>> Sunday, March 21, 2010
Pharmie and I ran this race, and it went VERY WELL for the 2 of us. I have 2 new secrets for a successful race:
1. Drink lots of Diet Root Beer the night before. Drink so much that it upsets your stomach and you are gassy all night long. You will be so gassy that the smell of your farts will wake you up in the middle of the night. (Really.)
2. Have race morning nookie. That’s right. You heard me. So, early in the morning of your next race, tell your spouse / significant other / friend-with-benefits that you NEED to do [whatever it is that you like to do] in the name of a good race. It. Will. Work. I promise. ;)
So Pharmie and I got geared up on Saturday morning, and we headed for Lake Johanna just north of St. Paul. It was sunny but chilly when we registered:
Wearing my new Ryder sunglasses
In our matching Sugoi compression tights. That’s right - we’re THAT
couple that dresses like each other...
An old guy with a bull horn said “READY... GO!!!..."
I jumped into about 15th place. We ran past the finish area after a few hundred feet. Here’s (roughly) the race map. (I MAY have some of the turns around mile 2.5 wrong - I’m not totally sure on this...)
Mile 1: 5:41. “Holy hell. Can you keep this pace? Just try it...”
We weaved through some residential streets. Some kids playing in their front yard started cheering for us, so I smiled and waved. I still felt like I was “working,” but I didn’t feel like I was dying. I was trading positions back-and-forth between 8th and 9th.
Mile 2: 5:46. “Hang on to this and you’ll kill your 23:49 PR for a 4 mile race!”
I was happy to still be THAT far under 6:00! Then, as the elevation chart shows, we started a 3 block steady climb. I tried to stay strong. Coming up on mile 3, I saw we had a short but steep hill to climb just after that mile marker. Yay.
Mile 3: 5:47. “Gosh darn it! You’re smoking this race!”
I had moved into about 7th. I was pushing, and still felt pretty good. I mean, I was HURTING, but I felt good, considering. We rounded a corner, and there was a nice gentle down-hill. Sweet Jesus! I picked it up. A few of us jockeyed back-and-forth for position. Soon we were back at the park where we had started, so that meant about 200 meters to go! I TRIED to catch the guy in front of me, but I couldn’t quite do it. But I knew I was laying down a good time!
Mile 4: 5:27. “Nice!”
22:42 (5:40.5 pace)
6th out of 140 overall
I recognized a few of the guys who finished in front of me from Dome Running over the winter. And one of those guys was talking with the woman from Dome Running who we call “tall blonde speedy woman.” Really. There are like 5 of us that know her as that. I went over and introduced myself. It turns out “tall blonde speedy woman” prefers to go by “Jenna.” And after talking for a few minutes, she asked me “Do you do triathlons?” I said yes. Then she smiled a bit and asked “Are you ‘Steve in a Speedo’?” I laughed. Turns out that Chad from the MDRA sent her a race report of mine to read a few months back. Small world!
I started to jog a bit of a cool-down with the Dome Running guys, but I sprinted off to my car to grab my camera. And as soon as I did, I saw Pharmie heading to the finish WAY faster than she thought she would finish!!
Holding off the guy in orange!
To see more photos from the MDRA Lake Johanna 4 Miler, check out my article on my examiner page.
Then I spent the rest of the afternoon trimming my hedges. No, not THAT - get your mind out of the gutter! I was ACTUALLY trimming the hedges in my YARD.
Leather work gloves? Check.
Wussy electric hedge trimmers that would be WAY more manly if it had a gas engine? Check.
When I got done working in the yard, I finally took off my shoes. I noticed that my sore toe actually had a purple toenail, so I guess I ran that 4 miler hard enough to lose a nail in a couple of weeks: