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MOUNT DORA HALF MARATHON - December 22, 2019

It’s the most wonderful time of the year.  Glenda’s birthday, our anniversary, the holidays, and of course…the Mount Dora Half Marathon.

I am a big fan of this race.  I’ve participated all eight years, and I absolutely love the course. Glenda and I left around noon on Friday, with Rachel declining our invitation to tag along this year.  Friday was our anniversary (38 years), and I’m sure “G$” would have had other plans for the weekend.  The cottage we usually stay in at the

Historic Mount Dora Inn

was taken, so Melanie put us in the “Tin-Roof” cottage.  It’s a two-story building, which meant we would have to schlep all of our bags up a flight of stairs.  That notwithstanding, it was extremely nice, and we kept the windows open the whole time.  The temperature was predicted to be in the high-sixties/low-seventies for most of the weekend, with very little rain…except for race time.  Based on all forecasts, there was a good chance I could be running in a monsoon.  In fact, the race sent out emails earlier in the week preparing us for the soggy conditions.  I’ve run in the rain before, and was not going to let this “dampen” my fun (see what I just did there?).  We stopped by

The Cellar Door Tasting Room & Wine Bar

for an anniversary drink, and then supper at the

Goblin Market

.  We haven’t eaten there in about five years, mostly because it’s tough to get reservations, and the youngins don’t really dig the menu.  We sat outside, and took advantage of the cooler temperatures.  We then walked around to check out the lights, which are truly second to none.

  The one real drawback to coming to Mount Dora is that there isn’t much to do locally.  This year, Glenda and I were determined to make the most out of our Saturday afternoon.  After deciding on the local flea market and antique mall, Melanie suggested we visit Blue Spring State Park.  Since I’m very much into the “great outdoors,” this was a no-brainer for me.  On the other hand, Glenda needed a little more convincing.  We did our usual brunch at

One Flight Up

, where I solicited the opinions of as many people as I could.  They all have very favorable feedback of the park, and I think I was starting to sway Glenda.  We then walked across the street to

Donnelly Park

to pick up my race packet.  I had a long conversation with the race director Vicky (who is super-nice) about how this race has not succumbed to big corporations trying to take over the management of the event; this gave me even more appreciation of her hard work in keeping this a first-class event.  I told her that I would be running in my Hanukkah shirt, and may be the only Jewish person in the race.  Vicky quickly reminded me that she was Jewish, and there were 50 families who are members of the

Traditional Congregation of Mount Dora

(she was actually missing services to work the expo).  She then introduced us to legendary marathon great

Bill Rogers,

who is a regular at this race.   It was now time to hit the road, and make our way to our outdoor adventure.

Blue Spring State Park

is a state park located west of Orange City. Activities include canoeing, SCUBA diving, kayaking, fishing, camping, hiking, wildlife watching, and swimming. The spring in the Park (Volusia Blue Spring) is the largest on the St. Johns River. Thanks to its relatively warm temperature of 73°, the spring attracts many Florida manatees during the winter months.  Believe it or not, I have never seen a manatee out in the wild; since it was manatee season, the park was closed to all water activities (not that we would partake in any of them).  It was about a 45-minute drive, and the park was not crowded at all.  We walked along the boardwalk, and were able to see a good number of manatees.  The weather was great, and I could tell that Glenda was glad she let me impose my will on her.  Back in Mount Dora, we did some shopping, and then did an early supper at

The Frog and Monkey

.  This was a first for us, as our usual spots had too long of a wait.  It had not started to rain yet, but if you looked at the radar, you could see the impending doom.  Since we slept with the windows open, I could hear the rain starting to come down around 1am.  I didn’t sleep much that night, and the rain never stopped.

       As my alarm sounded at 5am, it was still raining.  Not hard, but enough to consider breaking out the poncho.  The plan was to wear the poncho before the start of the race, and maybe take if off once the race started (weather permitting).  The starting line is only 5 minutes from the cottage, so it would truly be a race-time decision.  As I started to walk over, the rain had totally stopped.  It was truly a holiday miracle!  I had not taken my poncho out of the package yet, so I stuffed it in my pocket, just in case. 

