RACE REPORT
Male Master Winner
DATE/TIME: 16Oct2016@ 0800
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RACE COURSE Shelby Farms
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Total: 13.1miles
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1 06:40.2
Downhill
2 06:53.6 Flat
3 06:54.1 Flat
4 06:52.6 Flat
5 06:59.4 Flat
6 06:58.9
Dropped
7 07:04.4
Neighborhood climbs
8 07:03.8
9 07:01.6
10 07:10.8
Greenline up hill (false flats).
11 07:10.8 Into
the park
12 07:04.3 Saw
Jon Fading only ¼mile up. but didn’t
push to catch
13 07:03.7
14 00:56.5
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Narrative:
-Started at Front
- Kept Pace with Jon Siquenfield at 6:45-7:00s
- Cool at first then got warm at 5M then really warm at 9-10M.
- Didn’t push hard. Just
tried to stay at a good pace.
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Overall
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Gender
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Age Group
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Award
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Official Time
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Pace
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Bib
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2th of 382
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2th of 178
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1 of 23
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Male Master Winner
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1:31:49.85
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7:00
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82
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HEART RATE MAX: 172/180 BPM
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Cadence 196vg/226Max – Avg Stride length 1.20m
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TEMP/WEATHER: 66°F at 88% Sunny (3MPH N Wind)
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MISCELLANEOUS:
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Shoe
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Nike 2015
Free 5.0 Pink
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Attire
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Nike
2inch shorts, Nike Dry-fit Pink “Breast Cancer” shirt, Nike -
High-Compression socks
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Timer
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Garmin
225 Forerunner
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Injury/Ailment
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Twinge
right hamstring, sore Achilles
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Day
Before
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Ran
with Scott Rauls at a fairly slow pace (8:45’s). Ran with Rouge for her Agility Trials
(earned her Title). Got ready and gear
together. Wore pink in honor of my
Breast Cancer Awareness and my Aunt who passed 2 ½ years ago. Pretty light all day. Ran (walked) 1.5 miles with Grace for her
workout *(15min pace). Slept fairly
early.
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Pre-Race
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Got
up at 5AM. Stuff was already packed
and ready. Grace drove. Got in a
bottle of water and Granola bar. Warm
up 2miles.
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On
the Line
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Noticed
the only person there I knew who was part of the RRS or any previous races
was Jon Siquenfield.
A very good runner, one of Heathers guys. I’ve beat him on a few occasions. There was no one else there that we
knew. When the buzzer went off, I took
off. I didn’t spring, I just went at a
tempo pace to get my heart and legs going.
I wanted to be between 6:40-6:55 to get rhythm. By half mile there was almost no one with
me. I looked at my watch and it was
reading 6:42. I was on pace for the
start and thought I was going too fast, but I was conscious that I
wasn’t. I slowed anyway to 6:50-6:55
when Jon and a guy named Luna caught up to me. Jon and I carried a conversation which
probably irritated Luna because he took off ahead, separating by 25
yards. We were led by a bicycle. The lead bike failed to make a left,
leading Luna off course a bit. Jon and
I just followed the directions of the turn signalers. Though we felt bad for him, we kept
chugging along and holding our conversation.
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1-5
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For
the first 5 miles, we monitored each other.
We weren’t racing as much as just keeping a pace. His goal was somewhat similar to mine. He just wanted to keep 7s. He also raced the RRS 10miler and already
banked his time. He admitted that he
didn’t mind if he blew his engine today.
I told him, if he felt it, “Go for it”. We were surprised to learn through the
cyclist and support volunteers that there was no one behind us at Wolf
River. Which was crazy because
typically an elite runner would be past or be passing us
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6-9
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Once
we got into the neighborhoods, I wasn’t feeling a need to push. My hamstring wasn’t hurting but I knew that
I didn’t want to aggravate it any more than I needed to. I was remembering the course 2 years ago
and remembered the inclines coming up.
Jon bumped his pace by just a little and I didn’t respond. Every minute that went by, I was losing
ground. I thought of just keeping him
in sight and maybe I’d catch him in the last two miles or something. Either way, I wasn’t going to kill myself
today especially with a race the following week.
So
there I was with Jon maybe ¼ to ½ a mile up and no one I could hear behind
me. When spectators and volunteers
would clap for me, I couldn’t hear anything at all for anyone behind. I wasn’t being chased. I really relied on the tempo games. However, it’s quite different playing tempo
games during a race and when the terrain isn’t flat. The undulations played havoc with my pacing
and rhythm. I was trying to push to
cress hills, spin the downslopes.
I
was playing mental games with the purpose of not trying to get hurt and keep
to the pace I set out to run.
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10-13
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When
I entered the Greenline, I saw Scott Rauls friendly face cheering. Just
24hours prior I was on a brisk Saturday Breakaway run with him. He’d later tell me that I look strong yet
relaxed. Good because I felt that
way.
I
marched along the Greenline not seeing Jon until I got to the
Penitentiary. I happen to pass Sam Schwaller
running with his dog. With a quick
greeting, Sam said, “That dude (Jon) is really dying out.” However, he had to have been 1/3 to ½ a
mile up. I could barely get a glimpse
of his blue shirt and the lead biker.
The
internal voices started to really kick in.
Should I blow my load and go for it. Or, do I stay disciplined and on
pace. Realistically, 2nd
place and winning Master is a bad thing.
My gut was telling me go ballz out!.
Taking a left off Mullin’s station into the park, I rationalized that
I needed to blow my own load next week for any chance to stay in contention
for the RRS AG.
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Finish
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I
got into the park content with my decision to maintain pace. But with about a mile left, I rounded a
bend and Jon was only 200yrds away with shoulders slumping. "Awe Man!" Had I gone for it at the Greenline, I might have gotten him. But, as I ran the winding path to the finish, all I could do was smile. I was in one piece. Not hurt, my ham in good shape, not to out of breath. The announcer even went as far as to say, "He doesn't look like he's even run a half marathon."
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After
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I didn't consider this really a race. It felt more like a Saturday Breakaway training run. I didn't feel too stressed. I even felt more joy for Jon who admitted that he gave it all he had.
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