Friday, February 25, 2005


"Madelyn, thank you for the paper. Now go ahead and get out the lawnmower and cut the grass."
"But, Dad, I'm not even 2 years old yet.."
"Right, than just trim the hedges..." Posted by Hello

Mini-Mom fetching the daily paper for Dad... Posted by Hello

The Princess upon hearing her Father is late from his run... Posted by Hello

Tuesday, February 22, 2005


Leading the Elite 5000m race in Mexico... Posted by Hello

A proud Mom with her happy Daughter, post-race.  Posted by Hello

Madelyn crossing the finish line!!! Posted by Hello

Madelyn racing along in her first 1K run in Galveston, Texas... Posted by Hello

Wednesday, February 16, 2005


Perla and I at the Cola de Caballo with the Sierra Madre in the background.. Posted by Hello

Tuesday, February 15, 2005


This image has been in my dreams since.. Posted by Hello

Battling the non-rabbit-respecting Kenyans... Posted by Hello

The "lineup" before the gun.. Posted by Hello

Delicious, baby-goat.. yummy... Posted by Hello

Perla and I in front of DINNER!  Posted by Hello

Perla and I before the start of the 10K in front of the "Tec" stadium.. Posted by Hello

Perla, Dionicio Ceron, and myself. Posted by Hello

The Starting Line of the 10K, with the imposing "horse's saddle" mountain in the background. Posted by Hello

Runners North-Monterrey 5000m

Rabbiting Duties

Following the HP Houston Marathon, I was invited to participate in an elite 5000m track race in Monterrey, Mexico on February 13th, 2005. At the time, I felt I would be recovered and ready to run hard and compete at a high level. However, subsequent training tests and workouts indicated I was in a far deeper depletion-hole than I thought, and thus had to cancel on the race, but I followed through with the trip with my wife, Perla.

Perla was born in Nuevo Leon (General Bravo, about 1 hour outside the city limits of Monterrey) and had not been to Monterrey since her high school days, so she joined me on the voyage to run the accompanying 10K road race.

Flying down to the Harlingen Airport on Friday night, we were welcomed with a cherry red Ford Mustang convertible- the "economy car" I had rented from Enterprise. We drove the hour to McAllen and stayed the night at a Motel 6 before heading out for the Reynosa border check early Saturday morning. Here's where things got interesting: I was not allowed to drive the rental car into Mexico. Why? I already had a "permiso" (permit) for my own personal car, Nelly, when we drove down to General Bravo for the funeral of Perla's grandmother in Jan of 2004. So, I was not allowed to have two "permisos" at one time and had to cancel my personal car one first. So, I figured I could pay a fine and get it taken care of: nope. I had to drive the car down and they had to see it in person! We then said, what if Perla drives. "Is the contract under her name?" Nope. That was no good either. Finally, we crossed back over to the good ol' USA, called Enterprise, had Perla added as a driver and then crossed back over to Mexico to trick the border agents that the contract was now in Perla's name. It worked and we were on our way...

However, driving a red Mustang convertible in Mexico is a red flag. The Mustang is America's emblem of speed and power, and having a young couple behind the wheel with the top down was sure to bring trouble and it did, as we were stopped at the first checkpoint and held for about 5 minutes. But we were soon on our way to Monterrey, at times cruising at speeds nearing 120 mph!

Entering the city limits on a foggy afternoon, I couldn't see any mountains and was disappointed, but then all of a sudden Perla's like, "Gaby, look, there's one!" And I look up and I swear, higher than the moon at full heighth in sky, there was a mountain-top! It was amazing. Then, suddenly, peaks started appearing everywhere and it was so breathtaking. I hadn't seen mountains since my stint in Utah, but this was different. Since Monterrey is nestled in a valley between the Sierra Madre range, the mountains are so imposing. And the best mountain of all is the "horse's saddle", which I will post a picture of here.

After finding the hotel, we sat through the introduction ceremony and race details, said hi to Carlos Guerrero (Race Director) who didn't recognize me at first, and then had a great talk with marathon legend Dionicio Ceron (three-time London marathon champ, World Championship Silver Medallist in '93, Fukuoka-Beppu-Rotterdam champ) with Perla. There was also a video of his amazing 1:00 Half Marathon in Philadelphia. What a down-to-earth, humble runner. The purest of the pure "mountain goats", as I term them. He lived at 2600m (8,500 feet) his entire life, training and living there. What a great human being and beaming of self-confidence, but wanting to help anyone.

