littered with seedlings idling by our windows like cats planning their attempt to chase down the many squirrels who scavenge throughout our yard.

Oh, and this past week while attending a school event for the library where parents and their children prepare for the next academic year - a ghost from my most recent past paid a visit. At this event, the very first parent & child to come in were accompanied by the grandmother. I smiled at the child, said "hi" to the mother and then all of my cheerfulness evaporated as the grandparent walked by. The grandmother was none other than whack job, w.j., the crazy woman who made living at my Marion apartment difficult simply because she hates life (don't know who she is? No worries, just examine a few previous posts).

I could feel myself take a step backward and move into some sort of defensive position, but I'm not sure what I would have been defending against or how I would defend if something were to happen - it was totally involuntary. Then hell froze over, she smile and said, "Hi Craig, how are you? And how is the new place?" Weirded out at first because she seemed human, I reluctantly remember I'm working and crack a half-hearted smile.

"I'm good and we really like it," wanting to avoid bringing up the past - I add, "and we have a full yard and much more room to garden, unlike the apartment." Continuing to bite my tongue and force the professionalism to peak through the mass of resentment engulfing me, I was taken back when she spoke again.

"That's great, I'm really happy for you...and...," as she sheepishly looks to the ground and back toward me, "I want to apologize. I'm really sorry, there's just been a lot going on." She sticks out her arms, "Can I get a hug?" Surprised at the apology for her being a complete a-hole, I'm not sure what to make of the "hug" suggestion. Halfway expecting to be sucker punched or jabbed with a shiv made out of Chinet Dinnerwear, I slowly oblige thinking there are lots of people here...witnesses, they are all witnesses. She apologized again and moved on through the school event with her daughter and granddaughter. I continued to glance behind me throughout the afternoon because...well...just because. I'm hoping that will be the last interaction with her, though I'm wary of the apology she offered because...for some people...two faces are better than one.

The 10 mile run earlier in the afternoon of our fire pit day was a good reminder of what is on the horizon - half marathons. And the first of such races was to take place the last weekend of this crazy month. The 2018 OhioHealth Capital City Half Marathon on April 28th was my second half this year, following the Brokeman's Winter Warm up back in January when it as all of -4 degrees at the start and my breath froze on my sunglasses (not to mention the frozen solid liquid refreshment afterwards).

Barring any weather ridiculousness, I was hoping for a minimum of 60 degrees on race day. And just like deciding to build a fire pit at the last second and doing it, I'm starting off my summer running with a half marathon rather than using the summer to build up to it and running one at the end (like in 2017) - ripping the Band-Aid off without a second thought or, as one might say, jumping right into the fire.

This time a couple of my The Buck Fifty Traffic Panthers Teammates would join in on the fun. Gary and Josh would run the half with me, while Mark would take part in the quarter marathon.

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Despite excellent spring weather leading up to race day, temperatures dipped a bit. We had mostly sunshine on this morning, but temperatures would hang around the mid 40's. I joined Gary in his strategy of starting in the midsection of our corral. Following the national anthem, played on saxophone by Jerry DePizzo (a member of the band O.A.R. & Ohio native) and the gun goes off. Sitting in the back of the corral, we move slowly with the mass of people toward the start line, start our watches once we cross it and begin weaving our way through the slower runners.

In the past, I would start toward the front of the corral, but my competitive nature had me try to stay close to those going much faster and I would crash near the end. I was hoping this would allow me to say within myself and pass folks I should be passing with the pace I'm used to - it worked. Not being pulled by the force of wanting to beat everyone, we kept our comfortable pace and navigated through the mass of competitors. At each fueling station I grabbed just enough sports drink to wet my whistle and when Gary passed me, I made sure to be going fast enough to not lose sight of him.

At the 5k mark, I cross at 20:01 and now I'm simply gaining on folks and only sparingly is there someone who comes up from behind - I'm comfortable as we leave downtown Columbus. I see L before she sees me and she seems startled to see me, confirming my thought that I'm going faster than expected and I feel really good - and still I'm slowly passing people as we cruise north on Neil Avenue. I have to laugh at myself as I run by my former neighborhood here, having lived off of this street about seven years ago and passing some old haunts (memories of joining Dickey, Ryan, Nicole, Steve and others throwing back beers and playing trivia at Hampton's on King). At the halfway point (42:59) and making our way toward the Ohio State University campus, Gary is in the far distance - but I can see him. I'm sort of new at the half marathon and I'm using him as my measuring stick.

