I ran a clinic on how not to prepare for a race this weekend. First, do no speedwork for months leading up to a race. Second, skip running the day before a race. This may not seem like a big deal but I have always believed you have to at least do a short shake out the legs run the day before a race. Third, come down with a stomach bug that has you on the hopper the whole night before and day of the race. I don't know what the heck got into my system but I was a wreck internally Sat night and Sun morning. So after debating running at all, I decided to go because it was a beautiful day here and we planned to get the kids outside anyway. And they love the races. So we still get lost around the Raleigh area about once a week. Happens with a still developing area that you don't know well. Not good when it happens when you're trying to find a race. Bottom line is I got to the place where the race was at 1:48 for a 2PM race. Had to go get my registration info even though they were shutting things down, go to the bathroom for one more deuce

and pin my number on, tie the shoe thingy on, etc. So I get outside and hear 3 minutes to race time. Had to find my wife and give her my "warmup" (that I did not get) clothes, jog around for a minute, do a couple high knees then got in the pack. I started way back in the pack from where I used to but I figured I wouldn't be contending anyway. So onto the race. First mile had some small rolling hills, not too bad but I was weaving in and out and basically warminp up as I raced. First mile in 6:05. Second mile the bigger hills came. No big steep climbs but when you aren't in your prime shape, any hills are killer to try to run fast on - at least for me. I started huffing and puffing on this mile and could feel the lack of a warmup in my tight legs. Went through 2M in 12:18. Last mile I was back and forth with this high school kid for awhile, I really just wanted to be done and there were more hills. I pass the kid with 400-500 meters to go but he comes up on me again at about 100 meters to go. Didn't even have the typical competitive desire and I just let the kid go figuring I wasn't running a fast time anyway and I didn't want to try to sprint the last 100 and get hurt. Final time 19:16. My wife comes up to me after and first thing I say to her is so much for the placing streak. She always comments that no matter how hard on myself I am, I always place in my age group. We run the cooldown with me pushing the kiddos and come back for the refreshments and watching the bigger kids run the 300m race. My almost 3 year old says from the stroller...I want to run too like Daddy

I said you can next year, honey. Then I start nudging my wife to leave. She's saying hold on let's see the results blah blah. I said I knew what I ran and I saw some guys around my age ahead of me near the start, there's no way I placed, let's go. She convinces me to stay for the results and I wait with the kids while she goes to look at them. She comes back shaking her head and I'm figuring that means I was 5th or 6th in my age group or something. She says "you won your age group, you ahole."

Turns out that a couple guys were 33 and 34 and the 40-44 group was stacked. I think 4 guys in their early 40s beat me. And I think racing actually calmed my insides down. Or I just had no more to give. Things are more "regular" now. So even though I had terrible prep, no warmup and my calves are screaming today, I got a good fast run in - something I hadn't done in months - and I got a $20 gift certificate for a running store to boot for winning the age group.