|Maiden voyage race in my new La Sportivas|
I was exhausted after putting on the Rodeo Beach event but needed to blow off some steam, so I headed over to Brazen's New Year Half Marathon the next morning at Lake Chabot. The scene was reminiscent of a renaissance festival, a small village of tents and hundreds of people milling about. In his new, killer, (or serial killer-esque) beard, wearing a hooded sweatshirt with the hood on, and pushing a wheelbarrow, Sam looked like a village hobbit. We chatted for a bit, then I jogged over to the start.
Lon Freeman was the first person I recognized. We'd "talked" via email a lot since we both raced the Ice Age 50 miler last May, so it was a pleasure to finally meet him in person (even if it meant that I'd be getting thoroughly toasted by him over the next hour and a half.
|Lon Freeman ripping towards the finish for the win.|
I had no expectations and just figured it'd be a good workout run, so I was pretty conservative in the first couple miles. The hills were deceivingly long and my stair workout earlier in the week came back to haunt me with a flood of lactic acid that felt more like molten lead rushing though my legs. After the longest climb of the race, around mile 7-8, I focused on staying consistent and ahead of the guy I'd spotted behind me.
I finished up in 1:35 and 4th place. Hamstrings were singing for the next two days. Thanks Sam for such a fun event. Looking forward to the next one or ten of them.