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took to the starting line, which was 44 less that last year.  Considering the forecast, I would say that was a win.  Apparently, I was not the only Jewish person entered in this race, as my Hanukkah shirt attracted many others of the same religion.  Once the gun sounded, it started to rain again.  Since it rained all night, the course was wet, but there were no puddles.  I was a little winded in the beginning, but nothing too serious.  I don’t particularly like wearing a hat when I run, but it was necessary.  The rain was constant for most of the race, but only sprinkles.  The inclement weather kept the sun at bay, but I wish it were a bit cooler.  I was running very strong, and really enjoying the sights.

  As I reached the ten-mile turnaround, there were three things that were glaringly obvious: First, there were a lot of runners behind me (which was great for my ego).  Second, I was definitely going to finish under three hours!  Third, the rain had totally stopped.  With a little more than one mile to go, the three-hour pace group caught up to me.  I looked at them and said…

NOT SO FAST MY FRIEND

, and pulled away from the pack.  I crossed the finish line with time to spare, and Glenda was there to snap some photos.  The finisher medal was very nice, and totally different every year (which I totally appreciate).

       This was arguably the most enjoyable Mount Dora weekend ever.  Next year, the race is actually on our anniversary.  I can’t think of a better way to celebrate...

...I’m sure Glenda can.

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MAYBERRY HALF MARATHON - November 16. 2019

Sheriff Andy Taylor: Anybody here know why these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace. I now pronounce you man... Opie Taylor: I know why they shouldn't be married. Sheriff Andy Taylor: Opie, what're you tryin' to do? Opie Taylor: I'm speakin' now so's I won't have to forever hold my peace. Deputy Barney Fife: You're not supposed to speak.

Opie Taylor: Then why did he ask?

— Opie Taylor (Ron Howard), The Andy Griffith Show, season 1: The New Housekeeper

Mount Airy is a city in Surry County, North Carolina. The town is widely known as the home of actor Andy Griffith. The town is believed to have been the basis for Mayberry, the setting of the TV shows The Andy Griffith Show and Mayberry RFD. The community holds an annual "Mayberry Days" celebration during the last weekend of September. Three Ford Galaxie police cars, painted to resemble those used on the show, give rides to tourists; a barber shop has been named "Floyd's."  The Andy Griffith Museum, founded in 2009 by Emmett Forrest, attracts 200 visitors a day. The 2,500-square-feet museum, located half a mile from Griffith's childhood home, houses the world's largest collection of Andy Griffith memorabilia.

At this point, you may be asking yourself why in tarnation am I going on about this in a running blog? If you don’t know by now, the Andy Griffith Show is my all-time favorite; the fact that there is actually a Mayberry Half Marathon is incentive enough for me to enter.  That fact that Elaine lives very close to Mount Airy (and has run this race before), is just icing on Aunt Bee’s cake.  The Gators usually play a home game the same weekend as the race; this year the game was away, so I was excited to enter.  I’ve been to Mount Airy many years ago, and remember just how charming the town was.  I really never thought I would have an excuse for another visit. Elaine and Joe graciously offered to let me stay with them, so I flew up on Thursday.  Other than the fact that this would only be my third race outside the Sunshine State, the weather would be much colder than this Florida boy was used to.  Once off the plane, I was greeted with temperatures in the forties.  Joe picked me up from the airport, which was almost an hour from their home.

Our first stop on Friday was to Salvation Coffee Co.  The place (owned and run by Jim Young) is geared towards a more mature crowd, including veterans, although anyone, of course, is welcome — including hipsters. He wants it to be a place where people can come in, relax, enjoy good music and, of course, a good cup of coffee.  It was a really good cup of coffee (especially on a cold day), and I struck up a conversation about comic books with a guy who was a bigger geek than me (hard to believe).  After an enjoyable lunch at Mediterranean Grill, our next stop was to a running store in Chapel Hill called FleetFeet.  They had more apparel than shoes, but I was able to score a pair of gray running shorts (I’ve been looking for that color for a long time).  We than drove around Elon University, which is pretty close to where Elaine and Joe live. I of course had to stop in the bookstore to buy a jacket; you just can’t have too many of them when you live in South Florida.  Elaine made a delicious supper, and I went to bed pretty early.

