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2007 Mountain Goat Run<br><br>
Executive Summary:<br><br>
Length: 10 hilly miles that features two of the highest points in Syracuse<br><br>
Goals:Improve on last years time (1:26:25, 8:42m/m)<br>
Sub 80 min finish<br>
Reach goal 75 min finish<br>
Remain unbroken<br><br>
Results:Improved on last years time<br>
Sub 80 min finish<br>
Reach goal surpassed<br>
10 mile PR on a tough course<br>
Nothing bent or permanently broken<br><br>
7:29 m/m pace<br>
40/154 AG<br>
206/952 Gender<br>
230/1376 Overall<br><br>
The Boring Details:<br><br>
The days leading up to this race were murder and the taper was driving me absolutely nuts. I was putting way to much pressure on myself about improving last year’s poor performance and my body was full of aches and pains, real and imagined. I had some kind of bug thing the Monday and Tuesday before the run that made running very uncomfortable and staying hydrated almost impossible (‘nuff said). It seemed my body was trying to adjust to the drastically reduced mileage by staging a full scale revolt.<br><br>
I used a Hal Higdon plan and had all I could to stay with it the last couple of runs, but I stuck with the prescribed little 2 mile jaunt two days before the race. I finished that run with a very, very tight left hamstring and cursing Uncle Hal and his freakin’ taper.<br><br>
It was a good thing I got a good night sleep two nights out because I tossed and turned the night before the race and was up before the alarm. The left hamstring was still tight so I did some easy stretching and ate a very light breakfast.<br><br>
Forecast for the day was bright sun and temps in the high 50’s to low 60’s. Perfect. We got to the city with plenty of time to spare and enjoyed watching the DD and her cousin run in the kid’s fun run. The left hamstring was still tight so I continued to stretch right up to five minutes before the start of the race. I was a little concerned.<br><br>
I had the strangest feeling when thirty seconds was announced. It felt as if I went into some Zen-like state of calmness (weird). The first mile and a half are flat and I tried to find a pace while weaving through traffic. My left hammy was starting to settle down but in the back of my mind it kept nagging on me. At the end of three I reached the top of the first climb with a pace for that mile of 7:43 (my Forerunner was a little off from the mile markers but close enough for my purposes). I felt pretty good and was really getting into a groove as I maintained a sub-8 minute pace through the first three. I was aiming to maintain level of effort on the ups, charge the downs and cruise the flats while recovering. Training had me charging the ups and resting on the downs so I felt good with the planned level of effort and the way things were working out.<br><br>
On the way down we were afforded an excellent view of the city after one more small up and then a quad thrashing descent into the valley. After a very short cruise interval on the valley floor you come to the Colvin Street Hill at 5 miles. The plan was to maintain level of effort and not toss my cookies at the top.<br><br>
At the bottom of the climb I put my head down and just started putting one foot in front of the other. The first 5 ½ miles of sub eight pace was starting to take its toll. I passed several people on the way up that really didn’t look very good and ran near one guy who looked terrible and whose breaths were coming in hoarse rasps. Not good. By the grace of a higher power I found myself at the top of the hill spent and trying to catch my breath while looking forward to a ¾ mile fairly level stretch to recover. This was my low point of the race.<br><br>
I plodded the ¾ of a mile with negative thoughts swirling in my head and my legs on fire and fading. Past failures nagged at me and my own self doubts questioned my ability to finish this thing strong. As I neared the entrance to Thornden Park and the last climb a tiny voice inside came through my swirling emotions and said SYFPH and Run. I cleared the stinging sweat from my eyes and plodded up the last climb and accelerated down from the top. As I passed the Mile 8 marker the official called out, “One hour, six seconds”. I was elated!! Sub 80 was in the bag unless the wheels fell totally off and I started thinking about 75. You want to talk about an emotional roller coaster.<br><br>
With my legs on fire I negotiated the quad-thrashing descent of Mile 9 in 7:36 (Oww) and I hit the flat in downtown for the final mile to the finish. Mile ten was a blur as I tried to maintain my pace but could feel myself really starting to fade. I was running out of gas. As I neared the finish on Salina Street I could hear the crowd cheering before I saw them about a ½ mile out and around a corner. I pushed my body to accelerate as I rounded the corner onto Salina and ¼ mile from the finish. I saw the finish line clock about 150 yards out. 1:14: and change! I had been chasing a pack of about 12 guys on the descent and flats and I pushed passed them as they started to fade in the home stretch. I drove across the finish line with my last ounce of energy and staggered out of the chute for my chip removal.<br><br>
I found the family and wandered over to a bench and plopped down where we shot photos and I got some food and water into me while my Forerunner continued to run. I didn’t know my exact finish time but was pretty sure it was going to be 75 and change.<br><br>
After what seemed like forever they posted the results and with two beers in hand I found my name. 1:14:46, 7:29 pace. WOOHOO!!! It’s great when a plan comes together. I’ll never question Hal’s wisdom again! <img alt="smile.gif" src="">

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I wants to see the pictures!<br><br>
Great report and it sounds like a wonderfully awful or awfully wonderful race. You make me envious of your for the opportunity. Congrats on attaining your goals!<br><br>
I know that zen-like calmness. You can't force it, it just happens. It is like you're there and not there. The noise and the crowd are there, but you're at this still point at the center, right? Wish that could last!<br><br>
You're quite the writer!
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