I missed this one last year, and
really ended up regretting it. I did a run up Great Falls way with
the ever annoying Lucy Helena, whose favorite pasttime was making me
late for races so I couldn't get stretched out properly, and arguing
with me about what to wear for races. However, no such problems this
time, as I get to pick up the packet at Tread
Lightly, and get ready for the Big
Dipper Last Chance Half Marathon. I see that the shirts are way
cool Sporthill shirts (everyone is ordering those these days), and I
get the standard Hammer
Nutrition pamphlets. I also get another Hammer gel to add to my
collection, which is currently flush with little gel packets to open
up and goo out during races.
We start over at the edge of Le Grand
Cannon, on the traily part. I see Scott is doing this race, and I'm
talking with his friend Chris before it starts. As the race starts,
I see Scott come running back toward the starting line. The RD
decided to give us all a few early minutes, which caught Scott
unprepared. I'm having a tricky time getting paced out on the
starting part, especially as the trail is hammering my feet in the
trail
gloves. Those are the worst shoes for trying to tackle gravel.
Big rocks they can handle (or I can avoid), but there's nothing to be
done about those piles of killer little pebbles. I'm not feeling
fast, but I am going fast. I'm a bit behind a triathlete who is
doing a warm up half marathon. I also am behind two girls with
hypnotizing ponytails on the Le Grand Cannon asphalt path. Y'all
know me, I'm obsessed with hair.
We head down from the Le Grand Cannon
trail into the mansion district, where I get to 'wooooooo' at the
high school cross county volunteers. Y'all rock volunteers. There's
some nasty up and downhilling, and some awesome aid stationing
provided by Debbie's family. I'm still getting myself established
before hitting Park.
Once we hit Park, the officer is nice
enough to keep traffic stopped, and we begin a long uphill. There's
a three mile steady hill climb past Unionville that we all know
about, and get to deal with in our own ways. I keep at a steady
pace, and slowly start passing through the pack. At some point,
along Rodney Ridge, I remember passing someone at at 12:00 min / mile
pace, which is normally going molasses speed. Yeah, there's nothing
quite like slow speed passing, even when giving flatout effort. I
eventually reach Unionville, where I start to run into the race
leaders coming back from the turnaround. I like turnarounds, they
remind me that I'm doing the same event as faster runners. Once we
get past Unionville, I know that I've got roughly a mile to go before
getting away from the uphill hell and back downhill. I see Scott at
roughly a tenth of a mile from the turnaround, so I figure I might
have a good shot hitting him on the downhill. I high five the
volunteers at the turnaround, deal with the last part of the hill,
and change gears for a downhill run.
As I'm hitting the downhill, I realize
that I'm not going to pass anyone. Actually, I do pass one guy who
was two gals for a support crew and is getting his photo taken. I'm
not going to pass Scott, and that's all that matters. I end up
getting passed by a gal who comes out of nowhere and is flying down
the course as the course makes it way back to the city limits. I
also get to deal with staying on course, which is hard when I'm used
to running a section in a certain way. I manage to stumble my way
across the finish line, which is cool, and actually feel good doing
it,
Garmin stats: 13.10 miles, 1:55:15.97,
1552 feet ascent, 1727 feet descent
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