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This One’s For Paddy

Paddy Caldwell asked me today if I would blog about the weekend’s races, so I figured it was time to write something. Apparently I still have fans.
Anyway, I headed up to Rumford yesterday to race in the Bates Carnival. I was the only non-college racer to enter (I believe that between three and six slots are reserved for guest racers), so the majority of the other racers were born while I was in college, and the rest while I was in high school.
Friday was a 20 km classic mass start. An interesting fact that I will note here is that World Cup mass starts feature the third most aggressive fields in the world. Second are Eastern Cups, and first are Eastern college carnival races (World Loppets generally have very wide starts, so at least near the front they aren’t bad. SuperTour races are definitely calmer than any of the top three, as are OPA cups and Canadian NorAms.)
What this means is that the experience of starting in the second row of a 100 racer college carnival is not a fun experience for someone with as little starting speed as me (you might suggest that I have had a lot more time to work on this than my competition, and you might be right, but it doesn’t change the facts). I was is bib 14, but I was probably in about 40th place at 1.5 km. Once we started climbing it wasn’t too hard to get into the top 20, and after the first trip up High School Hill I was near the back of a lead group of 14.
I was feeling pretty good until about 7 km, when a snow squall blew in. It dumped over an inch of snow over the course of the next lap. I had been a little nervous and put one too many layers of wax on, so the fresh powder made my skis painfully, absurdly, and comically slow. The others in the lead group were affected as well, but the slowness of their skis only required two adverbs to properly express it. I found myself falling a little off the back of a pack on nine on the downs, and having to work hard to catch up on the climbs.
Meanwhile, Colin Abbot of Carleton University had the best skis in the bunch, and escaped off the front. Around the time the snow ended, I made a weak attempt at a move around the outside of the group. It didn’t accomplish anything, but a couple of skiers decided to attack, including Paddy Caldwell, who bridged the gap to Abbot. Meanwhile, the chase pack started to split up and to drop me.
The third time up High School Hill I was still in contact, and I think even through the stadium I was more or less on the tail end of the chase group. While my skis were never fast (and as my own wax tech I have no one else to blame), they were responsibly for maybe 5-10 of the 60 seconds I lost over the course of the last lap. I crossed the line in 10th.
Saturday was a shorter race (and a shorter description, I promise). I had great skis, as did almost everyone: it’s hard to mess up waxing for a skate race on cold, dry snow. I went out very hard on the downhill, and skied pretty effectively on the early hills of the skate loop. I skied deliberately up the early parts of High School Hill, and pushed well over the top, dropping the skiers I had been with. I came into the stadium feeling pretty good until I saw Paddy Caldwell leaving it. I glanced twice at my watch to determine that he had put 36 seconds into me in the first lap.
I was a bit depressed by I kept hammering. According to the official splits I actually slipped a spot during the second lap, but I felt like I was skiing well. I held technique pretty well, and I certainly gave it everything I had. I crossed the line in ninth place, way behind Paddy but only 35 seconds out of second place.
All in all it was a solid weekend of racing. Hopefully next weekend will be even better!

8th on my 38th

Last Sunday I raced the Craftsbury Opener. It was my fifth day on snow – and I actually had a three hour overdistance workout under my belt by then. Plus I even did some good rollerski skate intervals a week and a half before – and two core strength workouts! So with all this training, plus being only 30 seconds behind my brother on Mt Moosilauke I was a bit surprised not to win the race. Okay, not really. But I was racing on my 38th birthday, making me a solid 15 years ahead of the other contenders (they even started me at the end of the field with the other master skiers), and the training described above shouldn’t have me in particularly good shape yet, so I was actually happy. And when I realized – not that I am obsessive or anything – that this would have been about…

Intervals with Kris

I ran intervals with Kris today. It was a good workout – 6 times 1 mile on the track near my house, in the rain. Kris was taking long (5 minute) recoveries, and while I have not been too focused on running fitness lately, I am still quite fit. Kris’s goal was to run 5 times 4:59 and then see what he could do. I acted as pacesetter, and while I was occasionally a second fast or slow on a lap, I brought the first four through exactly on pace, and Kris was on pace for three, but on the fourth he fell behind, finishing in about 5:08. We discussed what to do, and decided that I would pace him for 5:08 on the fifth one. I was right on, and Kris stuck to me like glue. He wanted to do one more – I agreed to pace him halfway….

Lone Gull 10 km

Five years ago I ran a PR at the Lone Gull 10 km in Gloucester. I matched this time (31:36) three years ago at the James Joyce 10 km. Seventeen years ago, on the Tufts University track, I ran my fastest 10,000 m, in a time of 31:21. Last year, despite a lackluster season, I went into Lone Gull hoping to set a PR, but missed by about 17 seconds. I knew I was running better this year, but signs were not good. I was on duty in the dorm, so I had to stay up past midnight the night before and then get up at 5:45 AM. Then I was tired and sluggish getting ready, so I didn’t arrive with as much time to warm up as I hoped. And then it was noticeably windy (yes, again – other people commented on it too). And while I didn’t know…

Racing for Place

I almost called this post Racing in Vermont, but I think what my last two races really have in common is racing for position rather than time. This tends to be hard for me – patience has never been my strong suit, but with practice maybe it can be. My plan at Race to the Top of Vermont was to hope that Eric Blake was too tired/happy after his solid race to want to race, and then to draft Josh Ferenc for three and a half miles before attacking near the top. The first part worked, but those that clicked on the link above will know that Josh has been prepping for a 59 km race in Columbia and so was unavailable to race up Mt Mansfield. This left me thinking it could be an easy day. Still, I tried to run contained. I sat up the steep first pitch,…

Cigna 5 km

On Thursday I raced 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….

Summer Racing

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…

Mount Washington

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…

Race Reports

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…

Negative Splits of a Level Three Workout

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…