So this was a race that I did for the first time last year and it's mean to benefit doctors without borders. It was cold last year, if anything it was even colder this year. It was a glorious minus 11 degrees when I got out of the car to head into Eau Claire. An amusing anecdote was that when the race marshall asked everybody to start heading out to the start line, everybody went out one set of doors and then waited in front of the second set till we were prodded on our way out.
The Race Itself
I am not a short distance runner, by any means, I can run 100 meters at max effort and that's about all the ability I have for short distance running, however this wasn't the most serious of races and I somehow found myself at the front of the start gates. If any of you guys have run the mother's day race you'll know that thte throngs of people make it difficult to get a good time unless you're at the front. Right from the get go two guys just hit the front and went like bats out of hell. I had the brilliant idea that yeah I'll follow them I'm sure to get swallowed up by the people who really are racing for a decent time. Weird thing was that it never did happen, I kept on running at the front, I could see the two guys ahead of me, but there wasn't a chance in hell I was going to catch them. If you look at the race route
here, it was close to the 14th st bridge that I got passed by med school chic (for lack of better name). On the way back I saw there was a guy in a white shirt that seemed to be gaining on me.... joy. This was pretty much the first half of the race, very solitary running.
The way back however when the guy in the white shirt caught up, I heard some very vigorous breathing, nothing quite like a snorting guy bearing down on you to motivate you while running. I turned around and took a closer look, he was wearing a deadmonton losers jersey. Guess I really had no choice but to beat him now. Double the motivation. Being a longer distance runner than 5k, I knew that it was probably unlikely that I could beat anyone in a straight up sprint for the finish. So I started to throw down some little accelerations forcing him to follow me. If he was going to beat me? I was going to make him work for it. At this point, I've already lost the feeling in my face for the better part of the race due to the cold, but my hands werent' numb yet so I still felt pain, another reason to run faster and get back to the warmth of eau claire. With the last 200m or so in sight, with one last 90 degree right, I decided it's now or never and just broke out into a full out sprint. Thankfully I had a little bit of traction and didn't go slip sliding on the last turn (although that did happen on the course) and managed to pull out ~15 meter gap on the guy (says Amy). It helps when you know that you're in pain and going through hell, so is the guy running behind you, so just keep on going right though it. Finishing time was ~22.41 (it wasn't officially timed). Cool thing was race marshall was like I need your name and bib number (Sweeeeettttttt, oilers guy asked him if they needed his, response? No.....DENIED).
The last part of them trying to get my name (which they still screwed up when announcing it) and bib number probably took a good 5 minutes, mostly because I was just completely spent so thanks to Amy for telling the marshall my name and bib number. So at the end of the day, froze my butt off, ran harder than I can remember in a very long time, and got some sweeet swagg to show for it. It's a third place, but hey it's my first and only medal for running which I think is pretty sweet. Thanks for reading.
~Cheers