
I couldn't catch the guy in blue, but my 20:19 finish (I'm in the yellow) was good enough for second in my age group. Photo by Amber Trotter
I made a deal with myself last night. If I woke up this morning without chest congestion, then I would go ahead and run the race. Lucky me, 6 a.m. arrived and it was all above the neck.
There was no information on the course online, so I couldn’t plan a strategy as I like to do. The maps that were passed out at the start had no elevation information, so even last-minute planning was out of the question.
The best I could do was talk to some older guys while looking on in disbelief at some of those mommy workout leaders tried to lead us in some warm-ups. (The women were initially confused by our lack of enthusiasm, then realized the high knee, side kick and side step moves they were showing us weren’t exactly safe in a crowded starting corral.) They told me there was a pretty good hill in the middle, followed by another slight hill at the end and a good downhill section leading into the finish line.
Even though I’ve been fighting a cold for several days, the first mile was great. I hit the marker at 6:10, feeling like I was running much slower.
Then I got to the hill – steep and muddy. And it was followed immediately by another uphill section on pavement. It was a long climb and took more energy than I’m used to. Maybe that whole racing sick idea wasn’t a good one.
When I hit mile 2 at 15:10, I figured it was a little off. There was no way the second mile took nine minutes, even with those hills! I was right, because I hit mile 3 right around 20 minutes in. I mean, unless I actually ran 6:10, 9:00 and 4:50 splits. But I don’t think so.
The last uphill part wasn’t that bad, but it slowed me down enough for one guy to pass me up. I tried catching him on the downhill through the finish line – even though he wasn’t in my age group – but didn’t have the energy to push that much.
After waiting around for about 15 minutes, the results started being posted. My official time was 20:19, and even though that’s my worst 5K time so far, it was good for second place in my age group.
My wife pointed out that it was second out of three – because she understood it quicker, not because she’s mean – so I had to look for the third finisher to make myself feel better. If he had come in over 24 minutes, I probably would’ve felt a little less satisfied, but he finished under 22 minutes. First place? Some guy decked out in blue-and-white 2-inch split shorts and a singlet from the Running Center in under 17 minutes. I haven’t been running long enough to be that good, but finally placing still felt pretty good!






