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On Thursday I races the Cigna Elliot 5 km road race in Manchester NH again. I’m not sure how many times I have raced it, but I have been going since at least 1995, though I missed most of 1998-2005…
Anyway, the race is usually dominated by a literal busload of Ethiopian, Kenyan, and occasionally Moroccan runners based out of New York, but there is still a chance of prize money because they pay $250 to every runner under 14:50. I have done this twice, once by six seconds, once by about half a second. Given my season so far, my early goal of a PR (14:43 or better) seemed like a stretch but I thought I could make some money. There is also a $100 bonus to the fastest NH runner, an honor I have achieved three times.
At the start line it seemed this goal would be easier. There were only four Africans there, two men and two women. Making money by being in the top five seemed possible.
At the gun Abiyot Worku took the early lead, with Brian Harvey (a grad student I have been racing for at least four years) in his draft. And with the strong headwind the draft meant something. Within a few hundred yards I was starting to drift behind them and ended up drafting Abu Kebede. We were losing time on the two leaders but gaining time on the field, as the wind seemed to keep back the usual pack of fast starters.
After leading me for about 500 meters, Kebede suddenly pulled aside and made me lead. At fifty pounds more than Kebede, I imagine I offered him a far better draft that he gave me. I only lasted about 400 meters before asking him to lead again, and I drafted about another 400 meters…just before the mile mark (4:52) he as starting to fade again and I retook the lead.
In retrospect this might have been a mistake, but Harvey had been dropped and as we continued into the wind I thought I was catching him a bit. At about a mile and a quarter there is a sharp left turn out of the wind, and I continued to lead Kebede through this corner, not really gaining on Harvey but not losing anything either.
With the wind no longer an issue there seemed to reason to ask Kebede to lead, and he was content to draft me. We went through two miles in 9:32, and I kept ahead of him down the minor hill at this point.
Over the last mile Kebede seemed to slow a couple times, and I made three separate surges to try to gain a permanent advantage. On the second surge I think I had a very small gap, but he rallied to catch back up and I was unable to shake him.
As we rounded the final turn and approached three miles, I tried very hard to find some sprint in my legs. I wasn’t very successful, and with 150 meters to go Kebede easily kicked past me, opening up a gap of two seconds. I finished in 14:57, not quite the time I was hoping for, but solid nonetheless, and I believe 4th place plus first NH finisher is worth four hundred dollars, so it is hard not to be satisfied with the day.

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I guess I have been too busy spending time with my family and sneaking out for the occasional race to keep the blog updated, so I will have to do four race reports in one. A week after Mount Washington I raced the Tilton-Northfield 5 km, winning easily in about 15:40. This is a solid time, but not quite as fast as my best, which has been a theme this summer.
Next up was the Woodstock VT 7.2 miler on the Fourth of July. Again I won comfortably, and again I ran a solid time, 39:26, but well off my best (which is probably in the archives of the blog somewhere, maybe 40 seconds faster).
I didn’t race for much of July, with fun obligations on the weekends, but my training was solid: over 80 miles and at least two solid intensity sessions each week. I went into the Yankee Homecoming race in Newburyport thinking I had an outside chance of setting a PR. I ran solid for six or seven miles, battling it out with Brandon Newbould. Around seven miles we caught up with the runner in 3rd place, who had gone out way too fast. We started to gap him, but he rallied and then he and Brandon pulled away from me. They both ran times near my best, and I stumble across the line 30 seconds later in 52:53. Not bad for 10 miles, but not quite what I hoped for.
I had a fourth race in the same vein this weekend. I raced the Bridge of Flowers 10 km for sixth or seventh time. My best time on the course (32:06 – which is quite fast given the huge hill) would have won last year, and I thought I had the fitness to achieve that time. I executed well for the first four miles; I was five seconds behind the two Kenyans who were leading at two miles, I let them open up to about 15 seconds on the first half of the hill, and then I ran hard on the last stretches of the hill and over the top to be within seven seconds at three miles. On the screaming-fast fourth mile I ran around 4:45 to maintain my position, but on mile five I fell apart, running about 5:08 and giving up 20 seconds. I rallied in the last mile, going under five minutes and losing negligible time, but the damage was done and I finished in 32:28, a little over 30 seconds out.
Overall, this seems to be the second-best running season of my life, which is no small feat at age 37. But given how well training has gone, and given how fast I was coming into the season, I am starting to fear that I may never match the running prowess I had three years ago, and that my age is actually becoming a limiting factor in my fitness. In four days I have a 5 km race. We’ll see what happens there.

