Finally, I get to take a break and relax. The past few days have been nonstop travel and excitement, and it’s about time to sit back and begin to recover. It all started on Thursday afternoon. I had just finished running a workout on the Dartmouth track and about to jump into the shower when I received a phone call stating that a spot had just opened in the Prefontaine Classic 5km, an illustrious race with the fastest field ever assembled on U.S. soil, that was mine if I wanted it. The catch? The race was in less than 44 hours and on the other side of the country. I quickly packed a carry-on, jumped into a car and drove the 130 miles to Boston to catch the last flight out to the west coast. Exhausted, I landed in Portland, OR at 10:30pm and proceeded to hop on a shuttle and drive down to Eugene, finally laying my head down to rest at 2am PT. The rest of Friday went by in a blur of jet-lag and the sense of “what just happened.” I did manage to get in a short three mile jog and a few strides to help ease the legs, but it was mostly spent laying in bed and trying to conserve as much energy as possible. The next day was game day. In a field marked by numerous Olympic and World Championship medalists, I entered the race with the worse race credentials. Trying not to let that damper my nerves, nor the fact that race was rumored to be paced for a 12:50 5k, I knew as long as I relaxed and settled in, I could run a very fast time.
Until next time,