We checked into our hotel room (small bed) and rested a little as I was suffering from either an altitude induced headache or from driving in the sunlight (working 60 hours/week and running in darkness, I was not used to the sun in my eyes- squinting). Anyhow, we got out and walked around the "Macroplaza". There were thousands of young folk (mostly teenage girls) visiting the hundreds of shops. The street was completely torn up and there were beggers everywhere, playing accordians or offering roses (Valentine weekend). From there we went to eat dinner at the infamous El Rey de Cabrito (King of the Baby Goat), and ordered the cultural dish of "cabrito" (baby goat). We ordered the "pehco" or chest and another order of "arrechera" or their version of fajitas, along with a couple of Sol's for Perla and a couple of Dos XX's Lager for me. After a delicious meal, we visited the goat room for a picture and then walked home to rest up for tomorrow's "races."

We awoke at 5:30, and headed to the lobby at 6:00 am and met Noe Jurado of Chihuaha. Jurado is the youngest hot gun on the Mexican running circuit. An 8:52 steepler and consistent sub-15 min/31 min 5K/10K runner on the roads, he is already infamous for his aggressive racing. He had just arrived on a 12-hour bus ride from Chihuaha only minutes ago, with the race 4 hours away and he hadn't slept much at all (he would go on to run 14:39!). Amazing, so full of confidence that he could defeat the Kenyans because he trains with many of them. Anyhow, we were off..

The 10K road race started outside of the Technologico Stadium of Monterrey, or "El Tec". My plan was to run with Perla the whole way, and I did up to 5K and that's where she slowed down because of her knee and I ran with Dionicio Ceron (once in a lifetime opportunity) from 5-8K, and then returned with Perla for the final 2K to finish in about 42-minutes. My day was supposed to be done, but I had BS'd with Carlos Guerrero that I would rabbit. At first he said, great, 5 laps of 65-seconds/lap, and I said, no-way! Not at this altitude and plus, I hadn't run a workout since the Houston Marathon less than a month ago. My only "workouts" had been steady 7-mile runs after work! So, we agreed on 4 laps of 65. A 4:20 mile at 3000 ft. and 80-degrees after the 10K run. We would see. I would try my best.

While warming up, I was panting, not accustomed to the altitude. I found I could run hard, but once I stopped I would be panting for air and heaving. Oh well, I was to draw upon all my track racing experiences for this duty of pace-making for the 8 Kenyans and 21 Mexicans. After being announced as "El campeon nacional de Houston en el maraton" (the national champion of Houston in the marathon- sounds better in Spanish), we all lined up and I tried to squeeze into Lane 1 next to the Kenyans, explaining that I was the rabbit. But they understood neither English nor Spanish, and to make matters worse, Guerrero did not announce my intentions clearly and then said that there was a 7000.00 peso bonus for a sub-13:35 clocking (best time on Mexican soil, I think). I knew there was no way anyone would run a sub-13:35 in these conditions because 1) the altitude and 2) it was bordering on upper-80 degree weather. Anyhow, the gun..

I lost 10m in the first 50m to the Kenyans. Sprinting wildly, I caught up, passed them and took control of the lead with a 28-29 second 200. Telling myself to relax (going out this fast is not what I wanted), I hit the quarter in 63-64, and then to my surprise, 2 Kenyans shoot by me! Startled to do my job, I dig deep, re-pass them and control the next 400m to hit 800m in 2:08-2:09 when, bam! they pass by me again! I'm like no way! I'm doing my job, and I'm running very hard, gasping for air, but I dig again (to the crowd's pleasure- white guy trying to win) and pass the Kenyans. But this time, they think I'm racing them to win and at the 1100m mark, they pass me for good, as I am starting to lose form, though I debate going for the 4th "vuelta" (lap), I realize I am no longer rabbiting and I would not be doing my job, so I weave off the track passing 1200m in 3:16-3:17 and cheer everyone on. However, my job is not done, as the Master of Ceremonies announces, "Gabriel Rodriguez of Houston has finished his job and now would like to share some words (in Spanish, of course)" and he hands me the mic, to which I reply in Spanish, "I would like to thank Monterrey, Runners North and Carlos Guerrero for this opportunity and Viva Mexico!!" This throws the fans into a frenzy and we are all smiles..