My backside, about to turn right onto Neil Avenue. Just
short of mile marker number five.

The crowd of runners in front of me has thinned out a bit and I'm still gaining on some folks, focusing on those ahead I feel like I'm doing a great job of maintaining pace. I hear someone come up behind me, but he stays there and discover he is a loud breather. He obviously is not aware of his extremely audible panting and it is beginning to annoy the bejesus out of me, affecting my concentration. We turn a corner and I stick out my hand to wave him on. He takes notice and as he passes, he offers, "Sorry, I was just trying to draft off of you." It was a rather windy afternoon and I totally understood - which is why I gave him a thumbs up as he passed - but it sounded like he was an animal in heat.

We make it beyond campus and turn to the west to begin the return trip to Columbus. Still sunny, but a rather chilly breeze is lingering. Here I'm glad I decided to stick with running tights under my shorts and a long sleeve dri-fit shirt over a t-shirt. I stayed warm, but didn't get too hot and the shirt kept the wind at bay. I'm still slowly gaining on some folks as the 9 mile marker drifts by and I tell myself the next 4.1 miles will be cake and to maintain as much as I can. I then notice Gary is one of those folks I'm gaining on. Just beyond the 10 mile mark, Gary glances behind him to the left and sees me. I'm about ten feet back - "There you are!", he says. I pull up along side as downtown Columbus is now in full view.

Gary in the red and I in the gray. About to
turn right onto Park Street - 1 1/2 miles to go.

At the last refueling station, Gary drifts in front and I follow close behind. The nerves are starting to kick in as we have two miles to go and I pass by L again just as we turn onto Park Street. We have re-entered the heart of downtown Columbus and what was simply just background noise for the first 12 miles is now the obvious purr of spectators. Gary drifts a little further ahead,but I'm just ecstatic to be where I am. The last half mile is a straight stretch home in the heart of Ohio's Capital City. I get passed by someone, but let him go, though I recognize him as a dude I passed about two miles back.

The start/finish line, in all it's glory, is now in full view of my already crappy eyesight and Gatorade splattered shades. I don't feel like I have slowed down, significantly, for the entire race and just as I reach the end line, I reach to stop my watch and glance at the race clock. The clock clicked over to 1:27:00 just as I crossed, but once I finally had the opportunity to come to a walk I remembered I started in the back of the corral. Meaning, I didn't actually start until moments after the leaders. A quick look at my sticky, sweat covered Garmin watch and I couldn't be more impressed with myself - 1:26:30. I'm a full 3:30 under my goal and nearly 4:00 off of my PR in my fourth attempt at the half marathon.

We seemed to walk forever through the finishing chute, but I could feel the giant grin on my face...it almost hurt. Handed some water and my finisher's medal, I high five Gary and realize right then I had to pee. It was the kind of sensation where you try to nonchalantly walk/run to the nearest restroom, attempting to not look like you have been holding it for 13 miles. The thing is, though, that is exactly what I had been doing and the quick sips of water and Gatorade at each refueling station just added to my bladder's misery and it finally reached it's boiling point. Gary commented, "That at least shows you were well hydrated."

Celebratory finishing beer. Traffic Panthers Teammate
Gary and I with the Land-Grant 13.1 Wheat

I then meet back up with Gary at the finishing party after garnering my free slice of Papa John's Pizza and Land-Grant Brewing 13.1 Wheat CapCity Half Marathon beer. Finishing the pizza and beer I go find L and we make our way to our car. She and I are both excited that the drive home will be much shorter (Delaware is 20 miles closer to Columbus than Marion) and still have the entire Saturday afternoon ahead of us. I laid down at home, but didn't actually fall asleep. Rather, I slept internally for about two hours as I replayed the morning in my head in a dream-like state.

The details

Once tallied, I was flabbergasted to discover I finished 57th out of the 6,400 half marathon finishers. Even more impressive were my mile splits which ranged from 6:23 to 6:47, so the feeling I had of not slowing down significantly throughout the race turned out to be true. The slowest split was mile six, but the next five mile splits were each faster than the next. Don't ask me how I did that, I certainly don't know. And I was just 32 seconds slower in the second half of the race than the first (42:59, 43:31) I'm not bragging, I'm just surprised at what I have been able to accomplish and my competitive nature will keep pushing me until I break.

