Sunday, November 11, 2018

Flying Nutz 2018

It has been awhile. Frankly I took a break from racing since Chignetco, mostly going into an off season mode. But I had previously signed up for a local trail race called Flying Nutz. This is a shorter but no less tough race.

Waking up to torrential rain and wind the morning of does not make one excited about leaving your bed, let alone your house.



Still, when  your ride arrives, it is time to jump in the car.

So Craig and I arrived at the race setup and a small crowd had already formed. The rain was letting up a bit but we were still completely undecided about what to wear for the run.

Sign in time, I got number 53 to pin on, a shirt and a nice reusable trail cup. I must say that little silicon cup is awesome for grabbing a quick drink on the run.


The BLT Runners came out in force to hit the muddy trails (missing is Al and Don).

Race start came, the rain let up and we were ready to go after Jodi (race director) gave us a run down of the rules and course.

The beginning is tough and quickly goes from wide to single track. With the command to run, I took off for that narrow patch and hit it first, scaling a moss covered rock and into the woods and up a hill. Not sure how fast the other runners were, I took to a pace I new I could hold for some time, I was mostly concerned that that I would find a place where I could run at my pace and not be stuck.

But I didn't get passed and I ran my race. A small crew formed behind me, but I was mostly watching ahead and never bothered to look back. I passed a few areas where it was heavy switch backs, and at these points I could tell I had a small gap to second and third.

I didn't want to let up too much, even with a lead, as anything can go wrong. Also I knew that as an out and back course, eventually I would be running into the other runners on the trail, which may have made for a slower return.

Well, anything can go wrong and it did. I put my head down for a second, ran past a marking flag and found myself off course for a bit. I figured it out quickly enough and returned to the spot I left at and continued. Mad at myself, I pushed on and found out I was now in second.

Caution to the wind time. I flew up and down some hills and soon found myself catching Ben. It was only half way through the race, but I needed to push reasonably hard.


Some cheering on and I ran up a stupid steep hill where Ben was at the top. I can assure you this hill is one most likely walked up, but the anger and ambition set in and up I went.

Within a few minutes I was catching back up to first and we were catching the rest of the runners. Everyone was great and moved out of the way and cheered us on.

I stayed glued to Ben for awhile and found my breath again, but knew that if I wanted to win, I needed to do so under my own steam. I made the pass (Ben was gracious at letting me by) and I took off, regaining a portion of the lead I had once enjoyed.

As we got to the heavy switch back area with around 2 km to go, I could see other runners, but really had no idea where they were compared with me. That meant one thing, run harder.

Soon I was at the pipe line section, which meant less than 1 kilometer to go and flat ground. Now I really have to say that while the flat sections of the course were nice to stretch your legs on, I really enjoyed the moss, mud, switch backs and punchy hills that dominated 95% of the course.

I made a final turn, pushed hard through the final few hundred meters of woods and emerged from that giant rock to the open finish area.


No rest, I wanted a hard finish.

I crossed in 1:04 for the win with a 2 minute (ish) lead over second. That was tough and my screw up made it tougher. But the weather was awesome, the mud a blast and the win, icing on the cake.


A trophy, jam and draw prizes awaited me. Muddy shoes were also my reward.

I cheered on as Craig finished 5th and other BLT Runners came in strong in the field of 110 runners.




Thanks to Jodi and his crew for hosting and organizing a great event close to home. There aren't many shorter tough trail runs like this, so I was happy to have been able to do it.

Next up is my race, the Halifax Movember Run and I can't wait.



Sunday, October 7, 2018

That Time I Decided to Race on a Trail - Cape Chignecto 2018


So this will be a picture rich posting.

The Spring was all about cracking into the world of a 1:20 half marathon and I succeeded. Then summer became all about preparing for the Fall and the Cape Chignecto 24km trail run. I picked this race because, it was way out of my comfort zone, but the distance wasn't too crazy daunting for me. 

I did my research, I hit the trails for constant 2 hour training runs but I also kept up some racing as well to keep the edge on my speed. 

Finally, the big weekend came upon us. The Race Director sent out an email with a list of the basic required items for the 24km and 48 km (that took place the next day) races. It wasn't huge, but having to carry your own stuff would be new for me in a race (I had of course trained doing this). A light jacket, food, phone and battery backup, water storage and a buff or warm hat.  



