Author: martha

One of the great perks of my job is my periodic assignment to host glamorous Italian guests, like Alice (pronounced AH-LEE-CHE) Fusaro from Istituto Zooprofilattico Sperimentale delle Venezie (essentially a regional veterinary diagnostic lab outside Venice).  Many of you remember Alice and Isabella from the WUS Italiano last June where Keith and I wore adorable matching green Catawba shirts and red shorts in honor of our Mediterranean visitors.  Isabella is currently busy finishing her dissertation, so it was just Alice and myself this time.  But what many of you don’t know about Alice is that she has seen the light and taken up running!  And no, Alice is not some casual jogger, as Aaron can attest Alice is quick!  At WUS Elezione last night she dropped the Joe-Doug-Art group behind within minutes of entering Melvin Hazen.  Despite the fact that Potomac Heritage was her first trail run ever, Alice already showed mastery of the dark/roots/rocks/leaves/hills Tuesday night.  At this rate, Alice will soon be taking the running scene by storm.

Last time, our visit to New York City got a little wild, so we opted for something a little tamer like…..New Orleans.  We made the most of our days at the Molecular Epidemiology and Evolutionary Genetics of Infectious Diseases (MEEGID) Conference, and by that I mean taking in our fill of New Orleans cuisine and live music.  That city has soul!  We knew that we were in for a night of good food when we walked into Coop’s and one of the patrons squashed a giant cockroach under their shoe right in front of us.  I know I could never live there — it’s even swampier than DC — but man is that a great place destination for a long weekend.  It comes with my highest recommendation — but don’t go to Bourbon Street where all the tourists go, go to Frenchman Street.

Alice had never run on trails, never run a race, and never run more than 10km, but when I told her about the Potomac Heritage  run, she announced enthusiastically she was game.

Like the influenza virus Alice and I study, Alice rapidly adapted to her new environs, skipping over rocks and roots and leaves like an Italian ibex and readily adopting WUSsie customs, including humoring Gary, running farther and up bigger hills than she ever had before, and even being unfazed but what became a wilder version of the post-run party at Kerry’s house (we departed after the second raw egg downing because Alice needed a picture of a panda at the National Zoo for her husband back in Italy, who is apparently fond of the Chinese bear).

Hooked on the newly discovered  joys of trail running, Alice even came to WUS the next Tuesday for WUS Elezione.  CPB&G was overrun by a party of election watchers, so Alice didn’t have a chance to partake in the famed Aaron special pizza.  But good Vietnamese food is harder to come by in Italy than pizza, so Nam Viet made a good alternative.  It took time to explain to Alice how the US electoral system works, why my father was so grumpy about Obama winning, and why the US doesn’t allow for three days of voting like Italy does so we all don’t all have to stand in line for two hours.  But god it was good to see Obama take the pie.  And yea for gay marriage in Maryland!

It was very sad to see Alice go.  But at least I have the consolation of knowing that in late February I’ll be going out to visit her in beautiful Padua when we hold our workshop there.  We have plans to go skiing in the Dolomites!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tussey MountainBack 50-mile relay

Draft Challenge Relay (DCR)

State College, PA

October 21, 2012

Link to Jamie’s Famous Captioned Pictures

A major theme of this year’s Tussey MountainBack DCR was to honor our fellow DCR runner Ed Thompson, who tragically died of a heart attack along Leg 8 at last year’s MountainBack.  At the transition zone between Legs 1 and 2, where Jamie snapped this picture of Ed (to the left of the rock) as he began Leg 2 last year, we held a group ceremony for Ed that included Ed’s family.  It was a beautiful and moving tribute, and I think highly therapeutic for all those who remain affected by the trauma, particularly those who were there with Ed trying as best they could to help him as he slipped away.  All the DCR teams wore purple armbands in honor of Ed and incorporated his name into the DCR shirts we made.  Although the DCR was certainly competitive as always this year, there was an additional sense of camaraderie and an awareness that all of this is so precious and fleeting.

