August 19, 2023: Atlanta's Finest 5K

I'm no longer a COVID virgin. After 3-1/2 years of dodging the dreaded virus, five vaccinations between March 2021 - Seprtember 2022, it caught me when I had completely let down my guard. I missed the Decatur-DeKalb 4-miler on Saturday August 5, as we went to Houston to visit my mother. Based on the timing of the onset of symptoms, we were probably exposed on Sunday August 6, at some stage of our return from Houston Hobby airport onto Delta flight 1509 through Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta airport. I had registered to run the Vinings Downhill 5K on Saturday August 12, but the night before the race, I developed symptoms. Fortunately I reserved an 8:15 am appointment at our local Immediate Care facility. The physician assistant confirmed the COVID diagnosis, and a slight "wheeze" in the lower lobe of my left lung "but not too bad" she quickly assured me. It was just enough to earn myself a prescription for Paxlovid. A five-day anti-viral treatment was the cure. Days 1 - 3 were fairly unpleasant, including some brain fog, but on day 4, I felt well enough to take an hour-long brisk walk at our local park. On day 5, I worked in some 60-second easy runs interspersed with walk breaks. On day 6, Thursday August 17, my isolation period ended and I went to work. In the evening I completed a 5K easy run concluding with four strides. I didn't feel any ill effects from COVID other than the expected slight lack of fitness from not running for several days. Although the current strain seems to be extremely contagious, I seem to have escaped any serious or long-term adverse affects. I decided that could run today's race, but would do so cautiously. My only goals were to run the first couple of miles conservatively, then pick up the pace if I was capable of it, perhaps racing the final kilometer or so. That would get me to the finish line in less than 30 minutes, I hoped. 

In front of Centennial Olympic Park before the race

I arrived for today's race in time to warm up, out-and-back on the last half-mile of the race course, as I did before last year's race. Lining up near the back of wave B, I said hello to several friends and acquaintances in the wave. Wave A started almost as soon as I arrived, we moved up in wave B, and it was time to run! I decided to run with Lindy Liu for awhile. Lindy was doing the race as a tempo training run, preparing for the Big Peach Sizzler 10K on Labor Day. Her pace seemed like the right pace for me, around 9:15 min / mile pace. The first mile was north on Marietta Street, gently downhill or level the entire way. I kept reminding myself, take it easy, I'll have to run uphill in the 3rd mile. I didn't see the mile 1 marker, but my watch recorded 9:10 for mile 1, just about right. 

66 deg F at the start!!

At that stage, Lindy sped up a bit and moved ahead of me. I caught up with Colleen Curran, who I met five years ago when we were both in the training group for the 2018 Publix Atlanta Marathon. She's training for the Atlanta 10-Miler in mid-October, a race that I recently registered for myself, along with the Thanksgiving Half Marathon. I think I did most of the talking as we ran together for a half-mile or so. At the U-turn onto Tech Parkway, I left Colleen behind, and caught up with Susie Kim. I wasn't paying too much attention to my pace, but wasn't pushing things, just rolling along. At the water station, Stephanie Batson and Kim Harrell were cheering me on, as I accepted a cup of water from Stephanie. Other than the short walk break to drink the water, that was the only walk break that I took in today's race. Getting back up to speed, catching up with Susie, we started working our way up the first little hill on the Georgia Tech campus. I lost Susie in that stretch, and just focused on running my own consistent pace. Cresting the hill, the mile 2 alert sounded, 9:07, 18:17 elapsed. 