I have some shoe options, so I packed my 2 favorite shoes into the car and drove 2:30 to the race venue (we went a day early to be able to relax that morning). On race morning I was still not 100% sure which shoe to wear but opted eventually for my more cushioned shoes with lower lugs to deal with the pounding the hills would provide (the grey and yellow Sense Pro Max).


The sign says it all. I checked and out running route is listed as an all day hike. My goal was to run between 2:30 and 2:40. 


The view the day prior to the race was awesome.





Come race morning I was first to check in. I guess I was excited or something. Also I was quick enough that the safety pins for the bibs hadn't arrived yet. A bit of fore shadowing?

While the air was chilly, the sun was warm and I knew the weather was going to be perfect for racing.


My trail partner in crime Shane arrived shortly after I did, all decked out in a smashing BLT Runners top.


All smiles, silly us.


We gathered for a race briefing, which included many chuckles. We learned about course specifics and what to expect.


I met Paul, whom I knew from Twitter. He was Co-Race Director today, with Eric from 5 Peaks. Paul loves a good long race, I love a fast short race. seems about right for both of us.


I made sure Shane started up front with me and soon we were off. 




The start was a nice downhill (ugh for the finish) and I knew to take it easy. I was running beside a kid who would eventually win the 5.6km trail race. Then I passed him and took the lead of the whole race (there was a 5.6, 12 and 24 km race).  I didn't gun it, but ran within my ability. I knew this would be a tough race, but I also knew that 24 km, even with hills was totally doable at a comfortable race pace.

The trail is really quite nice. Flowy, a few roots and rocks, but generally nice. It is hard to say the ups are steep and the downs are fast. It has some of everything. Ups you have to walk, downs you have to walk, ups that are gradual and fast. You just have to be ready to react to what is in front of you. There were moments I was running along at a road level of pacing even.

So I hot the turn around for the 5.6km first and surprised the volunteers who weren't quite ready for me, though I did't need the water they had here anyway (it was available though). At this point I hit the first of the real downhills leading to Mill Cove. It is kind of an ATV road. Loose gravel, about 1 km long and a -17% grade. Basically unrunnable. But I ran it. If this were a longer race, I would have held back, because the beating my quads took was amazing. This early in the race I could deal with it.

Soon I was at the 8 (7.5) km aid station, well in the lead with no one in sight. Heading in, I knew I wanted to grad some Gatorade to top up the fluids and sugars and save my water supply. I had my speed cup on the ready and was in, had a drink and gone (they also take your bib number) in less than 15 seconds. Zoom.

I had planned to really focus on my heart rate for this run. Worrying about pace is tough and really pointless. Ultimately though I went by feel. I have a really good sense of when to slow and when to speed up, though I will admit that there is a bit of a mental game when you are speed walking up a hill and just have to push yourself to run when it starts to flatten. It is so easy to just keep walking.

So my watch really became my food timer. My plan was to eat a fruit leather every 20 minutes (50 calories), sip water constantly, and take gels on the hour mark (100 calories). The sugar is essential for quick brain functioning and my food choice is easy for me to digest. I didn't partake in the food stops, but if you are a slower runner, the options are fine (fruit, potatoes and peanut butter on bread).

My eating was fine. I hit my gel right before the drop into Refugee Cove which was very similar to the last crazy drop. Again, really unrunnable if you were to be going longer, but well within my ability to push through for the shorter race.  I was pretty much on pace by this point, knowing that the run out would be slightly quicker than the run back. I hit Refugee Cove (I didn't really know it was Refugee Cove) and the 12km mark right about 1:15.

So now it goes slightly off the rails. We were told a volunteer would be at the turn around to audit our bib numbers. So I kept running to said volunteer. The signs said go left, I did. The little flags continued. I glanced at my watch and now it said 12.4km. Still I didn't really trust the exact distance on it. GPS watches on twisty turny woodsy courses can be off. I mean I hit the 8km aid station at 7.5.

I kept going. But it dawned on me by 13 km that the course for the next day's 48km was the same course, and thus these flags were likely for it. So I turned around and started back, but then second guessed myself and turned back for a bit before finally turning back again (are you dizzy?). Finally I came upon another runner. My lead was gone, sigh. We stopped briefly and chatted and he seemed convinced we should forge ahead. We were both concerned that if we didn't find the volunteer we would get a DSQ. Alright let's go. So we ran together. Then hit 14 km and stopped. He pulled out his phone and tried to pull up a map but there was no detail on that map. So we found an email with the race director's phone number in it and called. We then learned we missed the turn around and headed back. Scott sent me ahead as I had been in the lead, while he did up his pack. On the way I passed a few other runners who learned their fate. In the end it looks like the top 7 runners were too quick.

