My name is Mark Weber, I am a 28-year-old firefighter from Greenville, SC and I have taken on the challenge to become an Ironman. I've embarked on this immense undertaking as a tribute to the most incredible person I ever knew, my Dad. Over the next year I will share my experiences, training sessions, fundraising efforts, and thoughts about the goal of becoming an Ironman. I've created this blog to chronicle my journey towards the finish line in Louisville, Kentucky in August of 2014.
Becoming an Ironman is a long arduous journey filled with many roadblocks and obstacles along the way. Preparation for the most demanding athletic event known to man will test me beyond anything I've ever experienced. 2.5 miles of open water swimming, 112 miles of back breaking cycling, and 26.2 of pure running stand between me and the title of Ironman. I am Strong As Iron and I am ready for the challenge.
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
8 Months & Counting
This morning marks exactly the 8 month point til the gun is fired on the banks of the Ohio River to kick off Ironman Louisville. Christmas is tomorrow and lots of family time and joy is in store for me, and I plan to enjoy as much of the holiday as I can before I begin my training next month. The thought of IM Louisville is always lingering in the back of my mind and I'd like to share a highlight video recapping this past years event. The video is about 10 minutes and truly inspirational. Check it out and MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Thursday, November 14, 2013
Marshall University Marathon - Review & Experience
On Sunday I ran my 10th Marathon in 3 and a half years and whew, I get tired just thinking about it! The 10th annual Marshall University Marathon in Huntington, WV was a great race overall and I really had a great experience. The marathon was a relatively flat course that included two 13.1 mile loops that navigated around the city, along the Ohio River, into a beautiful scenic park, and finally through Marshall's campus. I think the overall elevation gain was around 200 ft, which is not very much amd fairly flat over 26.2 miles.
I was blessed to have a host of cheerleaders, as my Mom and her friend Debbie joined my wife Ashley and me for the weekend. Also, my Uncle Joe Weber was running the race and my Aunt Tina accompanied him to cheer him on. It was his second marathon overall, exactly like my Dad 5 years ago in 2008.
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My "Ground Crew" before the race. |
Like I said, it was an enjoyable race overall but, here's my take on the entire experience:
The Pro's-
1. The course was set up nicely. Very flat for West Virginia and the two loops made the run easier, as I knew what to expect on the final miles. I especially liked the portions along the Ohio River, where I'll be swimming the first leg of Ironman Louisville in August.
2. Asics race jacket instead of typical tech-shirt. Virtually every running event there is a "free" gift given to participants for their entry. It's usually a moisture-wicking "technical" shirt that displays the race logo and some advertising sponsors on the back side. This marathon featured an awesome Asics running jacket that went above and beyond any race I've ever been to.
3. Finish in the football stadium. Marshall wasn't the first marathon that I crossed the finish line at the 50 yard line but, I really enjoyed being thrown a football and hearing my name being called as I finished.
3. Finish in the football stadium. Marshall wasn't the first marathon that I crossed the finish line at the 50 yard line but, I really enjoyed being thrown a football and hearing my name being called as I finished.
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4. Traffic control and parking were great. Getting to the start line before the 7am start time was a breeze. We parked in the front row of the stadium lot, and hung around inside the concourse till the race started. The course was open to traffic but, the police and awesome volunteers did a great job of keeping any cars out of the runner’s way.
5. Post-race hamburgers and hotdogs. Yes, that wasn't a typo. The local rotary club provided hotdogs, hamburgers, chocolate milk, bananas, and bagels to all the finishers. Surprisingly, even after all the 5K, Half-marathon, and marathon finishers there was plenty of food left at the 5:30 hour mark when we left the stadium.
The Con's-
1. The expo was a nightmare. When we arrived at the expo around 4 p.m. to pick up our race packets, number bibs, and swag the organization was terrible. There must have been 500 people stuffed into a room the size of a McDonald's dining room and there was no discernible line for the marathon or the half. My theory is, the football game had just ended prior to our arrival and the fans running the race made their way across the street all at once. We ended up waiting in line for our packets for roughly 30 minutes.
