All right, finally managed to get to the computer here. Got up at 4 AM to head to Carlsbad, then didn't get home until mid-afternoon. Had to catch a quick nap, then head out to dinner. But now I've finally got a second. Unfortunately, I still have my "runner's head" from this AM's race (and from copious amounts of beer, coffee, and candy bars afterward).
First off, it was absolutely perfect weather for the race. It was cool without being cold. Overcast. No wind to speak of. Couldn't dial up a better day for a 5K.
The gun went off. And Dennis Simonaitis went right to the front. Of course, that was no surprise. I outsprinted Dennis for the Carlsbad masters win 4 years ago, and he darn well wasn't going to wait around for that to happen again! With no other real challengers to act as a peloton (so that I could just drift back a ways), I was forced to run on Dennis's shoulder. And he punished me by taking me through a 4:40 first mile.
Now, I knew Dennis had run a sub-par 10K last weekend, so I figured maybe that first mile would hurt him more than it hurt me. I figured maybe he'd dial it back for the mostly uphill second mile. I figured maybe he'd even let me set the pace for awhile.
And then he threw in a nasty uphill surge that actually had me tasting lactic acid in the back of my throat! He settled back into a reasonable pace after a couple hundred meters, and I figured, "Well, okay, I can hang with ... Damn!" Because there he went, surging again. We came through 2 miles in 9:23. And this very loud voice in my head started running through a laundry list of excuses I could use to drop out right then!
But I hung on, and a couple minutes later we were making the final 180 degree turn, ready to head up a quarter mile uphill before the course levels out for a couple blocks, then plunges 300 meters to the finish line. And now one of the voices (a loud one) in my head said, "You know, if you can get to that final 300 meter plunge even with Dennis, this race is yours!"
And that's what I did.
We turned for the final 300 meter plunge side-by-side.
And I almost laughed, thinking of the various ways I could cross the finish line: with my hands held up in victory, or maybe just pumping a single fist and looking serious, or maybe leaping through the tape like Bob Beamon on his record-setting jump.
And then I told my legs to kick ... And they just laughed at me. "Kick!" I told them. And they looked up at me and told me to go to hell. And next thing I know, Dennis - a marathoner - is leaving me in the dust, kicking away to victory, crossing the finish line first in 14:47, while I stumbled and tripped in 3 seconds behind him (14:50).
So here I am 46 and just ran a 14:50 at Carlsbad, and I didn't even win my age division! (Dennis is 45.)
Seriously: One of the best race experiences I've ever had! What a blast!
My clubmate, Christian Cushing-Murray, took 3rd place, with Bunnies grabbing 6 of the top ten spots.
There were some major glitches in race management - a new company took over the race this year.
But a heck of an experience all the same!
Okay, hope everyone has a great week!