The race: defending champion, Jesus Torres (23-years old, 13:42 PR at altitude), runs a brave race, moving up to finish 2nd behind Josphat Kibet of Kenya, 14:05 to 14:08. A swarm of Mexicans and Kenyans finish soon after and the race is done. I translate for the Kenyan for the cameras and crowd and Perla and I are off to the hotel to check out and head to the Cola de Caballo (Horse's Tail), a beautiful waterfall that we end up over-shooting by 50 miles and end up not being able to see in light of our time-crunch situation to drive back to the border and Harlingen to make our flight. Anyhow, a great trip and a wonderful experience and we will continue to train hard so that we may be offered this great opportunity again.

My final words to the Director were, "next time, I will be ready to race to win." Press On!!!

The rabbit (me, #4) leading the pack in Monterrey... Posted by Hello

Friday, February 11, 2005

Track Takes

Mexican Diplomacy
Tonight my wife and I depart for Monterrey, Mexico, in what promises to be one of many racing opportunities in the future. Monterrey is a northern city in Mexico renowned for its education and its beauty, as it sits between beautiful mountain ranges. It will be my first trip to Monterrey, as I have only passed through back in 2001 when I raced the Coahuila 21K in Saltillo.

I was invited to partake in Elite 5000m track race that is hosted by Runner's North and Director Carlos Guerrero, based on my performance at the HP Houston Marathon and at the Total Fina International Friendship Run 10K back in November. However, recovery issues from Houston have altered plans, and I will not be able to compete in the 5000m, but I am still making the trip to meet the Runners North "equipo" and establish good relations between the Mexican running federation and the On the Run Racing Team. We hope in the future, as racing team members improve, that more racing opportunities will be available for the team.

I will post a complete report of the trip, along with pictures in the upcoming days. But before I leave here are some things that have been on my mind lately...

Peter Gilmore Interview
I really liked this interview by MensRacing.com on Peter Gilmore. Gilmore seems to have his head on straight and is enjoying some fantastic running by being just an old-school, hard-working marathoner. I really like his approach to training and racing and hope one day to be able to emulate his methodology. Runners like Gilmore give me hope that a 2:15 clocking is not out of reach...

The Next Bob Kennedy?
This past weekend, the collegiate distance scene was quite unbelievable, especially at the University of Indiana. Fellow Floridians (was fortunate to be able to watch the Jeffersons race while I was in Florida) Sean and John Jefferson blazed to sub-4:00 miles, with Sean breaking Jim Spivey's school record (3:57.04) with his 3:56.44 negative-split race. John wasn't too shabby, blitzing a 3:57.85, as it was the twin brother's first times under the magical 4:00 barrier. The Jeffersons have been phenoms since their high school days, and with the ease in which Sean won the NCAA indoor champinships in 2004 in 4:00.16, this result was no surprise.

However, what also occurred at the Meyo Invitational at Notre Dame resonated loudly throughout the running community: American legend Bob Kennedy's 14-year old indoor 3000m school record of 7:55.93 had been shattered by Stephen Haas and his 7:51.00 breakthrough performance. Who, you ask, is Stephen Haas? Don't worry, I had to do some major brain-scanning to remember that (I think) he was a FootLocker All-American and a 4:10/9:00 runner. Solid times emerging from high school, but in his three years at Indiana had not truly fulfilled his potential or indicated he was capable of such a breakthrough. However, the Senior from North Carolina lived up to all expectations last weekend with his 7:51.

But here's the point of my entry: will Haas be the next Bob Kennedy? And why not? I would hope he would be thinking that perhaps he could be the next American under 13-minutes for 5000m. I hope he gets such a tremendous rush of adrenaline and hope from this performance that it opens his eyes and aspirations to push the envelope and attempt to progress like Kennedy did. Kennedy dropped from 7:53 to 7:38 in one year. Haas went from 8:19 to 7:51. Tremendous improvement for Hoosier that has a 4:08 mile personal best and a 14:06, 5000m best. We could assume Haas may drop like Kennedy did over 5000m (Kennedy went 14:21 to 13:42). My prediction: watch for Haas to run a 13:40 this outdoor season.

But let's get to the underlying issue: will Haas sub-13 minutes? Or anyone for that matter that has run faster than Kennedy did while in the NCAA? What separates a Bob Kennedy from the multitude of collegiates that show tremendous middle distance prowess? Conventional coaching theory and observation would lead to the conclusion that, no, Haas, and Jefferson for that matter, will not run faster than Kennedy and Spivey. But their records were broken, thus therein lies the potential. How can we assure that these kids (and countless others) continue pressing on towards new American records?

