2016 Olympic Trials Marathon preview

With less than 24 hours to go until the start of Saturday’s USA Olympic Trials Marathon, the running world has descended upon sun-soaked Los Angeles.  It’s a gathering that happens every four years and thrusts our sport into NBC’s Olympic spotlight.  167 of the fastest marathoners in the US will start tomorrow’s marathon; the top 3 will qualify to the Olympic Games in Rio.  It’s a brutal qualifying system that rewards just 3 people for performing their best on the day when it matters most.  It’s also a beautiful system, that is uniquely democratic…uniquely, American.

It's going to be a hot one!

It’s going to be a hot one!

The only thing predictable about tomorrow is that it will be hot – temps at the start are expected to be in the mid-70s and rising to low-80s towards the end of the race.  Everything else, file it under unpredictable.  And for me, that’s a good thing.  I’ve yet to figure out how to run a marathon under 2:12 like some of the guys in the field, but I know how to cobble and piece together races that turn tactical and beat people I’m not supposed to beat on paper.  Tomorrow’s race will not be fast and the more compact the race becomes, the greater likelihood something strange will happen.  Added to that, I’m a small guy with a high-functioning thermo-regulatory system (thank you Bob and Marilyn Leon, I guess?), who will almost assuredly be less impacted by the heat than other guys in the race.  Given that there isn’t a single hill on the course, the only thing that was going to throw a wrench into it being a track race was the weather; I could not have asked for a better forecast.

I’m thankful and fortunate to be healthy as I head to the line tomorrow, which is a pre-race victory in the world of marathoning.  I’ve never defined success by a certain place or time and won’t start doing that tomorrow.  My attitude heading into this race is no different than any other marathon: run smart and beat as many people as possible; a mindset that has seemingly worked pretty well in the past.  This is marathon #14 for me and I have seen just about everything.  Tomorrow, I hope that experience pays off.

How to watch / follow along:

Start time: 10:00am (PST) on NBC | 10:06am men’s race start | 10:22am women’s race start

You can also stream the races online or on your mobile device via NBC Sports Live Extra.

Twitter: As always, @cleonrun will be tweeting live, on-course updates from downtown LA.

Thank you to everyone back in Van Wert, Ohio…Athens, Ohio…and Eugene, Oregon…for helping me along this journey.  Tomorrow is for you.







NYC: It’s been waiting for me

It’s been a wild and weird 2015.  I began the year with a solid performance at the Houston Marathon, but in the months afterwards struggled with ankle mobility issues and plantar fasciitis that hampered my ability to train and race at a high level.  In between the irregular training blocks was a half marathon win in Costa Rica and I made my first US National Team, where I went on to finish 5th place at the Pan Am Games Marathon.  But honestly, running has not been all that fun this year because of the pain in my foot.  Each time I thought things were turning the corner for the better, my symptoms would randomly revert back to how things were in February.  I was beginning to think that maybe the pain I felt in my right foot and ankle was the new normal.  Until recently.

Back in early October I came down with a pretty nasty cold that caused me to miss several days of training, along with the US 10 mile Championships in Minneapolis.  The timing was terrible; I hate to miss training days during marathon blocks and the 10M champs was to be my last tuneup prior to the New York City Marathon.  However, those days off allowed the swelling and soreness that was still lingering in my foot to finally subside.  For the first time in 8 months, I was running and training pain-free!  The enjoyment to run and train was rekindled and I began attacking workouts again, something I hadn’t been able to do for most of the year.

In 2010, I traveled to New York to watch the marathon.  Having only completed 2 marathons, I was a newbie to this whole marathoning world.  I wanted to experience what a big city marathon was like.  After that weekend, I left New York with two goals:

  1. I wanted to become fast enough that one day NYRR would invite me to be a part of their professional marathon field
  2. I wouldn’t run the NYC Marathon unless I felt like I was good enough to compete with the top pros and strong enough to handle the challenging course.

I stood at mile 24 in Central Park that day and watched some of my running idols struggle to the finish, humbled by the hills and bridges of New York.  It scared me.  If this is what NYC does to the best runners in the world, what would it do to me?

