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Stockholm Half Marathon

In June of 2022, my wife and I decided to sign up for the Stockholm Half Marathon scheduled for September 17th. This would be our first half marathon since the Cowtown Half Marathon in Fort Worth, Texas in May of 2021 and just our third race since we moved to Stockholm in August of 2021. After a year of easy running around Stockholm, I was ready to get serious and follow a plan built for speed.

Half Marathon Training

Using my Runner’s World plus membership, I downloaded a 10-week sub-2 hour plan for my wife Lynn and both a 1:45 and a 1:30 10 week plan for myself. Having run a 1:37 half in February 2021, I decided that would be my goal for Stockholm. The main difference between my two plans was the pace of the runs on interval days, so I selected a pace about halfway between the two plans.

Starting 10 weeks out from the race, Day 1 of our half marathon training was on July 11th. We were on our home trip back to Texas for the month of July and it was hot! Since we had moved from Chicago to the Dallas area in 2013, we had never experienced such a prolonged period of heat with daytime temperatures consistently over 100 degrees. One day the temperature even peaked at 108. Our runs started before sunrise, but the temperature was still above 80 degrees and humid.

Training went very well the first week and Lynn and I took a side trip to visit our oldest daughter who was interning for a company in Allentown, PA. Looking for a place to do our long run, we found Lehigh Valley Parkway which had beautiful trails that weaved through towering trees. We enjoyed the cooler weather in Pennsylvania and kept our training on track during the trip.

Lehigh Valley Parkway, Stockholm Half Marathon, Marathon Training — Lehigh Valley Parkway

Injury!

The second week of training, however, is where the wheels came off for me. During my cool down after my second track session I felt discomfort in my right achilles tendon. I finished my 2-mile cool down, but when I got home, I was walking gingerly. Still, I was hopeful that I would bounce back after a day off.

On Saturday, on our club run with the Prosper Running Club, my achilles tendon was quite tight and at mile 4 of our 8-mile run I felt a sharp pain and had to stop. After convincing my running mates to continue without me, I ran/walked, mostly walking, back to my car. Finding my phone, I went online and much to my chagrin, found that achilles injuries could take anywhere from 2 to 8 weeks to fully heal depending on the severity of the injury. It was time to rest right after I started to ramp up training.

Maybe it’s the wisdom of 20 years of running, or maybe it was fear of a serious injury that would jeopardize our European family vacation in August, but I didn’t run again for two weeks. We returned to Sweden on August 1st, bringing our son and youngest daughter with. Our oldest daughter would arrive a week later after her internship concluded at which point, we would travel around Western Europe. On August 5th I joined my wife on her interval run. We ended up running 7 miles including warm up and cool down, and following my wife’s pace, I felt fine.

I had been excited about running around Lake Brunnsviken with my son since we made his travel plans. The lake is about 8 miles around with crushed gravel trails and mostly shaded by trees. It’s one of my favorite places to run in Stockholm and only half a mile north of where we live. Having run with my wife successfully the day before, my son and I ventured out on Saturday at a faster pace. Unfortunately, I felt the tightness again and around the halfway point I urged my son to run ahead. At mile 6, the sharp pain started again, and I walked and limped the rest of the way home. I guess I needed more than 2 weeks to heal and probably should not have entertained back-to-back speed work and a long run.

Lake Brunnsviken Run, Half Marathon Training, Run Training — Lake Brunnsviken Run in Stockholm with my son

I decided to stick to walking for another two weeks as we started our European tour. I won’t go into all the details here, but the 6 of us (my eldest daughter’s boyfriend came with us) had a fabulous time visiting Munich, Lucerne, the Black Forest, Nancy France, Paris, Normandy, and Amsterdam. While I didn’t run, I did average over 20,000 steps per day which I hoped would preserve some level of my fitness. During the entire trip, my achilles felt good.

On August 20th, after my older 2 children returned to Texas for school, I joined my wife for her 10 mile long run at about 9 minute per mile pace. My achilles tendon felt good, and I was back in business. Or so I thought.

