41:18. 8th out of 116. 2nd in age group. Full results here.
A few firsts for me in the race:
- First time running this race.
- First time in Ryan Park.
- First time racing in North Kingstown.
- First time racing on snow.
- First time racing with Yak-Trax (yeah, that part didn't work out so well).
Picked up the bibs for my two sons and me, and then headed to the warmth of the heated car to delay exposure to wind and 20 degree temps. About 9:40, finally went out for a very short (1 mile) warmup with the boys on the trail. It was frigid near the pond, but then once in the woods was better. The warmup was just enough to get the blood flowing (what a strange expression - it wasn't flowing before?) and the body a little warmer. Disrobed down to shorts and two technical shirts, and off to the starting line.
Lined up near the front at the starting line. As we left the pond into the woods, Muddy went past me and I passed Dave Principe Sr. I could watch Jonny in the distance leading for WTAC and held this position until early in the second mile when Principe passed me and I was running as an island for the rest of the race. Coming into the power line clearing, I saw Principe ahead of me on the clearing and I missed the sharp left turn for the single-track spur (he had already run the spur and was back in the cleared area), then I turned back to run the spur. At about mile 3, Greg Hammett was on the sideline offering me words of encouragement and that I should catch the guy ahead of me (Principe), and I picked up the pace for a little while there.
Entering into the woods again, I saw no one behind me, no one ahead of me. It's a tough place to be in, because without anyone pushing me and no one to challenge, I settle into a rhythm that can't be my fastest. Running on snow was tiring me, and the long section of dirt bike whoops was exhausting. To add insult, I felt something sharp digging into my left leg and looked down (repeatedly) to see my right Yak-Trak had now broken and the steel coils where dangling to the left. I stopped briefly to at least point them differently to stop digging into my left leg.
|Crossing the bridge about mile 5|
|Final steps to the finish|