The race time was Saturday at 8am, but Elaine and Joe live around 90 minutes from the starting line.  We were out the door around 5am, and picked up our race packets around 6:30am.  The race shirts were very nice, and the volunteers were even nicer.  With the temperature around 34°, we sat in the car most of the time.  Joe had registered for the run, but had recently been having knee issues; he was there for moral support.  399 runners took their mark on the main street of “Mayberry,” led by a Mayberry Sheriff Department police car from the show.  We ran through downtown for the first half mile, and then into a park.  Most of the race was on a concrete trail, with a river alongside of us.  The course was an out-and-back, and very flat.  With so few runners (and me being extremely slow), Elaine and I did not see many other participants, especially on the way back. The weather was delightful, with virtually no wind the entire race.  The scenery was exceptional, and I felt great the entire time.  The good news is that we did not finish last, as there were ten runners behind us.  I appreciate the fact that Elaine prioritized running with me over her finishing time, as she is much faster than I am (what a surprise).  Joe was waiting for us at the finish line, and snapped a few photos.  The medal was nice, as it was shaped like a sheriff’s badge (I’d expect nothing less).  We walked around town for a bit, ate lunch, drove home, and watched the Gators destroy Missouri.  The perfect end to a perfect day.  I flew home the next day, and back into eighty-degree temperature.  Talk about a reality check!

   I enjoyed this race very much, but would not necessary recommend it as a destination race.

That is of course…unless your close friends are part of the destination.

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CORAL SPRINGS HALF MARATHON - 03-30-2013

It only took 17 years, but they finally put a half marathon in my own backyard. To celebrate the 50th anniversary of the city of Coral Springs, the planning committee decided to add a half marathon to the list of events taking place.  Each year, the city sponsors a 5K race to promote and raise money for breast cancer and women’s wellness.  Since I am such a big proponent of supporting local races, I was all in with this.  The fact that the race was starting approximately three miles from my house didn’t hurt either! Prior to this race, the closest marathon or half marathon I’ve ever participated in was in the city of Weston, which is about 20 minutes away.  It seems most longer races take place in big cities, as opposed to the suburbs.  I quickly contacted my personal running community and invited them to come down and run on my home turf.  I was disappointed that Elaine was the only taker, but was really looking forward to her coming down and staying with us. My only concern for this race was the price.  The early entry fee was $70, which is pretty steep for a local race.  $45 is more typical, but the low budget race shirts and medals usually reflect the inexpensive price.  Since this was the inaugural running of this event, there was no telling what the shirts or medals would look like.  If the quality didn’t reflect the steep price, it could affect participation for the next year.  About a month or so before the race, they posted a picture of the medal and the race logo on Facebook.  This gave me the confidence that they might actually know what they were doing.

Elaine came down on Friday afternoon, as the race would be taking place on Saturday.  This was Easter weekend, and she would be heading back right after the race.  We made our way over to the expo, which took place at the Coral Springs Sportsplex.  There were only a few vendors, but Elaine and I were able to get a pretty decent massage by a chiropractor looking to promote his practice.  The race shirts were not bad at all, but could have been a better quality brand.  Based on my experience in running local races, and by the attendance we saw at the expo, my best guess was that there would be less than 250 participants in the half marathon. The start time for this race was 6am, which was a little on the early side.  We left my house at 5:15, and were there in less than ten minutes.  I was surprised to see so many cars in the parking lot, but I figured that many of the runners doing the 5K later that morning decided to get an early jump on the festivities.  As we got out of the car, I immediately saw my longtime friend Doug.  The two of us shared an office “back in the day” when we worked for Continental Cablevision.  Doug had recently taken up running, and this would be his first half marathon.  As we made our way to the starting line, it was obvious that I underestimated the number of entrants in this event.  To my surprise and delight, there would be 532 runners!

