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SuperTour

I drove up to Craftsbury this morning to race in the 30 km classic mass start SuperTour race. It was a small race – just 33 entrants, but a fairly strong field, headed by my brother.
After two weekends of college racing the start was refreshingly mellow. We went out for a couple kilometers and everything was pretty easy. I had asked Zach Caldwell for skis with killer kick even if it cost me on glide, and he delivered; while I think he was a bit disappointed in the less than perfect glide on my skis, I had incredible kick the whole time, even when my technique went near the end of the race.
But this did put be a little behind the lead group as we started up the hill on Ruthie’s. I caught the group remarkably quickly, and was surprised to find myself sitting in 11th place at 6 km, just off the back of the lead group. Over the next 13 kilometers, I pretty much sat in 11th, sometimes in the lead group, sometimes five seconds back. At 19 km I looked ahead and noticed two things: one, my brother was leading for the first time, and two, I could not keep up any more. I was a good 10 seconds off the pack as we came through for the lap at 20 km, and losing ground all the time. I thought I might have a long slog by myself (especially challenging in the light snow that was falling) but Gordon Vermeer fell off the back of the pack a minute later. He had about 15 seconds on me at that point, but over the course of 4 kilometers I slowly caught up to him. I made the decision to lead down Ruthie’s as I was a bit worried about my ski speed, and then I let him lead the double-pole section. With a kilometer to go I switched lanes and tried to attack, but nothing happened. I fell in behind him, then had better technique at the top of the last big hill to open a tiny gap. He got me back on the downhill, and then I took the lead on the gradual climb toward the finish. I was still ahead at 100 meters to go, and I really thought I could hold on, but he ended up nipping me by 0.4 seconds.
Anyway, it was a good day for me, just under 2 minutes back from my brother.

More Intervals with Kris

About a year ago I posted about classic intervals up Tripoli Road (pronounced “Triple-Eye” by a majority of locals, in case you are curious), where Kris gave me a 30 second head start and then chased me down. He apparently enjoyed it, so this week we returned and tried it skating. Last year, as best I can remember, Kris was theoretically in level three for the early parts of his intervals and only hitting race pace late. This year, he was race pace early and above race pace at the end. And whether on not that is true, I am sticking with that story because otherwise I have lost too much fitness in the last 12 months. Last year, I held him off for over 8 minutes each time. This year, he caught be at about 7:15 (6:45 for him) on the first interval, 7:10 on the second, 7:00 on…

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…

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…