This morning, in beautiful Fort Worth, Texas, I did my first footrace of the fall. I run all year around, but I always go faster in races. The competition brings out the best in me. It’s also nice to see the friends I’ve made over the years. It’s amazing how little overlap there is between the bicycling crowd and the running crowd. Only a couple of my bicycling buddies run, and none of the people I see at footraces rides a bike, at least in rallies. It’s like moving between two worlds. Saturday, I was among bicyclists in Burleson; today, I was among runners in Fort Worth.
The nice thing about running is that you don’t have to haul a bike around. It’s just you and the pavement. But that’s why running is harder than bicycling. There’s no coasting; there’s little drafting; and the wear and tear on the body is much greater. I like doing difficult things. Who else would take up marathon running at the age of 39? To me, running was a challenge. I wanted to learn everything I could about it, undertake a rigorous training regimen, and watch my speed increase. I have enjoyed every step of it, despite the immense suffering. I hope I can keep running for as long as I keep riding my bike. Although I’m middle-aged (50), there were many people older than I am at today’s races.
I used to do the 15K (9.3-mile) race at this event, but that was when I was training for the Dallas White Rock Marathon. My marathon days are over, so for two years now I’ve done the 5K (3.1-mile) race. A year ago, I won a trophy in the men’s 45-49 age group with a mile pace of 6:53.55. This year, I moved into the 50-54 age group, so I figured I’d have an easier time of it. I completed the course in 21:27.03, which is a mile pace of 6:54.23. Guess what? I finished seventh in my age group, of 18 finishers. No trophy. That shows what a crapshoot racing is. Whether you win anything depends on who shows up. Overall, I was 52d of 474 finishers, which is the top 10.9%.
I’ve been doing my training runs at a 7:30 to 7:45 pace. The heat and humidity have kept me from going any faster. I didn’t want to put too much pressure on myself this morning, so I set a goal of a seven-minute pace. At the first mile marker, I had 6:52. I wasn’t gasping for air, so I decided to keep it up. I had 13:48 at the second mile marker, which meant that I ran the second mile in 6:56. I like to finish hard, so I gradually turned up the speed during the final mile. Near the end, I was passing people. Anyone who looked to be in my age group was dog meat. I wish I had worn my heart-rate monitor, because my heart was beating frighteningly fast. When I turned the final corner, I thought I was going to die. I shouldn’t push myself so hard, especially when I haven’t gone that fast for so long. My mile pace for the final 1.107 miles was 6:54.66. How’s that for consistency: 6:52, 6:56, and 6:54.66?
It was a great feeling to be done. I was drenched in sweat. If you click here and look at the third picture (at the bottom, in red), you will see me about to pass a couple of runners at the finish. I’m on the right as you look at it. I’m easy to spot because part of my legs are white from wearing bicycling shorts, which are longer than my running shorts. I’ve been running shirtless all summer. It’s less constricting, and it’s probably lighter because I’m not carrying a soaked jersey around the course. Whether I run shirtless on cold days remains to be seen!
It’s been a busy weekend. I ran 3.1 miles Friday, rode my bike 61.8 miles Saturday, took Sunday off, and raced 3.1 miles today. No barbecues for this guy. I hope you had a safe and enjoyable Labor Day holiday.
Addendum: I turned 50 in April. Suppose I were still 49. I’d have won the second-place trophy in the 45-49 age group. See what I mean about it being a crapshoot?