Sufficed to say, if I'd spend any more time on the Skywalk, you could call me Luke. I was really happy for the Skywalk, because that meant I didn't have to go outside into this:
|No, this isn't a Jedi mind trick. It was somehow foggy and windy at the same time. And there was a drizzle for three strait days.|
Even though I'm describing things like this, I actually had a great trip. Duluth is a really nice town as long as you don't have to deal with the weather. I saw a ship so large that I couldn't see from one end to the other through the fog. It had to have been at least a quarter of a mile long, if not more. I met up with Cami Thompson, the Dartmouth Ski Team Women's Nordic coach for dinner one night. She's married to Peter Graves, who was commentating, and the next thing I knew I was in the VIP booth at the restaurant eating with both race announcers. So the next time you're at a race and wonder why the race announcers spent so much time talking about me, it's probably because I ate dinner with them, and not because I am actually deserving of any of it. And Duluth kind of reminded me of Leadville, CO, which in my book is a compliment.
Anyways, I'm sure that you actually came here to read about my race instead of my review of Duluth. Honestly, everything up until now has been a way of procrastinating talking about my race in the hope you'd get bored and stop reading before I get to that awful performance. Going in, based on previous years' winning times, I thought that the leaders would go out in about 4:40-4:45 for the first mile. I figured if I was close to them and tried to stick with them, maybe I'd end up having a special race and getting a huge personal best.
As it was, I went out of the start and wondered why my legs felt so bad. I figured at the rate those guys were pulling away from me, I couldn't be going fast. Then I reached the first mile mark and saw my time. 4:38. A time I wouldn't having minded having run in the last mile, but the first mile... From there on, I got passed. A lot. By a lot of people. Sometimes I'd stick with somebody for a mile or so, but usually not.
When I got home, I looked at a book for converting times. You know, a 14:45 for 5km is roughly equivalent to a 30:30 for 10km is roughly equivalent to a 1:07:30 for a half marathon. The awesome part about this is that this is pretty close to my splits, so if anybody knows somebody who builds these tables, ask them what kind of time I could have run if I would have paced myself better.
But I prefer to look at the good news, so here it is.
My time through 5000m would have won the USA Men's 5000m Championship. Take that Bernard Lagat. Granted, my race went out at a sprinting pace, and the 5000m Championship could have been mistaken for race walking at the start.
I almost set a new personal best. The problem was it was in the mile, and then again in the 5k, but I was running a half marathon.
They say if you're really good, you make more in appearance fees than you do in prize money. I got a stipend for some of my expenses for the trip from the race organizers, but wasn't even close to winning prize money, so apparently I'm really good.
So, to end my review, Duluth: two thumbs up. My race: two thumbs down. So as a tiebreaker...Grandma's Marathon, which seemed to be well run. Plus, despite the fact that I didn't want to be outside any longer than I needed to be, there were a lot of spectators cheering. So overall I give the weekend a positive review.