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Yesterday I ran the Mount Washington race for the fifth year in a row. I went in feeling strong; I thought I had a good chance to run my best time ever, possible taking my record from 66:28 to sub-65:00. I also, based on results sheets, thought that I should have the Crossan Cup for the fastest New Hampshire pretty well wrapped up, so that there was no reason not to be bold in going for that record.

The race started well enough. At the start line, the started told us that the race would start with the cannon. Then he paused for a beat, as if he were about to give more instructions–and then the cannon went off. There was an extra jolt of adrenaline as people tried to react, and I found myself leading the race 50 meters in. As we came to the actual climb 100 meters later, I allowed a pack of nine to form ahead of me, and was running at the front of a small chase pack.

I have never been the kind of runner who hits his watch mid-race to collect splits. In most races I can remember them, and in others it doesn’t seem to matter, but at Mount Washington I am often curious about my splits but never can keep them straight. But I think my first two miles were a little slower than they should have been. By the one mile mark a few runners had fallen off of the lead pack and I was running in a group of three (fighting for eighth place) and watching 6th and 7th place not so far ahead of me. Not much changed for the next two and a half miles. I went through the halfway point in around 31 minutes, possibly on pace of 65:00 but suddenly feeling very tired. I let the two runners I was with go and suffered for the next mile. At five miles Zach Caldwell gave me a feed. He was helpful and supportive, and the calories definitely helped, because I started running a little better.
Somewhere in there I realized that Brandon Newbould had closed to only about 20 second back from me. My first reaction was despair–I didn’t think I had much left. Then I thought I should go hard for a few minutes to bluff. Then I figured he wouldn’t even notice, that he just had his head down and was trying to run up the hill, and I did the same.
Around a mile to go–as I often do–I got an extra surge of energy. I was still mostly running away from Brandon but I started catching up to Dan Princic as well. Will less than I minute to go I surged past him. He said “Well played,” but didn’t otherwise respond. I had to sprint up the final climb (a bit of a contradiction, but extremely painful nonetheless) to make sure I stayed ahead of him. I almost caught the 8th place finisher in the process, but settled for 9th place, in 66:29, one second slower than three years ago.
After the race, with a winter hat, pants, gloves, and three layers on top I started down with Kris (15th, three minutes behind me) to look for our father, who was running his first Mount Washington in 20 years. It was so cold that we ended up huddled out of the wind on some warm rocks. Fortunately he had a good day, finishing in 1:43:00 and first of 33 runners in his age group. As soon as he was past we went back and took shelter in the car.

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I have been busy with my daughters over the past couple of weeks, and that doesn’t seem likely to change, but I thought I would write a quick update on my racing, at least. Last Sunday, Fathers’ Day, I ran the Ribfest 5 Miler in Merrimack, NH. I was hoping to set a PR…which basically means breaking 25 flat (why this is “basically” true is a story for another time). With a very strong field lined up at the start (this was a USATF-NE Grand Prix event) it seemed I was set up to be pulled to a good time.
Unfortunately, the weather had different ideas. After a potentially frantic but remarkably calm 180 degree turn 150 meters into the race, followed by a short climb, we started north on route 3. There was a headwind of at least 10 miles per hour, with stronger gusts. Route 3 is many lanes wide so we were getting the full force of the wind with no trees to mitigate it. The lead group of about 10 runners bunched together, and the first two miles felt remarkably like a bike race, with the stronger runners taking turns pulling at the front. We went through 2 miles in a tight bunch at 10:07. At this point there was a stretch of minor road with little wind and the racing really began. Jeff Viega, Brian Harvey, and Nate Jenkins were quickly off the front and gained 20 seconds on me by mile 3, which I hit in 15:09 in 8th place. Through the fourth mile I passed two runners and gained on 4th and 5th place (while also gapping the rest of the field), but even though it was downhill with the wind I hit 4 miles in 20:14 (perhaps the markers were not perfectly accurate?) I pushed hard to finish in 6th place at 25:09, a very solid effort for me given the conditions and competition.

