Took part in the Turkey Trot at school today to kick off Thanksgiving Break. It consisted of 12 laps around the grassy field by the playground, which constituted 1 mile (not sure if that's been USATF-certified or not).
In preparing for this event, I knew wardrobe would be essential and set out in search of one of these: http://img.costumecraze.com/images/vendors/eloper/U5502-large.jpg . As with many things unfortunately, I waited till the last minute and was naturally let down by both Walmart AND the Dollar Store. I settled for my "Kenya" singlet, since a race of this caliber should have at least one Kenyan in it.
I knew the elements would be a key factor today, as the field was covered with snow and a fierce wind was blowing, so I made some last minute goal adjustments and kept reminding myself that everyone would be equally effected. The start was a somewhat chaotic affair, with everyone essentially taking off themselves without an official command from the race started. I hit my Garmin and took off undaunted.
I found myself falling behind early, as some 4th graders with championship aspirations set an aggressive early tempo, but reminded myself that patience would win on this day. Slowly, but surely I worked my way up through the field by keeping an even pace and working the tangents as optimally as possible. It was apparent early on that many competitors were clumping together in large packs, clearly in an effort to work together against the formidable wind. I found myself an unwitting participant in this gamesmanship, as many of them seemed to gravitate toward me, even shouting "Mr. L! Mr. L! Come run with me!", undoubtedly to use me as a human shield. Incidentally, I towered over the rest of the field in height, so I was left to fend largely for myself against the elements.
The race went on and fatigue gradually accumulated. I felt like quitting many times, but mentally kept grinding it out. I was sure to stop at the aid station between laps and methodically stretch out the muscles and take in some gels. It was still a very efficient process, as I wasn't losing any ground on my competition. We went into the final laps, and I found myself neck and neck with a very determined 3rd grade girl. The gamesmanship once again took over, as we began trash talking one another for the better part of 3 laps, before she finally relenquished and trotted off-course to fetch her jacket.
I triumphantly broke the tape, helped button a few jackets, and took a few students inside for a victory bathroom run. Overall very pleased with my performance and excited to kick off the winter circuit on a positive note! An excellent scouting opportunity for future XC prospects as well!
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