Five years later, and hardened by 12 career marathons, I am in a different place.  Bring on Staten Island, Brooklyn, Queens, the Bronx, and Manhattan.  Bring on those bridges and the hills of Central Park.  It’s been years of preparation and I’m ready for the challenge that awaits tomorrow.

It’s New York City Marathon eve and I feel nothing but optimism.  My body is rejuvenated and functioning at 100%.  My spirit to compete is re-energized by a city, and race, that make you believe in endless possibilities.  My heart is at peace, grateful for these opportunities and experiences.

Happy Halloween!




Quick Facts and links:

Start time: 9:50am EST

Live updates from NYC: @cleonrun

Bib Number: 16

How to watch: ESPN2: 9:00am – 12:30pm EST (more info here)

Athlete tracking info

TCS NYC Marathon homepage

Pan American Games selection resolution

It’s been a wild and messy week, but I am happy to announce that I have been named to the US team for the 2015 Pan American Games.  There is obviously more to this story than the end result, but I’ve got a marathon to run in 10 days and will focus all of my attention on getting ready for that.  Here is the story for now: http://registerguard.com/rg/sports/33302040-81/eugene-marathoner-craig-leon-earns-team-usa-spot-to-pan-american-games.html.csp

It’s certainly not the way I envisioned making my first USA team, but this is why I moved to Eugene.  This is every runner’s dream, to make a National team and represent your country and I am excited for the opportunity.




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Unpredictable Spring Leads to Costa Rica Win

Like so many other Americans, I did some traveling for last weekend’s 4th of July holiday.  The destination, however, was decidedly un-American: Costa Rica.  I was making my first trip to the small, Central American country thanks to an invitation to compete in the Correcaminos Half Marathon.  So I boarded a plane in Eugene on Thursday and traveled to Los Angeles, onto Dallas, before reaching San Jose, Costa Rica – nothing says I am ready to race like a full day of travel!

The cliffs notes version of this story is that I won the race by 25-seconds, crossing the finish line in 1:05:41 (the full recap is below).  For a whole heckuva lot of reasons, this win was incredibly rewarding:

  • First international race and win.
  • The race was contested in hot, humid conditions at 1300m altitude; none of which I felt prepared for.
  • I don’t speak Spanish and that made the normal tasks difficult, especially on race morning.
  • It’s been an up and down Spring, as I worked through some right foot soreness, and so I really didn’t know how fit I was.

The pesky tib posterior tendon!

The past few months have been unlike anything I have ever experienced in my running career.  For the first time in 18 years of running, I was actually “injured”.  Shortly after the Houston Marathon, I started to develop some tightness, stiffness, soreness on the inside of my right foot.  I hoped that running would loosen it up some but it never really got better.  I was able to run on it, but I just felt like I couldn’t push off and my pop wasn’t there.  After the USA 15k Championships in March, I decided to take a week off to see if those tendons and ligaments would calm down.  The time off definitely helped, but there was still some lingering pain on the bottom of my foot – similar to plantar fasciitis.  Again, I could run through this and things were not necessarily getting worse, but they weren’t exactly getting better either.

I used some races in May – Cap City Half Marathon, Eugene Marathon, Rhody Run 12k - to try and race myself back into shape.  I got better workouts competing in these races than I would have just doing tempo runs out along Lorane Highway and I was able to maintain some pretty good fitness.

The Spring roller coaster continued as late May arrived and so to did the Eugene grass pollen season.  That immediately sent me indoors to the treadmill.  Added to that was the removal of two upper wisdom teeth in early June and another missed week of training.  I probably took more days of in the 12 weeks between March 15 and June 8th than I have missed in the past 3-4 years combined.  It was incredibly frustrating, but taking the time off in June when I had my teeth pulled was ultimately when my foot pain began to dissipate.  It’s been good and improving since then.  Still, all of the sporadic training left me a little worried for last week’s half marathon.