Back on track, a little anger in the belly, my goal of a certain time erased, and the possible win eroded. Now to finish strong. Back up the first of the big hills. What can I say, this was a walk. A combination of walking techniques were used to push me up and over this beast and I was back to running. I knew now that I was going to have to ease back the pace a little bit, since I would be running further. I was also now "lost" as per distance and location. So I just had to run what was in front of me.

I started to pass runners. I made it to the second climb, out of Mill Cove and part way up passed Shane (he had also run long). At the top of this hill I actually refilled my water bottle before continuing on.

I ran when I could, and walked fast when I needed to. I came to the main aid station at what would have been the 16km mark. I grabbed a quick water and continued on as a few runners were there for a food break.

Scott had just passed me, but I need to hydrate, with 7.5 km still to go.  I knew I could salvage a good effort out of this still.

I passed more runners. It is always funny to do this up hill while walking, but it is what you have to do.

The saddest thing I heard all day was when the volunteers at the 5.6 km turn around cheered me on saying "Only 2.8 km to go!). Ugh. I knew that almost 2 km of that was up, including stairs.

My legs twinged occasionally, I knew they were done and burnt to a crisp. I was well past 24 km. At 26 km the muscles on my inner quads actually started to ripple. That was odd. They told me to stop. So I ran faster. Finally I recognized the final downhill portion of the race, this was the area I took the lead initially. I wanted to run fast down the hill, but was completely afraid the wrong step would lead to my legs giving out. So I ran as best as I could.

I cleared the trees and into the open grass field. I was still alone but felt good now. I ran.

As I rounded a corner into the final section, Elizabeth waiting and cheering me on with the camera snapping shots. It seemed to take forever to reach here.



A final uphill (remember ugh?) and I approached the gate. Scott had been there for a couple of minutes, and I congratulated him. Later he congratulated me on the win. But he finished first.


The race directors started grabbing our actual distances run and decided to determine race placings by pace. I will admit my overall pace was now way slower than I hoped. A full minute slower. The extra up and downhill was more than I could handle at the pace I wanted to go, plus the caloric needs and hydration. Instead of 6:30 I averaged a 7:27 for 28.82 km. I finished in 3 hours and 42 minutes (this also included a few stops as i didn't pause my watch while we attempted to figure out where we were).


Very soon, Shane came in, done but still strong.

After all the top runners had finished, they finalized the results and due to the fact I had the fastest overall pacing of the day, I was declared the winner. But huge props to Scott as well. He was looking strong.




Then the long drive home, but not without a stop at That Dutchman for some gouda cheese!


So an unconventional win, but the training paid off, and I still look forward to more trail races in my future. Not so sure I want to be pushing the longer distance. 30km even seems too long. Never say never though.

Thanks to Coach JZ and Kinesic for start me on the heart rate training path, which is really the best way to approach trail running. Even though I didn't need to look at my heart rate, I could tell my effort level from all my training.

The Salomon gear from Aerobics First was top notch. Find a shoe that fits! #1 thing for trail running. And if you are in the woods for any length of time, everything needs to be comfortable.

Big props to the BLT Runners who keep me running as well. It was great that Shane was there with a great finish.

Race stats:

12 km mark (1:15 on schedule) with a pace of 6:15
Finish 28.82 km with a pace of 7:28
Avg Heart Rate 156
Total Assent 1,552 m

Sunday, September 30, 2018

Rum Runner Relay 2018

So here we are at the end of September already, and that means Rum Runners. This was my seventh year taking part and now I was on my third team. No longer playing the roll of Hobo, I was running this year for the BLT Runners Men's Team, Extra Crispy. As I had done this race many times, I helped play a roll in getting the BLT Runners ready for this day as well, which turns out to be good, since our Captain got trapped in the horror of the world of Airports until part way through the day.

In case you don't know, Rum Runners Relay is a 10 leg race from Prospect to Lunenburg in Nova Scotia. Usually it is a 10 person team (ours was) and is a combination of tough racing and tough fun.

This year I opted to run Leg 1, as I try to collect the whole set (I had 1,5 and 8 left over). This had the benefit of being done early and then enjoying the rest of the day care free, but the ugh factor of having to be up and in racing form for a 6:30am start. Oh well.

So BLT Runners had not only a Men's team but also a Women's team and for Leg 1, it was myself and Heather starting things off.



