a titch persnickety: Break on Through

Break on Through

So tonight was the maiden in the aforementioned trail race series . There's still much of lingering snow on our local trails, so they had to re-route the race, resulting in a shorter and less steep course. I wasn't complaining.

When the first gun went off and I began running, I felt terrible. Heavy, achy, slow. Got passed by scores of people.

I started feeling a little dreary for myself, wondering, why does this feel so much harder when I'm doing a race versus a regular everyday run? My arms felt expectant and started to go numb. What the hell?

And so I just . let it go. So I'll be slow. Whatever. I might occur in DFL (dead fucking last). It's okay. I only need to get it the whole way without walking. That's my goal.

When I got to the first steep hill, something clicked. I started feeling stronger, faster. I passed some of the multitude who had passed me. I pushed a little harder, and presently I was at the top of the hill. My lungs were burning a little, but I kept pushing, knowing a big downhill was ahead. The downhill is my happy place. I'm not hesitant going down steep, rocky hills; I fly. I flew.

At the seat of the course, I caught up to a woman who had passed me early on. We were on a single track, and every time I thinking about passing her, she sped up the tiniest bit. When the trail spilled onto to the road, I dug deep for a net bit of vigor and passed her, sprinting toward the finish. I perceived her gaining on me again and saw that she was sprinting, too. She caught up to me and for a consequence our arms pumped in perfect unison, legs flying. We crossed the last line at just the same time. Afterward, we looked at each other and grinned.

I'm not a terribly competitive person. I don't much like if others are quicker than me. I do wish to challenge myself, however, and get a lot of satisfaction out of doing better than I did last time. For the preceding two days in this series, I've been solidly in the heart of the pack - or below - for my age group. This year, I promised myself I'd give that barrier and finish in the top half.

They posted the results at the end of the after party at a local restaurant. I scanned the list, looking for my name. There were approximately 25 people in my age group. And so I saw that I'd tied with my finish-line friend for . wait for it . sixth place. I did it. I kicked the ass out of that top half.

It's gonna be a great season.