Yeah, 30k race last week. So much fun.
M - 6.6 SS (7:12)
T - 4 EZ (8:23)
W - 7.1 Fartlek (2@3 on/2 off, 2@2/2, 4@1/1) - some speed (~6:00, 5:45, 4:50 paces)
T - 6 easy (and 3 easy was an accidental double), calf tight from the fartlek
F - 3.2 easy (8:07)
S - 20 miles (race)
S - 3.1 easy (8:46)
The race: It was a small field, 28 male finishers. The course was a giant lollipop with the first 5 miles sharing the same track as the last 5 miles. The whole race was run on dirt road (2 miles), mowed field (2 miles), and single track (the other 16 miles). I had trained thinking that 6:45 was a reasonable road marathon pace for me (although I secretly acknowledged I was probably not that fast). After the horn went off to announce the start, one guy ran right out ahead, quickly gaining 50 yards on the pack. The guy next to me said, "There goes John" (name changed to protect the innocent) to which I said, "Oh crap, there goes the win." John is someone who regularly wins 50Ks and sets course records around here. I had never met him personally. I settled in around 4th place and focused on my breathing (3 steps for an inhale, 3 steps for an exhale) and found myself catching up to 2nd place, then chatting with him (the guy was running barefoot!!) was too easy so I moved on ahead into 2nd alone. First mile, through the mowed fields, was 6:45 (54 ft net elev gain). Second mile, through mowed fields, 6:51 (40 ft). I started to think about backing it off a little because my breathing jumped to 3+2 and slowed to 7:14, plus the trail started to climb into the canyon just a nudge (107 feet). Suddenly, an unmarked fork in the trail. The trail had been following the creek, so I took the one that paralleled the creek but a couple hundred yards later started feeling like a mistake was made. I didn't see any more pink flags and then found myself in an organized campground. The 3rd place runner had been catching me and he was right with me at that point. I looked at him, shrugged, and then decided to cut up to what was obviously a road beside the campground. I knew from maps that the campground was past the visitor's center and the course went through the visitor's center, so we ran back down the road. My fears were confirmed when a car pulled up and I asked them where the VC was. Mile 4: 8:05 (114 ft). As we descended on the VC (and first aid station) from the wrong direction I could see people on the course who had been behind us. Damn! I was giving up places. I didn't know how much time I'd lost. Nobody could tell me what place we were in. I was in a slight sort of panic. Kind of frustrating, but I should have just relaxed. Nothing I could do about it but run, so I did. I settled in behind Kris, who had been with me on our "detour" and we pretty quickly started climbing the canyon on technical single track Mile 5: 8:28 (212 ft). The trail steepened and became pretty rocky but it was in fabulous shape. I think it was a CCC project from the depression. Serious masonry work to stand the test of time. Kris and I passed two runners, including Barefoot Jake as the trail climbed out of the bottom of the canyon. Mile 6 10:11 (424 ft). We passed an important trail junction manned by a Search&Rescue volunteer who told us we were 2nd and 3rd. I felt strong enough to push by Kris but I hadn't liked the feeling on mile 3 when I could hear him gaining on me, so I kept him in front of me. We chatted on occasion, but it was a tough climb and I let him gain on the steeps and I'd catch him on the brief flats. Mile 7 12:11 (549 ft). The 8th mile included the final climb up to a broad plateau littered with cool rock formations (hoodoos) and I caught up to Kris who had started walking near the top. We chatted, then I passed him and invited him to stalk me for awhile. Within seconds he was gone, so I pressed my advantage through the hoodoos. Mile 8: 12:44 (289 ft). Coming through a small loop of bouldering and rock hopping through the hoodoos onto a long slow climb with long, expansive views of the trail ahead and behind I pushed to make sure I was seen running strong. Mile 9: 10:19 (196 ft). Then a long downhill before the second (shorter) climb I pushed to make sure Kris was gone for good. Mile 10: 6:34 (-449 ft). Finishing up the downhill and climbing the next little canyon to the second aid station wondering how far ahead John was... Mile 11: 9:45 (86ft). I filled up my bottle at the aid station and careened down the next 3 miles, which were pretty technical: Miles 12-14: 9:14, 8:24, 8:43, and I was back down on the flatter canyon bottom (Mile 15: 6:43, -424 ft), and running by the 3rd aid station (Mile 16: 6:50, -205 ft) and onto the flats at the end. At this point I started feeling pretty crummy and became somewhat worried that someone might catch me if I slowed. I reasonably thought that very few people would have been able to catch me after the last 7 miles... I'm a very good downhill runner, as I noted previously, and I had not taken it easy. Mile 17 was tough but I was still moving well (7:05, -97 ft). Mile 18 was tougher (7:23, -58 ft), and I started to actually fear losing my 2nd place position. I was running in the open now, so if I walked, whoever was behind me could see me and sense me failing. It would motivate them. I would be caught. It would devastate me when they passed. No, I thought. I can't stop. Can't be seen walking. I trudged on and took a brief walk when I hit some trees. I could see the finish line. I started running again. Mile 19: 8:02 (-68 ft). I could see my family cheering at the finish. I could hear voices... Picked it up just the slightest towards the finish (7:25 pace for last 0.3) and waited dumfounded for 14 minutes before the next runner showed up. My pal Kris would finish 45 minutes behind me in 6th (behind Barefoot Jake and two others). In the end, I finished 2nd overall. 2:43:38 for what my GPS told me was 19.3 miles for a 30K, an 8:43/mi pace. John finished 20 minutes ahead of me.
Happy with being so close to John. I'm not sure what's next.