I ran in the Master's race on the oval. Our team had 60+ runners and 40+ runners. I went back to the car after the 60+ race started. I was already soaked from watch their race start. Was a really good decision to go the way I did to my car, as I could well have been in the way of that tree if I had gone the other way.
I then tried warming up, and was loose and ready to go. With about 10 minutes to the start, many migrated to the starting line, but I noticed a park ranger by the tree and was like "uh oh." About four minutes before the start, the loud speaker said, "we are inspecting the course, indefinite delay." At this point, the rain started pouring. Some clubs generously shared their tents, but I also wanted to stay warm by moving, so I kept jogging, which in hindsight was probably a mistake. They told us 15 minutes, but then said nah, back to indefinite delay. My undershirt got soaked, as did my shorts. The jersey held up OK. As people kept moving around, some sheltered in tents, others sheltered under trees, weather got worse. Rumors started to fly, some thought whole thing would be cancelled, others correctly figured it would turn into a track race on the polo grounds track.
Then they told us to move to the track. Everybody figured it would start at the start line, so we trudged up there. There was unavoidable standing water at the end of the meadow, and my shoes got soaked (I chose to not change into spikes and raced in my trainers). I jogged around the track and started jogging with some guys who I didn't know but I would later find out were pretty fast. I thought it would help keep warm, and it felt fine, in hindsight, it was probably a bit too fast of a warm up. I started at the very back with some Pacific Association guys I normally race with, we all knew we would be in the back of the pack and wanted to stay out of the fast guys' way as best we could. I usually go out faster than they do, but I had a Covid over Thanksgiving and decided to run with them (I figured they would go out around at a reasonable pace given the conditions). It took us a good 20 seconds to get to the start line. Half way into the first lap, I looked down at my watch and saw they were running their fastest mile splits of the season and I decided not to stick with the pack as I wasn't feeling it, so I backed off. I was far from last, there were maybe two dozen people behind me. But I was in no man's land. Maybe three or four people behind me passed me after I backed off. I hoped they were going out too fast and would come back to me. But they ran their best races of the season and that was the last I saw of them.
I ran about what I planned to run given the conditions through 5k, but by then was being lapped by the front pack. I really tried to be cognizant of where I was and stay out of people's way. My soaked shirt and legs made me, despite red lining the first lap, cold. My legs went numb. I think I went borderline hypothermic. I almost stepped off the track (I think more than a few guys behind me did drop early and/or were told to run 6 laps by officials). Some guys from the 60+ race stayed and were cheering us on. So I kept going. The combination of being cold and constantly looking to the inside to stay out of the way made me lose my rhythm. I am usually in the back of the middle pack on the PA Circuit races, but have guys to race with. This race, I was in total no man's land. At one point, when a pack was passing me and I was in the middle of it, I got flashed the wrong number of laps by an official (I corrected and said this is how many I've run, this is why I think some of the guys behind me finished ahead of me, but I don't really consider that cheating, as they were just doing what they were told).
Basically by the 5th lap, I was just trying to keep moving. The leaders lapped me again, but this is where it got really crowded, as the leaders were lapping the mid pack guys who were lapping me. I completely lost my rhythm here and significantly slowed. The guy who let me stand under his team's tent passed me on the seventh lap (we both managed to avoid being lapped three times, moral victory). At this point, they started giving the women first call to the start line. I wanted to cheer for a few people I knew in that race, so the new goal became finishing before they started. I picked up the pace and passed (I think lapped, but who really knows as unless you were counting your own laps at the back of the pack, high chance officials gave you the wrong number, and again I don't think that matters and I think it was borderline impossible for them to track 350 guys) two guys on the last lap and ran a negative split for the last mile on my watch. I tried to sprint, but the legs were numb and just weren't there. I finished, got some Gatorade, and a too small Tshirt (I normally wouldn't care but I really wanted a dry shirt which would fit, so that was a bummer). The women's race started about twenty minutes after I finished.
The guys I normally run with ran were a few minutes ahead of me, and given the recent Covid I think I ran OK. After I got my drink, the women's race started. One person commented "what if I got my bib and started late," that oddly made me feel proud. "At least I rolled with it," I thought to myself. I watched the women's race, got a clean sweatshirt and then cheered for guys from the City I live in in the men's race.
I really have no business running a track 10k with Sergio Reyes, who is a former national marathon champion, Josh McAdams, who ran in the Olympics, Malcolm Richards, who holds the Indoor Track Marathon world record, or Ben Bruce, who ran in a few World Championship races, even on a 3/4 of a mile track. I'm the guy who gets excited when I place third in the Master's Division at a local 5k.
All in all, it was a unique experience that was oddly pure. It was basically, "whomever wants to run in this crappy weather, come on down, start here, finish here, and have a good time." A race I won't forget. And really appreciate the organizers finding a way where we could still race. I wish I was in better physical shape, and hadn't had to take two weeks off, as I bet I could've been pulled to a PR for 8k if I was feeling normal.