Got back last night from a great weekend in Boulder.
My race was a disappointment, to say the least. Felt like I was cruising easily through the first mile or so, but then it felt like I ran out of gas. It was not the same breathless sensation that Pete and muddy girl have described, although I am familiar with that feeling, having experienced it in an altitude simulator. For me, it was more like an overall weariness that forced me to shut down physically and mentally. My time for the distance was a couple of minutes slower than what I had done relatively easily in a tempo run over the same distance on an XC course near me a few weeks ago. Oh well, I still managed to avoid a DFL.
Not much to add to what others have said about the great job Pete Julian and others did in organizing the races in Boulder. Had a great time watching the other races. Someone described the creek crossing (dubbed "Jonesy's Surprise) as like sitting near a bad turn at a NASCAR race. Naturally, we didn't want to see anyone hurt, but it was fun watching runners slip and slide trying to negotiate it. I even manage to gasp to the crowd as I made my way through for the last time, "Come on, admit it,
you would love to see me fall!"
The geek part of me very much enjoyed meeting and talking with so many running greats from the past and present who were, without exception, quite gracious and unassuming. At one point, I was standing beside the course and overheard I guy talking about what it was like when he raced in the U.S. and in Europe. I said to him, "Forgive me, I don't recognize many of the faces, but I know most of the names. What's your name?" He said, "I'm Jon." It wasn't until I pressed him for his last name that he told me it was "Sinclair." He was just blending in with the crowd, enjoying the races.
Talked with a few guys and gals at the party. Legends like Steve Jones and Arturo Barrios were hanging out and exchanging pleasantries. Compared notes on New Jersey with Steve Slattery. Abdi acknowledged that he had "gotten (his) butt kicked." He didn't seem to take particular solace from the admission that I had suffered the same fate. I asked Ed Torres why he and his brother didn't at least have different hair styles so people like me could tell them apart. He seemed happy to have finished tenth and probably made the team for Worlds, although like most, he wasn't sure if he was going.
I did have one personal best. One of the bartenders at the party told me that every drink at altitude was equivalent to three at sea level. If that is true, my five beers for the night would be equal to fifteen, far exceeding my previous best.
My biggest regret was that I wasn't able to connect with more Letsrunners. How do you guys recognize one another. I said hi to SoCal Pete, who I had met in NY last year, but he was the only LR person I know. I know wejo and others were there. Hey wejo, can we have Letsrun nametags or something next time?
Off to Tampa Friday to run Gasparilla and visit with a friend. Hope everyone has a good week.
OXCG