20 Years Now • Fairfield Road Races 5K & Fairfield Prep 5K, Fairfield, CT, USA

This weekend trip had a dual purpose:  not only was I here to run another few races, but it was also my 20 year high school reunion.  Man, just saying that makes me sound old!  It was over half my life ago that I roamed the halls of Fairfield Prep,  It has been decades since my teammates blazed through that Wickham Park 5K course to a dominating victory in the CIAC State Open Championship.  My four years at Prep, running for our cross country and track teams, are largely responsible for the man I am today.  It was there that I developed from a depressed and miserable child, gaining the confidence, courage and strength that have carried me so far since.   It was there that I found my faith, my foundation and myself.  I entered those double doors for the first time empty and lonely.  I walked out of them four years later a new man: a ‘man for others’ molded by the values of our Jesuit education.

So much has changed since then, yet so much remains the same.  Gone is my childish innocence:  I’d lived a fairly sheltered life.  Much of the turmoil and strife I’d learned about were only in textbooks; conflicts that seemed only academic… not real.  Now it’s different.  I’ve survived terrorism, battled corruption, and faced some of humanities darkest manifestations.  Yet those four years taught me the most important lesson of all: there is more that unites us, than that divides us.  Although the most powerful displays of that lesson were years in my future, it was here that I first discovered hope for humanity and our future.

In those days, running was central to my life.  Although I didn’t exactly enjoy it for the first ten months, during the summer between my freshman and sophomore year I fell in love.  The freedom of self-propulsion, the physical and psychological benefits of the sport, and the human bonds that it formed… running defined my life and my growth.  I’d lost that passion for a while… but in recent years I’ve picked up where I left off.  Running is once again central to my life.  In some ways, right now, it’s almost all I have left.  So, yes, I was excited to be back.  I was excited to reconnect with old faces and places.  I’m not sure what life will bring in the years that come, but I know the strength and values that my time at Prep developed will guide me through it.  This weekend, I’d celebrate the 20 year roller coaster ride that my life has been in the best way possible: running with some of the best friends I’ve ever had.

A few years back, the folks at JB Sports split the half marathon and 5K to different days.  Soon after the Lucas Challenge was born: Lucas being the Fairfield University mascot.  This year, to increase the chances of ideal racing weather, the race was moved forward two weeks from late June.  I was fired up when I heard that… although not because I cared about the race weather.  More importantly, now race weekend was reunion weekend.  I wasn’t going to be able to fly back to CT twice in June, now I didn’t need to.  Lucas Challenge here I come!  But wait… there’s more.   For the first time this year, Prep decided to host a 5K fun run as part of reunion weekend.  Would it be possible to do both?  The Fairfield Road Races 5K was at Jennings Beach at 8am.  One hour later on campus the Prep run would begin.  Since it was only two miles away… it was possible!  So I challenged my cross country teammates to the first annual “Jesuit Challenge”: dual 5Ks on Saturday and half marathon on Sunday.

Out of my group, Vin was the only other one crazy enough to accept that challenge.  Another younger Prep alum and cross country superstar also joined the fun.  On a very hot and humid Saturday morning, the three of us lined up with the crowd by Jennings Beach ready to take on the first 5K.  This was a good sized race with some solid runners: there was prize money on the line.  I knew I wasn’t going to be running a super fast time in the half (too many hills), so I decided to make this first 5K my hardest push for the weekend.  I’ve been hurting recently, so I knew that a PR wasn’t likely… but I’ll be damned if I wasn’t going to give it a go.  I started off strong.  My first half mile was right on schedule at about 5:40 pace, but I struggled a bit from there, slowing to just over 6 minute pace for the remainder.  With the heat today, I used the water stops to dump some cold water on my head.  It was a short race, so I wasn’t worried about hydration.  As I knew I was running slower than I’d hoped, the time clocks at the mile markers were a bit disheartening but definitely convenient and helped keep me from getting lazy.  20 years ago, my track PR at Prep was 18:15.  In cross country, my best performance was a 19:07.  Today, I’d come in at right around that mark with a 19:04, good enough for second in my age group.

With one down and one to go, Vin and I hopped in the car and drove to Prep (time was a little too tight to jog there).  Here there was a decidedly more relaxed vibe, and a much smaller crowd of about 100 runners and walkers, including a handful of mid 90’s cross country guys and a lot of the current runners.  No bells and whistles, no pressure… just a fun run.  Ready, set… the megaphone horn failed.  OK, let’s try that again.  Ready, set, go!  We were off, immediately starting with a nice uphill.  Did I mention how much I hate hills?  It took me a while to get in my groove, and even when I did I wasn’t going all out for this run.  I’d enjoy it.  This was a nice little tour of campus, allowing me to see just how much had changed in the 20 years I’d been gone.  Some things, like the universities crumby gravel track still remained.  2.9 miles later, ending with another uphill, I hit the finish.  Now the fun part: reconnecting with fellow Prep runners over a nicely catered breakfast.  I’d be spending a lot of time in the quad today: Tonight I’d be back for the 20 year reunion dinner!  Much has has changed since then.  My love of alma mater and running never will!

