This was a major blow to an event that attracts 200,000 athletes and visitors from 80 countries annually. There has been some major debate as to whether these steps were necessary for the 31 year-old event and it may have been a bit of an overreaction, but my opinion means jack squat. I can't imagine being one of the thousands of athletes diverted upon arriving at John Glenn International Airport and forced to go through mandatory Coronavirus testing.
It does make it weird to be around Columbus in mid-March and not see an overwhelming hoard of folks conglomerating at the Greater Columbus Convention Center. The area businesses which typically make a good portion of their yearly income on the event will also suffer a bit, but I digress - it is better to be safe than sorry - I guess. Jokingly, I thought the helter-skelter weather would kill whatever bug that may be going around as it will be nearly 60 one day - then 30 and snow the next as spring struggles to fully awaken from months of hibernation.
Anyway, the Arnold 5k is part of the festival week and it - luckily - made it through the outbreak checklist unscathed and would continue on Sunday. It would, though, follow a different route than in previous years. Still gunning for that sub 18:00 5k, maybe a change of scenery would be of assistance. And L, training for her first half marathon (the Athens Ohio Half Marathon) in April, would take part in the Der Wolfsrudel Lauf Trail Series taking place in nearby Delaware State Park on Saturday, then again in April at nearby Alum Creek State Park.
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With full sun and a slight breeze, the 36 degree temperature was comfortable. Loitering around the starting area, this dude walks over, "You are Craig, right?". "I am", I reply. He, Brian, goes on to say he was the one I narrowly beat in January as I found the last of the energy I had remaining to kick it up a notch in the last 100 meters. An injury last May had put him out for a while and he had just started running again in December. With that I figured he would make sure to finish ahead of me on this day.
At the gun a group took off like they were shot out of a cannon and I was in no mood to attempt to keep even a portion of that pace. I stayed within myself and hung behind a couple of others who looked like they may know what they were doing. The going was relatively easy, but we did have a nice head wind as we traveled down the long southbound straight stretch on Front Street.
Nearing mile one the couple of guys just ahead are falling back a bit, but then suddenly Brian drifts by and I'm at 5:44. I pass the two guys directly in front who apparently went out a bit too fast and attempt to have Brian pull me along, but he seems to get a little further ahead every so often. We turn to go back north and I notice Brian is asking race security for confirmation on the race route as we make a couple of turns - this, for the time being, is keeping him from getting further way. He is soon out of reach and the wind is at our backs.
At mile two (5:50) all is silent until I pass under a pedestrian bridge and glance to see L throwing out
some encouragement as the incline battle begins. Turning right onto Spring Street and I hear distance footsteps. Moments later I'm passed by a dude who is reeling in the distant Brian at the same spot where I was holding Brian off about six weeks ago.
Mile two, all alone |
Conversing with other finishers, we find Brian's watch indicates a full 3.1 mile course. Though, the rest of us are seeing length of three miles or less. Whether it was short or not, I did at least keep a more consistent pace than I have in the past. Before heading home L & I swung by Katalina's for breakfast. The rest of the day was spent preparing the garden for near future planting followed by lighting the fire pit for the the first time in 2020.
Oh, and as for L in the Der Wolfsrudel Lauf Trail Series 12k the day before she placed twelfth overall on the river of mud course in 1:14:09. It may not have been the most ideal race, but was a great way to prepare for her first half marathon coming up next month. Her shoes sat on the patio to bake in the rest of the weekend sun in order to more easily remove them from their mud cocoon.
The one portion of the course not totally mud. |
I, too, was confused as to why one would set out cups next to a refreshment jug only to fill them with a snack? This isn't preschool, get the competitors some damn water! She did survive, but many folks were disappointed to find they had to stop and fill up their own cup for liquid refreshment while race officials danced around yelling encouragement through a megaphone while dressed in hippo costumes and blaring horribly recorded tunes by a random cover band. Overall, though, it was a good event, but could have been much better and L didn't let it phase her - she did extremely well.
With that said, we have started scheduling races around vacations and vice versa for the better part of the year. Some of those have her being the spectator as I run, others have me playing the part as observer while she grinds it out and some have the both of us running ourselves silly. There are those folk who find this to be weird, but for us...it is simply a daily routine...
this is my
daily routine
spend my
hours on computer screen
I lay around
for a while
get feeling
like I’m supposed to be
I love the
daily routine
take care of
my basic needs
I have a
daily routine
I thought it
looked better inside a dream
come on and
hit me in the head real hard
I haven’t
hurt myself quite enough so far
save me I
don’t wanna think
crunch
crunch I’m feeling pink
this is my
daily routine
I wonder
what it’s like to be feeling clean
guess I
should probably know
it’s
something I’ve already seen
come on and
listen to me cry for help
‘cause
sometimes I feel like I wanna kill myself
if I took a
trip back in time
would the
days still seem to feel so unkind
I’m in
prison but I think this place was built by me
come on and
show me how I’m supposed to live like I’m supposed to be
I see the
people who spend their lives in a worthwhile shine
I’m laying
down spending my life on wasting time
Photos
Photos
L, celebrating a muddy finish! |
L's aftermath |
The exact moment L throw's the trail mix masquerading as water. |
Finishing |
Brian in the white on the left, I'm in the middle |
Can't complain. |
Sunday afternoon's garden preparation |