2. The start was a nightmare. Around 6:50 a.m. they announced that all of the races (5K, HM, & Marathon) were about to begin so, the runners made their way towards the street where the starting line was located. I never saw a single banner, timing mat, or line whatsoever that marked the start. In fact, roughly 20-30 seconds after the "gun" was fired and runners began the race, I turned and asked a guy next to me "Where is the start line?" He replied, "Oh, you crossed in about 50 yards back." Great, better set my GPS watch.
3. It was very very windy. This, regrettably, is no one's fault but Nature's. Near the halfway turn at mile 14 the man upstairs turned on the leaf blowers and set them to full power. I was running straight into a 35 mph head wind that gave me and many other runners fits. The wind was so strong that, another Marathon Maniac and I attempted to draft one another for the 5 mile stretch of head winds. Unfortunately, our attempts were futile and both of our paces fell by the time we were out of the wind.
2. The start was a nightmare. Around 6:50 a.m. they announced that all of the races (5K, HM, & Marathon) were about to begin so, the runners made their way towards the street where the starting line was located. I never saw a single banner, timing mat, or line whatsoever that marked the start. In fact, roughly 20-30 seconds after the "gun" was fired and runners began the race, I turned and asked a guy next to me "Where is the start line?" He replied, "Oh, you crossed in about 50 yards back." Great, better set my GPS watch.
3. It was very very windy. This, regrettably, is no one's fault but Nature's. Near the halfway turn at mile 14 the man upstairs turned on the leaf blowers and set them to full power. I was running straight into a 35 mph head wind that gave me and many other runners fits. The wind was so strong that, another Marathon Maniac and I attempted to draft one another for the 5 mile stretch of head winds. Unfortunately, our attempts were futile and both of our paces fell by the time we were out of the wind.
Despite the fact of a few hiccups and a little disorganization, when all was said and done I really enjoyed myself at the Marshall University Marathon. I would definitely recommend the race to any marathoner looking for a good Fall marathon.
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
Race Week Preparaton & My Tips for Running a Successful Marathon.
This Sunday I'll be running my 10th marathon in Huntington, WV and every day this week I'll be preparing myself mentally and physically to get to finish line at 100%.
Over the last 3 years, I've accumulated a reasonable amount of knowledge thru reading heaps of articles and books, and listening to multiple lectures by various veteran runners. Yes, I realize that every marathoner is different and that we all do things our own way so, the point is probably moot. But besides the obvious “carbo-loading” and plenty of sleep, I’ve come up with some of my best advice for the week leading up to a marathon and tips for running a successful race.
#1 - Start
thinking about and focusing on your race as soon as you finish your last long
run. I’ve found that this technique dramatically enhances the
excitement leading up to a race and gets you “pumped” to run. If
you start to focus on the marathon a week in advance, you will have more than enough
to time to iron out the details of the race. You can begin to formulate a plan
for any traveling, clothes you may need, your meals prior, and any other little
things you may forget if you were to only start focusing on the race one or two
days before. I started using this
technique somewhere between marathon 3 and 4 and so far I’ve had no complaints.
I realize that some runners like to have a calm relaxing race week, so that
they are mentally rested for the marathon. That being said, I understand that
this tip may not be for everyone.
#2 – Trust
the taper. Many runners, novice and veteran, get it into their head
that the 2-3 weeks leading up their race, when they cut their weekly miles and “take
it easy” (known as a taper), will be detrimental to their fitness and their
ability to finish the marathon. There is a perception that all of the hard work
they have put in will be lost by the day of the race. This is not true at all!
All of the those 16, 18, and 20 mile long runs do improve your fitness &
stamina but, they also take a toll on your body! A runner needs at least 2
weeks minimum for their legs to recover from an 18+ mile run. By trusting the
taper and allowing your body to fully recover, you will toe the starting line
at “maximum capacity” with your tank “topped off” raring to go. Trust the
taper, all of that recovery will come in handy towards the end of the marathon.
#3 – Eat as
clean as you can. What I mean
by eating “clean”, is making the choice to eliminate all the processed foods
and extra additives from your diet.
