Been reading/lurking for the past week and finally have a chance to post.
Congrats to Duck, Annyong, Para, and Juxt on very impressive showings this weekend, as well as the rest of the crew for some very solid training. BnB, that's some impressive elevation gain/loss you're racking up the past couple of weeks, I can only imagine the quads of steel that you have. Goal race is this weekend right?
Koby, good to hear your comeback is going well. Hope the doctor has more good news for you.
Ned, good work on racking up the miles. Hope your basement is back in good conditions.
I have had quite a fun weekend myself. Not sure how to title this so I'll just call it...
"I forgot I ain't 21 anymore" Trip Report:
I have been thinking for the past couple of years that I need to dedicate a training cycle to training for something a bit shorter, and for the past couple of years I have always managed to find a marathon or half-marathon race to derail that plan. Well, a couple of days after Boston, while recovering and chomping at the bit I came across a local racing schedule that listed some upcoming track meets. One of which was the Air Force Academy Twilight Meet. For some odd reason I thought it would be a great idea to get in a race with a bunch of kids at least 10 years younger than me and really see what kind of speed I have left. So after forking over $24, I officially entered myself in the 1500 and the 800. (where can you find a race for $12 anymore these days?)
Part 1: Friday night at the AF Academy
Fast forward 2 weeks, and I find myself driving to a college track meet for the first time in a decade, and honestly wondering what the hell I had gotten myself into as I have had 2 workouts since Boston, and ran a total of 2 400s at sub-5 minute mile pace. Nonetheless, I already paid the entry fee, I'm not hurt, and what do I have to lose besides my pride? After I warmup, change into my singlets and racing flats (I think I was the only one not wearing spikes), check in for the race, and watch the women's 1500 finish before us, it was time to get served a slice of humble pie.
The starter line us up and fire the gun, and immediately I find myself out the back. My plan was to try to run 70s 400s and then see what I have the last 400. Instead, I go through the first 200m in 31-32s and I am in last place by a good 4-5 steps. We hit the first lap in 67 and I am hurting already. Halfway in 2:16 and I am surprised I am not feeling worse. When we hit the homestretch for the 3rd time with a little over a lap to go I pick off a kid who went out over his head even more than I did, but I am slowing down myself and come through 1200 in about 3:27. When I hit the 200m to go mark I still had 35 seconds to get under my seed time of 4:20, but I was absolutely toasted at this point and experienced the worst "lactic acid storm" feeling I have had in over a decade where every part of my body feels like frozen blocks of lead and I am just doing whatever I can to get the race over with. I "ran" this last 200m in around 5-minute mile pace. Result - 2nd to last, 4:23.
Unlike every other track meet that I have been to in my life, this meet actually ran fast and I ended up getting about 45-50 minutes before the 800 instead of a little over an hour like I was expecting. In fact, I made it back from my cooldown/warmup run just in time to check in, and only to be informed all the women entered in the 800 before us cancelled so we're up next. Puke.
There's only 8 of us, so they do a 1-turn stagger where everyone can cut in after 100 meters. I am in lane 7, and before we even hit the first turn everyone has made up the stagger on me and I don't even bother pacing myself, just hammering as hard as i can to keep up. I come through the first lap in 64 seconds an I am pretty sure I was at least 30-40 yards behind everyone. The lactic acid feeling from the 1500 came back on the 2nd lap, and it got worse with every step. Result - DFL, 2:17.
Part II: Just another Saturday morning
The next morning there's an event hosted by the air force base where my wife works. As we were pulling into the parking lot, there's a group of college/HS kids warming up in their team jackets/sweats and my wife comments "uh oh, those guys look fast, you might have some competition". Maybe it was me getting my butt kicked the night before that bruised my pride a bit, but I just said "they're running a road race at this point in the season instead of at last chance meets or resting up for NCAAs, how good can they be?"
At the start line, I quickly chat with one of the guys from the college team and find out that they are all running the 5K. (I was entered in the 10K). The race organizers apparently made no effort to distinguish the 5K/10K runners, but did provide 2 identical pace carts for the races. The gun fires and we are off. 2 guys are about 4-5 seconds ahead at the mile and I am in a pack with 3-4 other guys. I just assume everyone else is in the 5K and they would turn off after 1.5 miles where the 5K/10K courses split. A couple of minutes later one of the carts turn off, but apparently without telling the lead runners and I find myself still behind 2 runners. I groan, but keep on running my pace and shortly before 2 miles I pass one of the two guys. The lead runner is now 10 seconds ahead but I see him keep on looking over his shoulder, and despite my lack of desire to push the pace given how tired I was I notice that he's coming back to me. Shortly after 4 miles I finally reel him in and the following exchange takes place:
Me: "Good job man. 2 more miles"
Him: "Argh, I thought I was running the 5K"
Me: "Damn, that sucks bro" (throws in a surge)
A couple of minutes later I open up a pretty sizeable gap and the race was pretty much over. At the end the margin was 20-25s. New course record - 33:53. Pretty happy with this one since i have only broken 17 in a 5K at altitude once before this, and now I averaged 2 back-to-back. I also got a measure of satisfaction knowing that I ran a faster pace than the other college kids that stayed on the 5K course (no one broke 17 in the 5K).
So... I would have liked to have more speedwork under my belt before running my first 1500 in 13 years, but I am definitely glad I got it under my belt and with the 10-second altitude conversion the time ended up being about 7-8s slower than my PR from college so I am happy with the residual speed I still have. In fact, I might just do a speed cycle next spring and go for an (altitude converted) PR. The immediate gain is that my workout this morning felt much easier after that track session last Friday, so I think I am going to throw some quick 400s/800s in over the next couple of months at the end of workouts if I can to try to make my HM/MP runs feel more controlled.