Whiteface Running Race June 2009
Instead of getting the adrenaline rush of starting a race up my favorite mountain on a road I consider my driveway. Contesting a race that has been the sole focus of all my summer and fall suffering. Arace that I have been trying to figure a a way to get to the start line for the last 8 weeks. It is true that 50% of Winning is starting the race.
This morning I am relegated to continued training on the Skatemill on the “Virtual Whiteface” aka the “Punisher” at the Center for Success.
Luckily the worst fate that awaits me today is that I will not be able to defend my title as Winner of this race.
Having the race midweek unfortunately makes it very hard to attend. It was not possible to get the day off at work this year. Last year I was on an Active Duty Deployment in Boston and I convinced my Commander to let me take a leave day to race it was on a Monday. The first race was held on a weekend or I probably would not have won it at all. It actually probably makes it near impossible for other working Stiff’s, and High School and College Students.
Realizing that as incredulous as it sounds that I had fallen victim to a Nefarious plot to stop me from racing. 20 years prior when I contested Continental Cup Ski Races the Coaches and Athletes were screaming do not get beat by the Biathlete. Now the mantra is do not get beat by that old master biathlete who should be working rather then trying to race against younger stronger fitter skiers.
Anonymous sources close to the decision to hold a Week Day race versus a Weekend Race have indicated that it is John Farra who is behind this decision. Would it be possible that he still holds a grudge against me from when I would not let him eat ice cream before going to bed when I was babysitting him.
This year I tried to get the day off. That was not in the cards. So I arranged to take call today which I work from 5pm till 7am. The thought was that I would drive, get flown up by a friend, or charter a plane to Lake Placid after the workday was over on Tuesday. Race in am and head 268 miles back to Rochester in order to work the whole night.
This was a plan for failure if not then maybe 2 weeks down the line when I toe the line for the next series of Biathlon Races in Utah.
The new motto is Train for Success not Train to Failure .
So even last night I had to resist the strong urge to continue driving to Lake Placid instead of heading home disappointed that I am no tracing this am.
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