Approaching the intersection with North Avenue, where I had completed my warmup earlier this morning, I knew that I was about 6 minutes from the finish line. My watch showed 22 minutes elapsed, so I was definitely going to break 30 minutes. On Luckie Street, I caught up again with Lindy Liu. We ran together for a moment, then I was in front. I was getting ahead of most of the other runners around me, without consciously speeding up, so I think that most of the other people were slowing down. I was running well, just trying to find a straight path to run. A couple of volunteers were cheering us on: one of them said "I want to run like that old guy." I looked around and didn't see an old guy gaining on me, so I just kept working my way forward. Up and down another hill, then I could see the traffic light for Ivan Allen Blvd up ahead. It took another minute to reach the intersection, 26 minutes elapsed as I crossed the street. Now it was time to pick up my pace. The route was net downhill from this stage, so I surged ahead, running past the Georgia Aquarium. Mile 3 alert, 8:54, 27:11 elapsed. That was basically my finish time last year, but post-COVID I'm just happy to be running. 

Happy with my pace progression!

Before reaching the final turn onto Baker Street, a couple of younger men passed me. I tried to keep up with them, but I was at my highest gear. I made a beeline for the finish line, but a young woman jetted past me. Where did she come from?! 

from Atlanta Track Club Facebook page, added August 24: 
I'm in the gray singlet, still fuzzy

A few seconds later, the woman in black is gaining on me.
I was oblivious at that very moment. 

Where the heck did she come from???!!!

Resignation: no way I can catch up to her. 
Her gaze is totally focused on the finish line.  

Anyway I crossed the finish line, official time 28:06. I was pretty happy that I had properly parceled out my energy across the distance. 

I chatted with Lindy for a few minutes after the race, and she was heading out for 3 more miles. I was thinking that I was done, but after I picked up my shirt and dropped it off at my car, I decided to follow Lindy's example and go out for a few more miles myself. I need to get my mileage up if I'm going to have a good experience in the 10-miler and the Thanksgiving half! 

Race statistics

Getting back into the training routine with an 8-mile day

July 15, 2023: Westside Beltline 8K

"9:25." That was my goal for today's Westside Beltline 8K, 9:25 min / mile pace, at least for the first four miles. That would get me to the finish line in less than 47 minutes, maybe faster than 46:52, which was my time on this course one year ago. Last year's race was rough: I thought I would maintain a sub-9 min / mile pace, but had fallen off of that goal by mile 3, and struggled to finish. 

It was warm and muggy this morning, about 90% humidity, and 78 deg F at the start of the race at 7:30 am. About 30 minutes before the race start, I went out for an easy warmup, about 1/2 mile outbound on the race course, then 3 strides on the return trip. Part of my warmup route was the challenging uphill block on Matthews Street, where I slowed to a walk. I told myself, "In today's race, I will not take a walk break on Matthews Street." 

Before my warmup, with M.C. extraordinaire, Ronnel Blackmon

I started with wave B again this year. The airhorn sounded at 7:32 sharp, Ronnel calling out "Go-go-go-go-go!" We were heading northwest on White Street. I kept my pace easy, checked my watch a few times as the pace dropped from 10:00 to ... 9:25! Perfect, I stuck with that metronomic pace. Other runners streamed past, but I let them go by, confident that I would pass some of them later in the race. I was running on the left side of the lane, next to the cones separating our route from a single lane for auto traffic. At one point, a 25-foot gap opened between me and the crowd of runners ahead of me. I was very conscious of leading a subgroup, hearing dozens of footsteps just behind me, but resisted the urge to fill the gap. My watch displays pace to the nearest 5 seconds, so if it showed 9:25, that meant that I was running between 9:20 - 9:25 min / mile pace; if it showed 9:20, meaning 9:15 - 9:20 min / mile pace, I slowed down a bit.

After we turned left onto the paved Beltline, the mile 1 alert sounded: 9:22! That was as close to perfection as I could have hoped for. "9:25" I kept telling myself, as I ran along the left side. About 14 minutes into the race, I saw the water stop, pulling to the middle of the lane, holding out my right hand to accept a cup of water. Unfortunately for me, four runners immediately ahead of me took each of the cups that two volunteers were holding in each hand. But I heard one of the volunteers call out "Sir! Sir!" as he sprinted from behind to bring me a cup. "Thanks!" I said. I took a short walk break to drink the water - I thought it was 30 seconds, but the Garmin graph showed just a small blip of a dip, perhaps less than 10 seconds. 

