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Executive Summary:<br><br>
Goals:<br>
Time: 1:12:00<br>
Pace: 7:44/mile<br>
Don’t break anything.<br><br>
Results:<br>
Time: 1:12:18<br>
Pace: 7:46/mile<br>
Boilermaker PR<br>
188/829 A/G<br>
1731/11000 overall<br>
Men’s Team won the Corporate Cup<br><br>
Long Version:<br><br>
Race number three of the July Triple Crown. It’s been a long week, with a 50K the previous Saturday (finished within a few seconds of goal time), a Fourth of July 5K with a PR, and now the Boilermaker 15K. I haven’t put in many miles this week (apologies to my VRAA teammates) but the miles I have run took their toll on this aging carcass of mine. All during the previous week I had no idea if I was recovering or tapering.<br><br>
The morning of the race dawned fairly warm, with projected highs into the low to mid eighties and at 5:00 A.M it was already 67 degrees. The threat of high humidity loomed if the sun decided to make an appearance, but the thick morning clouds were currently keeping the sun at bay. Fingers crossed.<br><br>
I arrived at the starting line well ahead of the 8:00 AM start, picked up my packet, met up with some friends and generally fretted as the temperature continued to rise. I pulled my number from the packet and “What the Hell!!! I’m in the yellow corral? WTF??? I was in the green corral last year! Damn…” Now I’m not fast, I regularly get beat by small children, strollers, and the occasional smoker, but WTF? I foresaw a lot of weaving and extra distance in my very near future. It will be the last time I am honest about my seeding time for this race.<br><br>
Dejected about my seeding, I again said a prayer to the running Gods in hopes that they would not allow the sun to make its presence known. Based on this weeks work load and the reality imposed by my aging body, I dialed a 1:12:00 run time into The Shrew. The pace would be over 15 seconds slower per mile than my Mountain Goat pace but would still afford me a Boilermaker PR without jeopardizing fall race plans with an injury.<br><br>
I headed out to warm up at 7:30 and had to abort when the pain in my right knee forced me to stop after only a few yards. Oh, no. I stretched out and made my way to the yellow corral with 15 minutes to go. I could just see the start line banner from my location, in the next county.<br><br>
At precisely 8:00 AM, the sun came out in all its glory, the cannon went off and we were off. Oh wait, no we’re not. 15 seconds elapsed and the unwashed masses of yellow corral still hadn’t moved. 20, 25, 30. We’re walking, we’re walking. We’re stopping, we’re standing still, we’re walking. 1 minute 15 seconds. 1 minute 30 seconds and I’m finally crossing the starting line to the constant high pitched electronic whine of the timing mat. Thank the Maker for chip timing.<br><br>
The first three miles had me bobbing and weaving like a drunk heavyweight. I passed people in droves as I worked my way through the sea of humanity. I ran up the side of the road, I ran on the sidewalk, I ran over hill and dale as I tried to circumvent as much of the traffic as I could. The fact that I am lying about my 15K time next year was reinforced as I slogged through wave after wave after wave of Gallowalkers, shufflers, and others out for a leisurely Sunday stroll through Utica. Jeez people we haven’t even done a 5K yet!!!<br><br>
I got to the 5K mark and was so sick of The Shrew nagging me and telling me that I was a slug and hopelessly behind my projected time that I shut off the training function. I couldn’t take it anymore. I’m only human, damn it! At the four mile point I resigned myself to the fact that this was going to be a fun run and that time didn’t matter. Yeah, right… It really ate at me and I picked up the pace on the long downhill section after the hill and managed a sub 7. The knee was warmed up and feeling good. Hold together baby…<br><br>
The next few miles melted together as it was getting hot and humid quick. I suck in the H&H and could feel my strength draining so I popped a gel at 6 for a perceived lift. It didn’t work and I continued to suck. The past few miles had me stopping and walking through every aid station as I gulped water, dousing myself with a cup and grabbing a handful of ice as I tried to stay cool. I was losing the battle…<br><br>
I had a good mile 8 as my sprits lifted as “I Ran” to A Flock of Seagulls and then did the “YMCA” to the cheers of the great race fans that lined the home stretch. Mile 8 in 7:08.<br><br>
Just into mile nine I got a side stitch. Probably a result of the foolishness of the previous mile. I slowed the pace a little to try to recover, but couldn’t. I slowed to a shuffle and fought through the pain emanating from the right side of my rib cage and focused on putting one foot in front of the other. I was passing people in droves and even managed to pass a few that were actually running the race as I reached the 3/10’ths of a mile to go sign. I poured on what little I had left and continued to pick runners off, which gave me added incentive to ignore my burning legs, heaving lungs, and now detached diaphragm. I chanced a quick glance at the clock as it rolled toward 1:15. “Damn! Move it!!!! You’ve run 10 miles faster! Go!!!!” I lurched over the finish line, getting a couple more people at the wire and staggered down the finish chute completely spent, although oddly still not feeling as bad as I felt after the 5K Death March three days previous. Again, I forgot to shut down The Shrew. She kept bitching and nagging for several minutes after the race…<br><br>
I wandered to the Grassy Knoll at the post race party, met up with the DW and swapped war stories with my buddies. 1:15+ I told them. Okay, considering the heat, seeding corral, and the beat down I have given myself this week, but I was still disappointed. After 6 Saranacs, I wasn’t disappointed anymore… <img alt="surprised.gif" src="http://files.kickrunners.com/smilies/surprised.gif">ccasion5:<br><br>
Later, at home, I checked the results. 1:12:18! Woohoo! Not fast, but a course PR. I had forgotten about the long walk to the start line. Am I glad this week is over. Now I can concentrate on something easier. Like ultra-running... <img alt="wink.gif" src="http://files.kickrunners.com/smilies/wink.gif"><br><br><img alt="" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b125/dg13092/100_7428.jpg" style="border:0px solid;"><br><br><img alt="" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b125/dg13092/dgFinish.jpg" style="border:0px solid;"><br><br><img alt="" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b125/dg13092/100_7442.jpg" style="border:0px solid;"><br><br><img alt="" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b125/dg13092/100_7444.jpg" style="border:0px solid;">
 

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Hey! Nice shirt! <img alt="smile.gif" src="http://files.kickrunners.com/smilies/smile.gif"><br><br>
Good job out there!
 

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Stole the words right from my mouth!<br><br>
good job! <img alt="surprised.gif" src="http://files.kickrunners.com/smilies/surprised.gif">ccasion5:
 

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Thanks ladies.<br><br>
I lined up next to a guy that did the 25K last week and as done that race since it's inception. We chatted for the 15 minutes prior to the start. It was a nice way to burn up the nervous energy. <img alt="smile.gif" src="http://files.kickrunners.com/smilies/smile.gif"><br><br>
Here's another shot of the shirt. <img alt="wink.gif" src="http://files.kickrunners.com/smilies/wink.gif"><br><br><img alt="" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b125/dg13092/TheShirt.jpg" style="border:0px solid;">
 

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free beer for dg1!!!!!!
 

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Fast. How do you run so fast? Well done, sir!
 
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