Since I am blogging, I should mention that I ran the Wachusett Mountain race a couple weeks ago. This was a 5 km up Mt Wachusett followed immediately by a 5 km back down. I went in thinking that based on the names on the result sheet from last year and their times that I had a good chance to win. That was my primary goal, and I figured to achieve this I would need a gap at the top of the course and to run faster than last year’s winning time. I managed both secondary goals, holding a 10+ second lead at the top of the climb and then running a series of miles in well under 5 minute pace to finish in 35:43, 7 seconds under last year’s winning time. Unfortunately about 500 meters into the downhill Eric MacKnight came flying by me and put 50 seconds on me by the time we were done.

Anyway, two solid races, and I feel good heading into Mount Washington this Saturday. Sometime in the next three weeks I will write the report on that race :-)

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Yes, this is the kind of blog post title that is just begging to be mocked on the next nordic ski humor/satire/news site, but since being mocked on such sites seems to be my niche, I might as well go with it. Anyway, I ran my favorite 4 times 2 miles in level 3-ish workout today. I can never remember my times year to year, and fast times suggest just as much that I was out of level than that I am fit, so it doesn’t matter. I do know that I have rarely managed to go faster on the second two intervals than on the first two, no matter how slow I start or fast I finish, so this felt good: 11:45 (up) – 10:55 (down) – 11:27 (up) – 10:45 (down). I was working the downhills a bit more than usual as I will be running the Wachusett Mountain 10 km this weekend: 5 km of 7.5% climb followed by 5 km of 7.5% descent. We’ll see how that goes.

Oh–if you’ve read this far you might want to note that I added a second recipe to that portion of the web page.

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Have to pause and actually make a blog post after reading this article about myself. What I like this the links to five year old blog posts. Somebody has done their homework.
And I must admit, when I am digging deep in level four intervals, I am sometimes in the midst of a comeback and then some that has me contending for the win in a World Cup (though even in these fantasies there are extenuating circumstances like reduced field size and tricky waxing…). And I certainly did enjoy finding my name ahead of Patrick Caldwell’s on the results sheet one time this winter. It is not unreasonable to argue that getting beat more than once in a fair race by an 8-years-retired father-of-two schoolteacher should be grounds for getting cut from just about any team…but by that standard there wouldn’t be a lot of aspiring skiers left in the East.
Not sure when I next race (definitely have three races coming in June, but May schedule is crazy). This week had two good days on the track: 4 by (2 times 200 (200 rec) at 33, 1 times 800 (400 rec) at 2:20) and three days later five times a mile at 5:15 (actually the last one at 5:12) with one minute recovery between miles. Historically those are solid workouts for me in May. Some level three on the roads is coming soon.

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I never reported on the last day of the Craftsbury Spring Tour–I had the fourth fastest split (or fifth if you count Russell Currier, who did not race the tour but jumped in the pursuit and skied to a convincing second). I actually had a good look at second place overall (maybe 20-25 seconds ahead) around 10 km in, and at about that time I briefly held sixth place, but I faded in the first lap and was not able to finish better than seventh. Which still isn’t bad for a full-time teacher and father.

I had lower ambitions and expectations for my race this weekend. I have run about 150 miles since January, and the only fast thing I had done since November was five times 150 meter speeds on Saturday, the day before my first race. But my team needed me, so I was on the start line for the An Ras Mor 5 km yesterday morning. I thought that 15:50 was a reasonable, if ambitious goal, and as such I really didn’t want to go out faster than 5:05. But at one miles I was 4:59. I thought I was fading a bit in the second mile, but I hit that in 9:58. I couldn’t explain why I could still run that fast, but there I was. I was nervous about attacking, even though I was a few seconds from the top 10, but I pushed a little harder than I thought was wise in order to stay in contact. Over the last 500 meters I tried to make a move, but I was swiftly reminded that I might be able to hold an impressive pace, but that developing a kick requires some actual time on the track, and so I coasted across the line in 13th place, 15:28. Hopefully this is a sign of good things to come this running season!