I resumed running, working over to the left side of the path. On a gentle uphill section, I passed Jessie Abraham and then Susie Hill, saying each time "We love hills! We love hills!" That didn't seem to inspire anyone other than myself. I just kept chugging along, 9:23 for mile 2. This was going really well! I could have run faster at this stage, but today's race wasn't about being a hero in mile 2. Having refreshed my memory of last year's difficult race by reading my blog report last night, and the more recent memory of struggling through the mile 6 of this year's Peachtree Road Race, I stayed on plan. "Patience!" 

This year the race route proceeded all the way to the north end of the paved Westside Beltline, at Lena Street. (Within a couple of years, this path will continue straight for another couple of miles!) 2.42 miles at the turnaround, 22:35 elapsed, almost halfway. I ran uphill over Martin Luther King Drive, passing several others who had slowed to a walk. That validated for me that my patient start, "9:25", had been the correct strategy for me. 9:15 for mile 3, 28 minute elapsed! I hadn't been looking as carefully at the watch, but no worries, that wasn't way off of the plan, and would get me to the finish line a few seconds faster than last year's time of 46:52. My heart rate was 165 bpm, a little high, but with less than two miles to go, on a familiar route, I felt that I could hold on to this pace. I was running only 8K or ca. 5 miles today, vs. 10K / 6.22 miles earlier this month.  

After passing the underpasses for Interstate-20, I slowed down at the water stop, taking another walk break, but only 15-20 seconds according to Garmin, I guess I need to count to 30 when I do this again. Getting back up to my cautious pace, we passed under a couple more bridges. The lead 5K runners passed us on our right in the northbound direction. They started at 8:00 am. I tried to calculate, with my 28 minute headstart, how fast would a 5K runner need to run to catch up to me? The answer was that a 47 minute 8K finish from wave B would correlate to a 19 minute 5K finish from the front of their wave A. So some of them were likely to pass me before I finished. 

The route curved past the "Crayola" section and uphill to the intersection with White Street. A volunteer called out "Just a few more miles!" as the mile 4 sign came into view. Then I realized that she was cheering for the 5K runners, who had not yet completed their first mile. 9:21 for mile 4! I hadn't thought too much about my plan for the last mile. I hoped to speed up a bit, but at that moment, the route was gently uphill. "Don't force anything, relax and glide" I said to myself. After cresting the small hill, I felt my pace increase ever so slightly. I knew that we had one more hill ahead of us, so I still needed to bank a little energy. Making a diagonal left onto Matthews Street, this block was probably the steepest uphill section of this race course. "I love hills!" I thought to myself, as I shortened the length of my stride, maintaining ca. 180 step / minute cadence. Several others took walk breaks in this block, but not me, not today! I was so glad that I had covered this section during my warmup earlier this morning, I was psychologically prepared for the challenge. Sure, I slowed down a bit, but keeping my cadence kept me moving forward. Turning right into the runner lane on Lawton Street, the route continued going uphill. This is where I had taken an unplanned walk break in last month's Monday Nighter. But not today! I knew that after cresting the Lawton Street overpass, it was all downhill to the finish line. 

I definitely spent the last two miles in the maximum heart rate zone,
but still had enough energy in the bank to finish strongly!  

"Hammer time!" Today my legs responded well, taking full advantage of the gradual downhill. I saw Katie Winter up ahead, I wondered if I could catch up to her. One tricky part of any race on the Westside Beltline is the 180 degree U-turn at the intersection with Donnelly Avenue. I was on the left, Katie was a few steps ahead and to the right, and there was another runner in the mix as well. To avoid colliding with anyone, I grabbed the pole to help me make the tightest possible U-turn, while allowed me to turn without slowing down, getting ahead of Katie and the other runner in just a couple of steps! I don't know if that was a legal move, since I definitely felt a "slingshot" effect on my speed. But I didn't interfere with any other runners while making that turn: that would have been a much bigger faux pas.