On Tuesday, I got up early to put in 4 easy miles before work and only made it half a block before stabbing pain from my achilles stopped me in my tracks. Frustrated, I walked a mile to get some exercise in and then returned home. Now I was a little angry as well as frustrated so after work, I decided to try again. My daughter has archery practice on Tuesday evenings about 3 miles away from our apartment so while my wife and daughter take the bus, I liked to run over. I have a bit of a stubborn streak, so even though I felt stabbing pain, I managed to run 2 miles before finally shutting it down and walking the rest of the way. I resolved not to run again until race day which was about 3 1/2 weeks away.

A New Training Plan

Meanwhile, my wife was following her plan to a T, even though she missed a few days on her training plan while we were on vacation, she made up for it when we got back. I was concerned that double the speed work per week would lead to injury for her, but she managed to stay strong and healthy. To keep Lynn company on Sunday long runs, I rented a bike and pedaled by her side.

Stockholm Half Marathon Race Day

Pre-race rain, Stockholm race — Some pre-race rain

After almost a month of not running, I laced up on Saturday, September 17th determined to run the Stockholm Half Marathon with Lynn to the finish. Based on her training plan I was sure that Lynn could maintain 9 minute per mile pace. This would have her to finish around 1 hour and 58 minutes, keeping with her goal of under 2 hours. I figured I still had enough fitness to keep up with her barring further injury. In the end I did not feel any effects of the lingering achilles injury, but how did I do?

In coach mode, I suggested to Lynn that we take the first mile slightly slower than race pace and ease into the run. The plan was to run the first mile around 9:10 pace. Instead, we ran the first mile in 8:51. I was feeling great, but I worried that Lynn might be pushing too hard.

The 2nd mile we completed in 8:24, followed by 8:33. Throughout miles 2 to 7, Lynn averaged 8:28 per mile. I was worrying that she wouldn’t have enough for the 2nd half.

Somewhere in the 8th mile, volunteers were handing out bananas and Lynn started to fall behind. Ah, I thought, now it’s time to slow down, but 30 seconds later she was back by my side to tell me she just slowed down to eat. As she pushed ahead, I was impressed with her determination and conditioning and started to wonder if I could keep up.

After a steep downhill in mile 9 where Lynn raced ahead with seeming ease, I caught back up on the flat. She kept pushing at mile 10, while my legs started to feel like jelly. I encouraged her to go on without me and started to drop back. As I continued, somewhat close behind her for another half mile, but after a brief walk at a water station, I could no longer see her in the distance.

I prefer the half marathon distance to the marathon, because I never have hit the wall in the half. Usually after mile 20 in the marathon, it’s a long mental struggle of moving one foot in front of the other. In the Stockholm Half Marathon, the last couple of miles became a battle of attrition. With my wife somewhere up ahead of me, I pushed on averaging over 9-minute pace per mile over the last 5K. My achilles tendon was fine, but I just had nothing left in my legs and I felt a bit lightheaded. I worried about being caught by the 2-hour pace group. I pushed on though because I wanted to get to the finish to see how Lynn had finished.

Post-run, Stockholm Run — A proud finish to the Stockholm Half Marathon

The Results

I ended up with an official chip time of 1:55:39, and I walked through the finish area, accepting my medal and a bottled water before finding Lynn. She had done fantastic, keeping up the pace through the end to finish in 1:53:06! She had come into the race hoping to average 9:00 per mile but ended up averaging 8:38 per mile. I was extremely proud of her, and I was also glad to have finished the race without aggravating my injury. Next up for both of us is a 10K on November 5th, and I told her I’m gunning for her. Unless of course, I manage to injure myself again in the process.

We finished the Stockholm Half Marathon, Half Marathon — We finished the Stockholm Half Marathon!

Run Results, Stockholm Run — The Results!

Post Run Celebration — Post Run Celebrating

My First Half Marathon

Four weeks after successfully running my first sub-20-minute 5K and beating my younger brother in the process, on a whim, I decided to run my first half marathon. I didn’t have a training plan, and I had never run more than 8 miles before. However, I was in peak physical condition, and I was running about 20 miles per week. How hard could it be to run a 13.1-mile half marathon in a race environment?