My Buck Fifty Teammates did quite well also - Gary finished twelve seconds ahead of me, Josh finished in just over two hours and Mark won his age group in the quarter marathon. Not bad for a bunch dudes around 40-something who simply thought this would be a great way to get some free beer.

Up next will be the New Moon Half Marathon in my new hometown of Delaware, Ohio and the 6.55 loop circles the block I live on. I ran the quarter marathon portion of this event last year (once around the 6.55 loop) and didn't do so well, I melted in the humidity of the late afternoon race. I'm hoping, with this now being my training ground, the familiarity will give me some sort of psychological advantage and, maybe, another PR. Hey, it never hurts to get your voodoo workin'....cheers!

Eilen Jewell - It's Your Voodoo Working

I fell in love with your body and soul

My hand's still sticky, and my head's ice cold

My sugar tastes sour; my salt tastes sweet

I woulda laid down but I just can't sleep

It's your voodoo working

It's your voodoo working

Round and round same old thing

Heartache, misery, trouble, and pain

It's your voodoo working

It's your voodoo working

It's your voodoo working

Voodoo working and I can't get a little

Slow down, baby, you're going too fast

Your love is voodoo, and I just can't last

I cried last night and the night before

Twenty long hours, my eyes are sore

It's your voodoo working

It's your voodoo working

It's your voodoo working

Voodoo working and I can't get a little

Photo Spread courtesy of Lauren B.

Leaving downtown Columbus (in the distance)

Focused on Gary just ahead
- nearing the finish.

Gary (in the red behind the tree) and I in the gray - the
return to downtown Columbus.

Shortly after finishing - my bib missing the
free beer and pizza tickets.

L and I in front of the Ohio Statehouse.

Traffic Panthers Teammate Josh

Traffic Panthers Teammate Mark

The finishing rewards

Race SWAG

The New Moon Half & Quarter Marathon
route in Delaware, Ohio on Memorial Day
weekend. Will we see you there??

Thanks CapCity Sports Media! 

A Buck Fifty x 2 Doesn't Equal $3

A spring renewal took place this month and I'm not referring to the annual exit of winter. On April Fools' weekend (March 31st officially) L and I completed the move from Marion to Delaware, Ohio. Delaware is just 20 miles to the south, but for all intents and purposes - it might as well be a world away.

A new house, new town, new neighbors, new surroundings and putting to rest my nearly seven years in Marion. I still work there, but having a significant commute to decompress everyday has advantages. Like, for example, rediscovering NPR. I used to work in public radio and was an avid listener forever, but then a 5 minute drive to work put a halt to listening significantly each day. The first drive to work on April 2nd was very satisfying, getting to listen to Morning Edition again. The drive for L didn't go as well, she was stopped for a ticky-tack traffic violation by a state patrolman (I, too, was stopped for the same violation a few weeks before).

Central Ohio weather radar on Tuesday, April 3rd

Also this week, on April 3rd, I marked my five year work anniversary. The folks at Marion Public Library are still trying to recover from my being there - I'm like the plague. Oh and to add to the fun renewal, the first full day of being a Delaware resident was on April Fools' Day, that night and through early Monday morning we received three inches of snow. On that Tuesday we had tornado warnings and enough rain to issue flood warnings and road closures. Apparently spring moved in, but winter has been well versed on squatter's rights and has taken every legal step in it's power to hang around for as long as it can.

The last couple of days in Marion (while packing for the move) were infiltrated by the echo of Bob & Whack Job next door complaining about my picking up the random trash in our community parking lot and along the sidewalk. This was something I did on my cool down after training runs everyday. "Who does he think he is?! Who does he think he's trying to impress?! That b*tch? Let me tell you, she doesn't care. It isn't even our trash!", were the variety of phrases whack job would spout with her sidekick Bob agreeing - adding fuel to the deranged tire fire taking place in her mind. I was able to determine later that the "b*tch" reference was referring to Alyssa, our landlord - who is actually quite pleasant.

The last complaint I remember hearing from those two was how I was drying clothes without the use of a dryer (amazing!). Our building's dryer had been on the fritz, but the apartments are heated by radiators we don't control, so they stay pretty warm & constant. This allows one to lay or hang wet clothes around and let them - get this - AIR DRY....BOOM! Holy cow, I don't know how folks were ever able to do laundry before the invention of machines or electricity. 