  It seemed a little weird that the course took place on many of the streets that I use for my training.  It was kind of cool to be running right in the middle of University Drive, and not on the sidewalk.  Since it is South Florida, the course itself was very flat; maybe a good day to PR this bad boy.  The event coordinators did a great job in making sure there were water and Gatorade stations every mile, and the police were out in full force taking care of traffic.  Elaine and I were keeping up a strong pace, with only one bathroom break the whole time.  The coolest thing for me about this race was that the course took us right past my house, right around mile marker ten.  Both Glenda and Rachel were there with sign in hand to show their support as we passed by.  It was a natural adrenaline rush, as we made a final push towards the finish line.

My finishing time was not a PR, but I always seem to run strong when I run with Elaine.  She is much faster than me, so I know I can’t slack when I’m running along side of her.  There was more than enough food and drink after the race, and I would absolutely enter this race again.

The question is…does the City of Coral Springs want to put this race on again? KEEP TRACK OF MY RUNNING ON

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5 POINTS OF LIFE MARATHON - 02/17/2013

 What started on to be a solo adventure, eventually turned out to be a full-blown gathering. As I have stated several times in previous posts, the 5 Points of Life Marathon in Gainesville is probably my favorite race.  In fact, this would be the fifth year in a row I would be competing in this event (more than any other race I have entered).  Despite my affection for this event, it’s been a hard sell in terms of getting my friends to enter and run with me.  I originally signed up to do the half marathon this year, but my heart called out to do the full.  Out of nowhere, Elaine said she wanted to sign up and do the full with me.  I quickly upgraded, and then Terri jumped into the mix!  Soon after, both Jen and Pam said they would run with us, but they would compete in the half.  The whole mishpukhe was now on board, even though the 26.2 With Donna was taking place the same weekend. We had been fortunate up to this point to be blessed with relatively warm weather during our races.  However, we were going to be in for a cold one, as the temperature for the start of the race was predicted to be around 30 degrees.  After learning a valuable lesson from the Donna run last year (as detailed in a previous post), I packed my full arsenal of running attire with plans of multi-layering my wardrobe.   I left early Saturday morning and picked up Lindsey around noon.  I decided to stay at her apartment for the weekend, since she lives about ten minutes from the start of the race.  I picked up the race packets for all of the ladies at the expo, which saved them a trip up to Gainesville.  The race shirts for this event are always very nice, but the expo is very small (but not as small as Ocala…no expo is smaller than Ocala).  We ran errands for the rest of the day, as the temperature started to plummet. I met up with the ladies around 6am in the parking lot.  It was 34 degrees, but it didn’t seem that cold.  I had on two compression shirts, a jacket, tights and gloves.  When I saw Pam and Elaine, I felt completely underdressed!  We sat in the car for a bit, and then made our way to the starting line.  There were 884 runners in this year’s race, which was around the same number as last year.  156 would be taking on the full, with 628 running the half.  The conditions were perfect, with no real wind to speak of, and not a cloud in the sky.

We ran pretty strong the first half of the race, with only two bathroom stops (the only two I would take) and a few pictures along the way.  Elaine had never been on the University of Florida campus, so who better to have as her running tour guide than me?  Of course it’s always a thrill to run through the Swamp as they show football highlights on the screens and pipe in some play-by-play by Mick Hubert. 

We ran by Lindsey’s apartment at mile marker 15, so she met us outside to take a photo and to hook us up with some chocolate and peanuts.  From a physical standpoint, I had never felt better during a marathon, but I was starting to get a little tired around mile 18.

As the Darth Vader music began to play in my head, we had reached the dreaded Williston Road.  To our surprise and delight, the wind was actually at our back.  This made the only boring part of the race a little more bearable.  Terri decided to take off at that point and leave us in a heap of dust, which of course was very impressive.  The last few miles of the race were somewhat of an effort, but we had to make sure that we finished ahead of these two dudes behind us.  The finish line was a sight for sore eyes, and we even ran fast enough to get some pizza before they ran out!  I felt great after the race, but was not looking forward to the drive home later.

Another day…another marathon.

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CHOOSE THE RIGHT ANSWER

Third grader Kate's teacher marked this answer wrong on her math test. The "correct" answer is B. Apparently the people who designed the test, and Kate's teacher, didn't realize Kate's dad was ultra-runner Joe Lea!

