I won my first official MRTC 5K yesterday. 8/6/10
I didn’t expect it, it was quite an adventure! First I didn’t think I’d do this race I’ve got running events the entire weekend! I’ve also got to run a 5 miler that will determine my placement in the Road Race Series I currently hold 3rd. in 25-29, but my good friend Adrian told me he was doing it and I saw it was at 7:00 pm and by my house… I couldn’t resist a chance to earn a metal for Aug.
I ate wrong today a healthy choice panini, ok, but also had coffee & habenero Dorito chips; I started out with a sore stomach and ended w/ one too.
The race started by the usual Layne Purser “Helllooooo runnnerrrssss! “We’ll do this on a two count start; and [air horn siren]” That was it! I got pushed, due to my not realizing how quick this was going down! I sprinted out with the others; everyone fell off as I had hoped except me and one other guy. After the first 1/2 mile he stayed about 100 meters in front of me. (1/4 of a lap) I fought hard to gain on him all the way to the end of the first mile, but made no progress in closing the gap. I wanted to but didn’t dare look at my watch, as I don’t anymore during races for it is a sure sign slacking. (If I have time to admire my watch, instead I should speed up is my thought; I can check it at the end of the race.)
So we get past the first mile and we head down the “down & back” section of the race course. This guy in front of me looks tired, (head hanging in front of him, with more side to side motion in his stride, as opposed to a ready runner that looks like he is riding his legs) I’ve made a little progress at closing the gap. Then I saw him look back at me to see who was behind him. That pissed me off! He’s either looking back to find out what he needs to do to finish me off as competition or how much he can reduce his stride & relax w/out losing, and he looks tired so he wants to know if he has enough room to slow down and still coast in to first. “That m….. ……” is what I said aloud when I saw him look back, no audience present. But what helped even more was all the ppl yelling “go Bobby” audience members, voices I didn’t recognize, other runners & friends and associates I train with. But the competition in front of me had no such fan base. After we got back from the down & back I started gaining substantially I closed the gap before we got to the return hill a 1/4 mile after mile 2. I knew he was done, because when approaching, I knew he could hear me coming and he moved to the right as though to let me pass. I did & then fought for the lead for a minute or two & then he fell back further…. I assume, because I never looked back, but I could not hear his feet nor see his shadow (at 7pm they were about 15′ long too) but I ran scared the whole way in. Assuming he had let me pass just to sit on my shoulder and collect himself to steal away the win at the end. I heard my bib ruffle in the wind and sped up assuming it was him or someone else stealing away my lead, I assumed every noise I couldn’t identify were his footsteps and sped up every time. I heard the crowd cheer for me & listened to see how far away the competition was… there was no pause between cheers, but no one told someone behind me to “catch him”. But I still ran scared! I heard a car go by and loudly change shift and even jumped! The corner came which I knew to be the difference between 3.0 and the 3.1 and I turned my legs over as fast as I could, expecting a battle for the finish that never came! I came in first & was told by several how fitting it was for the red head to win the “Pale is the New Tan 5K.” Pretty great way to start the weekend! Free beer at the post race too! I told second place “good run” and thanked him for pulling me in, as I don’t think I could have done it alone, I hope that didn’t piss him off.