"I've seen him do laundry down there, but how he's using the dryer - I don't know. Something is going on or he's doing something to it, but he's screwing everyone else!", whack job spouted while, I imagine, sitting in her recliner with a Mountain Dew in hand and chronicling my daily life in her Manson-like manifesto written on the backs of receipts garnered from their many grocery shopping trips to "The" Rite Aid at the corner of Delaware Avenue and East Columbia.

Alas, they are still there, I have gone and all is right with the sane world again. As I breathe a sigh of relief, along comes the second installment of The Buck Fifty - the 150 mile, 24 hour, 10 person team relay race running through 4 state parks, a variety of back country roads, along the remnants of the Ohio & Erie Canal and through my historic hometown of Chillicothe, Ohio - Ohio's First Capital - involving 74 teams (there were 38 in 2017) from 21 states on Friday the 13th.

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Team Traffic Panthers (many of our members either work with the Ohio Department of Transportation ODOT  - Traffic - or we went to the same high school: Chillicothe Southeastern - the Panthers) was essentially the same team from the year with only a few changes tweaks & changes and we were hoping our experience and knowledge of the area could improve upon our 18th place finish in 2017. There was a discussion as to what relay placement (1 thru 10) each of us would take (with each placement running three separate routes), but to avoid making waves I decided to stay with the same placement as last year, number six - the first runner for van #2.

The week before, those of us in van #2 (Mike, Mark, Dave, Tom, Eric and I) discussed needs & details for Friday and Saturday via Facebook Messenger. Those discussions weren't always serious (names have been removed to protect the innocent):

*Maybe we should just run with a beer bottle in our hand like a baton.

*No...we need the beer holder hats with straws.

*Do they make a beer hat that holds a forty on both sides?

*Might as well. We can just mount the headlamp to that. 

*Hence..."Light" Beer

*Think they have a store that would overnight us five of them

*Bolt's on Watson Run maybe? 😉

*Or we could get camels backs and fill them up, would be easier to run with

*King Cobra Camel backs!

*Now we are talking

*So I'm in front of my classroom and my Apple Watch keeps dinging....I was thinking there must be a problem....I get back to all of you heathens.....there will be beer in the fridge in the basement....would suggest no more than one in between legs....good protein and carbs....although some of you probably have a tolerance that a sailor would be proud of.  I will have bagels, Gatorade (or other electrolyte drinks), water, eggs, sausage, cookies, etc. available at the house.  I will have water and electrolyte drinks in the vehicle.....along with some sort of bars (that would be protein bars.....not the type that some were referring to).

*Thanks Dad! 😉

*Don't make me stop this car........

*Geez, dad is such a pain in the ass sometimes.

*He never lets us have any fun

*Just know that disciplining you would hurt you more than it would me.....I think that is how it goes.

*What.....a.....crock....

^^^^^^^^
*So what’s does everyone want?

*A suicide of the Bud Light Clamato and Colt 45, Billy Dee Williams would approve.

*That sounds like a freaking nasty drink

*Rawr..!! 😉 Yeah it is!

...we discussed plenty of more serious things, but this is how our interactions took place.
Race week began with snow (AGAIN!) on Monday with the forecast having temperatures rise each day to the weekend. With Friday reaching 75 degrees, our Van #2 start at 11:15pm at Frankfort Adena High School would have acceptable conditions to work with. Van #1 (Dan, Gary, Sarah, Patricia, Chris and Josh) had the pleasure of starting us off at around 6:30pm.

Being 30 to 40 degrees warmer on our first leg

Hello old friend, we meet again.

when compared with last year, it was comforting not having to run with gloves, hats, thermals and what not. Getting the baton from teammate Patricia and breaking the seal for van #2 was exciting. The four mile route on country roads in the dead of night was all the more enjoyable with a clear sky and thousands of stars occupying the horizon. This kept your mind at an even keel as you casually searched in the dark distance for the faint blinking red taillights of competitors.

I did pass a fellow runner, ironically, at nearly the exact point of this same route as last year. I could see yet another, but they were too far in front to reach him or her before our first baton exchange. At the four mile mark I am at the chute, offer teammate Eric the baton and he's off at 11:48pm. I complete the 4.1 mile route in 26:46. It is now a van ride for the next couple of hours to finish our four other legs. Each baton exchange is it's own party. Music is playing, volunteers and competitors are cheering, a fire is going for additional warmth and refreshments are available as a variety of team vans arrive, congregate and leave as their runners come & go.

