The Pioneer



Consolo at the Greater Clarksburg (WV) 10K

It was nothing more than a casual question thrown out at Facebook by Laura Pizmoht, probably just to draw comment – “What makes a runner hardcore? – and it brought a number of illustrative examples. I didn’t respond directly, but if I had, I might have said “A thirteen-year running streak,” alluding to the venerable Mr. Fred Kieser, and keeping things local.

But to keep things equal (and local too), I would have been obligated to say simply, “Kitty Consolo, 1985 Revco-Cleveland Marathon,” for that was where a then-KSU grad student pulled off a comeback no less improbable than what Joan Benoit had done just a year earlier at the Olympic Trials.

On the eve of the Cleveland Marathon and the 40th anniversary of Title IX, the time is right to reprise Consolo’s firsthand account of this experience, as well as what it was like to be a pioneering female runner at a time when ladies were not supposed to sweat, an NCAA Division I cross country team might have only one woman, sports bras had yet to be invented, and races sometimes were run in heavy leather “tennis shoes.”

Queen of the Road

Perhaps you recall the type from your college days – the guy or gal who would hand their test in early and get a score that would wreck the curve.

The equivalent in the road racing realm is the runner who blows through a course ahead of schedule, taking volunteers by surprise, with a gap that makes it clear the real race is for second place. “Who was that?,” the uninitiated are left to wonder.

My own such a moment of revelation came while marshaling the women’s race at the 2007 Classic at Mastick. Swatting myself madly in Mosquito Alley (otherwise known as the Metroparks bridle trail), there was a subtle change in air pressure, then a whoosh that sent the mosquitoes reeling. I looked up just in time to see a runner in a sky-blue Team Good River top (was there ever a prettier outfit?) vanishing rapidly into the distance.

OK, I thought to myself, she’s hell on mosquitoes, but can she last? The skeptic in me said this was a presumptuously premature attack by a poseur of the first order.

Not on your life! Barely 13 minutes later, on her return pass of this out-and-back course, the yawning gap had become a chasm, giving the mosquitoes time to regroup and counterattack before the rest of the field came by.

This performance – plus the trademark sunglasses, matching headband, and hair up in an ever-so-neat bun – all said “serious runner,” but the easy smile, engaging personality, and gentle manner afterward told me I had made a friend.

Such was my introduction to Jessica Odorcic (née Kuhr), Northeast Ohio’s Queen of the Road.

Odorcic began running at age 16, when she joined the cross country and track teams her junior year at Painesville’s Riverside High School. She competed collegiately at Wright State University under the direction of Bob Schul (Gold Medalist in the 5,000 meters at the 1964 Tokyo Olympic Games). Since graduating in 2003 she has continued to run competitively “just for fun and to stay in good shape,” with a goal of improving her PR times, particularly from 5K-10K.

And improve she has; whether because of or despite the relatively low-key approach, Odorcic has truly blossomed after a collegiate career that was itself outstanding. Her winning time of 34:08 in Youngstown’s venerable Peace Race 10K last October 4 represents an improvement of 1:43 (4.8%) over the last three years, and brought her to the cusp of national caliber. The week prior to that, a 16:20 PR at the Run for the Grapes 5K in Geneva continued a similarly remarkable developmental progression from her collegiate 5,000 meter track PR of 17:14, set in 2001.

As the 2010 road racing season hits full stride, it seems like a good time to catch up with Odorcic – not literally, of course! – to complete what began nearly two years ago as a story idea for Ohio Sports and Fitness. The fault was not hers – she’s as approachable as a next-door neighbor – but rather my own, for putting the project aside after parting ways with that publication.

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What initially attracted you to running, and what keeps you in it?

I began running when I was 16 years old at the urging of my stepdad. With no prior athletic experience, I was skeptical, but apparently he saw an athlete inside me just dying to come out.

I keep running because it has become a part of my life and I couldn’t imagine living without it. It is a huge part of who I am and most of my life is arranged around it.


Do you come from an athletic family, and what was your athletic background prior to and outside of running?
I did not come from a very athletic family. My grandfather is an all-around type of athlete. He played baseball, football, golfed, and probably every other sport you can think of.

My stepdad was an all-’rounder as well. He played football, rugby, volleyball, and also ran a few marathons. He is definitely the person who encouraged me to run and to stick with it. I think when he first met me, he knew he was going to turn me into an athlete, but he just didn’t know which sport I would be good at. Before running, he tried to get me into volleyball, which I despised, and even tennis, which I was not coordinated enough to play.

