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8/18/13 THAT Hurt...But CX Is Harder....


Sunday, August 18, 2013

The sun is down, the Tiki Torch Lounge is open, Poco's Delivern' is on the sound system, and the dog and I are kicked back. The horrors of the Little Miami Half Marathon are now but a distant memory....

I almost didn't go to the half. At 3 am I was still awake and worrying about how I would do. I went into this overweight, undertrained, underfed, and probably trending towards dehydration. Not a good combo. A wise man would've blown it off and started training for the next half (Mason Half Marathon in November (it's a fundraiser for the Epilepsy Foundation). Notice the term "wise man". That is a term that has NEVER been used in conjunction with my name. So, at 6:30, I saddled up, muttered "HTFU", and headed to the race.

The course was an out and back down the Little Miami Scenic Trail. A word about the Little Miami Scenic Trail: it is freaking wonderful. It's a 10' wide slice of heaven that runs from Yellow Springs to Cincinnati. It runs along an abandoned rail line (Penn Central, I believe) and while it is flat as a pancake, it is a wonderfully shaded, scenic, place to just ride and not worry about cars. Having said that, the first couple of years that I rode on it (think 1986is) there were emergency vehicles on the trail tending to injured people EVERY FREAKING TIME I WAS OUT. Thus, it became known to me as the Little Miami Death Trail. (True story. A friend's divorce attorney was out riding on it and swerved across the center line and crashed head on into another cyclist. The other cyclist, who was wearing a helmet, got up and walked away. The attorney, who was not wearing a helmet, died. Helmets work. Wear them.)

Back to the point. The race was pancake flat. The temps were in the low 70s. A great day to set a half pr...if I had trained. Using a mix of running with a little walking tossed in, I did the first 3 miles in about 37 miles. Sweet. By the time I got to the 5 mile mark, I was mostly walking. By the time I got to the turnaround at the 6.5 mile point, it was all walking. At this point, I thought I was DFL, but shortly after the turn, I came across a few groups of stragglers, only one of whom passed me by the end. For 5 miles, I was the only one in the race that I saw. This could of been a lonely, soul crushing period. However, I'm experienced in being dropped like an ugly prom date. This is very familiar turf for me. I just ducked back into my pain cave, put one foot in front of the other, and kept moving.

As I got past the 10 mile point, I did try to run a few times, but it wasn't happening. Things had just tightened up a tad too much. So, I walked across the finish line (3:21:50) swearing I would never do this again and at the same time wondering how soon registration for the Mason Half opens and contemplating doing the Full Pig next May.


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HILLSLUG98239 9/8/2013 11:37AM

    Poco? You, sir, have given me the courage to come forward and admit my secret: I love the Little River Band.

Thank you.

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LIV2RIDE 8/19/2013 9:14AM

    Celebrate your accomplishment! you finished and you did more than anyone who is still sitting on the couch. Way to gut it out and finish! Now you know the pain of being under trained, over weight and dehydrated. Don't do it again! Plan and train. emoticon

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