This year’s DCR had 7 teams of 7 runners.  I drafted my team by phone since I live in DC, a challenging enterprise given Tom’s tendency to put his phone in his pocket while I was trying to recite my picks.  Since I was running the Baltimore Marathon the week before MountainBack this year, I desperately had not wanted to be a captain, but the DCR Commissioner, infamous for his intransigence, could not be swayed.

I ended up picking five runners who have been on my team before: Jamie Volkert, Mike Martin, Joe Montenegro, Rob Peterson, and Joel Nieman (Joel was my killer last sleeper pick) and one guy who seemed really fast but was an unknown: John McGraw.

The other things my team had going for it (other than personality) was (a) Mike Martin is the State College beer distributor so we’d be sure to be cruising in the fully stocked Nittany Beverage beer van, (b) Joe Montenegro is one tough m-f-er who would be able to run the brutal captain legs (4-11) since I’d be a post-marathon invalid.

 

The theme this year was ‘Dr Suess’, resulting in the worst year of name-picking in DCR history.  I’ve ranked the team names from worst to best (Every year to make up for my lack of running prowess I at least bestow upon my team the best name.  This year we also had far and away the best shirts, thanks to Aaron’s nifty graphic design):

We Can Run With Our Eyes Shut

DCR Thing 6

Fresh Legs, Quick Legs, Twelve Legs, Sore Legs

The Who

Can You Lick 7 Tigers Today?

Herndon Hears a Who!

Green Kegs and Damn, I Love Hills (my team)

 

The Green Kegs had a damn fine day.  I’m eternally indebted to Joe for running Legs 4 and 11.  My IT band was still screaming from all that weaving at the Baltimore Marathon and there’s no way I would have been able to run those steep downhills on Leg 11 at the end of the day.

But it was such a beautiful sunny fall day and we had such good times all around, it was worth gutting through some tough stretches where my knee made it very clear it was displeased with my course of action.  As expected, Joel Nieman was my sleeper 6th pick and he passed a We Can Run With Our Eyes Shut on Leg 7 to bring us out of last place, a proud position we held until the end.

The Commissioner was displeased with the Green Kegs because when it came down to priorities, ours was getting our teammate a cold beer as soon as he finished his leg, rather than keeping his splits, resulting in gaping holes of data in our stats report and angry engineer number-crunchers whose models will go haywire. Our professional beer connoisseur Mike Martin recently introduced me to Yard’s Philadelphia Pale Ale, my beverage of choice for the day.

My post-race picnic of free food and beer by the lake was a bit delayed this year because all the Old Men of the DCR were drooling all day over this hot ultra runner, Sonja Hinish, and all were waiting to see her finish.  Some of the women of the DCR expressed a desire to be spared from the old-man-slobber, but I’ve run with these guys long enough to be entirely inured to such behaviors.  I only protested that some chick, wearing a sports bra with arm warmers no less, was getting between ME AND MY SANDWICH.  I finally rolled my eyes and headed to the lake with John McGraw, the only civilized male of the lot (or maybe he knew that letting a hot female competitor get between me and my grumbling stomach was surely tempting one’s fate).

But it was great to catch up with so many from the old days at Penn State.  When Greg Fredericks, US Olympics qualifier for the 10,000m for the 1980 Moscow games, asked me after MountainBack whether I have ever considered running the entire 50 miles at the Tussey MountainBack, I answered so definitively that I had that for a moment he thought that I meant that I had in fact run the 50.

But what I meant is that I had considered it so deeply, that I get the itch so badly to run the 50 every year, particularly this year. (This year Connie Gardner won again, and some guy named Zach Bitter won the men’s 50).

But as bad as that itch is, as soon as I remember what I’d be missing out on, all those hours bouncing along in the van with all those goofy people, witnessing all the great drama of the DCR unfold over the day, I immediately dismiss the idea of running the 50 as absurd.

