On the start line it was easy to see that my prediction of this race was correct. It was going to be a race against the clock only today for me. And of course the ghost of Gramps' past. Once the gun went off I was immediately out front. Drew quickly matched me and began to quicken the pace. I thought this might be a bit ambitious for us but I went along for the ride at least to the first km mark. We went through the first km in 3:19, perfect first flat km. I knew it was a bit fast but first k's usually are. I started to relax into my pace and focus on my technique and my cadence. I find it challenging sometimes to race with someone like Drew. His legs are much longer than mine and so we have to utilize different cadences to maintain the same speed. He likes to lead and so do I. It's nice to have a clear view, but it's also nice to conserve energy and have a draft from the wind. "I guess I'll let Drew set the pace today" I thought as I enjoyed the perfect temperature and peaceful country setting. Shortly after settling into my pace, Kevin rode up from behind on my bike that I had lent him. It's nice to have a lead cyclist, but it's even better to have a
coach along side as well. We went through 3k and I felt as if Drew was
slowing. I passed him and took the lead, not adding anything
except1/2 a percent. I knew my legs could comfortably move a little bit quicker. Drew pushed ahead once again only to slow me down once more. I passed him again and wondered what this battle was about so early in the race. I knew my cadence allowed me to be slightly faster than Drew today and I felt light and comfortable as I added 1 more percent of effort. We cruised through 6 k and a water station and the the string began to grow very taunt. It was a very short time later on this long flat straight away where I could feel the string break. So long as I can keep this effort up, I know I can prevent that string from connecting again.
I was new on this course and had been warned several times about a monster hill around the 8k mark. I knew that this was probably going to be the make or break point of the course and was careful not to overexert myself before then. The lead cyclist and I approached the base of the hill. It was very steep and not too long. I pumped my arms and picked up my cadence breathing deep to fuel the need for more oxygen. We crested and I worked on regaining my breath and cadence. There was still a very slight incline. I asked the cyclist if that was it for the hill, but he wasn't very chatty at all. At this point Kevin had fallen back with Drew and I had taken a significant lead on them as I worked towards my recovery. The trees along the roadway gave way to another tier of the hill which was longer but not quite as steep. After this was a shorter recovery flat and the final tier was long and sunny with rough pavement. What a tough
son of a mountain that hill was!! I felt strong and was very happy with myself at this point, but my breathing was heavily labored and I was having a long hard time returning it back to normal. We twisted and winded until a very short and extremely steep downhill shook the wits out of me. One right turn and we were on a very straight shaded and slightly downhill section of road. The pavement was nice and flat and smooth and I knew this was the break I needed to recover for the final sections of this race.
From here to km 19.5 was very comfortable and I was only thinking about keeping my legs moving the same speed so that I could get to the line for the course record. After that though, was extremely difficult. As I approached the last km I was having all kinds of nasty thoughts. Even though I had already won the race and would usually be so high on adrenaline from being so close to the finish, I could barely move my legs. I'm glad Kevin was there to coach me into the finish because I was really feeling it. I knew that I had run out of the good nutrients from this morning's smoothie and was now running on garbage food left in my system from the day before. Diet is so crucial to the last moments in a race. In any event I crossed the line in 1:14:46 for first place and the new course record. A couple of minutes went by and I started to worry. I hadn't seen Drew (nor had Kevin) since the hill and I was starting to think that the worst had happened. "Hopefully he just ran out of gas and bonked or something." I thought. Eight, then Nine minutes go by and still no Drew. I'm sure he's in trouble now. Just then, I can see him hobble around the corner accompanied by Kevin on the bike. "Thanks god he's still running!" I thought. But it doesn't look pretty. He managed to finish but was certainly injured. We immediately went over and got him some ice and had him relax. The
award ceremony was great and I made it out of there with $150.00 to spend at Peninsula Runners. The Peninsula Runners crew put on a very well organized and clearly marked event. Their timing for the event was efficient and things (awards, race start) began when they were scheduled to. I enjoyed the challenging course and the country roads reminded me of home in rural Ontario. Drew won this race last year, and for that he was awarded the privilege of wearing the bib #1. At the awards Paul Williams (store owner and former 3X Canadian Olympic runner) Said that if I come back next year I can wear the #1 bib. Not only will I be back to wear it, but I will be back to break my record and I will frame that bib! Unless I receive a #1 bib before then. We'll see. Maybe Richmond Oval 10k??
It was a great morning and we were back in Vancouver for 11AM. Sometime early starts can be hard but it's nice to have everything wrapped up early so you still have time for a nap and the rest of the day. I had a hard time napping as I knew I had to wake up shortly and go give two 90 min massages back to back. I awoke from my nap groggy sore and tired as can be. I slept horribly the night before the run so this restless nap only seemed to compound my fatigue. I didn't have it in me to do these massages with my regular great energy so I thought it was a better idea to reschedule my clients. Thankfully they were pleased to give me the night off and said I had earned it. I know this seems weird, but as soon as I got off the phone with them I had started to get my second wind. I had two invites this afternoon and could now fully enjoy them. First, down to Kits beach with some girlfriends for a lounge and then out to play a pickup soccer game with some more friends. The beach was just the relaxation I needed, and the soccer game was a blast! I must have run another 10km in the game. I wish I had my Garmin on for the race and the game. I didn't plan on playing so hard, but there were so many good players, I couldn't resist showing off my athletic ability. It was so amazing sharing the field with so many great athletic guys and girls. And we won by 5 points. To cap off such a great day/weekend, we went over to my buddy Simon's for some burgers and beer.
Things I hate: Fallen Falcons
Things I love: When Business is great!