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I am finishing my season once again with the 3 day mini-tour at Craftsbury. It is a nice way to end the season, since it is a race I try really hard in but that many skiers don’t seem to care as much about (although I did overhear one Darmouth skier who cares enough to say “I can’t believe I got beat by Justin Freeman!”). I was seventh on the first day, in the classic prologue. I followed that up today with 15th in the sprint qualifier (I had a good pair of zero skis–haven’t touched them since I put travel wax on 13 months ago) and ended up 17th on the day. I was 1.26 seconds from making it into the semifinals as a lucky loser. I think I could have done it, too, if I had been smarter tactically…
Anyway, unless I miscalculated I will start tomorrow’s pursuit in bib 11 and I will be aiming to duplicate last year’s top five finish–something I think I can do. We’ll see…

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I raced the Cheri Walsh Memorial race at Holderness today. I have a few ski areas I could call my home course–I trained at Rumford in college, and have raced there often enough to call Black Mountain my home course. I have been skiing at Waterville Valley (whose race I could not attend due to having to teach on Saturdays) since before I can remember, and I have raced enough times at both Craftsbury and Trapp Family Lodge that it is tempting to call these home courses as well. But I teach just 15 minutes down the road from Holderness School, and once or twice a week, every week, each of the last eight winters, I have skied there. (In addition to dozens of races and many other training sessions in my youth). Just this week, I skied the race loop a total of seven times over two days (not counting my warm-up this morning). So while I feel quite at home at a number of ski areas, there is no course I know better than the one I raced on today at Holderness.
I don’t know if that is why I had such a big win there today–almost a minute and a half over second place. I have raced well there before–I have won two other classic technique Eastern Cups at Holderness in the past several years, and the best race of my high school career was a fifth place in the junior division at the Cheri Walsh race is 1994.
I was helped by good skis–I got some help from Maine Winter Sport Center’s Welly Ramsey (actually, he probably helped me more by not racing than by waxing my skis for me, but he did a great job on wax!), but I just felt really good. I passed more than half of the skiers who started ahead of me…I skied the climbs well, powered through the corners, and generally had a great day of ski racing. It makes me a little sad that I won’t get to race again for three weeks, but that also means I get three weeks of knowing that I won the last race I entered…

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For Kris, that is. Though I am proud to say that I am, based on the qualifying list, the 42nd best ranked skier not named to the team. Not bad for someone so old and washed up that my continuing to blog demands ridiculing me on Johnny Klister.
Anyway, today I met Kris at Waterville Valley to help him with his interval workout. We were classic skiing up Tripoli Road. For Kris, the idea was to ski at the high end of level three for six minutes, then hammer for four minutes. For me, the idea was to take the 30 second head start he gave me and try to cling to some kind of lead for as long as I could.
We started the first interval at the very bottom of the road. I held Kris off for almost nine minutes (8:30 for him), but he caught me near to top of the last steep section. At this point I collapsed mentally, literally stopping in the trail for a few seconds and then limping to the finish.
We chose to move the start up a little on the next two intervals, so that Kris could finish on a double-pole section. I was actually stronger on the second interval, not getting caught till about 9:20. I was relieved to be caught–I didn’t think I could hold it together much longer. I think I hung on my poles for 20 seconds before skiing to the end in level 2.
On the final interval, I thought I was moving well, hitting points on the trail in about the same time I just had. But by 8 minutes, Kris had caught me. I attempted to stay with him for a few seconds by accelerating to a full sprint. I did speed up a lot, but not enough to stop him from dropping me like a rock. When I realized how much faster he was, I slowed to a crawl, and limped to the top about three minutes back.
Despite being much slower than my brother, I did feel that this was a promising workout for me. I skied solid technically, and I held my pace despite going out quite hard. And while “much faster than me” is not necessarily all that good, Kris looked powerful and in control as he accelerated past me three separate times. We will know in a week and a half if he is actually fast…

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