So, yesterday, I ran the MCVET 5K race for the 4th time. First two times, I paced my now 14 year old. Last year I ran it for my own time. This year I did the same. The goal (as stated in my last entry) was sub-19. I did not make my goal, but I had a great race. Here is the story.
I had to awaken my 14 year old just before 5:30. We had not had a chance to pick up packets in advance. So, we drove to a little more than a half mile from the start of the race where parking is free and walked down. Easily found the packet pick up. Got our numbers, our goody bags, and out timing chips. And then met up with other runners from Back on My Feet. I wanted to get in a whole mile in adance of the race, so I left before the stretching was done and the Serenity Prayer was recited. Not what I wanted to do. But it gave me time for my warm up, a last trip to the rest room, and a few striders before the race. I did not line up in the front row but a few rows back. My goal was to go out at 6:06.
As we began the race, people sorted themselves out quickly into relative paces. There was a guy named Duance whom I see in a lot of local races. He didn't end up having a great day and I was surprised at how early I passed by him in this particular race. I don't think that I was passed or passed anyone except for one person after about the first mile. This is getting more and more typical in races I run where there are a relatively small number of fast competitive runners. This time there were 10 out of 242 who ran sub-20. I am not in any way saying that there is not some good competition and kicking it out at the end to win among runners who take longer. Just not usually a lot in the front.
So, I passed a few people who had gone out quickly. Saw that ahead of me there was at least one guy who looked clearly older than me and I knew Maurice was out there (it turns out that there were three) and I settled in. I have tried to make it a habit not to check my watch excessivley during the run especially because it is hard to know whether the watch is measuring exact distances. So, I came through. A time of over 6:20 was announced by the guy at the first mile marker. It had not felt that slow. Adding up the time that my watch said as it beeped for one mile plus the extra time to get there to the marker, I had 6:16 based on my watch. The second mile was all flat and involved teh turn around on Key Highway and passing the water stop. It was very warm out on the road despite the chilly start yesterday morning. I took a water at the water stop before the turn around (there are water stops just beorfore and jsut after the turn around) and poured it over my head. I had just passed someone whom I would spend the rest of the race in competition with. If nothing else, I finally had someone to push me the whole way. That was a good thing.
We continued back along Key Highway toward Light Street and reached mile 2. This time, my mile was right at the mark and I had a 6:09. I had picked up nicely but still not enough to really shoot for the sub-19. Goal was still to beat last year's time. Running neck and neck with the woman whom I'd passed and been jsut ahead of at the turn around. I don't know how "just ahead" of her I was, but I did worry about splashing her when I poured the water over my head.
Now, it was time to dig deep. The third mile is the only one with some uphill. I didn't think I had lost that much. And during the third mile, the woman who was running next to me offered some advice on how to fix my stance and stride. It helped me speed up but it is hard for a 44 year old who has been running since he was 14 to make major changes on the fly during a 5K.
We reached Calvert Street still running neck and neck. I was looking for the three mile sign. I don't know whether it was never put up or it had fallen down, but when all was said and done, I saw the six mile sign for the 10K race that used mostly the same course but I did not see the 3 mile sign for the 5K race. I wasn't going to worry about it. I had someone to outkick. Afterwards, I looked at my watch and it said 6:24. All that was relelvant at the time was that I not lose my place.
So, the last 0.14 according to my watch was run in 38 seconds. Was it 0.14 or just 0.1? It does't matter. I held my place, and the other runner and I congratulated each other. After having crossed teh finish line and gotten our chips removed she came over and made a further comment about my stride and mentioned to a friend of hers that it was just the coach in her coming out. She had had enough energy during the race to encourage the woman who won the race (good for her!) and the other woman who came in before we did. (This was after they had turned around on Key Highway but before we did.) And then to offer me some coaching. Not only that but she came back and was the third woman overall in the 10K as well. I don't know if I would recognize Amy anywhere else, but hats off to her for a great race and for helping me to come in ten seconds faster than I did last year. Goal achieved. And the race was actually a race rather than just a hard run surrounded by others.
A few other things beyond the race report.