Heading down the ramp to get back onto the Beltline, I heard a motorcycle behind me. Shortly after making the right turn at the bottom of the ramp, I stayed to the left side of the Beltline, as the motorcycle passed on my right. I guess that the 5K leader will be passing me soon, I thought. Before that happened, I saw the 3 mile marker for the 5K. "Great, less than a minute to the finish line for me!" and I accelerated some more. The first two runners in the 5K passed on my right, running a sub-6 min / mile pace (the winner finished in 17:33). My own pace had increased, now sub-8 min / mile, as I could hear sounds from the finish line. Ronnel saw the 5K runners approaching. I'm sure that he meant well when he announced, "8K runners stay to the right!" But as I moved over to the right side of the Beltline, the 3rd 5K runner nearly ran into me. "Sorry! I was just following instructions!" I thought to myself, not having any breath to spare to actually speak. A 4th 5K runner passed me, then it was my turn to cross the finish line. The clock showed less than 18 minutes, now on 5K time, but that meant that I had finished in less than 46 minutes! 

This was a really good time trial, showing me what I can currently realistically run. 

Official time, 45:44! And more than my time, I was thrilled with my pacing. The "9:25" strategy paid off, I banked just enough energy to have a fast, fun finish. The only people that I recall passing me in the last half-mile were the first 4 of the 5K runners, so that was a big win for me. Officially my average pace was 9:12; on the watch I measured 9:15 min / mile.
    
A slice of the 8K results


60 - 64 male age group: I'm in the middle of a bunch of fast old men! 

July 4, 2023: Peachtree Road Race 10K

Ass o'clock in the car in Tucker. Bonnie didn't run this year, 
but was my personal chauffeur and photographer. 

5:30 am, full moon through partial clouds.
Cloudy but not rainy will be ideal. 

6:00 am, walking on Lenox Road toward the start. 
It's still dark but the first bit of twilight before the dawn is here. 

I had low expectations for today's Peachtree Road Race. The last month has been very busy at work, mostly very good in terms of having time to write and submit a manuscript (looks like it will be accepted, just have to submit minor revisions tomorrow) and also a grant application that is coming together very nicely (also due tomorrow, before 5:00 pm). There were three thesis defenses last week, all of which went well, but faculty committee members did a lot of speed-reading. Fortunately I knew all of the students' research well (one of them from my lab!) and I've been on the other two students' committee for the past few years so I'm familiar with how their research has developed. 

6:35 am: Celebrity Sighting! 
Betty Lindberg with family members walking to their start corral.

Through this busy period, I've run mostly for personal equilibrium, but then bad storms have prevented me from going on a few of the planned runs in the past few weeks. And now, it's finally summer in Atlanta, hot and humid. I went out for a little shakeout run on Saturday morning - three days ago - and gave up after a single loop of the park. Partly I hadn't slept enough, partly my weight is up, partly my ankle was hurting that morning. On the bright side, we had fun with Brenden Minor and his parents Brian and Beverly, watching Brenden and the other children in the Peachtree Junior on Sunday morning. 

Brenden was 2nd in this group of the 3-year-olds.

Brenden did a good job with mini-hurdles.
Actually this looks like a good footwork drill for adults.

Monday I worked all day in my office at Emory, from around 9 am until 10 pm. It wasn't the best way to relax before a big race, but by the end of the evening, I was pretty comfortable with my priorities: proofreading and wordsmithing every single document that would be uploaded to the proposal site on Wednesday. Around 8 pm on Monday, a tremendous lightning storm came through metro Atlanta. Fortunately I was safely in my 6th floor office in the chemistry building. I looked up to see a bright lightning bolt, which looked like hit the top of the CDC main tower, visible from my north-northwest-facing office window. It was certainly close enough, based on the very short gap between the flash of lightning and the boom of thunder. The rainstorm guaranteed a very humid run for the next morning. 

I continued editing these files all afternoon and evening. A couple of the post 5 pm July 5 files
were revised by staff and sent to me for my records after the deadline. 
Thanks Sonja for helping me through the end, including proof-reading for compliance
 on July 3, when many others took the day off.  

