THIS year wasn't the snowy sufferfest of last year, WHOOP!!
Clean and clear trails, WHOOP!!
I woke up with that, I really should stay in bed feeling. My late afternoon nap didn't do me any favors and I was tossing and turning till damn near 2 a.m. Oh well!!
The plan was the race, two laps = 10 miles then another lap and the rest of the yellow loop should get me damn close to 24 miles. The race went well. I paced my self and really felt Like I could run a full 6 laps (which would get me near that 50K mark).
Met up with the usual WTAC crew, hi guys, I wasn't feeling really social today. It happens. Thanks Johnny for the comments about the post on the NEMBA FB page, yep that Dave Smith is my husband. Monica and James came down from Providence to run the 5 miler, James placed in his age group!!! Erica and Peter were there, also for the 5 miler. Tony ( my neighbor) for the 5 miler, he was curious about these different trails in Burlingame. Nice to see friendly faces! Just not really chatty...
The first loop, I hung towards the back with Monica and Tony. Figured we were pretty much the tail end of the race. Eventually I lost Monica and caught glimpses of Tony every now and then. Erica and Peter were in a group ahead of me. Eventually she and her friends separated and left Peter by himself.
At the point where the trail turns a sharp left. Where I learned my lesson about how trails are marked, I saw Peter going straight and shouted for him that he should have gone left. He shouted back that I let him pass the turn so I could pass him. We laughed. He asked what mile we were at 3.3 I said and 19 bridges to cross and shouted out 19 and then 18 and decided I had enough of that. He never did catch up to me.
The trail wound in through the camp ground, sometimes it felt like the flags were on the left and others on the right. The RD is left handed so it would make sense that the flags would really be more on the left side of the trail, right? (now who's scratching their head, and asking themselves: is Mike left handed? and why the hell would anyone pick up on that detail? of course, if I'm wrong, let me know, I'm pretty sure on this one though, lots of left handers in my family)
From the beginning my legs felt heavy and frankly it felt like my ass weighed 100 lbs, there is junk in the trunk, but not THAT much. It was torture to pick up my feet in the really leafy sections, but I tried to keep from shuffling, although the sound of the dried leaves was really really nice!!
I knew I was in the tail end, this is where I run and as Jim the EE points out to me after doing a analysis of my races, statistically I have every right to be there. I love my geeky friend. Besides, if this were one of those pay a million dollars and get a medal races I'd be solidly middle of the pack, right? So I pay $15 a couple of canned goods and run on trails I can run for free any other day of the week, where I get timed and the result is forever findable on the internets (thank you Al Gore), and wonder if this will be my next DFL, I wasn't, I actually passed 2 people!
Lap 1 under 1 hour. Pshew, I was happy to not have gotten lapped by the winner. I think with the first Brrrr-lingame in 2012 I got lapped by the front runner.
Ditched my gloves (and remembered to pick them up after the race) for the second lap. I figured I was the last one, no one behind me was running the 10 miler, right?
And off to lap two, lost in my thoughts, and actually feeling good considering it felt like I was running through pudding. At the bridge section I see a group of bikers ahead, and one shouts "Runner" and the all pulled over. One of them had on a yellow riding jacket much like what Dave has, I though, oh he came out to see me. Yeah, right... Wasn't him. I thanked all the guys. One had a camera on his helmet. Imagine that is some interesting footage?
And back into the campgrounds, at this point I passed someone. Muttering they were too tired to run.. I thought, well that sucks. And now I'm not DFL.... oh well...
Made me think about being the eldest child and how much I hated, truly hated being the first one to do anything (well other than learn how to drive) I was the experiment, sometimes it went horribly wrong, sometimes not. Anyhoodles it was nice and I was lost in my thoughts about the lack of pressure not being first and managed to not land flat on my face stumbling over a rock well hidden by the leaves! HA!
2:04 was my final time. Results here. After the first lap I figured this would be about a 2:10 venture. My honest intent was to get in 14 more miles. That didn't happen. I made 4 and will give it a go on Sunday. Feeling a little (ok a lot) of frustration with myself. Rationally this is one run out of how many training runs and what are training runs for? To train and to test and to learn. Now I need to consider if Big River is a Saturday short run and I run long on Sunday or I just keep to my schedule. I'm not quite settled on the answer to that question, but I think I know the answer, as if 2013 didn't already make it crystal clear what the decision should be.
WTAC took it for the win, of course without my help. As Jackass would say "Beth you are the diversity hire, enjoy the ride." I enjoy the beer. Thanks guys!! Someday I'll pull my own weight! I truly am in awe of what each and every one of you accomplish, you all amaze me!
Enjoying the lovely weather and learning lessons. And off for a true 24 mile run in the woods.