Once again, conventional coaching knowledge will tell you that Haas needs to develop the speed of his teammates (sub-4:00 miling). Kennedy was capable of 3:56. Others would argue that Haas could probably sub-4 right now. Well, we shall see. Kennedy remained with his coach (the great Sam Bell) throughout his track career. Perhaps that was the one key to Kennedy's success: stability in coaching and training technique. He had confidence in his coach and confidence in his training. Kennedy also sought out to train with the best in the world, not just the best Americans. Sure, the Farm Team and Hansons are the best positives that have happened to American distance running since the 90's, but those programs pit American vs. American. How about importing (or exporting) some Africans into the programs? How good would Brian Sell be if he could train in a group consisting of Evans Rutto and Timothy Cherigat? How good could Charlie Gruber be training with the likes of Hicham El Guerrouj or Bernard Lagat? Perhaps a graduation of the "American-only" syndrome could be reached.

Spivey is perhaps America's most underrated distance runner. His range is legendary. His consistency unmatched. But he did switch coaches and he did not train with Africans. Anyhow, we need to assure that these kids are put in the best possible positions to succeed. Let's follow this experiment through...

I will restate: I hope that Stephen Haas and Sean Jefferson can both start realizing (like Dathan Ritzenhein and Alan Webb have) that they are the future of American distance running. They have replaced legends within their own institutional walls, and now should proceed to conquer the post-collegiate world. But, only time will tell if their efforts will be a little known fact, or if their efforts this past weekend spurred them to greatness. I wish them the best.

Exploiting the Africans
For all those that witnessed the Boston Indoor Games 3000m, I sympathize with you. The Boston Indoor Games 3000m was perhaps the saddest event I have witnessed since my birth. Brought to reality, to my reality, that these African distance runners are constantly being abused via over-racing and crib-robbing.

Whoever told Kenenisa Bekele (Ethiopia) that it would be best for him to compete in this 3000m race less than a month after the sudden death of his fiancee should be excommunicated from the running world. A part of me tells me that all Bekele wanted to do in January was roll up into the fetal position in his bed in Ethiopia and cry, and moan, and mourn the death of his loved one. He had no business attempting to race 3000m at the internationa level under such a pressure-filled arena.

Did anyone see him at the start? Heavy-eyed, not even shaven (never have I seen facial hair on an Ethiopian; hair growing in patches), and not even fit. He looked soft, fragile, robotic, compelled to race to fulfill the promise of racing in America. And for what? To avenge the death of his fiancee? Or to please agents and race directors. He accomplished nothing but more hurt, more disappointment. He came for glory for his woman and left with embarrassment. It was a sad day for our sport. A sad day, indeed, for track and field. Bekele, I am sorry.

Mile Ambition
It's about time that Track begins talk of World Records again. I am talking about Bernard Lagat's attempt at Hicham El Guerrouj's world record, 3:48.45, at the Tyson Invitational at the University of Arkansas today and tomorrow.

Lagat has a great shot at the record, but it has been a while since track's elites have attempted such ambitious records. I can't remember the last time someone attempted to set the world record. It must have been El Guerrouj back in '98, when he set the record. After that race, he pretty much retired from indoor world record setting. Gebrselassie gave the 1500m world record a good scare, but no one has seriously run a blazing indoor Mile since 1998- not until Lagat blitzed a 3:52 at the Millrose Games.

That performance was mind-boggling and a once-in-a-lifetime. Such a tight track, such a huge victory. Second place was 4:00! Almost 8-seconds in the course of a Mile over the likes of Laban Rotich and Alan Webb. It was stunning. It made me think he could sub-3:50 on a legit 200m banked track (like at Arkansas).

The only thing hurting Lagat is competition. He will be alone. There will be no Geb that chases El G. Perhaps this will stir El G out of his throne in Morocco to take notice, your record may fall, King. El G's record being broken would be the best happening in track since Bekele's mind-boggling 2004 season in which he broke Gebrselassie's 5000 & 10,000m track records. Perhaps this will get El G re-focused on the 1500 and Mile and have him give another go at it.

Bernard Lagat will not get the record, but he will run 3:48.68. So close, yet so far. Much like the finish of the Athens Olympics 1500m, where Lagat just lost out to El Guerrouj for Gold. Once in the shadow (ask Paul Tergat), it is hard to emerge on your own. You are cursed. Lagat, move up to the 5000m- quickly!