As Traffic Panthers van #2 awaits the arrival of teammate Tom at our first route's last leg, we mill about with hundreds of others as this is a van transition point for every team. Its around 3am and our van #1 arrives, half asleep and zombie like from the short nap they were able to take in. While hanging out, I run into Greg - a 2017 Traffic Panther who joined his sister's team this year - we wish each other good luck and go our separate ways.

2018's The Buck Fifty 150 Mile Team Relay Race Route

I smell a grill going, volunteers are cooking burgers and dogs. This would make up for the fact they have run out of coffee. I stand as close as I can to make sure I grab a burger, I'm starving and want something other than a Cliff Bar, banana or granola. I should have paid more attention as the grill master is cooking by the light of the headlamp in the dark - he, too, can only see so much. It tasted so good, but by the third bite it was noticeably more rare than I would have liked it to have been. Nevertheless, I scarfed it down - but did notice teammate Dave toss the bulk of his in the trash. Tom arrives, hands off to Sarah from van #1, we pile into van #2 and drive the 30 minutes to our home base (van driver Mike's house - he's known to us as "coach" for having been our high school track coach years ago and continues in that capacity today) for a short nap & food.

We have some real food provide by Mike's wife Amy and I down my traditional beer, then it is off to get some rest. Some slept - I just closed my eyes and relaxed. Then, 45 minutes later, the lights come on and everyone in their groggy state gathers their things and piles back into our van to head out to van exchange number two at Walnut Creek Campground. Once there, I climb out and begin loosening up for my second venture. The others try to continue napping.

It is still dark, but it is just light enough to know the sun will be popping out soon. I had to stand next to the fire here last year to ward off the chill, this year I'm minding my own business and visiting the port-a-john every five minutes due to the amount liquids I've consumed. I find that I'm a bit queasy, but figured it was just some nerves. Then I can feel my body wanting to rid itself of something, so I wander over to the opposite side of the nearby dumpster (away from everyone) and in the dark I upchuck some things - not much, but enough to notice (even in the dark) it is portions of a less than cooked hamburger. Dave had the right idea, I thought, a few hours ago. I grab some water and clear the taste out of my mouth and hear "Team 41!", bellowed by a race checkpoint volunteer. This is my cue indicating van #1 teammate Patricia is on the horizon. I steady myself and feel much better than I was just five minutes before, then she arrives, I retrieve the baton and I'm off for a second time. It is now around 6:20am.

Patricia, all-a-glow, handing off to me at Walnut Creek
campground. Leg 16 begins, moments after I 
blew some chunks.

Again, to keep my mind off running I take in the excellent view of the sun rising above the hills on the outskirts of Tar Hollow State Park as I navigate the six miles of small rolling hills along the hidden country roads. I can see competitors in the distance, their red taillights are faint as it is almost daylight. It is getting warmer and as I pass some runners, I simply stick out my hand and we high-five - we all need a little encouragement. The last quarter mile of the route is downhill in full sun and I've passed five competitors. I reach the checkpoint and pass the baton to Eric for a second time. I have covered the 6.01 miles in 41:08. I now get to ride through the dirt roads and hills of Tar Hollow for the next few hours.

What made it worthwhile was the next stop, Eric's finishing point and Mark's start. The shelter house checkpoint has a live Christian bluegrass band playing and they are fixing breakfast sandwiches on a griddle. I munch on a sausage, egg and cheese sandwich - but I am again annoyed that they have run out of coffee. The ongoing fire gave you the feeling of a late fall camping trip, minus the hundreds of runners and their transport vehicles.

At Southeastern High School, talking to Mike -
I will pass his house a few hours later atop Patton Hill. The
leg 20 to 21 exchange is behind us.

At Southeastern High School (my alma mater) we await the arrival of Tom with the folks from Traffic Panthers Van #1. While here many of us are chatting with a number of familiar faces and finally somebody has coffee still lingering around. I say "hi" to Mike & Marie, friends who have volunteered at this checkpoint. I alert them to the fact that my last leg would bypass their driveway and to be on the lookout for me. Tom arrives and exchanges the baton with Sarah. As van #1 leaves on their final journey through Scioto Trails State Park, we in van #2 get about 2 1/2 hours to chill out. It helped here to have Mike's house about fifteen minutes away from the high school as well as our next starting point. The time is around 10:30am and our projections indicate we are way ahead of our time from the year before.

