With some lamenting over not running the
On the trip home I drove by the lake for one more look and thought it odd how floating seemed to pervade the whole weekend.
The race started
just over 6100 feet. You all should know how my lungs dislike altitude.
And because you know this fun little fact most of my competition knows it as
well. This set up a very interesting race. Jeff Shadley from
We dropped from
6100 feet to just below the 4400 mark by mile 14. Yes, it was
almost a free fall. The first mile had a drop of almost 250 feet.
Thus, the leading mile time of 5:32 didn’t seem that astonishing. As the
course meandered back to the basin I abandoned my race plan of floating down
what appeared to be Everest to this flatlander. I worked to regain a
share of the lead. I passed up second place around mile 7 and chatted
briefly as I plunged onward toward the leader. By mile 10 we were bumping
shoulders. Jeff would throw in a surge and I would quickly match his
pace. Fortunately at mile 14 I was roughly 40 seconds ahead. I had
thrown in two sub 5:40 miles in an attempt to break my worthy competitors
spirit. The floating was over and the racing had begun. His assaults through
the first 10 miles, in combination with the shear face drop off of the race had
hammered my quads into ground-chuck. (you may not get that on the first
try) The one thing 35 marathons have done for me is build my confidence
in finishing races. I sniffed the slightest gap and pressed just a little
more on the slowly leveling surface. By mile 20 the gap had widened to
almost 2 minutes. I continued to careen toward the finish but at
mile 24 both IT bands had locked me into a crawl and the downhill pounding
chewed my shins into swollen and bruised stumps. The last mile crept by
at nearly 7 minutes and 30 seconds. The last several hundred yards took 2
minutes. I managed to creep across the finish line in one of the
While I did manage to successfully plummet down the course to my 20th win of the year it took someone else to force me to quit floating in this race. Much like my pastor stated last weekend we need to quit floating and get in the race. I don’t think he was specifically talking about running but it encouraged me none the less. Most people are passive and act as observers. So many of us sit idly by and never truly participate. For example I finished and watched a woman who stood idly by at the finish line praising her son for his 100th marathon finish. Spectators cheered as a man in a wheelchair came across the finish line. I had a friend call me and repeatedly brag about how the Buckeyes had just scored again. Now I don’t live day to day with the woman, the spectators or my Buckeye fan friend, so they may participate in something other than running. For me I would rather run the race ( or my 100th which will be hear shortly) or play in the game than float through the race of life as an observer. Sure fans are great…but in running you can cheer and still participate.
There are calories to burn, places to run (or ski, kayak, mountain bike), people to meet, challenge and encourage. Stop floating and start running.
See you in