Basically, you are choosing to eat whole, unrefined foods like grilled
chicken, green leafy salad, steamed veggies, or unseasoned brown rice. I’ve found that eating good clean, straight
from the farm, food I feel like a million bucks on race day. Most likely as a
marathoner, you’ve already drastically changed your diet from before you started your training, but we all have our times of weakness. It’s easy to
think “It’s okay to eat this fried chicken; I’ll just run it off in the
morning.” Wrong, race week is not the time to cheat on your diet.
#4 – Stretch,
stretch, and stretch again. The week leading up to a marathon I will
take 30-45 minutes out of every day to stretch virtually every muscle in my
body. I do this to ensure I am every bit of loose and nimble for the race. I’ll
be sure to stretch out my hamstrings, calves, and quads like every runner
should but, I’ll also focus on loosening my hip-flexors, groin, IT-band, and
lower back. Additionally, I’ll get a good stretch out of my neck, shoulders,
and abs. Trust me, there is nothing better than feeling relaxed and loose on
the day of the marathon.
#5 – Don’t
sweat the small stuff. As I said in my last post “I can’t change the events that have happened to me, I can only change
myself” Runners all know that things happen at the marathon that are out of
their control. No parking on race day, you forget your running socks, they don’t
have the right kind of Gatorade on the course; the list goes on. My experience
is that you can’t allow the little things to derail you on race day. If you
forgot your running socks, oh well! You can always buy a new pair at the expo
or pick up a pair at Wal-Mart the night before.
I used to run with a fuel belt, a velcro belt that
has two or four 8oz. bottles attached to it so you can carry fluids with you on
the course. My 3rd marathon, the Museum
of Aviation Marathon in Warner Robins, I remembered to bring my belt with me
but totally forgot ALL the bottles that attached to it. At first, I was pissed!
I threw the belt to the ground and cussed like a sailor till I was blue in the
face. I didn’t know what to do and was worried my race was totally ruined. However,
with a little brain-storming with my wife Ashley we formulated a plan. We came to
the conclusion that I would run the race by stopping at every aid station and drinking plenty of Gatorade and water. The
race went off without a hitch. I wasn’t hindered by stopping for water or by
not having fluids with me at all. In fact, I ran a personal best at the time
and haven’t run with my fuel belt since.
As I said, every marathoner is different and that we all do things our own way so, you are welcome to take my advice and “run” with it or not, the choice is yours. One last tip I can give for running a successful marathon is this: Have fun. No matter how sore your legs may be or how out of breath you may seem, you have to remember to have fun and be happy. Put a smile on your face, and laugh at the funny spectators signs because, after you cross that finish line after 26.2 miles you’ll appreciate the experience even more.
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Adversity
We all endure adversity from time to time throughout our lives. A disappointing review at work, a flat tire on a rainy day, an unexpected financial expense, sickness, injuries, the death of a loved one, or heartbreak, we all have our fair share of bad days. As for me, I've had a bad month. Besides the joy of sharing my one year anniversary with my wonderful wife Ashley, things have been pretty rocky for me the past 30 days. I've endured tearing foot pain, a water-logged truck, an unnecessary trip to the emergency room, the loss of a friend, and the loss of an innocent young family member. All the while, I've been running close to 50 miles a week in preparation for my 10th marathon in Huntington, WV in early November. Hence, the reason for my absence of entries here on my blog. But, I've come to realize one thing through it all: life must and will go on and that things will never get better unless I do something about it myself.
Each one of these obstacles that I've encountered over the past few weeks, I've embraced as a challenge to my heart and soul. I've welcomed them with a reluctant smile because, what else can I do? I can’t change the events that have happened to me, I can only change myself.
They say when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. This is a really great metaphor for dealing with life’s difficulties and using what you have to make a bad situation better. But sometimes the obstacle, like a death, can’t be turned into a positive overnight or it’s hard to see the positive when things are going so badly. Sometimes it takes months or years to see the good that comes from substantial adversity. I realized this when my Dad passed away. It took me nearly 8 months to recognize that by dealing with my father’s death, I could help others who were going through the same situation, or comparatively hard times, such as I did. I could explain to others that adversity only makes you a better person, gives you a stronger will, and teaches you that life will eventually get better.