I had been sharing my newfound love of running with my co-workers and detailing my recent success at the 5K when one of my colleagues suggested that I run a local half marathon coming up that Saturday that he had signed up for. It was a Thursday when he told me about the race and even though there was little notice and no time to prepare, the idea intrigued me. Maybe I was a long-distance runner. Even though I did not have a training plan and only two days to go before the event, I signed up right away and began to work on my racing plan.

I had not yet discovered online race predictor calculators which I’ll discuss in detail in a future post, but I did have some training baseline to consider. I had just run a 19:49 5k which at 3.1 miles meant that I had averaged 6 minutes and 24 seconds per mile. I had regular weekly mileage of about 20 to 25 miles per week on my legs, and I had just run 8 miles in 60 minutes during a hard training session which meant I had run 7 minute 30 seconds per mile over that distance. Based on these data points I figured that I should be able to run sub 8-minute miles over the duration of a half marathon. 8-minute miles over the course of 13.1 miles is just under 1 hour and 45 minutes which sounded like a nice round number and became my goal.

It turns out that my co-worker had the same time goal, so we met up on race morning in St. Charles, Illinois on June 6th, 2004, and ran together at the start. St. Charles is an affluent suburb about 40 miles west of Chicago and is situated in the Fox River valley. The course was point to point starting on the east side of St. Charles at a local mall and ended on the west side of the town on the other side of the valley. That’s right, located in a river valley, downtown St. Charles is at river level while each side of town is quite a bit higher. The elevation difference is about 100 feet or the equivalent of a ten-story building. While the first half of the race would wind down to the river, the second half would be uphill! Not an ideal situation for a first-time half marathon with little to no preparation.

As the race began, my co-worker stayed with me for about the first half mile as I settled into my pace, and he quickly fell behind. This was still before I bought my first Garmin running watch, so I only had the mile markers on the course to guide me. I don’t have a log unfortunately of my mile split times, but I do know that I managed to keep every mile under 8 minutes, and I never pushed too hard. It was my first time attempting this long of a distance, and I didn’t have super high expectations, so I really enjoyed the race and even managed to keep my speed up in the 2nd half of the race as we climbed out of the river valley. The best part of the course was that after climbing completely out of the valley around mile 12 we headed back down to the downtown area which made for a very nice and fast finishing mile.

When all was said and done, I finished in 1 hour 41 minutes and 37 seconds with an average pace of 7 minutes and 45 seconds per mile. I was ecstatic! I decided I was a long-distance runner and signed up shortly after for another half marathon scheduled for September. I found a 12-week training plan at Runner’s World and set out to get fast!

The Apple Blossom 5K – Part 2

At the beginning of 2004 I resolved to run a 5K under 20 minutes and to also finish ahead of my younger brother while doing so. I circled May 8th, 2004 on my calendar which was the date of the Apple Blossom 5K in Bartlett, Illinois. This would be only my second race having run my first 5K on the same course in 2003 as I wrote about in my last post. At my inaugural 5K, my brother had served as my pacer and motivator. He would still be my motivation in 2004, but this time I wanted him to eat my dust while aiming to take more than 5 minutes off my 5K PR.

I’ve always been competitive and maybe that was a result of having only one other sibling. That said, my brother and I had our own niches as we grew up. We both loved sports, but I was more drawn to tennis and marching band, while my brother was good at baseball, basketball, and exceptional at running. His mile time of 4:24, 2 mile of 9:28, and 5K of 15:30 put him in the elite tier of cross country and track runners in the state of Illinois. So, when I say I wanted to leave him in the dust, let’s say that I knew that was a stretch goal. 12 years had passed since he graduated from high school, but I had no doubt he would find his speed once he accepted my challenge.

We both signed up for the May race and began our training in February. We never ran together, but in addition to logging our weekly easy run mileage we both agreed to run a simulated 5K time trial every Saturday to gauge how we were improving. This served as our speed work and also for me was a barometer both for whether I was on track to break the 20 minutes barrier and how I was measuring up to my competition.