I fell asleep around 11 pm with a 4:30 am alarm. Unfortunately I awoke around 3:30 am, and wasn't able to get back to sleep. I ate a light breakfast of oatmeal and a cup of coffee, then we headed to the MARTA station for the short train ride from Doraville to Lenox Mall, where the race would begin. Fortunately the weather forecast looked like it wouldn't rain or storm this morning. I decided to wear the lightest top in my collection, which came from the Running City Mile in May. I decided not to wear my SuperShoes, since I had no idea of the condition of Piedmont Park after last night's rain but it could have been a mudpit, so I wore my #2 pair, which were almost new when I ran the marathon in them in late February. Perhaps most importantly, Bonnie reminded me to wear sunscreen on my head and shoulders, since I decided not wear a cap. 

I had a wave C bib, using the Hearts and Soles 10K in early February as my qualifying race, 54:47. That morning, it was 27 deg F; today the two digits were flipped, 72 deg F. And 93% humidity. Although the race was heavily advertised, there wasn't a competitive lottery, only around 40,000 people registered (60,000 people capacity), and I heard that it was possible to purchase a last-minute entry at the Expo on Monday - very unusual. I guess Peachtree Road Race hasn't returned to its pre-pandemic glory of the largest 10K race in the world - or as someone else suggested, maybe it was just because this year, Independence Day is on a Tuesday, and not on or adjacent to a weekend. As the official 7:00 am start time for the main race approached, it seemed that wave C was unusually small this year. I tried to hang toward the back, and this year it wasn't difficult. We crossed around 7:06 am. 

With Paul and Caroline Dunn. Despite how it may look,
I'm on the correct side of the fence. 

With Kimberly Harrell and David Bloomquist

As soon as I had crossed the starting line, it didn't seem like such a small race. I picked a middle lane of the southbound direction, so mostly to the right of the entire race course, and reminded myself of "Patience" which meant not darting around people that were going a tiny bit slower than my pace. My goal was to finish in less than an hour, nothing more ambitious than that, usually pretty easy for me to manage. A 9:24 min / mile average pace was what I successfully ran on a warm evening 10K race 3 weeks ago. That would get me to the finish line in about 59 minutes. Today the mile 1 alert sounded at 9:24, 29 feet uphill. Unfortunately my heart rate was already around 150 bpm. That's due to not sleeping enough for the previous week. "Patience" I reminded myself. But my mantra was nearly undercut, as the first band was playing the Johnny Cash classic, "Ring of Fire." Actually the band was playing at an upbeat pace, sounded more like the Social Distortion cover from my younger days, my preferred version. 

"I fell into a burning ring of fire, 

I went down - down - down and the flames went higher,

And it burns - burns - burns, the Ring of Fire, the Ring of Fire."  

Usually up-tempo music would cause me to speed up, especially early in a race. But even though I was now running gently downhill, I was barely moving faster than a 9 min / mile pace. The first water stop came up on my right, I accepted a cup from a volunteer and walked for no more than 30 seconds. Being on the right side of the road, I decided to run through the first water spray, and that felt good, refreshing without getting soaked. More music on the left - this was really upbeat but I didn't recognize the song. As I came closer, I saw a large Ethiopian flag, then a group of women in white dresses with the tricolor stripes at the hem. Definitely the most enthusiastic cheer group of the day. 

Working my way down the road toward Peachtree Creek, I finished mile 2 in 8:53, 18:16 elapsed; 64 feet downhill. One jarring event: a man to my right wanted to avoid a water spray and darted just in front of my from right-to-left, nearly knocking me down! About 2.9 miles in was the bridge over Peachtree Creek, and then a water station, perfectly located at the bottom of Cardiac Hill. A 30-second walk break, then the Mile 3 alert, 8:56, 27:12 elapsed, 143 feet downhill! Shortly afterwards I crossed the 5K timing mat, official result 28:37. Thanks to the walk break, I was able to run all the way up Cardiac Hill. I was definitely slowing near the top, but didn't walk until another perfectly located water stop, near the Shepherd Center and Piedmont Hospital. The road leveled out and I picked up a little speed as I approached the mile 4 marker, 9:52, 37:04 elapsed, 122 feet ascent followed by 23 feet downhill. The only problem was that my heart rate was now above 170 bpm. 

