Last weekend was my first race back after taking a few weeks off from training. That first race back, the ever lovingly dubbed “rust buster” is always a mystery. You never know for sure how the body will respond to such a hard effort without the calluses built up over a season of races and workouts. I arrived in Providence, RI for the US 5k road Championships the returning champion, but with claims of a “deeper, more challenging field” I was anything but the favorite. This was actually a relief, allowing me to take a laid back, nonchalant approach to the race. The evening before the race I toured the newly minted course with a few eager high schoolers who bounced and fluttered about. I had to tell them many times to slow down as they sped through the city dropping me at every corner. It was fun having my own escort for a run. Rarely do I get the pleasure of running with other people, and rarer still, my repetitive pleas for a slower pace. But they were happy to oblige and trot beside me on my plodding shakeout. The race the next day played out ever so nicely in my favor. A slow early pace meant my early season “fitness” was still intact and I was able to vie for the win. Crossing the finish and becoming only the second man to ever successfully defend his title, showed we are still on the right path. The bad luck and hiccups of yesteryear are now in the past. What happened happened, what is done is done, and taking things one step at a time, I will use the ashes to build the future and move forth. And this year? It was able to take a great first step.
Until next time,
|A close battle to the end, but I was able to break the tape first|
|The podium: Andrew Bumbalough, Robert Cheseret and me|
|I don't know what to do with my hands|