Trail Run race 2:15:00 [1] 14.1 mi (9:34 / mi) +439m 8:44 / mi
Out for the 16 mi (but really more like 14 mi) version of the Goat Hill trail race. Beautiful, cool morning, easy drive except for every street being called School Street (seriously: I was supposed to go left on school street, but I went left on the wrong school street a mile before, and then there was another school street a mile later. #parallelerrors), and lots of cops on the Pike. Plenty of time to not warm up chat with some November Project types, and line up and go.
Started out easy, since, you know, 20 miles yesterday, but my legs felt fresh. I don't think my legs have ever felt fresh after 20 road miles, ever. The pace was super dialed back around the field and once in the woods I pushed it a little bit running alongside a dressed mostly in black long sleeves and tights (I was wearing a white CSU singlet and shorts). But I was not going to push hard, because this was a training run. I put some time on him up the hill, he took it back on the technical-ish downhill, and I was content to just have a nice run. But in the back of my mind was that someone wearing long-sleeved black clothing might not do so well in the sun. (Joey Kile, an NPer who came second, said "I just didn't want that guy to win because he looked like a crossfit guy and fuck that.")
Grabbed a cup of tailwind (not bad, like the took HEED and made it taste like not vomit!) at the feed, then in to a nice grinder of a hill up from for about two miles. The trails are twisty you can often see the people in front of you but have no idea how far ahead or behind they are unless they're on the same little squiggle. I was sometimes within visual distance of the leader and the guy in third (in a blue shirt, looked more like a runner) but clawed back the time on the first place guy on the hill. He was lagging, and I passed him and put on some time, but still mostly staying at L1. The guy in blue seemed content to stay with him, and by the time we were nearing the end of the loop I had put nearly a minute on them, much of it on beautiful tacky mountain bike downhill which was an absolute pleasure to run. In to the lap, grabbed two cups of feed, drank both, and out before they were in the arena.
(Side note: this would be very nice O terrain and a terrific arena. Some greenbriar, but lots of open woods and features.)
So I began the next lap in first, wanting to put time on those guys, because in my mind they were right behind me. Then the right side of my left foot started to blister up. Last week the Salomons gave me a toe blister so I used the trusty old La Sportivas and apparently they weren't that trusty and I need to put more bodyglide on my feet. Tightened the laces, which made it worse. Loosened them which made it bearable. But I was otherwise having a great run, so I figure I'd run through it. Walked a little on the uphill, and passed a lot of 8 milers who started about 5 minutes before I came through the lap.
Right before the feed was a woman who had fallen and was bloody on her head. I stopped to make sure she was okay, but there was a race official there helping already so I didn't feel the need to stay. I heard an ambulance a few minutes later, apparently she's okay. Luckily she fell 100 meters from the feed and right near a road. Put things in a bit of perspective.
So it was off to run figuring the guys behind me were still a minute or two behind. I wasn't really pushing, so the only way I'd have a lot of time is if they fell off pace. No way to know, especially with all the traffic on the course. I'd seen Ed before the feed, and focused on pushing through the climb and in to the downhill. Foot feeling not good, but not getting worse, so I kept on pushing at a manageable pace. Alex cheered for me at some point, and I figured if I had Alex to chase down, there was no way that I was going to get caught. Alas, she was probably several hundred yards ahead, so I just kept running.
Also, allow me to go on a rant: races with multiple laps and start times should not allow headphones. I said a lot of "passing on your left" and "passing on your right" and the only issues were the people bopping along to their own little song and couldn't hear until I yelled. This is dangerous. Have the race director say "look, I know some people like to listen to music but we have a lot of people on a narrow single track and with multiple courses you may get passed, so unfortunately we can not allow headphones to be worn." If people skip the race because of it, their loss.
Tweaked an ankle near the finish and slowed down a bit, pussyfooting down the hill and in to the arena for the sprint in. Got a GO TEAM GIGGLES cheer (because I wore a tiara, of course) and finished strong. Ate some pickles, food and other things, and waited for the guys behind me to come in. Joey Kile finished second. Negative splits. In jean shorts. The other guy came third, shirt of, looking pretty struggly; I put 12 minutes on him in the last 9 miles. The guy in blue was later than that, apparently he'd died hard. So I could have gone a lot slower, or taped my foot, and still won, but where is the fun in that?
Alex and I got our winner cookies and then I got behind some idiot from Connecticut who seemed to think the 30 mph speed limit meant 22, and then there was construction on the Pike so I took Route 9 which was maybe a couple minutes faster but who knows. But I ran fast!
(Alex's Attackpoint give her nearly the same elevation, in one lap. I am going to give myself some extra. Okay, now I counted Strava contours and got 439m, that sounds right-ish.)