At coach's house we eat some, I down my between races beer and some us shower. Following a teammate, I take a welcomed shower as well. Though, somehow, I as I get out there seems to be an inordinate amount of water on the floor. Trying to figure out where it came from, I noticed the toilet has overflowed and continues to slowly do so. Now this didn't turn out to be a huge deal and I did get ridiculed for this taking place, but with the amount of water that was spewed it had to have started prior to my occupation of the restroom. That's neither here, nor there...but I'm just stating a fact, sorry Mike and Amy. After this fiasco, I did get to rest and close my eyes for about 90 minutes before my inner alarm clock kicked in. My teammate gathered and we, again, pile into the van and head out to van transition number three, Open Door Church.

It is spitting rain and the radar indicates an oncoming downpour, though it would never arrive. Once

Passing Mike & Marie's driveway at the
summit of Patton Hill.

there, I again get out to loosen up and visit my port-a-john friend in the intermittent sprinkles. Shortly thereafter, van #1 rolls in and like clockwork - about 20 minutes later Patricia make her way in and hands off to me and the final stretch begins at around 3:15pm. This leg is a gauntlet of continuous climbing and plateauing for about six miles before a mile of relief at the end of Patton Hill. The key is to keep your head down and keep moving until the last mile, then you can let it all hangout.

And it was just like I remembered from the year before, keeping my general pace I start passing competitors, overtaking seven total along the way. One girl I pass says to me, after we high-five, "I think this is the second time you've passed me today!" This is just one of the many quirks you will find with this race, the farther along you go - the closer together you become.

At the summit, I see some folks hanging out at the end of their driveway, it is Mike & Marie and their family. I gather enough breath to yell their last name to signify my arrival. They jump into action and offer some encouragement (they just missed my passing this location the year before) and paving the way for the start of the downhill. On the descent, my shoe becomes untied but I'm in such relief of having completed the uphill portion I ignore it. A mile later, I see checkpoint 27 and Eric patiently waiting. My appearance officially represents our team's return to Chillicothe proper. Sweating profusely in the warm & humid atmosphere,I pass the baton and slow to a walk, relieved my 17 miles are finished. I have covered the 6.61 miles and 784 feet of elevation in 48:45.

Our van finishes by navigating the streets of Chillicothe, around the Adena Mansion (the historic home of the Father of Ohio, Thomas Worthington) and to the finish line at Ohio University-Chillicothe where we meet up with van #1 and cross the same line - as a team - where we began less than 24 hours and 150 miles ago. Our goal was not only to finish, but to beat our time from last year. And arriving at about 6:20pm on Saturday officially completed both of those tasks. We receive our finisher's medals and box of Crispie Creme finisher's donuts.

Team Traffic Panthers at the finish of 2018's Buck Fifty Race

I drive home in an exhausted trance, but was welcome by L and a spread of a homemade dinner of proteins galore - FULLY COOKED proteins to be exact. Ten hours later, I wake up on Sunday morning with every muscle from my neck to my feet tender and sore. Breakfast was another around of carbs and proteins provided by L. Sunday is when the rains finally came, it either poured or drizzled all day long. Thankfully, it delayed it's arrival on Friday and Saturday. We, of course, have begun discussing next year's event. If you thought year two was eventful, I can only imagine what year three of The Buck Fifty would bring. We had 38 teams in 2017, then 74 in 2018...we could see well over triple digits in 2019, but we have time to relax before that takes place on April 12th & 13th next year.

Teammate Gary has already put the rest of us to shame. Just like last year, the Sunday after The Buck Fifty, he again ran the Athens Half Marathon and did it in 1:31:00, finishing 19th - there is a reason nobody likes this guy. Oh, and - just like last year - says he would not do again...we know he is a liar.

19th out of 73 teams,
69 of whom finished

Our captain, Mark (the dude who skipped out last year for the cruise), sent all of us this message on Tuesday morning (3 days later) after we discussed possible changes for 2019: "Woke up 1:30 in the morning eyes wide awake. Why did I arise from my slumber? Was I stressed about work? Do I have things that need done with the family? No, not awake because of that. Awake because I am thinking about the logistics of if we switch Vans, where do we sleep? What time will I start and end? Etc. Holy! Still have a freaking year. What did you all talk me into?" 

