#add flavors but dont fuck up the already good formula

[othercrossee]

i feel like pkm would do well if they invest more in family dynamic like brendan and norman, maybe even siblings? thatd be neat

[triathlol]

RACE REPORT -- “THE DREAM” -- 2017 cherry blossom 10 miler

THE INTRO if you don’t want to read the whole thing, at least like the post

After a few years of reading mostly garbage race reports — and telling myself that i should add my own garbage voice to this concert of narcissism —  I’ve decided to finally get in on the action. Yes, try to remain excited. Getting mad about the clickbait that got you here is, at this point, just sour grapes. You’ve already committed. There is no going back.

We all know that my parents, plus the three or four friends I claim to have, really haven’t heard about this race enough, and i’ll be damned if i don’t give the consumers what they want. After all, the “invisible hand” and “market driven forces” are what’s truly behind these words you’re currently reading. I feel compelled to provide this report--no big government takeover necessary.

you dont need a PHD in econ to know that people like writing about themselves more than they like reading about others.

Okay, lets get on with it.

THE PREP an approach based loosely on science

My body is my temple, except that it runs on mostly chipotle, ice cream, and “what IPA’s do you have on draft?” In complete and total acceptance of this fact, my goal for the week leading up to the race was to cut back on the frozen, sugar-infused, dairy-heavy pillar of my diet. This was a wild success (I have literally never been able to pull this off despite trying at least 3 times).

there is no shame in my game. 

The other two pillars continued to bare the weight (shouts to you guys) like champions. By race morning, i was about 3 pounds under my normal training weight, which to me made sense bc that is how much ice cream I eat every week. Confidence from said prep (plus a successful light week of training — 2 swims, a chill AF 4 mile run) was sky-high. Whatever happened during the disaster that was the second half of my brick last Sunday was a distant memory.

THE PREGAME “you wanted to do this, remember?!”

Alarm went off at 0530. At this time, I was reminded, the sun hasn’t even considered coming up yet. Pre-race fuel consisted of a banana, a cookie-dough flavored picky bar, 1 cup of rocket-fuel-strength-coffee, and 2 aleve.

After paying an embarrassing amount of $ for an uber to the race (thanks, WMATA, for continuing to suck to the point where you can no longer open early for this race), i found myself texting fellow competitor “double dinner” Dan Paltiel with basically frozen fingers.

context: we make jokes about things that flywheel instructors yell. basic formula = white girl name + motivational/aggressive line

Not joking--the concrete around the Washington monument had transformed into something resembling dry ice. Also the sun was still not out.

Once Triple-D rolled out of bed and got to the race, we dropped our gear and immediately proceeded to sidestep the 45 minute bathroom line (he deserves all the cred here) for the lawless, clusterfuck that was the area between the two rows of porta-johns. Big government had no effect in this space, and we found a line with literally 2 people. We then found a large tree to block the wind, made a couple more flywheel jokes (so many basic girl names in this race--we couldn’t help ourselves), and then packed in among the “sheeple” in our designated wave.

THE ACTUAL F’ING RACE probably the least interesting portion (which is saying something)

I don’t participate in Black Friday shopping, but I can only imagine that the first few miles of every CU Cherry Blossom 10-Miler has some similar characteristics. It’s a crowded fucking nightmare where everyone is really pissed off and cranky. Like, running in a phone booth-level tight. I was cut off more than a few times, and am sure I was guilty of doing the same. Every year, these guys oversell the concert, and the patrons suffer. But it’s a deal we all make for sweet instagram pics and race times that make us feel like we are real runners. There is no such thing as a free lunch (or a free like).

too slow in the first mile, maybe too fast after.

My self-proclaimed “dream” race was 1:15 (7:30 minutes per mile pace). I had a back and forth with myself (the sign of a true narcissist--cataloging discussions with yourself) as to whether this was realistic, but decided that it wasn’t totally out of the picture. DDD and I weaved our way around traffic to keep up with the 8:00 minute pacers through the memorial bridge, and for the north turn up rock creek parkway, but once we made the turn back south and caught the gale at our backs, the governor came off and I started relatively hauling some ass.

That was the last I saw of Dan until after the race. Nice try, brah (seriously though if he beat me at my own game after hardly training, retirement wasn’t out of the question). Also, worth noting that he ran 1:16 which is fast as shit and I would’ve totally been happy with that number, too. 

The next mile was straight down gale and I rode it--hard (don’t!). The increased pace kind of just stuck from there on out. Miles 4-8 (mentally, what I would consider to be the most challenging) were about 75% downwind. I almost didn’t believe my watch (”oh shiiiii....”) when the splits started coming in under 7:10. While I felt pretty good, I have literally only run 10 miles one other time in my life, so the last few miles were quite opposite of a guarantee. Shot block went down at mile 6, along with some gatorade--the only things that went into my body during the run other than insecurity + self doubt.

“50% chance this is really happening/50% chance im gon’ die”

Speaking of the Hains Point--god daaaaaamn am I sick of this piece of property. I mean, I get why they included it, but riding in DC for a couple years has got me to the point where I know not only every pothole like the back of my hand, but also all of the golf holes at East Potomac Golf Course like the back of my hand. I’m pretty sure I could mock up a decent yardage book for the holes along the road, none of which I’ve ever played.

not even these abrasive watermarks will force me to buy this photo. no shame, remember?

Major props to the fans, volunteers, and musicians all along the course, but especially to those who were out at HP. I’m not sure if that DJ who was off by herself was officially sanctioned, underground, or what, but she was great. Also the drummers around mile 9--you guys continue to crush.

Miles 9 and 10 were a serious slog. The wind was back at us, and everyone was obviously hurting from the last 60 minutes of running. My mile 9 split was surprisingly at pace, but I burned a lot more matches to keep that up. We were in the “audibly moaning” portion of the program by the 15K mark, and pure misery by the small (although it feels like K2 by the time you get there) hill that’s a quarter mile from the finish. Although I was pretty wasted by this point, I told myself that even if I completely crashed I could drag myself the rest of the way while still beating expectations and, crucially, Dan.

Well, thankfully that didn’t happen--I crossed the finish line at 1:14:01. Immediately, in what I can only assume was a last form of protest, my body engaged in a couple very serious dry heaves . There was definitely an “oh shit, im gonna be THAT guy” moment, but it it passed, and I made the next slog (another half mile(!) walk) to the guys with the water. Done.

yo those 8 dudes need to srsly chill. 

THE TAKEAWAYS you made it this far--don’t quit now!

This course couldn’t be any faster, and the weather was what an old coach of mine would describe as “dome like conditions.” Light winds, no humidity, temperatures in the 50s and sunny--literally “no excuse” weather. The chances I get that same gift for any of my triathlons this year is obviously not that great. That all being said, I am super stoked about my first race of the year, and what I can potentially achieve in 2017.

not pictured: jennifer--who’s name is on my bib. thanks jms! 

It’s clear that spending the winter/early spring doing a lot more training on hills, and mixing in some weights has really helped catalzye my improvement without totally overloading my schedule. I’m going to need to continue all of this plus some additional swims/rides for my first tri of the year which is now only 5 weeks away. If I don’t break break 7:30 m/pm on the run there, then I will blame this stupid turbo-charged race for destroying my expectations game. Which, at the end of the day, is the only one worth playing.

your moment of zen courtesy of HANNAH F’ING TRUSLOW. thanks for reading--more to come soon -R

[mychillpill1]

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