I was very much into the academic side of high school before I became an athlete. I was in honors classes, a member of the yearbook staff, and I was in concert band, where I played the clarinet.


Your continued progress is remarkable. How do you keep improving?

Because I started running so late in high school, I believe I am just now beginning to reach my full potential. Hopefully, I can still take a few seconds off of my 5K and 10K times and then begin to focus on the longer races.

Also, I continue to train hard and dedicate myself to the sport.


What are some of your most memorable running experiences (good, bad, disappointing/ challenging, humorous)?

· My shoe came untied and fell off during a 1,600 meter race at a track meet when I was in high school. I didn’t know what to do, so I just kept on going. I think I won and also set a meet record.


“Oh look, your shoelace is untied!” – It happens to the best of us, and the solution is simple: just keep on going.
· Winning districts in the 3200 my senior year of high school was one of my most memorable and best races. I won by 1/10 of a second and set a district record.

· Making it to state my senior year in the 3200 was also great, but my race was so disappointing. It was extremely hot and I was such an inexperienced runner at that point in my career that I totally lost it mentally.

· The experience of being recruited by colleges when I was in high school was surreal, and then being offered a full 4-year scholarship was amazing. I never thought something like that could happen to me.

· Winning the Johnnycake Jog three times has been a great accomplishment for me. It is a race that has been around for so long, and is pretty close to being my hometown. For whatever reason, there is a lot of prestige that comes with winning it. I know I definitely put a lot of pressure on myself for that race.






Hat Trick – three in a row at the Johnnycake Jog: 2007-09.

· Lastly, winning the Peace Race 10K twice (2005 & 2009) was a great accomplishment for me, especially when I researched the history of the race and found that only two other women have won twice.


Rather than just asking for a favorite workout or two, could you describe the overall structure of your training throughout the year – for instance, what does your weekly volume (in hours, not miles, if possible) fall to in the off-season, what does it top out at, and when do those weeks come?

I have never been asked for my weekly volume in hours, but in the off-season, I cross-train, and no matter what I am doing, I go for at least an hour per day, so I guess I could vary anywhere between 5 hours in the off-season to 10 hours during racing season. The weeks where my volume tops out are definitely between July and September. These are the months when my most important races come.


How does your training focus change when you transition from one phase to another, such as from base training to competition as the season approaches?
Well, before the season starts I try and build a good base of mileage. As the season approaches I hit the track a lot more and do intervals.


Which races are you targeting in 2010?

I would like to do a few half marathons, run a good 5-mile time at Johnnycake, and find a nice flat 5K course, so that I can lower my current PR of 16:20.


How much time do you take off each year, and when?

I normally take most of December and part of January off of running, though I will cross-train during this period, just to keep my aerobic fitness strong. It also depends on whether I have any injuries, in which case I will have to take more time off.


Do you do any supplemental training (e.g., cycling, skating, etc.)?

I like to go kayaking, and in the winter, I cross-country ski when there is enough snow. I also have an elliptical that I like to use because there is no impact and it simulates running well.

Cleveland winters in general can be pretty rugged, and they’re particularly bad in your area. How do you work around the winter weather and maintain fitness in the off-season?

I just purchased my first treadmill this past winter, but most of the time, I don’t mind running in cold weather. I have accumulated plenty of gear in order to keep warm and brave the elements. It is kind of like an adventure running through a snow storm!


All of that said, what are some of your favorite workouts, and why?

A trail run whenever possible, especially at Chapin Forest and Penitentiary Glen in Kirtland. It is nice to be off-road and not have to worry about the traffic. Running on trails, for me, is always a better workout too.

I definitely don’t love doing track workouts, but when I do my speed training, I like to do a mix of 800s and 400s.


What’s your favorite training run (local and/or outside the area)?

I really love trail running, so I enjoy running at Chapin Forest in Kirtland. My husband and I used to live less than a mile from the park and I used to run there almost every day.


And your favorite race?

It has to be the Johnnycake Jog, but the Peace Race 10K comes in a close second.

Last question, I promise! Inquiring minds want to know – what will Amy be this year for Halloween?
I don’t know yet, you will have to wait to find out!

The Odorcic's dog Amy was a bumblebee for Halloween in 2009!

(All About) The Writing on the Wall

It’s not uncommon for inhabitants of a city or town to have little more than a dim awareness of various cultural and historical resources in their midst, even as they pass them by on a daily basis. The blasé attitude is sometimes brought home when a visitor’s enthusiasm about the attraction that drew them to a particular place receives blank stares from the locals.