Commence Costa Rica race recap…

After a long day of flying, I arrived in Costa Rica on Thursday evening.  I had done almost no research on Costa Rica prior to leaving, so I was blindly traveling to this foreign country and had little in the way of expectations.  One of the race organizers, Dinia Valenzuela, picked me up from the airport and dropped me off at the hotel.  She spoke English and so to did the hotel staff member who checked me in, which was encouraging because my Spanish vocabulary is very limited.  I went to bed on Thursday night thinking I had Costa Rica all figured out.

IMG_4865I woke to a different reality on Friday morning.  Some of the other elite athletes were meeting for a run, so I decided to join them.  There were two Colombians, a Venezuelan, a Panamanian, and two Mexicans.  One of the Mexican athletes, my roommate Pedro, spoke English, but his English was just slightly better than my Spanish.  We all introduced ourselves and then jogged over to the park for our training run.  It was such an incredibly unique and interesting experience to run alongside them for an hour, listening to them talk and laugh, and have absolutely no clue what they were talking about.  Every once and a while I would recognize a word or phrase and could add a laugh or nod, but for the most part I was incapable of communicating with them.

I hoped to be able to get out of San Jose and explore Costa Rica a bit, but I quickly realized on Friday that because of my limited Spanish speaking abilities, it was best for me to just lounge around the hotel until race morning.  They were pretty typical pre-race hotel days: resting and eating, with a stop at the expo.  The other athletes always made sure to include me in their meals and with each passing meal/day we got better at communicating through broken Spanglish and body language.  By the end of the weekend, my charades game was on point!

We had a 4am wake up call on race morning so that we could catch the bus out to the start line.  I owe another thank you to Dinia and Christopher Monge for helping me navigate my way to the start line; again, when you don’t speak the language, it’s easy to board the wrong bus and end up at the wrong place!  I rode out to the start line with a bus full of pacers.  Unlike in the US where everyone pretty much keeps to themselves, there were lively discussions taking place, which provided great energy and enthusiasm on board.  We were also driving towards a beautiful sunrise over one of Costa Rica’s many volcanoes.  I was getting excited to race!

The bus made it to the start line about 45-minutes prior to the race start time.  Now, this is where being someone who just goes with the flow is actually beneficial.  I usually begin my warmup an hour prior to the start of a race.  We arrived 45 minutes before; no big deal.  Now I need to find out where I can check my bag so that I can pick it up at the finish line.  Want to do that?  Join the other 3,000 people trying to do the same thing.  It was chaos, ha! Once I got my bag loaded into a truck we had about 30 minutes before the start of the race.  Time to warmup for a few miles.  As the warmup began, I realized that I needed to go to the bathroom, but I can’t just duck into the bushes because, you know, #2.  So I make my way back to the start area, but every porta-john line is about 30 people deep, so it becomes clear that this race will be run on a full tank – if you know what I mean.

8,000 on the start line.

8,000 on the start line.

After doing some drills in a nearby park, I decided to make my way to the start line.  Because the entire street was full of ready-to-start runners, I knew I wouldn’t be able to make it the start line by trying to squeeze my way through all of the corrals, so I decided to run around the block and that way.  The problem with this plan was that the road was blocked off with security from that side, so when I tried to enter, they wouldn’t let me through.  Another problem, the security guard was speaking to me in Spanish and I was trying to tell him in English that I was an elite and needed to be at the front.  Luckily, the race director saw this conversation, came over and spoke with the guard and – boom! – I was through to the start line.  The craziest 45-minute pre-race, ever!

When the race finally began, the pack of runners covered about 100m before making a hard left-hand turn.  I rounded the corner and immediately ran into spectators who had not moved out of the street before the start of the race.  Talk about a crazy start!  I lost about 10-15 seconds on the lead runners right from the get-go.  Since we still had 13 miles to run, there wasn’t any reason to go chasing after them right away, especially given the altitude.  My experience with running at altitude is pretty limited, but I know enough to realize once you go into oxygen debt, getting out of it is pretty difficult.

