|Rank||41 of 1680 (Top 2.5%)|
Boulder, once again. 5th year in a row. Every year a PR. What will this year entail?
I started getting more sleep a few days in advance to rest up. I never focused on this before. Always tried to get a great night’s sleep the night of the race. That didn’t work. But what does work is sleeping a lot for 2 or 3 days in advance. Then the night of — you are wired, but it doesn’t matter. The hay is in the barn.
Broke protocol and rode to the race with my neighbor, John. It was nice to have company for once. Normally this is a solo outing for me like most races. He did his best to get me some tunes to pump me up on the way down but admitted he was light on Slipknot and Metallica. No worries. Got there quickly and I found out that John and I have something in common — bathroom breaks pre-race. Although he goes more than I, I did keep going over with him and doing it too. It helped given I never stopped during the race. I usually hit them twice pre-race but John showed me the light with 4-5 visits. That’s my new strategy because it worked.
Met up with Team Escorcia pre-race. Hadn’t seen them since June. Both were running today — Team Fuller would lose that battle but that is cool. Kelly went on to take 2nd for the women! Simon’s recap here.
We got started to warm conditions. They moved the start back an hour from last year. We went out at 9 AM. Probably a great call if its freezing cold like some years. However, it was warm and in the mid 70s at this time — our 70s are hotter than your coastal/plains/midwest 70s. The sun was hot. People were nervous. Not I. I run in this every day. Those that stay inside on the treadmill were in for a treat. However, it had me worried in that I wasn’t carrying water and I would love to drain 30 ounces on the run. I would have to do with a couple cups per aid station. I downed my GU pre-race and we were off.
Mile 1 is wacky. Everyone is sorting out and the course leaves the parking lot and gets off and on to the dirt where 80% of the race is run. This course winds through some backroads of Boulder. Mostly dirt. All washboard. It isn’t the fastest course in the land. As we left the Reservoir, it started — the wind! I am no judge of wind but I heard people saying 20-25 MPH. It was blow your hat off windy. It sucked. I saw my pace slow from 7:00 to 7:20ish and I knew we were in for a treat. Hot and windy. I continued to progress though. Muscled my way through it. Remembered the sage wisdom of Glenn and kept in line behind others. Drafting is legal. I would hang with a pack for a while just to store up and then blast around them and leap to the next group. If I saw a turn coming where the wind would turn from head-on to cross-wind, I would wait it out and then smoke the group after the turn. It was more race strategy than I had ever had to pull out before. I kinda liked it.
I was ticking through the course pretty quickly but the paces where 0:15 off where I wanted to be just after a few miles so I made the call to just back it off and not try and run the race I had planned. Conditions where not there for the big record so let’s just have a solid run and see how it plays out. So I stopped stressing about missing my pace marks every mile. I just hammered when the wind was away and tried to draft and push through it when it wasn’t.
Got to the turnaround in no time. Took a walk through it and downed my 2 cups of water and another GU. It was my marathon strategy used in the half. Get it down and then run. I never lost position through those. Just a little time. Just as I was pulling away from that aid station, I hear someone saying “Go Brandon Fuller!”. Now who could that be? They obviously know me. They are hanging at the far aid station. He has a camera. It is Justin Mock! He tries to tell me that he wants a picture but I need to go in for the handshake. We haven’t ever met in person so I guess it was a fitting first meeting. I shook hands and kept on moving.
Up to the half way point, the course trends uphill. So downhill on the way back. The wind should now be a tailwind — but it wasn’t. It was sort of gone. Taking a break. I figured it would come in handy but it only beat me down and left me to fend for myself. So no wind and feeling good, I cranked down into another gear. I wanted to run 6:XXs back. That was the original plan that the wind had messed up. Let’s see how I can dig into the deficit.
I really started racing at this point. Focusing on the person in front of me and making it my goal to destroy them — OK, I mean pass them. I did this relentlessly for the remainder of the race. To my knowledge, I wasn’t ever passed by anyone. I ran a good comfortable hard the rest of the way. HR only came up a few beats until the last few miles where you have some uphill again and fatigue is setting in. At one point, with 2 miles to go, a spectator told me what place I was in. That was cool. So I started counting every person I passed and decreasing my position by one. It was a fun fun game. Best part of the race.
Until the wind returned. I think it was about 3 miles to go. We crested a hill and the wind was back in our faces. Not as hard but not helping. Afterward, people would curse it — how can it blow both directions? Because it does — happens to me daily on the county roads by my house. I just go with it now.
The finish was brutal. They had changed the course again — 3rd year in a row and made us cut sharp and run along side the field where the cars are parked. Grass. Bumpy grass. Sucked. I wanted to go all out but I kind of was in fear of messing up. So I just held position. As long as the guy in my rearview remained at distance, I would finish here. The next guy up wasn’t worth the catch. So we curved and turned and I crossed the finish with more time on the clock than the goal for the day. But I felt OK with it.
Changed my plans as needed along the way but I had that advice going into this race. I was told by a few running friends that this wasn’t the A Goal race. That is a month from now. Do good but don’t blow the real race. So I took that to heart when the wind didn’t make for the day I had planned. No worries. I am happy with that. Not happy with the time but I am happy with the result. 5 PRs in the half at Boulder in 5 years. Each year I stress — can I do it again? Yes.
Plus, my pace today was nearly the same as my 10 miler 2 weeks ago. So held it out for 3 more miles with more hills and shitty wind. That feels like improvement.
Wondering if there is value in coming back to this race next year. I feel like running a half on pavement somewhere would give me the shot at sub-1:30. I could eventually do it here but it isn’t the course for doing it right now. We will see how my plans for 2010 shape up. Here is a random table I worked up to show how I have improved in this race. Times and places fell each year. In the last column, you see how many miles I ran the year before the race. More miles seems to equal faster times.
Over Previous Year
|Mileage Run in
365 Days Prior
4 weeks till the big dance. Feeling great today. Did a few miles cooldown once I got back home. I think I will stick to the plan and see if I can get 2 more 80 mile weeks in. Then a 50, then another 50 — 26.2 of which might hurt like hell. But during the fast miles today, I kept telling myself — you get to run 30-40 seconds per mile slower than this at Denver. Won’t that be a treat? Think my body bought it? We will see!