Whether it’s a small road block or a large one, a devastating loss or a minor setback, we all have to remember that life will get better. I say, when life gives you lemons, you smash them up, throw them to the ground, and ask “Is that all you got? Because I’m not going anywhere.”
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
4:30AM
4:30AM is early... Very early in fact. Twice a week, for the past month, I've been up and out of bed at 4:30 in order to get 45 minutes to an hour of swimming before work.
It's a terrible feeling at first, waking up that early. Your not sure if it's the end of a long night out or the beginning of a very very long day. Either way, you get the instant feeling that you should still be sleeping. I can honestly say that I've really taken to the "Early Bird" role and waking up with the "chickens".
It's become routine for me to pop up out of bed, get dressed, pack stuff for work, and make the 30 minute drive up to the Westside Aquatic Center in Greenville. I look forward to the exhilarating jump into the chilly 70 degree un-heated water of the competition pool. To some, this sounds a little nuts: jumping in a cold pool at 5:30 in the morning and swimming for an hour before working for 24 hours. To me, it is awesome.
I've never considered myself a swimmer whatsoever but, like waking up early, I have taken to the role with a smile on my face. I've transferred well into swimming from my long-distance running background. I've found that, like running, I can get lost in my thoughts and get into the "zone" pretty easily. At first, all I can think about is my technique, my breathing, and how fast I'm swimming. I start to panic a bit and I just don't feel comfortable in the water. The moment of panic is just that, a moment. Like going on a long run, in only minutes I "zone out", relax, and just swim. My mind will wander and I'll start to think about a lot of different things: friends, work, Ashley my wife, my Mom & Dad, my brothers & sisters, anything and everything. Before I know it, my breaths are easy, my strokes are flawless, and I'm gliding through the water with ease. Consequently, after "zoning out" time has flown by and it's time to shower up and head to work.
The invigorating morning swims have become part of my weekly routine and will continue to be until I hit the waters of the Ohio River in Louisville next summer. I had better get used to the 70 degree water now in September because, it's bound to be much colder in January.
Competion Pool at the Westside Aquatic Center - Greenville, SC
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Ironman Foundation - Your Journey, Your Cause
As I stated in the introduction, through this blog I'll be sharing my fundraising efforts leading up to Ironman Louisville. Over the next year, I'll be fundraising via the Ironman Foundation and be racing for the American Cancer Society specifically. Through the "Your Journey, Your Cause" program, I will be able to raise funds for cancer research and support services for cancer patients like my Dad. Beginning in late November, Ironman will provide me a personalized webpage where I can tell my story and collect tax-detuctible donations for the Cancer Society. In the mean time, I'm still spreading the word of my journey and my cause for becoming an Ironman... So stay tuned!!
Thursday, September 5, 2013
Where my journey begins...
My journey begins almost exactly three years ago in the Fall of 2010 when my father, David Weber of Canal Fulton, Ohio, was on the verge of running two consecutive marathons in two days in the States of New Hampshire and Maine.
I vividly remember the weekend of Dad's "double", and the events leading up to the races. As I said, he was on the verge of running two consecutive marathons in two days in New Hampshire and Maine, a feat very few runners would attempt let alone a veteran marathoner. I had just started a new job 8 hours away with the Greenville City Fire Department so, I wasn't there to wish him luck personally as he set out on his journey. Although, I was able to call and talk to him the day before he left and I made sure he knew he had a cheering section down in South Carolina. In the weeks leading up to his races my Dad had been dealing with an issue of a small lump under his armpit that had begun to bother him. It was the size of a golfball, located just at the crease in his chest. His doctor pleaded with him to have the lump biopsied but, my Dad refused due to his impending races and the planning and preparation he had put in. Despite his doctor's pleas, Dad traveled to Bristol, New Hampshire ran the marathon on Saturday and then drove to Portland, Maine and ran his second marathon on Sunday.
One week after completing this awesome feat of running over 50 miles in two days, my Dad had the mass biopsied and was diagnosed with a rare form of Stage 3 melanoma skin cancer.
If you haven't noticed, I have been referring to my Dad in the past tense. Sadly, he passed away on November 3rd, 2011 after fifteen sessions of chemotherapy treatment, one clinical trial, and a short remission. The greatest guy I've ever known, died at home in Canal Fulton, Ohio, surrounded by his family, 13 months after running his double.
