2010 Baystate Marathon

October 17, 2010

Early on around mile 5,
Mike Tarratino leading, myself, John Chesto. George Adams in back

For the third year, Lowell, Mass played host for the New England Track and Field Association's Grand Prix finale. Like the previous two years, New England weather was promising to wreak havoc on marathon hopefuls. I witnessed some of the worse conditions I ever had the displeasure to run in last year. Low 40s to start. A wet mixture of rain and snow, in the mid 30's to finish. Those that stuck around for some post race festivities had a couple inches of white stuff to clear off the car before the drive home. I swore then and there to never return.



The Weather Channel has been tracking a classic Nor'Easter slowly crawling it's way up the East Coast. Mid-week forecasts are looking dire, and more dire, as Sunday draws near. I refuse to hold any hope of better fortune this year. Halloween is only two weeks away, after all. Perhaps this race is cursed. Or maybe I was just focused on running the best I could, without regard to a specific goal time or PR to best. But for whatever the reason I'm fine with any crappy weather we may get. Besides everyone will race under the same conditions. My only goal is to place as high as I can in the Masters age group and help our team scoring which looks promising with Matt Helm, Mike Broulliette and myself. Hopefully I can do my part and we will crack the top 3 in the open team division.

This summer has been a mixed bag of results. I nearly PR at Beach 2 Beacon 10k in 34:53 when I wasn't expecting much of a result. The next week was a total flop at Falmouth. I was not able to hold 6 min pace for more than 3 miles. Overall training hasn't gone that bad. I've pretty much accepted the summer is too busy a time to log the 80+ mile weeks needed to nail a marathon PR. So this year the plan was to get in plenty of races and a decent number long slow runs with some track and tempo work when I can. Final track workouts were very, very disappointing but the tempo/races felt good for the level of effort I was laying out.

For this Baystate the goal was to shoot for a top 5, maybe top 3 spot in the masters group. I knew that would be a tall order considering the competition but I was feeling good enough about my fitness to at least give it a shot. I figure it would take just under 6 minute pace to break into the top 5.


Unlike last year when I didn't give myself enough time to get there and the stress of all that left my stomach in knots, this year I arrived in plenty o' time. I got in all the stretching, bathroom and pre race rituals I needed to give myself a fair chance of running well today.

8am draws near and the weather is looking superb for running. Mid 40s'. Some wind but a near homerun as weather goes. The start line is unreasonably packed tight upfront. The usual pre-race announcement before something unusual. The National Anthem cancelled due to technical difficulties? A couple brave souls ring out the opening verses and everyone joins in. Pretty cool.

I line up only about 3 deep - exactly where I should be for my starting pace. Of course, just in front of me, someone that had no business being lined near the front is camped out. I usually take note of the people I line up behind just for that reason. Sometimes appearances can be deceiving. A 5 year-old kid, a 70 year-old women, or some chick with about 3 gallons of lord knows what kinda of fluids strapped onto a fuel belt are good warning signs. This guy looks to be somewhat normal but as the gun goes off he literally walks out the first couple steps before throwing up his hands in protest like "Hey!, Hey!, Hey! What's going on!!! Why everyone's in such a rush?"



Any whose and any how's, an amusing start to the day. I find a decent groove right out the gate - lay out a perfect six point zero first mile. I'm just trying to assess where other Master group runners are. Titus Mutinda and Joseph Koech (the later I learned after the race had switched over to the half) were two I considered no chance of beating. I can only hold out hope that they race themselves out the top 5 going out too fast with the top young guns. It happens. As usual the early pace of those top guys is beyond me and I can't even calculate precisely how many 40+ guys may have escaped. But immediataly up ahead, within my vision, I spy very few possible 40+ guys. Dan Verrington with his trademark goatee is a easy ID. He is only seconds up ahead in a small group.

As it should be, not much happens for the first couple miles. Once the half marathon and full marathon split up things start to take shape. I find myself in a well forming pack of about six clicking off just a hair under 6 minute pace. We were picking up a few, dropping a few, and passing a couple holding together tightly in a group of maybe six.