Reflective vest were needed as it was super dark. Some runners also opted for headlamps, but I found there to be enough ambient light to run without one.

Soon we were off and I jumped into 4th place. There was a ton of tough runners on this opening leg of 13.6km. The top 3 zoomed off into the distance. My plan was to hold a similar pace to last weekend, though I knew that I might not be able to hold that pace again on a much hillier course.

Another runner came by and was running my goal pace so I tucked in and off we went. I held on for the next 4 kilometers as he eased up for a bit then ran alone in the dark. Having run this route earlier this year as a practice, I knew I wasn't missing much in the way of scenery.


Soon, Jaime, who had paced me earlier, came back by and was dragging alone another couple of runners. They eased off, but I knew I just had to run my own race as mu pace was still in the mid 3:40 range and pushing faster wasn't going to be a good idea. As much as I wanted another top finish, I also wanted a strong run and knew that my A race was coming up.

By the 10 km mark, I was getting happy that the leg was coming to a close, but I knew I also had to push to get up the hill in front of me, and it was a steep one, in fact this leg was equal to climbing 28 flights of stairs. Thanks for that info Garmin.  I pushed up the hill, seeing my pace on that kilometer drop to around 4 min/km. But i survived and a glance behind me showed I had a clear run to the end as long as I was smart.

I think the hardest thing now was essentially running by my house and not wanting to jump inside and go back to bed. But another quick hill and a downhill and I was soon at the finish line. A little push to get it over and I crossed officially at 51.15 with pace of 3:46. Wowza that was tough.


A drink and a Cliff bar (thanks Dave) and I was right as rain (did I mention the perfect weather?) and ready top face the rest of the day, cheering my team mates, meeting up with other runner friends and traveling the South Shore.






I do believe, no matter what the votes say, that our BLT Runner water stop was pretty freaking great. I managed to put and extra 2000 steps on my daily count with some fabulous dance moves.



In the end our team finished 14th overall out of 70 teams, and that is great. We didn't set out to be a super team, but one that was capable of good solid runs and good solid fun. We achieved. Our women's team finished 4th out of the women's only teams and that was also awesome.

Next year, Leg 8?


Monday, September 24, 2018

MEC Race 4 - Musquodoboit 15km


So I couldn't resist signing up for MEC Race 4, even though speed wasn't my thing this summer. The body was feeling pretty good, and this race usually allows for some fast times. Also, I figured it would give me a chance to actually regain a little speed lost during my switch to trail running, while limiting the stress on the body (it is a flat crusher dust trail run).

A bunch of BLT Runners headed out of town to take this race on, and a lot of great results were had.

I'll keep it all brief, since the story is pretty straight forward. I had a main goal and that was to run at a 3:45 min/km pace for the race. That would best my current PB at a 15km race which was set here last year while running a Half Marathon training pace run of 3:48. Last year I finished 4th, so it certainly wouldn't have hurt to grab a placing as well, but the A goal was the important thing.

So i lined up at the front with a few people and soon we were off. I jumped into the lead and felt good, settling into my opening pace, then easing back just a touch to get to around 3:45.


It didn't take long before myself and Luke put in a gap to third and I dragged us along for a bit.


By about the 4-5 km area, Luke jumped in front of me and started to pull away. I didn't feel bad, but I also knew that I couldn't burn myself up this early. And not knowing how strong Luke was, I didn't want to risk the main goal. So I stayed on at a 3:45 pace.

As I hit the turn around, Luke had a good 200 m gap on me and looked strong. I was certainly feeling the pace, but was doing fine. By the time I saw third place, I had a good 500-600m of gap and felt comfortable that i could work my own race at this point. Slowly Luke pulled away. 

For the rest, i just kept the pace as even as possible, eventually catching up with 10km and 5 km runners. There was plenty of room to pass people, so that wasn't an issue. With about 300m to go, I started to pick up the pace, though my average was right on. I eventually crossed in 55:36 with an average pace of 3:44 and was totally happy. I feel that pushing too much harder wasn't where I was that day, so any attempt at going for the win was not realistic. Second place overall, though, was wonderful. 

The cool Fall temperature was perfect for a hard effort. and I think that shows in my heart rate graph.


I was able to keep things perfectly flat, with a small surge at the end over the last 2.5 minutes. 

Now to rest up and get ready for the Rum Runner Relay.