I vividly remember the weekend of Dad's "double", and the events leading up to the races. As I said, he was on the verge of running two consecutive marathons in two days in New Hampshire and Maine, a feat very few runners would attempt let alone a veteran marathoner. I had just started a new job 8 hours away with the Greenville City Fire Department so, I wasn't there to wish him luck personally as he set out on his journey. Although, I was able to call and talk to him the day before he left and I made sure he knew he had a cheering section down in South Carolina. In the weeks leading up to his races my Dad had been dealing with an issue of a small lump under his armpit that had begun to bother him. It was the size of a golfball, located just at the crease in his chest. His doctor pleaded with him to have the lump biopsied but, my Dad refused due to his impending races and the planning and preparation he had put in. Despite his doctor's pleas, Dad traveled to Bristol, New Hampshire ran the marathon on Saturday and then drove to Portland, Maine and ran his second marathon on Sunday.
One week after completing this awesome feat of running over 50 miles in two days, my Dad had the mass biopsied and was diagnosed with a rare form of Stage 3 melanoma skin cancer.
If you haven't noticed, I have been referring to my Dad in the past tense. Sadly, he passed away on November 3rd, 2011 after fifteen sessions of chemotherapy treatment, one clinical trial, and a short remission. The greatest guy I've ever known, died at home in Canal Fulton, Ohio, surrounded by his family, 13 months after running his double.
Throughout his life, my father was never into running or long distance endurance events whatsoever. He was a hard working electrical engineer from Orrville, Ohio who was married to his high school sweetheart, Mary, and had 6 wonderful kids - Terri, Rose, Brian, Laura, Scott, and myself Mark. He was a good hearted down-to-earth individual who was never afraid to take the road less traveled or take on a new business venture as a side job, such as photographing people's homes from the air and selling them a framed copy. My Dad was a great guy who taught me a lot about being a good person. He taught me to take the high road when someone else starts to loose their cool. He taught me to realize that there is more to life than personal belongings and money. He taught me to have a strong will and to see the job to the finish. Finally, and most importantly, he taught me that when a door opens in your life you take the opportunity and walk through it. For this I owe him a tremendous amount of gratitude and for this I miss him dearly.
How, might you ask does my Dad running two marathons in two days and a year long battle relate to me becoming an Ironman? You see, his double marathons were not his first two marathons but, in fact his 15th and 16th overall. His ultimate goal was to run a marathon in ALL 50 STATES. He planned to travel across the country, see every state, run marathons, and live his life to the fullest. Unfortunately, his dream was cut short by the evil of cancer. His dream of crossing the finish line from sea to shining sea would never come to pass. But before his death in 2011, my sister Laura and I pledged to my Dad that we would finish his 34 remaining States.
I am proud to say that after three years of my own marathon running, I have added 5 States to the original 16 and 9 marathons overall. Only 29 marathons and a lifetime to go. No my Dad never competed in an Ironman, and no he never completed a triathlon but, his spirit of adventure tells me that he would have jumped at the chance. For that reason I will become an Ironman, for my Dad.
How, might you ask does my Dad running two marathons in two days and a year long battle relate to me becoming an Ironman? You see, his double marathons were not his first two marathons but, in fact his 15th and 16th overall. His ultimate goal was to run a marathon in ALL 50 STATES. He planned to travel across the country, see every state, run marathons, and live his life to the fullest. Unfortunately, his dream was cut short by the evil of cancer. His dream of crossing the finish line from sea to shining sea would never come to pass. But before his death in 2011, my sister Laura and I pledged to my Dad that we would finish his 34 remaining States.
I am proud to say that after three years of my own marathon running, I have added 5 States to the original 16 and 9 marathons overall. Only 29 marathons and a lifetime to go. No my Dad never competed in an Ironman, and no he never completed a triathlon but, his spirit of adventure tells me that he would have jumped at the chance. For that reason I will become an Ironman, for my Dad.
Dad at his 4th marathon the Sunburst Marathon, South Bend, Indiana - June 2009
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