Monday, December 04, 2006


Forgot to post these earlier - two photos of me in the Marine Corps Marathon back in October.

Getting fat and lazy:
No run today. And no long run this past weekend. Not good for one racing the Blue & Gray Half-Marathon this Sunday.

But I feel the need to take it easy for a bit. After a week of no running after the Oct. 31 Marine Corps Marathon, I started training again, albeit half-heartedly, for the upcoming half-mary.

Head games: My last long run was a week ago this past Saturday, a 15-miler. In the last 5 miles, a 30-something, fit 6'3" man with lean and muscular legs and wearing an Army 10-Miler shirt came up next to me. We said hello, then he surged and eased ahead.

About 20 yards ahead, he stopped his surge and steadied his pace. And so I gradually ran past him, nodding "hello" again and smiling. Then I heard him quicken his pace.

He was running right behind me, using me to draft him. Huh! His footfalls landed heavily right behind my own. I felt he was about to clip my heels. Distracting, to say the least. But I wasn't going to slow down.

Or stop. If he wanted to pass me, he'd have to run faster.
I kept to the right in case he wanted to. He didn't. I checked my Garmin. Our pace was 8:57/mile. Not fast. But by this time, I was close to bonking. I had run out of water (stupidly going out with only a half-full water bottle) and I forgot to bring any GU with me. Plus, I had already run 10 miles, and had run a hilly 5-miler the day before.

I didn't try to outkick him. After all, I had 5 more miles to run. But I gradually ran a little faster, bringing our pace down to 8:45/mile. When I flew down the hills, so did he. When I ran up the hills, he followed close behind. We ran 3 miles this way. I was a little peeved. Was he trying to psych me out? Did he not realize how close he was running to me ?

Free at last: We came to a fork in the road. Only two more miles to go. I headed to the right, bracing myself for the last hill, where I was going to try to drop him. But to my surprise, he ran to the left. Smiling and waving, he called out, "Good running!" and disappeared from sight.

Well. Okay.

6 comments:

  1. Love the pics - you look quite happy in the first one.

    As for Mr. Drafter - sounds like he was really clueless and had no idea how annoying his behavior was. Weird.

    Lastly - what is that old addage about resting x days for y miles of the race? I'm pretty sure you broke it - big time ;-)

    Good luck in the 1/2!

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  2. fat my ass! and a 15-miler! i'm so jealous. i used to be able to do that.
    sigh.

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  3. Nice photos... I like how the first is all happy and the second is very determined.

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  4. 6'3" and he's trying to draft behind you? There's not a lot of people he can draft behind. I'm thinking he smelled a good fight ... you should've TKO'd him!

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  5. Great pictures. I love happy runners.

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