At about four miles we are joined by Brian Ruhm, I believe. Brian (at least I hope I got the name right) says Hi. He mentions he checked out my race report on last year Baystate and asked what today's goal was. Funny because last year at this almost exact point in the race, Brian pulled up along me and asked that very exact question. Deja'vu all over again.



I get a little lift from Brian's words. Not because someone actually recognized me as a possible age group contender, but because someone might actually be reading this freaking blog! Never the one for much conversing during a race, I retort a quick "Thanks" and respond to his 2:40 pace inquiry with a "Nope. I hope a bit faster! It's time to close down the next group"

With that I get to the front and start moving our group up to Verrington's.

I was holding steady and even with a core set of now 4 or 5 runners. One I recognize from other races is George Adams. George more resembles a rugby player than your typical rail thin runner. But race him just once and you won't be fooled again by his rugged maybe 180 lb. frame. This guy can flat out run - and not just the short fast stuff. Runs about 74 minutes for the half up in Swanzey, NH - and that's no pancake flat course. The group is headed up by George is two other runners, that I don't know. They are intent on keeping this group clicking off at sub 2:36 pace. I do my best to take some turns up front breaking the wind keeping the pace up.

Tim Cataggio leading early around mile 10,
myself, then Mike Tarratino
Photo: Krisky / Smug Mug



The wind is not terrible but it does seem a factor. As each of us pulls off the front and tucks behind, the effort put forth is subtle but apparent to the watchful eye. We all seem to be mutually benefiting from our collective effort. We are not mowing down runners in front of us but we are making steady progress. It's also very early in the race. Many miles to go.

We go thru 5 miles in about 29:45 and then ten miles in 59:35. It was at this point last year where I had to pull off and take care off business behind a tree. And with that, last year's race was over. I make sure to take note of that point and draw some motivation knowing there won't be a repeat performance of that this year. Right around 10 miles I see Mike Brouillette in a shuffle. Actually more like slow hobbling gimp. I shout out some encouragement for my teammate but it's apparent my words will be strictly consolatory. An injured hip has left Mike with no choice but to DNF. With Mike gone and Carlos Rivera, who I have not heard close behind since the start, our shot at a top 3 in the open team has gone up in smoke.

The group has strung out like a single file - about 6 deep clicking off nice even splits with one or two runners swapping up and back in the front keeping the pace. We hit the half in 1:18:15. I'm feeling good and up in the front of the pack as we cross the bridge. As we make our way to close out the second bridged loop, the pack is changing somewhat in composition. John Chesto, who I seen in races before and get his due share of mentions in New England Runner, has joined us and is adding words of encouragement to keep the pace going strong.

The group has whittled down to just George, John and myself by 17 miles but  I'm starting to fade. The wind wasn't too bad, much better than prior years, but it was enough to make a difference for me. Fatigue was setting in. I couldn't make my way to the front to pace anymore and was just hanging on behind George and John.

I work to stay on them thru 20 miles in just under 2 hours but then a gap grows and from there I slip into 6:15, then 6:30 pace when we merge with the 1/2 marathon jog/walkers. George and John break free and are out of sight.

Around mile 21, starting to fall off pace from Chesto

I didn't totally blow up but I couldn't keep a full stride going anymore. I got re-passed by about 4 guys, including Brian - all in the last 4 miles. Physically I was close to spent but I'm pretty sure I could have pressed just a bit more and squeezed out a 2:39. A bit more mentally beaten down, than physical.

Still, overall, I'm very happy with the result. A step in the right direction. Think I got another 2:36 in me next year.

Feel decent enough now - some blisters and Achilles are a bit sore, but normal for running that long in racing flats.