With the race underway, I began to slowly close the gap on the leaders.  Usually in races here in the States I know about my competition prior to the race and will have an idea of who might be capable of running what.  This wasn’t the case here.  I knew the Colombian Juan Carlos Cardona Rios had been to 3 Olympic Games and had a marathon PB of 2:12.  I knew that Pedro Mora (Venezuela) had been to the London Olympics.  But everyone else was a mystery to me.  Honestly, it was kind of fun to run a race like this.  It felt like high school again: I want to beat you, but don’t know exactly what the strategy should be, so I’m just going to try and be faster than you.

Muy Caliente!

Muy Caliente!

Once I caught back up to the main pack around the 5-mile mark, I decided to settle in until we got through the halfway point.  By the time we reached 8 miles, it was down to just me and Pedro Espinoza Perez (Mexico).  I was able to open up a gap on him just before 15k and basically ran the last 6k hard enough to keep a cushion between us.  I’m really glad that he didn’t make a late charge because I think it would have been difficult to change gears once I passed 18k – that’s when I started to feel some of that Costa Rican heat and humidity.

The end result was a very rewarding win.  These last few months have been tough and it just felt so good to be back out there competing and running with a bit of an edge.  I was curious as to what my time equates to at sea level and found this helpful chart; I wasn’t as out of shape I thought.  The weekend also gave me a greater appreciation for the road racing system that we have in America and will cause me to show more empathy towards foreign runners who come to race here in the US without much knowledge of the English language.  I want to thank the Costa Rican running community for being so welcoming and providing such a great cultural experience.  I hope this isn’t the last time I race in Costa Rica, but I know that I will come back to visit again regardless.

Back to the training grind.




Houston Marathon recap

The most difficult hurdle for any athlete to conquer is fear. A full calendar year without a running PR manifests a little self-doubt. After my experience in Chicago, I thought being able to walk away from a marathon with a positive taste in my mouth would be the antidote.

Why not just fix things in practice instead of hopping right back into another marathon cycle? Well, I’ve never feared anything in training, and consequently, it’s hard to overcome any apprehensions without actually racing. The physical components of training come naturally for me; running is what I do, everyday. My training sessions have become such a part of my daily life that I don’t really put much thought into any of them – even the hard ones – I just do them and move on to the next one.

I had to race. Because I don’t care how many races you’ve run, there’s nothing routine about them. Races serve as your final exam and how you will be judged. No one ever gets nervous about the daily homework, but we can all remember the stressed feeling before taking a big test. And there are certain races/tests that cause more anxiety than others, like ones where you have to do well because a previous one went poorly. Or maybe you experience more pressure because you feel under-prepared.

That is exactly how I felt heading into last weekend’s Houston Marathon. Since my last race wasn’t what I hoped for, it was important to not follow that up with another dud. But my preparation for Houston was less than anything I have done for a marathon in the past two years. All of a sudden, it’s Thursday, I’m heading to Texas, and I’m scared to race. Why heck am I running a marathon? That was the question playing over and over again in my mind on the flights to Houston.

Even someone who has never competed in sport knows that my mind wasn’t in a good place three days prior to a race.

But a funny thing happened when I arrived to Houston. I saw familiar places and talked with familiar faces. I ran along the same path I’ve run on now 4 of the last 5 Januarys. I sat soaking up the sun in the park adjacent to the hotel and had dinner with my cousin and her family. The familiarity of everything reminded me that this was a test that I could pass, and all of the sudden, my nerves were replaced with excitement.

I spent Saturday afternoon pouring through my training logs from the last 6 months. Sure, my buildup over the past 10 weeks wasn’t as strong as it could have been, but I had a few good workouts during that stretch and a plethora of great sessions from my pre-Chicago phase. Maybe I wasn’t in a position to aggressively attack the race like I had been in Chicago or Boston, but I could find enough quality in my training sessions to realize I could probably still run 5:10 pace and if I was feeling good, break 2:15. By bedtime on Saturday night, I felt pretty good about the possibilities Sunday morning would bring.

tnLeon_Craig-Houston15Unlike some of the major marathons, the field for a race like Houston is a little thinner up front, so there’s always more of a concern that you will run alone for much of the race. Fortunately, fellow American – and 61-minute half marathoner – Aaron Braun was hoping to run similar times through the first half of the race. We wound up working together for the first 25k (15.5 miles) of the race. The early pace was comfortable enough for me that I began gaining confidence with each passing mile. At one point, I even thought that maybe there was a good performance buried in me after all.