Similarly, most visitors to Second Sole Rocky River probably give the poem on the wall by the back entrance nothing but an occasional, fleeting glance. Perhaps not wanting to interfere with the traffic pattern of customers entering the store, that’s about all I did until preparing this entry; the main thing that impressed me was the painstaking care that someone had devoted to applying each and every one of its 1,621 characters. Besides, if a poem should “begin with delight, and end in wisdom,” as Robert Frost believed, then it’s best to sit down and take some time to give the work some deeper contemplation.

So the depths of winter’s discontent seem like a good time to present it here, with formatting and spacing carefully preserved.

The “someone” behind those lines of verse, by the way, is third-generation Berean and children’s authoress Hannah Purdy Budic. Oh, yes, she’s something of a runner as well, with a win (and course record) to her credit in the 2005 Cleveland Half-Marathon, among other accomplishments.

Budic recalls: “I was thrilled that Bill wanted it in the store. Permanently! I think I wrote it in 1999, but I can’t actually remember. It took me two trips and several hours of tedious letter painting to get the job done. I used an old overhead projector and a ladder.”

“I wrote it about my husband Tim, as a nameless/faceless everyday runner, but we are all part of a larger pack, so I hope people can relate!”

…and enjoy.

End-of-Season Housecleaning

“And early though the laurel grows, it withers quicker than the rose.”
—A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad, Lyric XIX

Year’s end is time to cast off some of the accumulations of a season of running – awards that may now seem meaningless, and shoes with 500+ miles that are still wearable. Here are several ways to do it.

Medals from marathon events only can be donated to



while there are numerous ways to dispose of gently-worn but still-serviceable shoes:

Give Your Sole
2091 Raymer Avenue, Unit C
Fullerton, CA 92833

Shoe4Africa
P.O. Box 6943
Eldoret
Kenya

Soles4Souls

The Shoe Bank
205 Becky Lane
Rockwall, TX 75087

Shoes too worn for further use can be sent to the Nike Reuse-a-Shoe Program, which grinds up each shoe component for re-use as athletic surfaces. Send to

Nike Grind Processing
3552 Avenue of Commerce
Memphis, TN 38125

Happy New Year!

New running year, that is, which (at least for me) runs more or less from one Thanksgiving to the next. As is customary at the turn of the Gregorian calendar, it’s time to take stock of the season just concluded, and look forward to the next.

Here are annual volume totals for the past season, as well as 2007-08:

2009 – 139.5 hours (126 land/13.5 pool); 10 races (eight 5K, two 5M); 90 injury days

2008 – 163 hours; 12 races (ten 5K, two 5M); 0 injury days, 19 sick days

2007 – 93.8 hours; 6 races (five 5K, one 5M); 104 injury days

Given the two injury periods, I can’t be too unhappy with results from 2009, since I nearly made my 5K goal of 20:40, and surely would have come very close to the 5M goal (34:10) had there been an event of that length available in late October/early November. Thus, it would seem that with uninterrupted training, perhaps another 20 seconds of improvement in 5K time can be realized, so for 2010, the goal-predictions are:

5K – 20:30
5M – 33:50
13.1 miles – 1:35-1:37

For the immediate future, I hope to train consistently as possible through whatever good weather remains in 2009, and then during the snows of January and February. That’s really where the foundation for any consistent success is laid.

With respect to training objectives, I hope to consistently hit 6 hours per week when the weather is better, and perhaps 180+ hours for the season.

Little ‘Flat and Fast,’ Plenty of Challenge

Race Report: OhioOutside.com Trail Race Series #2 of 3
Saturday, November 14

This race was eventful enough to merit a write-up, even at risk of turning things here into what I vowed they wouldn’t become – a long race account saturated with excessive details and microdramas of personal experience. I’ll try to limit that and provide some observations which may be useful to anyone who tries the final race in the series on December 12.

I entered at the last minute, and with some misgivings, since the race location is (after years of excessive discretionary travel to bike races) farther than I like to drive – ~85 miles round-trip. One of the nice things about running is that events are plentiful enough that you don’t have to go anything like as far to compete, so the impact on budget, schedule, and the environment is much less.

Perhaps what drew me to this race in particular is the fact that it took place at Munroe Falls Metro Park, whose parkway serves as the course for a spring bicycle race series I officiated a total of 20 times from 1998-2002. It’s an outstanding venue that has nonetheless seen quite a few serious crashes over the years, certainly more than you’d expect. I’d often wondered what lies in the woods outside the course, and with the trails likely to be in good shape from the recent dry spell, plus perfect weather on race day, the time seemed right for an excursion beyond the usual travel radius.