Photos: krissyk / smugmug

My Splits:
5:59  5:54    11:56 5:55    5 miles 29:44
12:01     5:56     11:54   10 miles 59:35
5:58 6:02 6:01 6:03 6:01   15 miles 1:29:40, 1:18:15 Half
6:02 6:01 6:01 6:02 6:07   20 miles 1:59:54
6:15 6:25 6:30 6:38 6:33   25 miles 2:32:14
6:39 1:37                           2:40:19

Place Div/Tot Name No. Ag Club City St Time Net Time Pace
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1 1/183 PATRICK MOULTON 2260 28 BOSTON ATHLETIC ASSO PROVIDENCE RI 2:24:41 2:24:38.2* 5:32
2 1/285 TERRY SHEA JR 21 36 BOSTON ATHLETIC ASSO CAMBRIDGE MA 2:24:44 2:24:42.6* 5:32
3 2/183 BRANDON NEWBOULD 2240 29 WHIRLAWAY DOVER NH 2:25:05 2:25:03.1* 5:33
4 3/183 MATT HELM 219 24 GREATER SPRINGFIELD LONGMEADOW MA 2:26:17 2:26:13.9* 5:35
5 2/285 RYAN CARRARA 284 34 NEW BALANCE BOSTON HUDSON MA 2:27:11 2:27:07.7* 5:37
6 4/183 ANDY MCCARRON 71 27 CENTRAL MASS STRIDER KEENE NH 2:27:26 2:27:22.9* 5:38
7 3/285 JIM JOHNSON 66 33 CENTRAL MASS STRIDER SALEM NH 2:27:36 2:27:33.7* 5:38
8 4/285 JEFF SCOVILL 1898 36 MINNEAPOLIS MN 2:28:02 2:27:58.1* 5:39
9 5/183 SCOTT LESLIE 68 29 CENTRAL MASS STRIDER RUTLAND MA 2:28:16 2:28:13.4* 5:40
10 5/285 DANIEL MCCUE 1521 33 CAMBRIDGE MA 2:28:34 2:28:30.6* 5:41
11 6/183 DAVID NASH 1625 29 JERSEY CITY NJ 2:29:50 2:29:46.4* 5:43
12 7/183 TOM DEEG 2242 29 WHIRLAWAY EASTHAM MA 2:30:10 2:30:08.2* 5:44
13 8/183 TIMOTHY CATOGGIO 357 25 TEAM RUN SOUTH_BOSTON MA 2:32:54 2:32:51.6* 5:51
14 1/310 JASON PORTER 2246 40 WHIRLAWAY BEDFORD NH 2:33:44 2:33:41.5* 5:52
15 2/310 TITUS MUTINDA 358 45 TEAM RUN LOWELL MA 2:34:07 2:34:05.6* 5:53
16 6/285 MARK HUDSON 2239 33 WHIRLAWAY READING MA 2:34:19 2:34:17.3* 5:54
17 7/285 GREG HAMMETT 62 33 CENTRAL MASS STRIDER CHESTERFIELD NH 2:34:34 2:34:31.4* 5:54
18 8/285 JEFF EDMONDS 896 33 NASHVILLE TN 2:35:58 2:35:54.2* 5:58
19 3/310 MARK GIBSON 2243 43 WHIRLAWAY DURHAM NH 2:36:19 2:36:16.6* 5:58
20 4/310 GEORGE ADAMS 49 40 CENTRAL MASS STRIDER GILSUM NH 2:37:24 2:37:20.2* 6:01
21 9/285 RICK BRANDT 14 35 BOSTON ATHLETIC ASSO SALEM MA 2:37:58 2:37:54.4* 6:02
22 5/310 JOE DONNELLY 113 42 GCS - TRIAD RACING T DRACUT MA 2:37:59 2:37:56.3* 6:02
23 10/285 JON CHESTO 167 39 GREATER BOSTON TRACK SOUTH_BOSTON MA 2:38:24 2:38:21.5* 6:03
24 11/285 MATTIJS VAN MAASAKKE 34 30 CAMBRIDGE RUNNING CL BOSTON MA 2:39:38 2:39:28.0* 6:06
25 6/310 JOE NOONAN 230 42 GREEN MOUNTAIN ATHLE BURLINGTON VT 2:39:57 2:39:52.8* 6:07
26 12/285 JIM PAWLICKI 75 36 CENTRAL MASS STRIDER BEVERLY MA 2:40:04 2:40:01.1* 6:07
27 1/153 MARTIN TIGHE 366 52 TUESDAY NIGHT TURTLE PROVIDENCE RI 2:40:11 2:40:07.3* 6:07
28 7/310 BRIAN RUHM 144 45 GCS - TRIAD RACING T NASHUA NH 2:40:18 2:40:15.0* 6:07
29 8/310 ROBERT LANDRY 221 42 GREATER SPRINGFIELD LUDLOW MA 2:40:21 2:40:19.1* 6:08
30 9/310 KEN TRIPP 79 40 CENTRAL MASS STRIDER AMESBURY MA 2:40:28 2:40:25.0* 6:08
56 4/153 CHARLIE MUSE 223 54 GREATER SPRINGFIELD WILBRHAM MA 2:52:12 2:52:07.5* 6:35
71 26/285 CARLOS RIVERA 225 36 GREATER SPRINGFIELD SPRINGFIELD MA 2:56:31 2:56:27.3* 6:45
185 65/285 MIKE LESCARBEAU 222 39 GREATER SPRINGFIELD AGAWAM MA 3:10:11 3:10:04.0* 7:16
207 73/285 BRIAN WALSH 227 35 GREATER SPRINGFIELD LUDLOW MA 3:12:08 3:11:25.5* 7:19
234 84/285 SANJAY ARWADE 212 36 GREATER SPRINGFIELD AMHERST MA 3:15:26 3:15:16.7* 7:28
408 33/153 NORM FULLER 217 50 GREATER SPRINGFIELD LUDLOW MA 3:27:41 3:26:40.9* 7:54
484 146/285 MIKE GAUVIN 218 35 GREATER SPRINGFIELD LUDLOW MA 3:32:53 3:32:10.5 8:06
994 104/153 DOUG BIELEFELD 214 51 GREATER SPRINGFIELD EAST LONGMEADOW MA 4:02:21 4:01:20.0 9:13
1545 36/36 MIKE PASSMORE 224 62 GREATER SPRINGFIELD SPRINGFIELD MA 5:49:36 5:47:33.2 13:16