 

Well, I’ll leave it to the stats folks to crunch our falsified numbers during the Great Tussey Post-Game Debriefing.  Tom Cali, as is often the case, will go down as the Sandbagger of the Year.  I was nominated, as I was still able to run quick even with my IT band pain, but I decreed myself out of the running since I didn’t even run the captain legs — and I’m sure Joe would heartily agree.  Tom insists that his bio was accurate and attributes his fall surge to his purchase of a new white Porsche in July.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happiest picture ever.

Baltimore Marathon

October 13, 2012

Baltimore, MD

I had decided to run the Baltimore Marathon several months ago when I was riding a train to Baltimore to meet with some colleagues at Johns Hopkins University School of Public Health with whom I had been collaborating on a study of HIV community transmission dynamics.  Aaron and I had become obsessed with HBO’s The Wire series, set in Baltimore, and when I realized that there was a big purse for Maryland residents, I shot the elite athlete coordinator an email to find out if I could qualify (a) as an elite and (b) as a Maryland resident (I work in Maryland, my parents live in Maryland, I consider myself a Marylander through and through).  Given the affirmative by the RD, I decided to make Baltimore my fall marathon.

A week before the Baltimore Marathon I was confident I was going to PR, finally breaking that 2:55 I’d run three times.  I’d been running really well all fall, with wins at the Women’s Half, the Dam Half, and even setting a 5k PR the week before the marathon in 17:34 at Ellen’s Run.  I was even running up hills comfortably.

But when I WUSsed on Tuesday night my right hamstring was tweaked badly and my Wednesday run with Sean devolved into a skip, with every step hurting at a run.  I took Thursday and Friday off and was feeling better, but I knew that if I had any prayer of running the marathon on Saturday I was going to have to start slowly and deliberately, easing into the race and seeing how things went.  But in the days leading up to the marathon I was realizing that I wasn’t really in the right frame of mind to pull off a great marathon.  I run best when I’m in a cut-loose frame of mind, relaxed, and carefree about life, and I’ve been really angsty lately, for several reasons.  I know that our savant Sarah Stanley claims that life is full of rocks and that’s why we run: to learn how to step over the rocks.  But I kind of work in reverse: if I can get all those damn life rocks out of the way, my legs will do their little running thing just fine.  But learning how to run the rocks doesn’t do jack for getting the bills paid and the viral evolutionary patterns inferred and the papers published.  Right now the biggest stresser is that my adored PhD adviser, Eddie Holmes, just left Penn State for Sydney, Australia.  Eddie is universally acknowledged and the world’s foremost expert on viral evolution, and he has been indispensable as an adviser and key collaborator of mine.  Even after leaving Penn State for Washington I’ve continued to make 5-6 visits every year to Penn State to pick Eddie’s brain on the projects I’m working on and discuss methods and approaches.  I always came away from those trips clear-headed, with issues resolved, and re-invigorated to dive into my work.  Without him, the quality my research will inevitably suffer — the question is whether it just drops a notch or two or whether it will implode.  On top of Eddie leaving, Penn State has always been second family to me, so not only have I lost Eddie, but my whole Penn State running family (see post on The Last Noontime Run).  The second big stresser has been the Federal government’s uncertain funding situation and the horrible deadlock in Congress, which has left my division at NIH with tenuous funding for the future, which has not only precluded any chance of my visiting Eddie in Australia but leaves my entire future at the NIH in question and has prompted me to begrudgingly send our resumes for faculty jobs.  Even though it’s just an application with no obligation, entertaining the idea of taking on a tenure-track position in biology makes me kind of start to hyper-ventilate.  I love my life the way it is, with a generally healthy balance between work and running and life, and I’m kind of terrified of upsetting that balance.  Especially if I’m going to have a family some day — I mean, seriously, I think that trying to balance tenure-track, running, and family would send me into a tailspin.  But I know I tend to over-think these things and am aware that I just need to go with the flow.