Right off the bat after arriving, whom should I see but Mark Gorman, a Cat. 3 road cyclist who once suffered a memorable mishap when he and, as I recall, several others were taken down by a rider with some sketchy (to put it mildly) bike handling “skills.” The crash perpetrator just rode on – I think he eventually won the race – oblivious to the carnage (not to mention anger) in his wake.

Now, there’s no way a single referee can be everywhere on a 1.2-mile course, and I did in fact miss all the excitement, arriving shortly afterward to find Mark, um, rather out-of-sorts. In a case like this, you give the crash victim clipboard, pen, and paper, then have him sit down to describe the incident; if there are multiple victims, you give writing materials to each of them (that’s why I still have 6 mini-clipboards) and send them off in opposite directions. It calms things down by 1) separating everyone; 2) making them concentrate; and 3) allowing them a chance to vent. While you can’t make a decision (e.g., disqualification) based on the resulting statement(s), it all goes in an active file for possible future action. In this case, several other similar reports lead to a brief “counseling session” with the alleged menace to bike race society, after which there were no further problems.

So I just had to remind Mark of this episode: “Hey, I think Lee Runyon [not his real name] is here!”

I shouldn’t have been surprised to see Mark, since he runs the web site that is the primary race sponsor (I’d forgotten that), but it didn’t stop there: the whole race staff was made up of bike race people who seemed glad to see me, one of whom I (embarrasingly) didn’t quite recognize at first. “Agh, I thought I'd escaped my misbegotten past!” “Having a flashback?,” someone asked. Well, not quite, but...

[Sigh.]

It’s happened. I’ve degenerated to the level of purely personal reflection. Back to the race.

After packet pick-up, there was enough time for a preview lap, and it’s a good thing, because the course turned out to be anything but “fast and flat,” as claimed at the race website. A series of 30 photographs is also posted there, and they give a good impression of the trail features present, but not the extent of the gradient changes.

After a run-up of ~210 yards across a grass field, the parkway, and a paved parking lot, the course transitioned to a ~2.2 mile trail, which started off mellow enough with a mild rise on a gravel-sand patch, followed by a short dirt/grassy section.

At Beaver Pond, however, came the first of several short-but-fairly-steep pitches, with tree roots (not just a single one here and there, but little networks of them), frequent 6-inch wide/deep gulleys, and an occasional protruding rock. Of course, all these features were present on the corresponding downhill sections too, along with many twists and turns. Finishing off the circuit was a set of old stone stairs, where you turned back toward the start area for the finishing straight after completing a second lap. Add it all up, and I think the descriptor “challenging” would be more appropriate.

I reported this to Paul Heyse, a good, consistent 19:30 5K runner and a newspaper reporter whose coverage of local high school track and cross-country (among other sports) is much appreciated. “Keep an eye on the trail in front of you so you don’t fall, and let the runner immediately ahead keep a decent gap in case he falls,” I said. As it turned out, one eye was about all that Paul had – one of his contacts had slipped out.

On the starting line, more biker trash people: Brian Batke and Tris Hopkins, two very solid Cat. 2s. Brian is a national-class masters competitor, particularly gifted as a climber and time trialist, and Tris isn’t far behind. I dialed back any thoughts of an age-group placing by a spot. The race organizer (Mark) made a few comments about the course, pointed toward the finish, and said something like “It should be clear.” Not really; it was different than the official course map. Here’s a detail map of how the start/finish area is actually set up:



Off we went, and I felt like I did a good job of staying relaxed and letting the fast starters get away (Coach Roy Benson recently wrote a nice article about this). Passing the little hourglass symbol on the map above, I hit the split button on my watch to start the lap timer. There were no mile markers on the course, and they would have been of limited value in any case due to the variation in terrain, so lap times were about the only way to gauge how well energy output was regulated.

Per my instructions to Paul, I made certain to let a small gap remain in front of me once we reached the first gnarly trail section, and sure enough, the guy directly in front of me tumbled hard, but rolled perfectly and popped right back up. If you’re going to fall, that’s how to do it.

No fewer than four runners burst past rather impressively once we reached the hilly parts of that first lap. My reaction was the same as always: ‘If they can keep or increase the gap, there’s nothing I can do about it, if not, I’ll see them again before the finish,’ or to quote Jack Daniels (yet again): “Remember that the finish line is at the end of the race.” And indeed, I caught all of them, plus a few others, on the second lap, when they were looking much less impressive.

At the completion of the first lap, I hit the split button, and thought I saw 17:31. I resolved to be even more careful on second lap, as fatigue began to accumulate, but also since familiarity tends to breed complacency – if you stay vigilant and get through one circuit, it’s only natural to relax a bit as you figure there will be no problem the second time around.