Photos from Bonnie at mile 5:
Daniel Romanchuk, far ahead of the rest of the pack

The lead group of women

And a larger group of men, not yet separated to the final three.
Charles Langat (with the orange shoes) won the men's elite race. 

I crossed the I-85 bridge, which I was thinking was at 4.5 miles in - but actually only 4.28 miles! 40 minutes elapsed. Only 2 miles to go. But the climb on the overpass was now fatiguing me. Thank goodness for the water stop! I didn't realize it until looking at my Garmin results, but I stretched that water stop walk for a full minute. And then running uphill into Midtown past Rhodes Hall, that was also uphill. I know having run this race course 9 times, Cardiac Hill in mile 4 isn't the most difficult one, but it softens up the mentally unprepared runner for the one-two punch to come in mile 5! After passing 17th Street, I began looking for Bonnie, who was planning to be on the right side in front of the High Museum, between 16th and 15th Streets. I saw her in plenty of time to move over to the right, although I had to dash past a guy who had slowed to tap a child's sign "Hit target for power!" Bonnie leaned in for a handslap, which we managed, and then back to work for me. Mile 5 in 10:20, 47:24 elapsed, 47 feet ascent, 28 feet descent. Hmm, I needed to pick up the pace to ensure that I finished in less than an hour. But first, another water stop.

I saw Bonnie

I caught up to the guy to my right

and moved ahead of him toward Bonnie

and then back to the race.

Despite walking for about 45 seconds through the mile 5 water stop, I didn't recover that time, and ran for no more than 45 seconds before I needed to return to walking. After about 45 seconds, David Bloomquist caught up to and passed me, encouraging me "You can do it, Frank!" A second jarring event: I heard the "crack" of either a firecracker, or a gunshot. I can't tell the difference, but a police siren sounded, all was quiet, and no one else seemed to react or comment. With that, I felt recovered enough to resume running. Around that time, I was approaching Colony Square, between 15th and 14th Street. Just north of 14th Street would be 1.00 mile to the finish, which I had managed in less than 7 minutes back in December 2022. I tried to pick up my pace, knowing that I would need more than 7 minutes today - at 51 minutes elapsed to this stage, I only had 9 minutes left. I tried to speed up, then had to slow down until I had gotten up and over 12th Street. Finally, the last real hill was done, and it was net downhill from this point to the finish line. 

Making the left turn onto 10th Street at the iconic "Corner", also marked the 9 kilometer mark. 54:30! I was certain that I could run the last kilometer in 6 minutes, but not much faster. Nevertheless I tried to pick up the pace, as I turned into the middle lane on 10th Street. Passing the photographers, then through the Rainbow Intersection with Piedmont Road, I kept pushing myself. Piedmont Park came up on the right side, I was looking for the mile 6 marker, but then realized that the right lanes were blocked up ahead by an ambulance. We were directed into the leftmost lane: with the bicycle lanes, that was enough room for everyone to get through without having to slow down. I looked to my right but I couldn't see if anyone was down or being treated. Soon the entire road opened up for us again. I never saw the mile 6 sign but on my watch, 10:30, 57:55 elapsed, 43 feet ascent, 39 feet descent. 

I knew from past experience that the final dash to the intersection with Charles Allen always felt longer than it seemed it should be. Fortunately it was downhill, but as much as I was looking ahead, I couldn't see the Finish Line. It's not until crossing a little tiny hill at Taft Avenue that I finally saw the finish line. I looked at my watch and saw the numbers ticking up: 59:50, 59:51, 59:52 .... Not gonna make it, even though I'm sprinting as fast as I can. 59:59, 1:00:00, 1:00:01 .... it was so close - but I needed another 15 seconds at top speed to actually finish. 1:00:21 on my watch, 1:00:16 official. For a moment, I was disappointed to miss what I had thought was a reasonably easy time goal. But I quickly put that aside, joining in the smiles and letting in the words of "Congratulations!" soak in. 

