The race was the Go train station which was great. There's tons of parking by at the start line, so you can sit in your car or keep your warm clothes on right up until they play the national anthem. The weather was great too, sunny and cool, but not so cold at the start to be wishing for gloves. Local hero Ed Whitlock was there trying to set another world record. I got a picture of me with Ed, but one of us looks like hell in it and it ain't Ed, so I'm not posting it.
We headed to the outskirts of town. The cyclist in me swooned over what a lovely field it was there under the morning sunshine. I settled in just ahead of the 2hr pacer.
|Outskirts of town East|
|Outskirts of town South|
|The promised spectacular view of the escarpment|
|They were lining up for pictures with local hero Ed Whitlock|
Was that course official? Sometimes they can adjust the start/finish to reconcile the distance, but usually there's an out-and-back with a turnaround. Start/finish was right at the entrance of the parking lot. Hope so because Ed set a record for 80-84 in the half at 1:38. I'm going to come back in 35 years to try to still be within 20 minutes of that.
I hung around after trying not to look too much like I was stalking Ed. Most of my shots of him were brutal, being fuzzy or in shadows, but I got something good enough to post to his Wikipedia page.
|Oh all right, here's the pic of me with Ed|
I went to phone home to say I was on my way back but it was glued inside the satchel by now. It took quite a wipedown to rescue it.
Why haven't I done a half before? This is a great distance. It's far enough that you really have to work for it. It takes long enough that you have a sense of accomplishment. A 5 km race is over so quickly it seems hardly worth the bother. It's like Olympians in fencing who lose their first and only match in 2 minutes and that's all they get. Years of training, the long trip to the event, and over in a flash. For me, runner's delirium sets in at about the 10 km point, and fades away around 20 km. In my marathons, the 3rd quarter is fatigue and depression, and the 4th quarter is a world of pain. Here in the half marathon, it's nothing but good times.