"PRIOR PREPARATION PREVENTS PISS POOR PERFORMANCE"

There all good, just some days are better than others. Just a short note about the Nestle 5K in Springville today. It was a beautiful morning to be alive and running. It was pretty much a normal day except I'm still recovering from the Ogden Marathon and struggling with a few lingering effects of that race. The race went off at 7:30 am Sharp! I didn't do any thing special at this one. At the starting line I elbowed my way right up front. I figure that if I start in front all the runners behind me have to pass me to beat me, especially all the old grampa men in my age group. I tried to start as fast as my short chubby little legs would get me down the road. My garmin says that my fastest time in my first mile was at a sub 5 minute mile. That didn't last very long. Then the second mile came into play with the little hill at the turn around. It can really be a bear or it's where the bear gives you a piano to carry for the rest of the race. I just tried to ignore the bear and push on thru it. When I saw the mile marker for the end of the second mile I surly felt good! I looked around and I didn't see anybody that looked like they were my age or older so I just tried to keep my pace from dropping into the basement.

This year I took along a small half pint bottle of water with me so that I didn't have to fight for a drink of water at the one water station on the course. Ya know, you really don't need a drink on such a short race except for at the very first and then at the end.

Anyway, I rounded the corner of the last down hill of the course and aimed it for the finish line. I seemed to pass a bunch of people and then when I got to the high school rubberized track I took a look behind me and felt fairly certain that none of the old men had creeped up on me. Wow, what a race!

Just after I got over the finish line the young whipper-snapper in front of me bent at the waist and blew chunks all over his shoes. I gave him a big pat on the back, helped him stand up straight and told him to suck it up and get back in line.

Mile 1. 7.2 m
Mile 2. 8 m
Mile 3. 7.2 m
Last 375 ft. 29 s

23:16/7.3 pace
1st. Plc. 60-64 men

At the raffle I managed to catch a frisby and was completely skunked from any of the other prizes that they gave out. Oh well, maybe next year. This was my 11th year in a row running this race and I've placed in my AG 7 out of the 11 years. See ya next year here when I defend my old man AG 1st. place title.....

What can I say, I had a ball running this yearly classic. I got out and gave it the best shot I could...ugh!