On top of these two big stressers they’ve demolished the nature preserve across the street from my apartment and are building two McMansions on the site, requiring jackhammering beginning at 7am every morning.  I explicitly selected my apartment on a quiet residential street of DC precisely because I’m very sensitive to outside noise and surroundings, and the endless jackhammering along is enough to drive me nutters.  And there’s just been a lot of little stressers as well — it turns out HIV is way harder to analyze than influenza due to the nature of its evolution, and that project has driven me mad.  Most of my research lately has been on influenza in pigs (see Pigland post) and the people I work with at USDA just hired a new postdoc who will mainly supplant me of my privileged position as their main analyst of their data.  I was hoping the new postdoc guy would be really dumb, but he’s actually really sharp.  So I’ve lost my key data source, my most important research collaborator, my extended Penn State family, and financial security at my present job (not that they would fire me, just that we might not have funds for me to travel and have the resources to do interesting things).  And my apartment has turned from a haven of peace to a place of blasting noise and diesel fumes.  If Aaron weren’t around to zen me down on a daily basis, I would definitely have lost my little mind by now.

Anyway, back to the race.  So Aaron and I woke up at 5:15am to make sure we got to the marathon with plenty of time to run an easy mile or so to loosen up our injuries — my hamstring and his Achilles — which would not take kindly to jumping into a quick pace in 40-degree temperatures.  We were making perfect time, and arrived at the exit for Camden Yards at 7:15, plenty of time to park and get a little jog in before the 8am gun time.  But the exit was backed up all the way onto the highway, and it took us an hour to get to the parking lots, which were all filled so we had to find street parking.  It was kind of out of a Groucho Marx film, with all these cars circling around crazily looking for parking spots.  The kicker was when we got stuck at the train tracks to let a long train pass through.

At that point we looked at the clock, looked at each other, and decided that this would just have to be a marathon fun run.  I’d have to kiss that Maryland resident purse goodbye.  ($800 for first, $500 for 2nd, $300 for 3rd).  A few times Aaron tried to get me to jump out of the car and dash for the line, but (a) I didn’t know where the race start was and we were still miles away, (b) I didn’t want to abandon Aaron, and (c) the worst thing I could imagine for my hamstring was a full-on sprint to the start.  How Raven Stadium, which regularly handles crowds of 40,000+ people and after so many years of holding this race, was completely overwhelmed by the marathon crowds remains a mystery.

By the time we got to the starting line it was 35 minutes after gun time and the crew was already disassembling the chip mat.  So we wouldn’t get a chip time, but we trotted on through the empty streets for what would become a long glorified training run.   Those opening miles were wonderfully peaceful and quiet, and there was a certain thrill to Aaron and I running through what already seemed like a marathon ghost town.  With no one else on the course, Aaron and I were heaped with attention from the remaining spectators and the bored traffic cops, whom we got to joke around with.  Of course, nothing could top miles 4-5 through the Maryland Zoo, where zookeepers lined the course with a variety of avian friends — a raven, an Eastern screech owl, a kookaburra, and a PENGUIN!  Aaron and I were glad we’d forgotten to carry our camera because we would have been delayed 20 minutes just taking pictures with the penguin.

Around mile 7 we caught the marathon masses and had to start what would become a long day of weaving through the crowds.  The course was really enjoyable: in addition to the highlight run through the zoo, there was a nice loop around Lake Montebello, lots of cool neighborhoods, a pass by the Inner Harbor, and a fabulous finish at Camden Yards.  But my hamstring was bothering me a lot, and I began to realize that missing the start may have been for the best.  I really had to keep my stride short and couldn’t fully extend, especially down the hills, and every stride hurt.  And all the weaving and dodging made my perennially injured left IT band flare up, so suddenly I was limping on both sides.  Aaron’s left Achilles started to really hurt from all the start-and-stop and lateral motion from the crowds, so he couldn’t push off with that foot, and we had to slow down the last miles.  But the fact that Aaron and I enjoyed ourselves despite all the weaving (which got really bad when the half marathoners merged with us around mile 17) and pretty painful injuries is a testament to how sweet the course and day were.