I believe it was the poet Walt Whitman who wrote, "O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won...", and welcome to the pain the rest of us have experienced for the past year, Captain Mark!

When all was said and done, the Traffic Panthers finished 19th out of the 73 teams who took part (69 of those teams were able to finish). We were 45 minutes faster than in 2017 and were under the 24 hour designation by nearly 9 minutes. One heck of an improvement and an even better experience, if I don't say so myself.

So, The Buck Fifty Year #2 is complete and we can only expect an even bigger event next year. And to tell you a bit of a secret, keep an eye for an article in Runner's World in the very near future - (CLICK HERE TO READ THE ARTICLE) With that said, I will be continuing last summer's effort to break the half marathon seal (which was successfully accomplished), I hope to include a few more those 13.1 milers in this summer's 40 & Running tour. The first one takes place in two weeks at the 15th installment of the OhioHealth Capital City Half Marathon in Columbus, Ohio with Gary and few others. Number two will more than likely be in my new city of residence (Delaware, Ohio) at the New Moon Half Marathon with a few Traffic Panthers. I get to cheat a little here as I get to practice on the race route daily (it actually circles the block I live on now).

My first three attempts at the half (with a goal of 1:30:00) didn't go exactly as planned. My initial half marathon event last September was cancelled two days before and I had to scramble to find one at the last second ON THAT DAY - and melted in the sweltering sun and heat in Celina, Ohio: 1:39:40 (Grand Lake Half). Attempt number two was three weeks later and recovering from a calf strain, only to have it re-ignite at mile ten in Columbus: 1:37:06 (Nationwide Children's Columbus Half).

Then this past January, number three had us navigate a poorly marked biking/hiking trail in the snow, ice and negative degree temperatures in southwest Columbus which saw myself and others take a wrong turn and run 13.94 miles instead: 1:36:31 (Brokeman's Running Winter Warm Up). If you subtract the addition mile there, my 13.1 finish was 1:30:28. So if you follow the progression, and barring additional weirdness, I am on the cusp of reaching the 90 minute half marathon goal - but don't hold your breathe.

As you can see, it has been a roller coaster...but everyone loves an aggressive thrill ride...and it is getting weirder everyday.... and I think the rest of Team Traffic Panthers - Mike, Dan, Sarah, Patricia, Gary, Tom, Dave, Chris, Josh, Eric and Mark - would agree...

Bleachers – Rollercoaster

It was summer when I saw your face

But like a teenage runaway

Oh god I never thought we'd take it that far

Some killer queen you are

Now I'm running and I can't stop anywhere I go

I think about it everyday and night I can't let go

Man, I'm never the same

We were shot gun lovers I was shot gun running away

So come a little closer

There was something I could tell ya

You were such a rollercoaster

And a killer queen you are

Rollercoaster, I don't say no

Rollercoaster, when you don't say no

And it's such a rollercoaster

Some killer queen you are

We took the bones out from the road

Those endless nights that we traveled we stole

You let your clothes fall to the floor

And lit a fire while I waited for more

Now I'm running and I won't stop I don't wanna go

I think…

Photo spread courtesy of Team Traffic Panthers 2018. 

For photos from around The Buck Fifty, find the Buck Fifty Runners Group on Facebook

April Fool's night at the new place, the front yard.

April Fool's morning at the new place, the backyard.

Traffic Panthers Van #1: awake for 24 hours - obviously.

Traffic Panthers Van #2: Before we began

Taking the baton from Patricia on my
last leg (#26) - Patton Hill awaits.

Along the Tar Hallow skyline - waiting for Mark to
hand off to Dave.

The view from the leg 18 to 19 exchange.

Traffic Panthers Van #2

Refreshment between routes

Southeastern High School - van transition point #2

The view from the leg 19 to 20 exchange

Self explanatory...

...ditto

Teammate Tom (left) and Eric (middle) & navigator Mike's
hand (right) awaiting the arrival of Mark.

L gave me a pre-race SWAG bag complete with a "Kick
Some Butt" card made out of a "Thank You" card - genius.

Buck Fifty T-shirt, Finisher's Medal
and race bib: Team 41, Runner 6

and Team Traffic Panthers t-shirt 
front.

My Team Traffic Panthers T-shirt
 back...

Team Traffic Panther's joining Tom
and crossing the finish line as a team

Yours truly, patiently waiting to
get back at it.