First, this puts it at 837.3 miles for the year. I am on Illinois Route 3 in Venice, IL, right near a train yard and about to cross the Missippi and enter Missouri.
Second, I am wondering whether I make the commen I am about to make only because I didn't reach the goal, but for once I feel that the journey was as important as the destination. Runners talk about this issue a lot. I'd be interested in knowing from fellow runners whether they find it comes up much more when they have not reached a goal. But the key is what is more important--for a 5K, for a marathon, or for running in general? No simple answers here. But I found that yesterday, I was not as disappointed as I expected to be. I ran 16 seconds faster than a race three weeks before. I ran 10 seconds faster than the same race a year ago. I was eighth overall and first in my age group. I can't complain. My son got a medal as well. And I enjoyed the preparation.
Why did I enjoy the preparation? Because I had a plan that someone had helped me to develop and I worked through the plan. Every day. Every workout. Each one hour experience was just right. Why worry about whether 19 1/2 minutes was just right when for the eight weeks of preparation everything was.
I also learned something else about myself. I have said for years that running is no longer just an individual activity for me. The camaraderie I felt yesterday was amazing with so many runners from Back on My Feet. The many workouts with others leading up to yesterday. But I found during the preparation for this race, that one other thing was important. Talking with others about running.
The person who had helped me prepare a plan also wanted to know how each workout went. Having someone to talk with about each run provided an opportuntiy for useful insight and feedback. And it was nice to have someone to talk about running with who cares about it as much as I do. (There are plenty of people out there like that but not necessarily people I engage in conversation with every day.) It reminded me of why I like Johns Hopkins and why my oldest son has enjoyed the Baltimore School for the Arts and will attend a conservatory for college. It is great to be around people who care about your activity as much as you do.
So, in conclusion, hats off to Coach Shannon as well--for the plan to prepare and for helping to learn some more about running and some more about myself.
The two women who are first and foremost among those who have been strong in my life and are represented by Irene rescuing St. Sebastian in my tattoo are my wife and my mother. For my wife, every day of life with me and three boys in the house is a show of strength. With this running experience of the past eight weeks culminating yesterday with an enjoyable race, I have added Shannon and Amy to the list of strong women who have influenced my life.
I had to awaken my 14 year old just before 5:30. We had not had a chance to pick up packets in advance. So, we drove to a little more than a half mile from the start of the race where parking is free and walked down. Easily found the packet pick up. Got our numbers, our goody bags, and out timing chips. And then met up with other runners from Back on My Feet. I wanted to get in a whole mile in adance of the race, so I left before the stretching was done and the Serenity Prayer was recited. Not what I wanted to do. But it gave me time for my warm up, a last trip to the rest room, and a few striders before the race. I did not line up in the front row but a few rows back. My goal was to go out at 6:06.
As we began the race, people sorted themselves out quickly into relative paces. There was a guy named Duance whom I see in a lot of local races. He didn't end up having a great day and I was surprised at how early I passed by him in this particular race. I don't think that I was passed or passed anyone except for one person after about the first mile. This is getting more and more typical in races I run where there are a relatively small number of fast competitive runners. This time there were 10 out of 242 who ran sub-20. I am not in any way saying that there is not some good competition and kicking it out at the end to win among runners who take longer. Just not usually a lot in the front.
So, I passed a few people who had gone out quickly. Saw that ahead of me there was at least one guy who looked clearly older than me and I knew Maurice was out there (it turns out that there were three) and I settled in. I have tried to make it a habit not to check my watch excessivley during the run especially because it is hard to know whether the watch is measuring exact distances. So, I came through. A time of over 6:20 was announced by the guy at the first mile marker. It had not felt that slow. Adding up the time that my watch said as it beeped for one mile plus the extra time to get there to the marker, I had 6:16 based on my watch. The second mile was all flat and involved teh turn around on Key Highway and passing the water stop. It was very warm out on the road despite the chilly start yesterday morning. I took a water at the water stop before the turn around (there are water stops just beorfore and jsut after the turn around) and poured it over my head. I had just passed someone whom I would spend the rest of the race in competition with. If nothing else, I finally had someone to push me the whole way. That was a good thing.