We crossed the halfway point around 67-minutes and immediately my head began crunching the numbers: if I could run an even split race, I would finish up with something close to my PR. Aaron began to put a little distance between us shortly after 25k, but I was able to keep within striking distance over the next 5 miles. I knew if I could keep him close, he could pull me along to a fast time.

By mile 22, the gap was bigger and I started to feel some fatigue. However, the shooting cramps that I got in my calves and hamstrings in Chicago and Boston the previous year never arrived, so I was able to run unencumbered, albeit tired. Miles 22-25 weren’t great – 5:16, 5:16, 5:26 – but probably to be expected given how my training had gone. Rather than continuing to slow over the last mile, I rallied to close in 5:12, which is the quickest I have ever closed in a marathon, and crossed the finish line for a time of 2:14:43 and 9th place.

The end result will show another 2:14 marathon – the 3rd of my career. But not all 2:14 marathons are created equally. The 2015 Houston Marathon was absolutely a good 2:14 for me because I felt like I ran to my potential on that day. If I had a faster time in me, it was probably only seconds and not minutes. I also found myself grinding and fighting again late in the race. I was too gassed in the later stages of both Chicago and Boston last year to even feel like I was competing; I was just trying to survive to the finish line.

The 2015 Houston Marathon was about replacing some bad marathon memories. By that standard, it was a success. I know that when it comes time to train for another one of these I’ll be able to recall some positive moments and feelings. As sport psychology goes, that is a good thing.

Probably more importantly though is that I’m already itching to get back out there; therein lies the difference between a positive and negative marathon experience. When a marathon goes poorly, the recovery time is probably double what it might normally be. I took a day off on Monday, but ran every other day this past week while I was in New York City and plan to hop back into some workouts this week once I get settled back into Eugene.

I would like to run at least one more marathon before next February’s USA Olympic Marathon Trials race, but that won’t happen in these next 6 months. My attention during this time will be directed to some shorter distances. It’s been a while since I’ve dedicated a significant block of training to something other than the marathon and it’s a challenge I’m looking forward to.




2015 Houston Marathon Splits – Powered by Garmin

Splits Time Cumulative Time Moving Time Distance Elev Gain Elev Loss
1 5:09.2 5:09.2 5:09 1.01 27 19
2 4:58.8 10:08 4:59 1.00 4
3 5:01.9 15:10 5:02 1.01 22
4 5:06.5 20:16 5:07 1.02 25
5 5:05.1 25:21 5:04 1.00
6 5:05.9 30:27 5:06 1.01
7 5:07.5 35:35 5:08 1.00
8 5:04.6 40:39 5:05 1.02 7
9 5:06.1 45:45 5:05 1.00
10 5:04.8 50:50 5:05 1.00 3
11 5:07.9 55:58 5:08 1.02
12 5:14.4 1:01:12 5:14 1.02 7
13 5:06.7 1:06:19 5:08 1.01
14 5:16.2 1:11:35 5:16 1.04 8
15 5:07.3 1:16:43 5:07 1.00 5
16 5:59.4 1:22:42 5:59 1.18 7 3
17 4:11.5 1:26:54 4:12 0.83
18 5:49.7 1:32:43 5:49 1.17 8 14
19 9:21.1 1:42:04 9:21 1.85 9 3
20 5:07.3 1:47:12 5:07 1.01 7
21 5:08.8 1:52:20 5:09 1.01
22 5:15.5 1:57:36 5:16 1.01 30
23 5:16.1 2:02:52 5:16 1.01 26 30
24 5:25.3 2:08:17 5:26 1.01 15
25 5:12.0 2:13:29 5:12 0.98 10
26 1:13.9 2:14:43 1:13 0.23