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MIAMI MARATHON - 01/27/2013

I set a PR for least amount of potty breaks during a race!  Now I know this is the last thing you would expect me to start this post off with, but if you remember last year’s restroom debacle (you may need to go back and revisit), this was quite an accomplishment. In many ways, the ING Miami Marathon reminds me of WrestleMania.  The hype for this race starts a year out, as most of my running buddies register that far in advance (they offer a tremendous savings on the entry fee if you are one of the first 200 to register).  With Pam, Jen, Robin, and Lisa jumping on that special, it was an absolute go for all of us (Sharon would later register as well).  In addition, it is the one time that the Ocala Turtles make the trek down to South Florida and spend the weekend with me.  With that being said, I consider the Miami Marathon the “Granddaddy of Them All.” With both Jen and Pam having the day off on Friday, I took the day off as well.  They left early that morning, and the plan was to go to the expo as soon as they arrived at my house (in hopes of avoiding the big crowd on Saturday).  The other Turtles would be leaving later that day, and spending the night at the home of Robin’s friend in West Palm Beach.  We made it to the Miami Beach Convention Center around 2pm, and were pleased to see that the expo was pretty empty.  We shopped for a few hours, and made it out of Miami right before the 5pm rush hour traffic began.  After meeting up with Glenda and Rachel for supper at Sweet Tomatoes, I then spent most of the evening providing technical support to the ladies (they both brought their laptops down south with them).  We slept in as much as we could on Saturday (8am) and spent most of the day shopping at the Sawgrass Mills Mall.  Lisa, Sharon and Robin went to the expo, and we all met up at my house when they got back.  We did a somewhat early supper at Tijuana Taxi Co., as we would be leaving for the race on Sunday morning earlier than usual.  Documenting my races in this blog allows me the luxury of going back to see the “game plan” from prior races.  Last year, we left my house at 3:15am, and arrived at the American Airlines Arena at 4am with no problems at all.  Under the category of “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it,” that would be our strategy this year. Although getting up über early for a race this large is not my favorite thing in life to do, it does have its advantages.  There’s virtually no traffic on the road at 3am, and parking is literally no issue.  This is certainly helpful when driving into Miami for an event of this size.  It’s always interesting seeing people at Bayside that early in the morning first leaving the clubs; their day is coming to an end, and our day is just beginning.  I don’t know which of us had a more puzzled look on our face as we stared at each other, wondering why we were up and about at 4am.  There were 19,952 participants in the race, with 16,039 running the half and 3,913 taking on the full.  Getting to our corral was a mission, but we were in place about an hour before the start of the race.

Once the gun sounded it only took us 19 minutes to get to the starting line.  I say only 19 minutes because last year it took us well over 40 minutes.  I took my first of what would be only two potty breaks right away, and we were off to a good start (it's always breathtaking to see Biscayne Bay as the sun rises in the morning).

Since Pam and I were running the full, we stuck together the entire race.  Lisa was also participating in the full, but she is way out of our league in terms of speed (she had qualified for the Boston Marathon just a few weeks ago; I qualified for the Boston Marathon in my dreams).  The temperature was already 72 degrees when the race began; we could only hope for lots of cloud cover throughout our time on the course. One of the cool things about running a race more than once is that it lets you relive memories from years past.  As we passed certain landmarks along the way, it reminded us of what was taking place last year (mostly stopping and going to the bathroom).  We ran a fairly consistent pace for the first 13.1 miles, and only stopped to snap a few photos along the way.

The sun stayed behind the clouds, and we were both running very strong.  During the second part of the race, Pam started to develop blisters on her foot.  She was in obvious discomfort, and wasn’t really sure at the time why she was hurting.  I started to get a little tired during the last four miles, but I met up with the "Man of Steel" at mile marker 22 to give me some inspiration to finish up strong.

By the time we hit the Rickenbacker Causeway, the sun was out in full force.  Determined to finish strong, we struck up a conversation with a couple from Canada, who were competing in their first marathon.  When we told them how many marathons we had completed, they told us what an inspiration we were to them…now that’s pressure!