Sunday, February 06, 2005


Perla and Madelyn in Daddy's future toy... Posted by Hello

Fulfilling a Dream

2005 Houston Auto Show

My family and I ventured to the 2005 Houston Auto Show at Reliant Park. We attended this showcase last year, and amazingly a full year has passed. This year, however, I went with an agenda: I was to select the future car of my dreams.

Three cars have pretty much made up my fantasy list since I began working: the Infiniti G35 Sedan, the BMW 325i, and the Lexus IS300. Today I was to take an up-close and personal inspection of my future vehicle. And when I mean future, I mean at least 2008. Let me explain.

I currently own a 1998 Nissan 200SX, otherwise known as "Nelly." I grew up in a family consisting of one older brother and a younger sister and another younger brother. My older brother, Alex, was given his first car for high school, a Honda CR-X, that was a navy/black manual coupe in which he suffered a pretty bad accident, and thus, totaled (so no car for me). His next car was a 1978 Jeep CJ-7 that was fluorescent yellow and it was a lemon (thus, no car for me). He was then given a red Toyota Paseo for college, which I rarely drove and he drove into the ground (thus, no car for me). By then, I was ready to head for college and I had gotten tired of my parents telling me I could run everywhere if I needed to get somewhere. If I did need a car, I was able to borrow my dad's red Geo Metro which I basically destroyed by driving pedal-to-the metal all the time. My other choice was my mom's Chevy Lumina van (that picture looks eerily similar to our van back in the day). Anyhow, I was now 21 years old and I never had a car! And to make matters worse, my parents purchased my little sister and little brother a car: a Toyota Corrolla!!! How could all my siblings have cars and I have nothing!? Then, my older brother buys a sweet red Toyota Celica, one of my dream cars at the time.

Well, I get hired at Texas-Pan American and am in desperate need of a car because I am tired of, literally, running everywhere in the Valley and borrowing my boss' car when in dire need. By 2001, I am hired as a full-time assistant and can finally afford a car (22 years later) and decide to purchase, guess, a navy Toyota Celica to rival my older brother's. The dealership even allows me to drive the car off the lot (with a sticker price of mid-$20,000). I get home, show it off to the team, and the next day I need to submit my insurance information, when, BAM!, my insurance for the car is over $300/month! Almost a quarter of my monthly salary! And that's not even taking into account my car payment, rent, etc. Just insurance. I end up sheepishly driving the car back to the dealership and hitchiking home...

So, back to Nelly. I research car after car and one day I find this Nissan 200SX in the paper at a great price (b/c of high mileage) and after getting the Sports Information Director to go with me (Ford had ripped me off a month prior on a Focus) to negotiate. I make a $1000 down payment, and then the problem arises again: insurance (let's just say I drive like I run). I am about to walk out without the car (a car they desparately want to get rid of and lie to me on the price) and the sales manager gets on the phone with his buddy at Allstate and wha-la! Cheap car insurance. The car is mine....

So, onto 2005. Alex now has a 2004 Mazda RX-8. My little sister now has a 2004 Mazda 6, and my little brother still has the Toyota Corrolla. And I still have the Nissan 200SX (my wife has a 2003 Volkswagen Jetta GLS). So, why did I say 2008 in the introduction? Because I will not buy a brand new car (too expensive). I am going to buy used. My experience with Nelly has been perfect, and you can find a great used car if you know what you're doing (and if you're lucky). So, I plan to drive Nelly to her death (perhaps 2008) and reward myself with an Olympic Trials gift of a new car. And that car will be...

The 2005 version of the Infiniti G35 Sedan (Leather, 6MT). Bottom line is that it is more powerful than the BMW. The BMW is nice, but has the worst interior. Looks pretty cheap and cheesy. The Lexus had the best odometer and interior looks, but the Infiniti dominted on style and power and size. I will say the Lexus was the sportiest, and the Beemer was the best combination of sports/luxury looks (and more suited to my size), but it's going to be the Infiniti, unless cars drastically change over the next three years.

What this has to do with running? Not much, but once I get that car I hope to be running less.. :)

Monkey-Madelyn and Dad in the backyard.. Posted by Hello

Tuesday, February 01, 2005


Madelyn and Dad discussing goals for 2005.. Posted by Hello