Aaron and I hightailed it out of there after finishing — we were fed up with being swarmed with crowds and just wanted some air.  We had a victory lunch at Wegman’s in Columbia, MD, where folks were treated to the scene of a sore marathoner with a killer IT trying to make her version of a slow-motion hobbling mad dash for the Restroom that was up a flight of stairs and all the way in the back (I forgot to bring my magic papaya and had some bad stomach problems).

To pour a little acid on the wound, the top female Maryland resident finished in 3:06.  I could have won $800!  (Even with all the weaving (several times I had to stop dead because there was no where to do), the poop I took at mile 22 (and beer at mile 23) our fun run came in at 3:10).  That would have bought me and Aaron a lot of ice cream.  But can’t complain, it was overall a well-organized race  — with Under Armor as the sponsor the race shirts were the best, and even the finisher medals had cute Maryland crabbies on them.  And the elite coordinator Clay Shaw told us if we come back next year he will hook us up with a room.

 

 

 

 

 

Ellen’s Run 5k

Candy Cane City, Chevy Chase, MD

 

The race day forecast was for a 30 degree temperature drop and hard rain, and my mom and I agreed that we’d play it by ear at Ellen’s Run this year — as much as we love the race and its cause there was no sense getting hypothermia the week before the Baltimore Marathon.  Aaron and I were somewhat disappointed when the weather was clear when we woke up race morning, meaning we would have to trudge out of bed.  But once we picked up my mom and arrived at the race start in Candy Cane City, I at least was very glad to be there. Ellen’s Run 5k is one of my all-time favorites, a trip down memory lane.  The race is held in honor of Ellen Vala Schneider, the mother of a Bethesda-Chevy Chase (B-CC) High School student, who struggled with depression and committed suicide in 2006.  The entire BCC community comes out in droves for the race, including the BCC girls and boys cross country teams.  I ran for B-CC back when I was in high school, class of 1999, and it’s fun to romp around with the high school kids.  For me it’s the closest thing to a BCC homecoming — I always see Mr Mathis, my freshman year history teacher, and Pam Havell, my old soccer coach.  Surrounded by gawky teenagers, for a moment I time-warp back to high school.  The course also loops around my beloved Candy Cane City and Meadowbrook Stables, where I rode ponies, went bird-watching with my brother, and played tennis with my dad.  And most memorably where we had our annual Thanksgiving day football bloodbaths.  As I recall, the older the dude, the harder he tackled.

I’ve won Ellen’s Run every year I’ve run it — 2008, 2009, and now 2012.  It’s a super-fast course, looping around Beach Drive, Candy Cane City, and Meadowbrook Lane past the horse stables.  I ran it this year in 17:34, finishing 5th overall.  I have to say, those high school boys are not so used to racing fast women.  Lotta testosterone going around.  I’m always amused/slightly irked by the boys who kill themselves not to get passed by me and then finish a minute or more behind.  After I finish, I loop around to join my mom for her second half of the race, and of course her glorious windmill finish.

It’s heartening to know that even in my old age I can still give those high school boys a run for their money.  But seeing those gaggles of B-CC girls together, arms around each other, laughing, I’m reminded of what I felt as a high school runner who, despite being the fastest one on the course always felt like an outsider, and enviously looked in on my friends who ran for the large cross country teams like Walter Johnson and Richard Montgomery, full of fast girls who competed together for the top spots.  Today the BCC girls cross country team has 40 girls, is defending state and county champions — when I ran we had bedraggled team of 5 girls (one who walked) that celebrated if we didn’t finish dead last [for a more complete rendering of my high school running experience see the Back Pages post].