Crossing the finish line, we could see ourselves on the big screen to our left.  Although I have been on television countless times, I must admit it was pretty exciting.  The finisher medals were outstanding (as always), and we met up with the rest of the gang at the car (no dead batteries this year).  Glenda was gracious enough to order pizza for us; after a shower and a change of clothes, my buddies were on the road back to Ocala.  I’ve already registered for the race next year, and was happy when Elaine text me to say she had registered as well.

Some great friends, beautiful weather, a picturesque course, and seven women staying at my house.  What more could a dude ask for?

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OCALA MARATHON - 01/20/2013

“A lack of preparation on your part does not constitute an emergency on mine.” These are words that I could have said to myself during one of my many internal conversations, especially once I realized that the Ocala Marathon was the week before the Miami Marathon.

After doing my four marathons in five weeks last year, I vowed to check when these races were taking place. Not so much to see if I want to participate, but rather to better plan my training schedule. That being said, I really had no intention on running the full marathon in Ocala this year. This was mostly because I didn’t think anyone else would want to run the full with me. During the Mt. Dora Half Marathon, Elaine and I discussed what the plans would be for Ocala. I was surprised that she was considering doing the full, especially since she and Pam would be participating in the Goofy Challenge the week before. I really like this race, but I was kind of taking a break from full marathons this year; whatever she decided would be just fine with me. When she told me that the “check was in the mail” for the Ocala full, I knew that I would have to accelerate my training.

Besides the fact that my lower back has been really sore for the past month, I felt totally unprepared to run a full marathon. Maybe that’s something that comes with the territory, but doing a 20 mile training run the week before the race (instead of tapering) made matters worse. Magically, my back started to feel much better, and I was now brimming with confidence and excitement for my first marathon in eleven months.

I left for Ocala early Saturday morning and drove right to the expo, which was once again held in the Paddock Mall. Jen was meeting me there, and we were going to drive to Gainesville to visit Lindsey (and a trip to Trader Joe’s). As much as I love the Ocala Marathon, I’m sorry to say that calling this expo pathetic would actually be showing them too much kindness. To make matters worse, they did not have my registration (I mailed it in, as opposed to registering on line). To their credit, they did not give me a hard time at all. They took my information, and said they would contact me if they needed me to mail out another check (southern hospitality at its finest). After looking around as much as we could, Jen and I went to Gainesville for the rest of the day.

Elaine was gracious enough to invite me to stay with her on Saturday night, since she and I were the only two entered into the race. Jen, Pam, Robin, Sharon and Lisa were coming down to run the Miami Marathon the next week, so they decided to sit this one out. Rather than going out for supper, Elaine prepared pasta and salad, and invited Pam (and Joe) and Jen (and Dan) over as well. In maybe one of the worst kept secrets of all time, Pam told me she would be running the full Ocala Marathon, as she signed up earlier in the day. I was very excited to hear the news (I kind of knew already), and was really looking forward for the race to begin. I was just hoping that my back would hold out.

We got to the Paddock Mall (where the race would start and finish) around 6:30am. 509 entrants (111 for the full marathon, 262 for the half marathon and 136 for the 5K) would be participating this morning. Each event starts at a different time, as to not create a major stampede (insert sarcasm here). Eddie would once again be running with us (as he does every year we do this race), but he is not on Facebook; we can never tag him in any of our photos. Once the horn sounded, we were off and running! Of course, we had to stop after two miles to take a photo at my favorite landmark.

You could not ask for more pleasant race conditions. It was around 60 degrees at the start of the race, with total cloud cover. I ran with a short sleeve shirt and took off my compression sleeves after about three miles. I was feeling very good, with minimal back pain. Unlike most races, the time seemed to fly by pretty quick. When we reached the ten mile mark, it felt as if we had only ran five miles. The volunteers who work the water stations in this race are always friendly, enthusiastic, and hard working. The Ocala Turtles were volunteering at mile markers 11 & 19, and of course gave us the kind of reception that actually wants you to keep running. Naturally, we had to stop and take our obligatory picture at mile marker 20 (I don’t know why).