Monday, September 3, 2018

Crooked Trees Duathlon, Keppoch - 2018

Sometimes a little gem appears and you just can't say no. Thus was the case of the last minute Triathlon Nova Scotia Off Road Duathlon at Keppoch Mountain. This race didn't exist until a hole in the schedule appeared and a great group took it as an opportunity to jump in with something new and unique to the area. 

Keppoch has become a bit of a local draw in Nova Scotia for Mountain Bikers, with great flowing trails up and down the mountain and some crazy gnarly steep descents. So adding an off road duathlon was, logistically, not a problem. 

I was entry number 1. I am by no means a mountain biker, but I am a duathlete and this new challenge fit perfect with my trail running program I have been focused on this year. At the very least, I'd get a great workout for the day.

I drove up the morning of with Sarah and Heather, both taking in the (maybe the smart choice) Sprint Distance Du, while I signed up for the Standard Distance. We arrived and the casual atmosphere was really nice.  


So, I don't even own a mountain bike, but my good buddy Sheldon at Sportwheels, hooked me up with a loaner. This Norco was older stock and is used as a loaner at the shop, but he tuned it up nicely and the shifting and brakes worked perfectly. And based on my test ride, it had just enough easy gearing to make it up the steepest climbs. 


As this was the first year for this race and it was kind of last minute, the crowd was small, but that doesn't mean there wasn't some tough competition. Certainly there were a load of people who were awesome on a mountain bike. A race briefing before the race showed us just what the course was going to be like and what trail riding etiquette was in case we came across other riders.  


Race organizers decided to start us back from the trail entrance for the first run in order to spread the field out a bit rather than have a crowd of us try to enter the woods all at once. Soon we were off and Peter, Daniel and I lead the way for the Standard Distance race. 

The trail was wonderful. Up and downs, twists and turns.  Daniel fell less than a kilometer in, but jumped back up quickly. Soon  he and I took off from Peter before the main climb of the first run. This run went from the base to the top of the hill, covering over 150m in less than 1.5 km. It was tough but we made it up and then Daniel took over with some very fast downhill running. I didn't stray too far though.


A brief foray on an access road lead us back into the woods and some really fast, downhill.  So fast that we both missed a portion of the course and went a different way. Apparently not the only ones to do so, though Peter managed to actually run the correct way. That made us come into Transition slightly behind Peter, having run an extra 0.5 km. 

As i opted to bike in my trail shoes, I had a blazing fast T1 and was first out on the bike though. But within 1 km I was passed by Peter and Daniel as they put some strong effort into getting into the single track first. Still I made decent time, banking on being able to do 30 minute laps (this was a double lap course in my race). 


I'm not going to say this was easy. It was tough. Most of the trail up was quite smooth, with some super steep switchbacks. But i made it to the top and began the descent. Unfortunately I dropped my chain a few times on some super rough patches. Realistically that made me lose maybe 2 minutes  or less. But it did mean that I took the second lap a little less vigorous.  At least I think that was why I took it easier. It was also likely because the first lap was tough. 

By the time I reached the top of the climb the second time, my body was really feeling things. My back was tight, my arms were weak, and my quads were destroyed. Still, all I had to do was go down!

And down I went, on a tight switch back, I was so tired that I grabbed too hard on the brakes and fell off the bike.  Luckily I was going slowly and the damage was just a scraped knee and shin. I was back up and riding quickly, but overall it looks like my second lap was minutes slower than the first. I was also passed near the end by Tim C. who was flying down with supreme control. 

Luckily for me, Tim C. only passed me near the end of the ride down and I caught back up to him in transition 2. I was back into running form quickly and headed back to the toughest hill around. This run was shorter than the first but basically included all the hardest parts of the first run. I made it to the top of the climb, grabbed some water (darn it was hot), and headed for the downhill single track. Happily this time the race director had fixed the issue with people going off course, so I ran the correct way, popping out and crossing the finish line in 3rd place.

Daniel had blazed to the win off of a strong mountain bike, Peter coming second a few minutes ahead of me, and I was totally wiped out but oh so happy.  I had hoped to beat 2 hours but eventually came in officially at 2:02. The dropped chains and fall didn't help, so I think I was physically there for my goal, which is great. 

This was one of the toughest events I have ever raced. It was a whole body beating, I dare say tougher than the marathon I raced a few years ago, and tougher than any triathlon of a similar distance I have done.   