February and March can be quite cold in Chicago, as well as snowy and slippery outside, so our weekly 5K time trials were performed indoors on treadmills. I had purchased my first treadmill around Christmas and my brother was using one at Lifetime Fitness where he was a member. I’ll have a future post about treadmills or what many in the running community refer to as dreadmills, but for me, as long as I have a TV in front of me, I can literally run for hours on a treadmill. I had read in Runner’s World that in order to account for the lack of wind resistance on a treadmill, you should keep the incline set to 1.5%, so I made sure to do that for all of my indoor running.

In the weeks leading up to the May 8th race, my brother would run his time trial and I would run my time trial and then we would compare notes. Every week, I would improve by about 30 seconds, but every week, my time trial would be about 1 minute slower than my brother’s. It was quite uncanny. We both improved by the same amount week after week, but I stayed about the same distance behind him. I kept in mind that he was a seasoned veteran with an established track record (pun intended) while I was a relative newbie and that finishing ahead of him was truly a stretch goal. My main objective really was to break the 20 minute barrier, and I could feel myself getting closer. In fact, the week before the race my 5K time trial on my treadmill at home was just under 20 minutes, and yes my brother again was about a minute faster than I was. The question though was whether road racing would be the same or harder as running on the treadmill.

On May 8th, 2004, the weather definitely cooperated with us. The temperature was in the 50s, the sun was out, and there was just a light breeze. It was a great day for a race. I had not yet purchased a garmin watch, but the course was marked at each mile which also included a timing clock so I would have a good sense of how fast I was going only after the first mile. The butterflies I felt were very strong and my adrenaline was at its peak as the gun went off to start the race. I would later read in Runner’s World that it’s a common mistake to go out too fast in a 5K race as everyone’s collective pent-up energy is let loose, but I had not read that warning yet and without a GPS to guide me I fell victim to a very fast start and my brother was right there with me.

I had formulated a race plan based on my sub 20 minute goal and my time trials on the treadmill. In order to run a 5K which is 3.1 miles, you need to keep an average pace of about 6 minutes and 27 seconds per mile. In my trials, I had found that I could run about 5 seconds faster than that pace in the first mile, take it easier in the 2nd mile running about 5 seconds slower than 5K goal pace, and then pushing hard for the third mile and really going hard for that last tenth of a mile. The key would be not to go out too fast and burning out.

My brother and I were running side by side for that first mile, and I started to get this feeling in the pit of my stomach that warned me that I was going too fast. Sure enough, as we turned a corner on that neighborhood course, and the first mile marker came into view I could see why. We crossed that first mile in 5 minutes and 50 seconds! That was 30 seconds faster than I had planned to run the first mile. I knew there was no way I could keep that pace for another 2.1 miles, so I backed off a bit. My brother must have been feeling some discomfort as well because he dropped behind me after the first mile no longer at my side.

During the second mile I was still pushing, but I was also making sure that the feeling in the pit of my stomach stayed at bay. I kept to my strategy of the second mile being the easiest and made sure I would have some reserves in the tank for the final 1.1 miles. I didn’t dare to look behind me for my brother but just imagined that he was playing with me and would surge at any moment. As I crossed the 2 mile mark the clock showed 12 minutes and 50 seconds. I had now run a 7 minute second mile, but I was still on track for my goal of breaking 20 minutes as my average pace was 6 minutes and 25 seconds for the first two miles which was still 2 seconds ahead of my goal pace. Now the question in my mind was whether I could speed back up in the last mile and finish strong.

During the third mile I pushed harder. I continued to run imagining the whole time that my brother was right behind me and about to overtake me. The year before, he was there at my side encouraging me at my first 5K race as I worked to reach my goal of breaking 25 minutes in the 5K. This year, in that third mile, while I didn’t see him, I imagined him on my heels ready to get the last laugh in our sibling rivalry as he passed me at the finish. The thought kept me going and pushing. The feeling in the pit of my stomach had gone away as I slowed during the second mile and even as I turned up the speed during the third mile the feeling did not return. If I was pacing correctly, I had a good chance of reaching my objective and running under 20 minutes.