We continued back along Key Highway toward Light Street and reached mile 2. This time, my mile was right at the mark and I had a 6:09. I had picked up nicely but still not enough to really shoot for the sub-19. Goal was still to beat last year's time. Running neck and neck with the woman whom I'd passed and been jsut ahead of at the turn around. I don't know how "just ahead" of her I was, but I did worry about splashing her when I poured the water over my head.
Now, it was time to dig deep. The third mile is the only one with some uphill. I didn't think I had lost that much. And during the third mile, the woman who was running next to me offered some advice on how to fix my stance and stride. It helped me speed up but it is hard for a 44 year old who has been running since he was 14 to make major changes on the fly during a 5K.
We reached Calvert Street still running neck and neck. I was looking for the three mile sign. I don't know whether it was never put up or it had fallen down, but when all was said and done, I saw the six mile sign for the 10K race that used mostly the same course but I did not see the 3 mile sign for the 5K race. I wasn't going to worry about it. I had someone to outkick. Afterwards, I looked at my watch and it said 6:24. All that was relelvant at the time was that I not lose my place.
So, the last 0.14 according to my watch was run in 38 seconds. Was it 0.14 or just 0.1? It does't matter. I held my place, and the other runner and I congratulated each other. After having crossed teh finish line and gotten our chips removed she came over and made a further comment about my stride and mentioned to a friend of hers that it was just the coach in her coming out. She had had enough energy during the race to encourage the woman who won the race (good for her!) and the other woman who came in before we did. (This was after they had turned around on Key Highway but before we did.) And then to offer me some coaching. Not only that but she came back and was the third woman overall in the 10K as well. I don't know if I would recognize Amy anywhere else, but hats off to her for a great race and for helping me to come in ten seconds faster than I did last year. Goal achieved. And the race was actually a race rather than just a hard run surrounded by others.
A few other things beyond the race report.
First, this puts it at 837.3 miles for the year. I am on Illinois Route 3 in Venice, IL, right near a train yard and about to cross the Missippi and enter Missouri.
Second, I am wondering whether I make the commen I am about to make only because I didn't reach the goal, but for once I feel that the journey was as important as the destination. Runners talk about this issue a lot. I'd be interested in knowing from fellow runners whether they find it comes up much more when they have not reached a goal. But the key is what is more important--for a 5K, for a marathon, or for running in general? No simple answers here. But I found that yesterday, I was not as disappointed as I expected to be. I ran 16 seconds faster than a race three weeks before. I ran 10 seconds faster than the same race a year ago. I was eighth overall and first in my age group. I can't complain. My son got a medal as well. And I enjoyed the preparation.
Why did I enjoy the preparation? Because I had a plan that someone had helped me to develop and I worked through the plan. Every day. Every workout. Each one hour experience was just right. Why worry about whether 19 1/2 minutes was just right when for the eight weeks of preparation everything was.
I also learned something else about myself. I have said for years that running is no longer just an individual activity for me. The camaraderie I felt yesterday was amazing with so many runners from Back on My Feet. The many workouts with others leading up to yesterday. But I found during the preparation for this race, that one other thing was important. Talking with others about running.
The person who had helped me prepare a plan also wanted to know how each workout went. Having someone to talk with about each run provided an opportuntiy for useful insight and feedback. And it was nice to have someone to talk about running with who cares about it as much as I do. (There are plenty of people out there like that but not necessarily people I engage in conversation with every day.) It reminded me of why I like Johns Hopkins and why my oldest son has enjoyed the Baltimore School for the Arts and will attend a conservatory for college. It is great to be around people who care about your activity as much as you do.
So, in conclusion, hats off to Coach Shannon as well--for the plan to prepare and for helping to learn some more about running and some more about myself.
The two women who are first and foremost among those who have been strong in my life and are represented by Irene rescuing St. Sebastian in my tattoo are my wife and my mother. For my wife, every day of life with me and three boys in the house is a show of strength. With this running experience of the past eight weeks culminating yesterday with an enjoyable race, I have added Shannon and Amy to the list of strong women who have influenced my life.
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