Friday, March 18, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
So a breakdown of the race. On the start line I was scoping out the competition out of the corner of my eye, and I saw a studly looking gal in Asics stuff about whom I thought, "Welp, she looks really fit, and she looks like a wily veteran. I'll just stay with her for a couple miles then lay down the hammer like BAM!" Unbeknowest to me at the time, she was Fiona Docherty and let's just say my little plan went out the window in the first 800 meters. My bad. But I didn't really fret much about it, I really thought I'd catch up on the hills since running uphill is one of the few things in life that I do effectively. That didn't happen either though and she wasn't coming back, so I hung on for second, picked people off, and finished in 25:36, which I didn't think was shabby for a doozy of a hilly 7k. The course was very different from 2 years ago, so there were lots of surprises but it was a great race.
The only drawback to the entire race however was my failure to conquer my arch-nemesis. I've met him at several races over the years, and even in some workouts here in Springs. He can often be seen roaming the Santa Fe Trail in the early hours of the morning with a languid, loping stride like some kind of giraffe. You'd know him if you saw him, he's an absurdly tall fellow with a nasty finishing kick. We'll call him Tall Kid. I was shadowed by this cagey opponent of mine for the duration of the race. Stalking me like a praying mantis stalks a butterfly. He sat about a foot off my shoulder the entire way as though trying to draft. Who drafts off of someone two feet shorter than themselves? In any case, he employed my least favorite tactic of all: the Sit-N'-Kick. A dirty way to race. He took off with 400 to go and I didn't stand a chance. All three or four of my fast-twitch muscle fibers were in over-drive, but it was like slow motion as I helplessly watched his shadow loom larger and larger and saw him pull away. It was like trying to outrun a wall of molten magma flowing from the very bowels of Mt.Vesuvius....but no matter. Now I understand my weakness and it must be honed to the finest edge....nobody uses the Sit-N'-Kick on me without eventually suffering serious repurcussions. The gauntlet has fallen: Tall Kid may have won the battle, but I will win the war!
So yeah it was a good race but I'm getting a little bit too much into some overly-dramatic detail. Next up? The Carlsbad 5k if I can swing it, but if not then probably something shorter on the track before going to Mt.Sac to race the 10k. Great job to all at Gate River and Happy St. Patrick's day!
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
I was really happy with my own race. After taking so much time off in December and January, and mainly doing base work for the last month, I wasn't really sure what kind of shape I was in. I kept most of the race around 6:00 pace. I remember thinking after a couple miles...can I hold this for 15K? I decided to take a risk and see what would happen. I stayed pretty consistent the entire race and survived the hill at the end! I ended up at 56:43, 2 seconds off of my PR. Really great start to the year!
Other highlights of my weekend:
* Men placing 2nd and women placing 3rd
* Ali sleep walking the night before the race...I had heard that she did that every now and then, but I had never actually seen it happen!
* Fried alligator and really good food at the post race party
* All the volunteers, Richard Fannin, and all the USATF staff that gave up their weekend to put on a really great race.
Not sure what's next for me. We were waiting to get through Gate River to see where I was fitness wise. Hopefully I'll have that figured out here pretty soon!
Monday, March 14, 2011
Great weekend in Jacksonville!!! Mens team was 2nd and Womens team was 3rd! I know i'm yelling a lot, but i'm kind of like Samuel L. Jackson (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-SI_ZgjcmPY ) when certain topic come up!
I want to dedicate this blog to anyone who is going to fly Delta in the future. If you find yourself in the last “zone” to board the plane and the stewardess informs you that there is no more overhead space and you will have to check your carry-on, do whatever you can to cram that duffle bag under the seat in front of you. Otherwise, you may never see your bag again.
Unfortunately, that scenario happened to me for the 15k championships this weekend. I eventually got my bag back thanks to my mother-in-law, who used to work for Delta, however, it was not in time for the race. I also want to thank the folks at Adidas, First Place Sports and the Gate River Elite Crew for helping me put together a racing kit at the last minute. Thanks to their help, equipment was not an issue during the race.
The race itself wasn’t so hot. The goal was to place in the top 10 and at the 10k mark, I was just off a pack of runners who were in about 6-11 place. It was around that point where the wheels came off, and I started going backwards. After the finish, I was pretty down about the whole trip until I was told our BRC team had unexpectedly finished second in the team competition, which I think is a solid accomplishment for a bunch of guys that have jobs or are in school. My next race is in 3 weeks at the Cooper River Bridge 10k in Charleston. Hopefully the travel will be a little less eventful.