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<p>50 degrees. No wind. No humidity. No excuses.</p>
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<p>Gun! Easy, easy. Take it easy. Steady uphill. Let them by you – see them later maybe. 7:06, 7:08, 7:07. HR at 160 already? Freakin’ uphill. Must do it to keep pace. Pack of five just up ahead. There’s my darling with sports drink! “14 ahead! Looking good, hon!” 6:58. </p>
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<p>Two-mile straightaway. 7:01. Large hill coming up. Catch two. “Morning, fellows. How you doing?” “Great! You’re looking good!” Up the hill. 7:02. High on a bluff over the city. Big downhill 6:35. Ouch. Did I do hill training? Catch two more. “Morning, fellows. How you doing?” “Fine.” (Gruffly.) Oh, I see. I'm fine too, I guess. Well, you two go on ahead then. 6:52, 6:52. Hi, sweetie! Thanks for the gel. Steep downhill. 6:45. Yes, motorcycle cop, I see the sidewalk just to my right, and I recognize I’m a hazard on the road, but if I have to run downhill even one more block on that effing concrete, my femurs are gonna be jammed into my shoulders. </p>
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<p>Ahh, shaded greenbelt through the park. 6:56, 6:52. Pass one. Guy on bike approaching other direction. “You’re 8, 9 and 10 right here!” That’s it. I’m passing the Brothers McGruff. See ‘ya. 6:58. Halfway at 1:31, on pace. Lonely now. Straightaway through north part of town. Who’s that a half-mile ahead? Is that . . . local running enthusiast and icon BB? The one who ran this course with Dean Karnazes and has all those sub-3s to his name? It <em><strong>is</strong></em> him. 6:45, 6:48, 6:53. Some small hills, but about ten turns here. Hello, m’lady! Gimme that drink. Take this sweat-soaked shirt. I know -- that <em><strong>is</strong></em> BB up ahead! 6:51, 6:47. Pass another. (Not BB). Another freaking hill. Man. 7:01. HR 168. Uh-oh. </p>
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<p>Starting to feel warm in the direct sun. Around the cemetery. 6:53. Six to go. Check average pace – 6:54. Need 6:52 for sub-3. Where’s that extra gear? Hi, honey. No, I’m starting to hurt. Gatorade? Thanks. Crap, I can’t hold onto it. Sorry. See you one more time. 6:53. Hi, BB. Thanks for the well-wishes. Doesn’t look like your day. Stay strong. Steep downhill. 6:55. Felt faster. Into the park again. </p>
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<p>HR 170. It’s okay. You’ve gotta let it go. Nothing to do but keep your head up and move forward. Physics and chemistry have hold now. You’re chewed up. It’s alright. You're about to become a five-time marathoner and set a big P.R. Hello, Kathi. I love you. Water please. Thank you. 7:13. Hi Tony! How come you’re not racing today? “Rob, you’re competing! Go!” 7:26. Pass one more. 7:38. The miles are so long now. Suffer through it. Keep it a medium fade. You’ve earned the pain. 7:39.</p>
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<p>Finish. My wife. My boys. My sister. Hugs and tears. Eat. Shower. Return to the line and cheer on other finishers.</p>
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<p>“Finishing second in the masters’ category, with a time of 3:03:04, chances141!” Receive medal and kiss. What? Mistake? I got first? And I get a <em><strong>bigger</strong></em> medal? Receive bigger medal and second kiss. </p>
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<p>Go home and secretly check to see if CIM is full. Tell no one.</p>
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<p>Insist on being called “Masters Champion” at work and home for the remainder of the week.</p>
<p>50 degrees. No wind. No humidity. No excuses.</p>
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<p>Gun! Easy, easy. Take it easy. Steady uphill. Let them by you – see them later maybe. 7:06, 7:08, 7:07. HR at 160 already? Freakin’ uphill. Must do it to keep pace. Pack of five just up ahead. There’s my darling with sports drink! “14 ahead! Looking good, hon!” 6:58. </p>
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<p>Two-mile straightaway. 7:01. Large hill coming up. Catch two. “Morning, fellows. How you doing?” “Great! You’re looking good!” Up the hill. 7:02. High on a bluff over the city. Big downhill 6:35. Ouch. Did I do hill training? Catch two more. “Morning, fellows. How you doing?” “Fine.” (Gruffly.) Oh, I see. I'm fine too, I guess. Well, you two go on ahead then. 6:52, 6:52. Hi, sweetie! Thanks for the gel. Steep downhill. 6:45. Yes, motorcycle cop, I see the sidewalk just to my right, and I recognize I’m a hazard on the road, but if I have to run downhill even one more block on that effing concrete, my femurs are gonna be jammed into my shoulders. </p>
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<p>Ahh, shaded greenbelt through the park. 6:56, 6:52. Pass one. Guy on bike approaching other direction. “You’re 8, 9 and 10 right here!” That’s it. I’m passing the Brothers McGruff. See ‘ya. 6:58. Halfway at 1:31, on pace. Lonely now. Straightaway through north part of town. Who’s that a half-mile ahead? Is that . . . local running enthusiast and icon BB? The one who ran this course with Dean Karnazes and has all those sub-3s to his name? It <em><strong>is</strong></em> him. 6:45, 6:48, 6:53. Some small hills, but about ten turns here. Hello, m’lady! Gimme that drink. Take this sweat-soaked shirt. I know -- that <em><strong>is</strong></em> BB up ahead! 6:51, 6:47. Pass another. (Not BB). Another freaking hill. Man. 7:01. HR 168. Uh-oh. </p>
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<p>Starting to feel warm in the direct sun. Around the cemetery. 6:53. Six to go. Check average pace – 6:54. Need 6:52 for sub-3. Where’s that extra gear? Hi, honey. No, I’m starting to hurt. Gatorade? Thanks. Crap, I can’t hold onto it. Sorry. See you one more time. 6:53. Hi, BB. Thanks for the well-wishes. Doesn’t look like your day. Stay strong. Steep downhill. 6:55. Felt faster. Into the park again. </p>
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<p>HR 170. It’s okay. You’ve gotta let it go. Nothing to do but keep your head up and move forward. Physics and chemistry have hold now. You’re chewed up. It’s alright. You're about to become a five-time marathoner and set a big P.R. Hello, Kathi. I love you. Water please. Thank you. 7:13. Hi Tony! How come you’re not racing today? “Rob, you’re competing! Go!” 7:26. Pass one more. 7:38. The miles are so long now. Suffer through it. Keep it a medium fade. You’ve earned the pain. 7:39.</p>
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<p>Finish. My wife. My boys. My sister. Hugs and tears. Eat. Shower. Return to the line and cheer on other finishers.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>“Finishing second in the masters’ category, with a time of 3:03:04, chances141!” Receive medal and kiss. What? Mistake? I got first? And I get a <em><strong>bigger</strong></em> medal? Receive bigger medal and second kiss. </p>
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<p>Go home and secretly check to see if CIM is full. Tell no one.</p>
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<p>Insist on being called “Masters Champion” at work and home for the remainder of the week.</p>