The last walk break was unplanned. 
But I'm pleased to see my acceleration at the very end. 

My heart rate jumped as I began running up Cardiac Hill.

Whew, that was a long time to run while "redlined". 
The walk break around 50 minutes in gave my heart 
a welcome chance to recover, before pushing to the finish.
Definitely passed by a bunch of people in the second 5K. 
But at 8520th place, at least I outran my bib number! 

Link to results

with Sue Landa after the race

Leaving Piedmont Park around 9:30 am, to meet Bonnie.
An hour later, a severe storm closed down the final minutes of the course, 
and forced an evacuation of the Meadow. 

June 12, 2023: The Monday Nighter at the Garage 10K

2018: starting temperature 90 deg F; time 1:05:20

2019: starting temperature 87 deg F; time 59:33

2022: starting temperature 88 deg F; time 1:03:27

2023: starting temperature 79 deg F!!

The full force of summer heat has not yet arrived in Atlanta this year. I've done quite a few runs in the evenings over the past few weeks, so I now feel acclimated to running in 80 deg F temperatures. Although I wasn't going to set any speed records in this race, I felt that I could safely run this year's edition a little faster. My plan was to start at a 9:30 min / mile pace, which I estimated would get me to the finish line in less than an hour, perhaps even going after a personal best on this course. 

Panorama view of the 5K runners, who started 20 minutes before the 10K

Tes Marshall started us at 6:50 pm sharp. I was near the back of the pack, with Tucker Running Club members Judith Noble-Wang, Linda Bode Phinney, and Donna Heusel Roberts. Even though it wasn't scorchingly hot, I carried a small towel with a handful of ice, my trick from last year's race. As we crossed the timing mat at the start, Linda and Donna were in front of me. I drafted behind a couple of tall men as we started through the residential West End neighborhood. We were running so slowly, so it seemed, but the first time that I checked my watch after a couple of blocks, I saw 9:15 min / mile pace, and deliberately forced myself to go more slowly. "Patience" I reminded myself, remembering the hard experience of the later miles from previous years. 

Near the end of the first mile, I passed Donna and caught up with Linda, as we entered the Westside Beltline route. Mile 1 in 9:33, around the underpass at Lawton Avenue. The Beltline followed the sidewalk along White Street. About two months ago, I was a few miles into a Sunday morning group run, with a few people that were probably going a little too fast for me. The tip of a toe caught a tiny seam in the sidewalk in this same location, launching me into a tuck-and-roll. I was fortunate to get out of it with only a scrape on my right knee. This evening I was very deliberate about picking up my feet, watching for every crack in the sidewalk. There were some palm fronds along the left side of the path, which I was careful to duck under, knowing that the edge of the leaves might be sharp. At about 1-1/2 miles in, the first water stop was ahead, at the crosswalk from White Street onto the protected part of the Beltline. I pulled ahead of Linda to get to the right side to walk through the water stop. Since it wasn't extremely warm, I didn't carry my own water, and I knew from past races exactly where the water stops would be.  

30 seconds walking across the street, then I returned to running along the "Crayola" stretch of the Beltline. Mile 2 in 9:25, right on plan. It was warm but not unpleasantly so; at times there was a nice refreshing breeze. Around this point in the race, I was running alongside a younger man who asked me if I used to do the group runs at Big Peach Decatur before the pandemic - and I recognized him as well, Alan was his name. We had a nice chat, catching up. I sensed that I was running a little faster to stay even with Alan, but we were also heading downhill, so my effort was (probably) sustainable. Mile 3 in 9:13, 40 feet net descent. Some of the lead runners were already on the return trip, including Jacque Hartley and then Luke Butler, both running well. At the north end of the paved Beltline at Washington Park, I slowed down for the water stop, accepting a cup of Powerade. Alan continued ahead, while I took a 30-second walk break, then returned to running the short loop around Ella Mae Wade Brayboy park. 

