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Hypothermic Half Marathon 2012 Race Report

Posted Feb 26 2012 7:50pm
And you, you look like heaven An angel who stepped from a dream777 times lovelier than anything I've ever seen.The rest of life pales in significanceI'm looking for somebody with whom to danceWith whom to dance? With whom to dance?I'm looking for somebody with whom to dance.

The Magnetic Field, With Whom To Dance , Get Lost

Another hypo, number 4, or is it 5? ... no matter, it was a good one, a hypo-pb for me and that feels smart. Makes up for the disappointing dnf in 2009.  In life there's balance and its a good thing.  It was the wind from the north-east that brought the temperature down to a minus 22 or so.. yup, cut-like-a-knife nasty wind, but only outbound, homebound the wind was at our backs (mostly). The wind also brought fresh snow that made the footing slippery and unpredictable, but we've run in worse, way worse.  

As we looped the parking lot outbound I considered pulling out. It just didn't feel right. I was thinking of walking back to my car, still warm, and heading home to bed.  I felt heavy and my normal race-spirit was missing. My right quad was plank-ish from yesterday's massage. It came down to a split second decision ... turn left to the course or right to the car. Left won but it was close. Mind over matter as Melissa says... the mind runs the race, the body is just the vessel that we use to dance forward toward the line.

I fell into stride resisting the urge to pull ahead, I tried to lock into a 9:30 pace thinking a negative split was needed for a sub 2. My legs wanted to go faster, it was demanding an 8:00 - 8:30 pace, but my mind slowed the body whenever it drifted away from the 9-mark. I found my stride and my spirit lifted and I felt the strength returning to my heart and bones. I was confident in my stride and my pace was sustainable, head up, core strong, arms pumping "hi ho" style as Connie would say with a smile (she has such a lovely smile don't you think?). 

At mile 5-ish a couple of runners approached me from behind on a corner. They passed me without warning and one of them, a very large man, cut me off as we rounded the corner. And then his elbow swinging running-style  jabbed me in the face. It was not intentional but I did call out my objection -sort of loudly- to being cut off and jabbed in the face. I asked for a little "courtesy on the course" to which he apologized. I knew he felt bad. I passed them about three minutes later thinking "if you're going to pass me... pass me and stay ahead of me!  I saw him cross the finish line and he apologized a second time, more earnestly than the first. I shook his hand and squeezed his shoulder. The fact that he sought me out to apologize a second time -in the runners chute no less- made me think that maybe, just maybe, I over reacted.  

David Ranta was in volunteering about 1k from the finish line.  As I approached him, he said to me calmly "I think you're going to get your sub-2 Mike. Keep it up."   It was all that I needed to push forward and soar to the line, that beautiful line, the line in the sand as George Carlin said.  I owe my gratitude to David for he was there when I really needed him and he said just the right words in just the right tone.  Thank you David.
So friends, another race to prove we can, another slow dance to show we are human, and another line that we cross gracefully and with purpose... the line in the sand that we cross with heart pumping, face glowing.
Oh my, oh my oh my... it's a beautiful day to be alive.

Go  here  for race results. 
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