It was great to see Heather and Sarah do really well, both winning their races (the one Sprint race became a sort of Sprint and Sprint Plus race due to the various paths chosen). We drove back to Halifax, but not before stopping for a yummy burrito at my favorite stop in Truro, Habeneros. 


Word is they are planning an off road triathlon next year as well as the duathlon. Colour me interested. But maybe I'll try and get on that mountain a little earlier, just to get my upper body acclimated a but. 

Monday, August 20, 2018

Another Weekend of Fun and Training Aug 18-19

Another summer weekend has come and gone. The weather wasn't the greatest for doing a lot of summering, but it wasn't bad for running. The clouds in the morning made for a cooler feel. 


I got up bright and early to try and beat the rain on Saturday. With a big day of training, I try to keep breakfast simple but "sturdy." As I wasn't racing coffee was first thing on the menu and the Aeropress was the way to go with some lovely beans from Costa Rica (thanks Java Blend). With that went a nice sized bowl of oats, with a little brown sugar and some butter.

I have been focusing on 2 hour long runs as I get ready for my Fall trail race. So far this has been 2 hour trail runs, which means somewhere around 18-22 km of running. But this day I decided to go and check out the first Leg of the Rum Runners Relay. I will be racing this one in about a month or so. In my mind it was a 12 km distance, so I thought, run from home and then run the Leg. Anyway, it was more like 13.5 km, so by the time I got home, I got my 2 hour run in, but also 27.5 km. That was my longest run in awhile, but it did feel good. So training is going well. 


Here I am at the halfway point of my run, also know as the beginning of the race. I look so happy.

25 km later and I made a joke about arriving first. I'm also a little more tired by this point with another 2.5 km to get to home. 


That was it for Saturday. But then Sunday, I took out too great athletes, Lindsay and Mark, to coach them through a trial triathlon. Both are racing next weekend in their first race and this helped them get the feel and understanding of what was going on. We did the full thing as well. Nice 800m swim to get started, then to the bike for 25 km, and finally a 5 km run to end the day. Then we chatted a bit about race prep as well. They will do great. We didn't push too hard as this was a trial run, and also my legs were still a bit heavy. 

Looking forward to see how my legs feel this week and to getting back on the trail. 

Wednesday, August 15, 2018

Chase the Pace 1 Miler 2018

This past weekend I took part in the Chase the Pace 1 Miler. The goal of this event is to have pacers run the track at a set pace, while people try to get a PB. I signed up hoping to finally break 5 minutes (though really this would only be my 4th attempt in 3 years to actually try to do so).

I had hoped there would be a 5 minute pacer, but the closest pone to my goal was 4:50. That is quite a bit faster than I figured I could sustain. So the question was, do I follow that faster pace, drift off near the closing laps and hope to hang in, or go out easier and see if i could make up the time by the end.

I'll be honest, I usually have some sort of a plan, but come the time for race day I was totally without one. Track running for a PB is not my strength and so I was totally out of my element.

One thing I did know though, was to make sure and get a good warm up run in. I did so with Luke. He was going to be chasing his goal of a 6 minute mile (which he got).


Well, it came up to race time, and I got my race shoes on and headed out. Many of the runners had spikes on. I think this probably threw me a little as spikes do help you run faster, and now I wasn't quite sure what sort of speed people would be running.

So having psyched myself out, I basically dropped to the back of my pack and tucked in. For the first 100m or so, we were all together, but soon enough the lead group started to pull away. That left four of us running together with me at the rear. By the end of the first lap we were down on our goal time by 6 seconds. So not a great start.

By halfway through the second lap a small gap formed between our pack. I made the choice to surge past the next runner, then bridge up. The three of us then met the next lap down even more time on the goal. 

As the final corner of the third lap approached, I realized that I wasn't going to make that sub 5 minute mile. But I also knew I could salvage a good finish, with a strong final lap and at least beat the guys I was running with (wink). 


So I laid down a fast lap. I pushed hard and surged even harder coming to the finish. I put a pretty big gap between myself and the three guys behind me. I think my final time may have been 5:08? 


What I learned was that track running and road running are way different. Doing loops makes it tricky to really know your pace. Ideally I would have had a pacer at the pace I was hoping to achieve. I didn't, so it was kind of best effort.  Also, I should have trusted my legs and pushed harder earlier on, my timid start to the run let me down.


Many great runs were had by others though and I still have some speed in my legs, so it isn't like it was a bad day. The Mile will go away now, and maybe next year we can try again. But onto other challenges now.

Thanks for the warmup running Luke, and the great race Bryan.