By this time, the ice had completely melted, so I put the cool towel around my neck, trying to adjust it under the top of the singlet so that it stayed in place. Alan was about 50 - 100 feet ahead. Coming out of the park, I accepted a cup of water, another 30 second walk break even though it was only been a few minutes. But I knew from past experience that the return trip would be tough. "Relax and glide" I told myself, going into the second half of the race. Mile 4 in 9:28. I was really happy with my consistency so far, but was beginning to tire. Fortunately I regularly run the Westside Beltline, so I always had a good sense of exactly where I was relative to the finish. I occasionally passed other participants who had slowed down dramatically, I just kept moving streadily ahead. This stage was gently but continually uphill. Approaching the Crayola section, I picked up a little speed, knowing that the White Street water stop was coming up. A couple of volunteers cheered us forward, I gave them both high fives as I passed between them. 

Walking through the water stop, moving onto the White Street sidewalk, the mile 5 alert sounded, just as I remembered from previous years. 9:34 was the slowest mile of my race, but with 42 feet net ascent, that was quite consistent with regard to effort. With just 2 kilometers to go, I now began to push myself a bit, but was confident enough that I had banked enough energy to finish in quality fashion. I remembered the hazardous seams in the sidewalk, remembered again to pick up my feet. We made a left diagonal turn onto Mathews Street. Tim Parker was cheering us at the turn, which I greatly appreciated, as we ran that block uphill. This wasn't a surprise: this time I maintained the running motion, although I was moving more slowly. I passed one walker, kept running all the way past the right turn onto Lawton Street. As we neared the overpass, I finally decided to take another walk break. That wasn't planned, but I felt that I had better take the short break if I wanted to finish strongly. 

Returning to running over the Lawton Street overpass, finally the road levelled out and then gently downhill. The race photographer was ahead, I passed her and then made the U-turn to return to the Beltline. About 50 feet behind me I saw a young woman, I hoped to stay ahead of her. In front of me were a couple of men. I began to pick up some speed running down the ramp. I took a quick look at my watch: 54 minutes and 5.8 miles elapsed. Less than 4 minutes, so I was on track to run a course-best! "Don't slow down!" I told myself. A runner in a white shirt was moving slowly, I caught up to him, passed on the right. It was a little tight on the Beltline, he kindly guided me around him with a hand on my back. Up ahead was another runner in a dark shirt. He was running better but I managed to catch up to him and pass him. At some point, the mile 6 alert sounded, 9:24, 56:37 elapsed. I could see the MARTA track in the distance, the finish line must be close. The Beltline took a gentle left turn and I could see people gathering around the finish area. To my surprise, I heard footsteps on my right, the runner in the dark shirt had thrown in a final kick, passing me as I heard the cheers on the crowd. I couldn't match his strong finish, but consistently moved every closer to the finish line. I could see Bonnie up ahead with her cellphone capturing the finish. I saw 57:33 on the race clock, official time 57:24. Definitely a personal best in four races on this course! 


I'm soaked with sweat

accepting a not-so-high five from Stephanie Batson

I was gasping for oxygen, Bonnie captured the moment

I had used up all of my energy, but I had run the entire race very consistently, very proud to have perfectly managed the pacing from start-to-finish. I needed a few minutes to recover and rehydrate, walked to my car to change into a dry shirt and change out my SuperShoes for regular running shoes, then headed into the Monday Night Garage brewery for the awards ceremony. 2nd place male grandmaster! And I was less than a minute behind 1st place, although I don't think that I could have done anything more to finish faster than I did. 

I was 2nd place, should have stood on the left side of the podium
instead of on the bronze medal lower level! 

The guy that sprinted past me at the end was only 46 years old, 
so I can't feel too badly about that!