It did start to get a little warm towards the end of the race, but I’m pretty sure the temperature never got hotter than 73 degrees. As we crossed the finish line, I don’t think I’ve ever felt better (physically speaking) after any marathon. Our times were not the best, but at least there was food still left for us to eat (and the cones had not been picked up from the course). As we made our way to the car, the awards ceremony was still taking place. Elaine and I stood in shock as we heard Pam’s name called out as the second place finisher in her age group. Dumbfounded, Pam had to run back to the stage to collect her award. To think she made up her mind to sign up for the race the day before.

With nothing but positives from this race, I am really looking forward to Miami.

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MOUNT DORA HALF MARATHON - 12/16/2012

“Where the heck is Mount Dora?” These were the first words I uttered when Elaine sent me the link for this race back in June. For the record, Mount Dora is north of Orlando and east of Leesburg. This was the inaugural running of the race, and it wasn’t very expensive to enter. Elaine, Pam and Jen were all interested in participating, so we made the executive decision to sign up. Jen offered to pay for my entry fee as a thank you for all the help and wisdom I had provided as she obtained her Master’s Degree (a very sweet gesture on her part). We would later learn that quite a few of the Ocala Turtles had signed up for the race as well, including Robin. I had originally signed up to do the full marathon; after discovering everyone else had entered the half, I decided to “downsize” and run with all of my friends.

Glenda originally entertained the idea of going with me to watch us run, but Rachel and her middle school band was playing in the parade at Universal Studios on Friday. Glenda volunteered to chaperone the trip, so they left early Friday morning. Lindsey came home Friday night from UF after taking her last final, so I decided to hang out with her and leave early Saturday morning. The plan was to stay at Jen’s house, and drive to Mount Dora Sunday morning. Jen lives about an hour north of Mount Dora, so I would take my car to the race and head home after that. Jen and Robin would hitch a ride back with Pam and Elaine, who were running a half marathon in Palm Coast on Saturday night. I got to Jen’s house around noon, and we spent the day shopping. This was highlighted by a trip to Trader Joe's in Gainesville, which had just opened earlier in the week.

We woke up our usual early time and Jen made us both a fruit juice smoothie for the trip. Robin arrived at Jen’s house around 5am, and we were ready to hit the road. It was an easy drive to Mount Dora, but both Jen and I started to feel sick along the way. I had to pull over to the side of the road and take care of some magical unplanned business in the woods. Robin pointed out that there was a gas station across the street, but I figured the bushes would have some cleaner facilities (and I would be "one with nature"). When we parked the car, it was now Jen’s turn to “release the hounds,” as she threw up for a few minutes. This clearly appeared to be smoothie related. With these pre-race festivities now out of the way, it was time to get our bibs and race shirts.

The starting line was at the Lakeside Inn, which opened in 1883, and has entertained President Calvin Coolidge, Thomas Edison, Henry Ford and President Dwight D. Eisenhower. There were 201 entrants in the full marathon, and 479 running the half. 298 runners will hit the pavement for a 5K later that morning. As we met up with Elaine and Pam, both Jen and I felt much better.

Having never been to Mount Dora, the scenery far exceeded my expectations. It was a little hilly for the first few miles, but nothing compared to Gainesville. I ran with Elaine; Jen, Pam and Robin ran together at a little slower pace. It was very quiet and extremely peaceful. The people were very friendly, and I was totally digging this race. It was shady during the first eight miles, but it got pretty hot after that. It may have been very challenging to complete the full marathon, as the temperature climbed into the mid 80’s by the end of the race. We had a chance to run through some beautiful neighborhoods, with lots of spectators cheering us on. We even spotted some of the other Turtles competing in the race, including Awesome Amy.

As we made the final turn to “bring it on home,” you couldn’t see the finish line. This was because there was a pretty big downhill drop for the last tenth of the race. This was way cool, as you had no choice but to sprint past the finish line! The finisher medal (and race shirt) was very nice, and we later had a privilege to take a picture with former Boston & NYC Marathon winner Bill Rogers.

After grabbing a victory breakfast at Perkins, it was time for me to make my three hours (plus) drive home. This was a truly enjoyable race; one that I would welcome entering again.

Now comes the fun part…training for the Miami Marathon on January 27th.

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