My Running Family • Gasparilla Distance Classic Part I, Tampa, FL, USA

This was my fourth year out at the Gasparilla Distance Classic and it certainly won’t be my last.  Every year has been memorable!  It’s a huge race (four actually) and an even bigger party.  Every year I have the pleasure of meeting and spending time with part of my extended running family.  Gasparilla, as its name implies, is pirate themed.  The medals, the decorations and even the costumed runners argh all thusly inspired.  The expo is hopping and fun, reminding runners that here in Tampa, it’s all about the booty!  Every year I find my friends from Roo Sport here, and of course make friends at other booths as well.  I spent a good deal of time with my new Boston-based Vice Cream friends.  Good people, and yes… ice cream is my vice!  I started mentally planning trips to some of the Florida Road Races in the bay area, as well as Philly.  I haven’t been there in a while, need to go back and run it!  I had the pleasure of meeting runners from all over.  Some were only running the 5K.  Others were just as crazy as me.  There are no shortage of challenges here, up to and including the Michelob Ultra Challenge.  Start off with a 15K on Saturday morning, and quickly follow up with a 5K.  Then on Sunday the half marathon, and after a lactic acid nurturing break, finish up the weekend with an 8K.  Yes, this is what I do for fun.

I knew I wasn’t going to be running any spectacular paces this weekend.  Quite frankly, I didn’t care.  I was here to have fun!  So I went out and ran a comfortable pace.   Well, not exactly comfortable: my injuries have been flaring up all month long.  Regardless, It was a great race.  I ran steady, I ran strong.  For this first race, running along Bayshore is fantastic.  A wide street with beautiful views, completely closed to cars and with a large grassy median stocked with multiple aid stations.  This is a great place to run!  Much of the surface is concrete, so it’s a bit less forgiving than asphalt.  I’ll admit, I wasn’t looking forward to all the pounding this would force my messed up legs and backs to absorb.  All the more reason why I wasn’t pushing myself too hard.  Just have fun, thats why I was here.

Next up there was a short break.  The sun was out in full force now, so it was getting quite hot.  Kept myself hydrated and found my way into the start corrals.  Just for fun, I was going to play race frogger today: start in back, and weave through masses of runners.  I wasn’t going to PR anyway, and this allowed me to enjoy the company of various runners I normally don’t get to run with.  Plus it pretty much guaranteed negative splits.  Each mile was significantly faster than the last.  Running like this is not conducive to a fast time: pace is up and down as you run nearly as much sideways as you do forwards early on.  It’s easy to get boxed in, especially behind pace walls.  I really want to look into running races as a pacer.  I’ve found it to often be more rewarding to guide another runner to their goals, than to hit intermediate targets myself.  When I do, someone kick me if I don’t keep my pace groups from spreading out and blocking other runners from passing!  I love this event, but I do wish the first wave of the 5K wasn’t so spread out.  Thousands of runners: with expected finish times from sub 15 all the way up to 24!  And then there are several other waves to follow.  I’d love to see this split a little more evenly pace-wise.   Wave 1: 7 and under pace.  Then split the rest of the waves proportionately based on the number of runners.  Yes, wave 1 would be smaller.  But with huge races like this, it’s inevitable that some runners who want to compete, get stuck in the back or middle of the corral… and then when the gun goes off, they can’t run their pace.  Today, that didn’t bother me, but I’ve definitely be in the position before where it kept me from my goals.

Now with two races complete, it was time for day one of the party!  I enjoyed some of the chow, and since my brain still can’t handle the loud music and party atmosphere, went back to the expo instead.  Not quite as loud, and for me just as fun!  While there I heard rumors that Meb might be running the race at mere mortal pace.  If true, I’d still have to pick up my own pace to hang with him.  Now that would be cool!  I was ready for day two!

Short, Sweet and Still Painful • Florida Today 5K, Melbourne, FL

Last night I made a last minute decision.  It was time for a little variety in my racing schedule.  I knew I wasn’t going to go all out in this weekends Florida Marathon half, but perhaps I could in a shorter race.  My choices were Florida Today 8K, 5K or both.  In a perfect world I’d totally have done both, but regrettably I’m still reeling financially.  I’d have to chose, and although normally I like the longer races, I settled on the 5K.  Inspired by last months half marathon PR, I thought maybe I could finally break that elusive 18:00 mark!  I’d certainly try!  So I signed up for my first 5K of the year.

I jogged over to Front Street Park nice and early.  Even though I wasn’t running the 8K, I wanted to be there to cheer the runners out of the gate, and then again at the finish.  As they raced off, around a corner and immediately up a massive bridge… oy! What was I thinking!  I probably should have looked at the course before deciding to try and PR on a shorter distance.  I was just going to have to give it a shot anyway.  I watched the clock as the first few runners sprinted in… definitely a pace I could hold on a decent day.  I hoped this was representative of what I’d see in the 5K.  Even if I didn’t break the elusive 18 minute barrier, a win would be nice.  One way or another, I’d make the best of the circumstances.

So, it was with that mindset that I lined up for my own start.  I positioned myself at the front and took the lead early.  There was a small pack of runners right with me.  I could do this!  I knew they were likely to overtake me on the uphill, so I had to take advantage of every step on the flats and downhills.  Sure enough, as soon as we hit the slightest incline, I started struggling.  It wasn’t the drop in pace that worried me, but instead the major increase in back and leg pain.  My injuries had been subsiding for a few months.  I’d really hoped I was past the worst of it.  So much for that!  The top two runners now had a sizable lead.

When I reached the top of bridge (and it was quite a view!), I was able to pick the pace up again.  Definitely not to the degree that I’d hoped, and at a far higher pain level.  But I’m not one to give up.  I tried to decrease the space between myself and the leaders, and entered the return trip up the bridge with a more manageable challenge.  With that I succeeded, but it wasn’t enough.  The two leaders battled it out to a photo finish, crossing the line within a second of each other.  I was about 30 seconds behind, just barely under 19 minutes.  Nothing too spectacular, but certainly nothing to be ashamed of either.  I collected my medal, and enjoyed the post race party in the park.  It was time to shift my focus to the half.