After his tumble, the ‘Fall Guy’ and I more or less stayed together all the way to Heron Pond late in the second lap, where I started to ease away from him. Shortly after that, another guy came up on my shoulder, breathing very heavily. Usually this means a superhuman has just been made, and you expect the person to fade, but given how late in the race it was, I wasn’t so sure. I did start to pull away near the end of the lap, but lost the advantage on the staircase, where any technique I had on the first lap vanished due to fatigue – I must have looked like an old lady as I came down ever-so-carefully, one step at a time, with ‘Heavy Breather’ right on my heels. I was able to open up a gap on the run-in, but misjudged the finish, not realizing that you had to go past it and around a set of cones, then head back – a total distance of ¼ mile. Still, I had a little extra ‘gear’ in the final meters, which was enough to hold off the Fall Guy, but Heavy Breather came past in the last 10 meters or so. My time at the clock timer, which apparently was the finish line, was 37:10.7 (the official results incorrectly give 36:47) – good enough for only 7th of 17 in my age group, which was the biggest overall (as well as highest in quality after 19-24 & 25-29), and 31st of 82 men overall. The total turnout doubled, from 76 to 143, as compared to the first race in the series, when my time would have been good enough for 3rd in age group.

After finishing, I gave my goody bag, with a nicely customized commemorative beer glass and a push-top sports bottle, to the Fall Guy – out of sympathy, gratitude (for his skill), and admiration (for his tenaciousness).

The second lap was turned in 17:27, so at first I though I’d ‘split negative’ (sped up as the race went on), which surprised me somewhat, but once at home, I found the first lap time was actually 17:13, so the first/second lap split ratio was 49.7%/50.3%, or slight positive. Not bad, at least according to this analysis.

Overall, I was really glad just to stay upright throughout the whole race. I’ve done plenty of training on trails just as hilly/gnarly, with shadows/broken sunlight, darkness, snow, and leaves obscuring trail hazards, but there is considerable difference between racing all-out on an unfamiliar trail and training on one you’ve repeated dozens of times.

A Perfect Race?

Race Report: Inland Trail 5K
Sunday, November 1

Elyria

I almost didn’t do this race, which has a course as close to optimal as possible: fast, flat, smooth, and lovely. I figured, from past experience, that I would probably more or less duplicate last week’s time from the Skeleton Run, which was just slightly better than last year’s.

But I guess that’s why you show up: to see what you can do. It might turn out to be the perfect race, as this one did.

It sure didn’t start off that way. Maybe 75 meters after the start I see this guy dropping out and making a sharp beeline back to the school that serves as the start/registration venue. Now that is some kind of nature call, I thought. Soon, however, it began to filter through the pack: the 5K was to start after the marathon. Now I had to extricate myself from a pack of 150+ runners. All I could think was that the 5K would start a minute afterward, and I’d be too late.

All was well, as it the start turned out to be 10 minutes later, which gave me a little more time to warm up. After a while, I happened upon the race promoter and reminded him that the race web site said “8 AM start.”

“You must be one the four people who didn’t hear me announce the start time in the school,” he answered. Um, isn’t the starting line the place to announce such information, to make sure everyone gets the word?

No matter, soon we were off, and I settled in at 20th or so in a field of 51. The first mile went by in 6:39, by which time I’d passed maybe 5 runners. I figured I’d probably fade to 7:00 for the second mile, then come home in 6:50 – a common pattern for me.

Not this time. The second mile was 6:47 and I felt good, so I knew I was on a good day; at that point it became my goal to simply keep from getting excited and ‘blowing it by blowing up,’ i.e., staying smooth instead of surging. Mission accomplished, as the last mile was 6:46, and I probably lost a couple seconds when I crossed the road (to run against traffic) in the last half mile, whereas most others probably did the opposite. I passed another 10 runners, including the first woman, who has a much better PR than I, to end up 5th overall, and closing on 3rd and 4th. Official time was 20:47, my first time under 21:00 and another PR by 22 seconds on a certified course. I suppose it doesn’t get much better than that: hitting an all-time peak in the race where you planned to do it. Not that I have any illusions; the race winner was 5+ minutes ahead, and the turnout was the smallest of any run I’ve entered thus far (28 in the last 3 years).

Oh, and some credit where credit is due, namely to the aptly-named Adizero PRs:

Just 283.5 grams, but surprisingly comfortable. This was the first time they’ve been raced (maybe unconsciously I sensed I was on a good day), and it will be the last until the form is good enough once again to merit their use.