As I hit the third mile marker there wasn’t a clock, so I just turned up the speed knowing there was only a tenth of a mile left to go. I was sure that my brother was about to turn it up as well and would pass me at any moment. I was running frantically and somewhat fearfully as if an attacker was just behind me. The finish line came into view, and I gave it all I had. I saw the clock at the finish and felt a sense of elation as it grew nearer and realized that I was going to reach the finish before the clock turned to 20:00. In fact, I crossed the finish line in 19 minutes and 49 seconds, and then I quickly turned around to look for my brother, but I didn’t see him.

I wound about waiting for about one and a half minutes before he crossed the finish line finishing with a time just over 21 minutes. It turns out that first mile did hit him hard too, and he wasn’t able to recover. Still, I was a bit puzzled about how this result had happened. Sure, I was definitely excited that I had broken the 20 minute barrier and had run faster than my brother in the process. What about all those time trials though that we had run leading up to the race where he was always one minute faster than I was even as we both improved week after week? Sure, it could have been the fact that you never know how you will feel on race day, but I had this feeling there was another reason.

I don’t remember now if it was that day that I talked to my brother about the treadmills or whether it was sometime shortly after the race, but I did ask him some details about his treadmill training as a hypothesis formed in my mind. I mentioned above that I always ran on a 1.5% incline on my treadmill to simulate wind resistance. I asked my brother what incline he ran his time trials on at his gym and his response was that he ran at 0% incline. That had to be it! Regardless, I had won the race between the two of us. Never in my years of running have I even come close to the fast times that my brother has run. At my age now, I’m past my peak and never will, but for one day in 2004 I was a little bit faster than he was, and more importantly for me, I broke the 20 minute barrier for the 5K.

The Apple Blossom 5K – Part 1

In 2003, the same year that I started running regularly, I signed up for my first 5K race. My goal was to run under 25 minutes which is a pace of about 8 minute per mile, and my younger brother who was a standout runner in high school agreed to pace me. My brother had some incredible 5K running talent which I’ve mentioned before, but I’ll come back to that in another post.

The race started at the community center in Bartlett, Illinois and the very flat course wound through the neighborhood roads that I also trained on. You could say that I was on my home course. This helped me mentally as I hadn’t run a race since my attempt at cross country in 8th grade. While my 8th grade experience wasn’t very fruitful from a speed standpoint as I’ve previously mentioned, I think that experience is when the running seed was planted that would take another 15 plus years to grow. Fast forward to 2003 and not only did I have a 5K planned, but I had a time goal as well.

It seems funny to me now, but I had some serious pre-race jitters due in part to my competitive nature and desire to hit my under 25 minutes goal. It definitely helped having my brother there as my pacer and he encouraged me throughout the race. This was prior to my first Garmin watch purchase, and while I had a digital watch with a stopwatch, I really didn’t know how fast I was going until I got to each mile marker so having a pacer was a great help.

I don’t remember too much about the specifics of the race, but I do know that I finished just under 25 minutes and was very happy to have met my goal. Unfortuanetly I didn’t save my offical results and haven’t been able to find them now searching back. However, there is a great website for runners called Athlinks that scours the interet for race results, and if you sign up for their service you can “claim” your results. So I have a pretty good archived history starting in 2004 of many of the races that I have run over the years with the distance, time, pace and the place I finished overall and in my class or age group. All that said, I now had my first 5K race under my belt, and as I continued to train that year two new goals popped into my head. I decided that I wanted to be able to run a 5K in under 20 minutes, and I wanted to beat my brother at the same race in 2004. Check out part 2 of the Apple Blossom 5K to see whether I was succesful.

About

Hi All! I’m Business Controller by day and a runner by night and this is my website where I’ll capture my adventures in running. I first started running regularly in 2002 while in my early thirties as a way to stay in shape. I often say that I’m running from the shadow of my grandfather who died of a massive heart attack while visiting my home when I was only 11 years old. This has motivated me to train consistently and over the years I’ve run more races than I can count from the 5K to the marathon. Along the way, I’ve had some interesting experiences. From funny, to motivational, to informational, to sad, I hope that you will enjoy the stories that I have to share and that you too are inspired to hit the road.