I’m sure you all have been eagerly waiting for this, so here goes…
7:00 am Sunday, alarm goes off. Hit snooze a few times. Pre-race breakfast consists of eggs, toast, & freshly made OJ. My bag was packed the night before, so there was no last-minute scrambling. Although I did forget my angle strap for the timing chip.
Got to Detroit, parked my car, & found the Renaisaance center (it’s kinda hard to miss). There was a huge line of people waiting to enter the stairwell for the full climb, and a non-existant line for people waiting to enter another stairwell for the half. So I decided to relax for a while and do some walking before my warmup (translation: check out the competition). There was a wide variety of people there: younger, older, serious-looking runners to jr. high kids, big groups with matching shirts, one guy with a local tri club shirt on, and the most ominous group of all: those with stairclimbing CLUB t-shirts on. Yes, people that do this on some regular basis. A half dozen members of the Metro Detroit Cycing club were there too.
Hmmm…
The line was still waaayy too long, so I put on some gloves & a hat and went outside for a run. Up the Riverwalk to Joe Louis Arena, around the stadium, then back through the city to Hart Plaza. Beautiful day for a run!! Even more invigorating running in shorts!
Came back in, changed, and got in line. Slipped the plastic band through the chip, bent down to put it around my ankle, and noticed that not one other person in line had their chip on. WTF? Oh, you put the chip around your wrist. I would’ve looked really silly trying to swing my right foot up and over the table where the timing “mat”, er placemat, was. Chatted with the two guys in line next to me, and learned that one guy was currently in second place with a time of about seven minutes. When asked what time I was shooting for, I gave the obvious response, “less than seven minutes.”
Go time. The first ten flights went by in a flash, and I passed four or five people right away. At twenty flights, I heard a volunteer say something about stopping for a drink of water if I wanted one. Obviously she’s never done interval training. At thirty-five floors, I looked at my watch: 3:15, HR=169. Holy crap!! The next twenty five floors were a dizzying blur, as I kept taking the steps two at a time & passing other climbers. I tried to push it the last ten, but my lungs had had enough. Bursted through the door at the top to find a huge throng of people crowded into a narrow hotel hallway, full of warm, humid, stagnant air. Luckily the second timing placemat was next to the door. Time = 7:15, HR=181. An EMT checked on me a couple times to make sure I was alright. Obviously, he didn’t know that my beet-red, sweaty face indicated that I was having a LOT of fun.
Eventually I made my way back downstairs (and, yes, I did think about taking the steps) and talked with a few people. And, yes, I did consider how much more interesting this event would have been if participants had to do the climb one more time. Or two. No puking, no tripping, no merciless mall-walkers.
It was all in fun, and for a good cause. Oh, and I took third place overall !!!
To make the day complete, I went home and rode the Computrainer (Silverman course) for three hours.