http://www.coolrunning.com/results/10/ma/Oct17_BaySta_set1.shtml

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******** MENS OPEN TEAM RESULTS
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1. CENTRAL MASS STRIDERS
2:27:23 2:27:34 2:28:14 (2:34:32) (2:37:21) = 7:23:11
ANDY MCCARRON, JIM JOHNSON, SCOTT LESLIE, GREG HAMMETT, GEORGE ADAMS

2. BOSTON ATHLETIC ASSOC
2:24:39 2:24:43 2:37:55 (2:41:41) (2:47:04) = 7:27:17
PATRICK MOULTON, TERRY SHEA JR, RICK BRANDT, BEN SCHERSTEN, RYAN
LAFLEUR

3. WHIRLAWAY
2:25:04 2:30:09 2:33:42 (2:34:18) (2:36:17) = 7:28:55
BRANDON NEWBOULD, TOM DEEG, JASON PORTER, MARK HUDSON, MARK GIBSON

4. GREATER SPRINGFIELD HARRIERS
2:26:14 2:40:20 2:52:08 (2:56:28) (3:10:04) = 7:58:42
MATT HELM, ROBERT LANDRY, CHARLIE MUSE, CARLOS RIVERA, MIKE LESCARBEAU

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******** MENS MASTERS TEAM RESULTS
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1. WHIRLAWAY
2:33:42 2:36:17 2:40:56 (2:47:53) (3:03:08) = 7:50:55
JASON PORTER, MARK GIBSON, CHRIS SPINNEY, EPHRAIM EZEKIEL, MARTY
LECHLEIDER

2. CENTRAL MASS STRIDERS
2:37:21 2:40:25 2:43:04 (2:58:03) (3:07:06) = 8:00:50
GEORGE ADAMS, KEN TRIPP, DAN VERRINGTON, DAVE DUNHAM, ERNIE BRAKE

3. GCS - TRIAD RACING TEAM
2:37:57 2:40:15 2:44:37 (3:10:44) (3:14:26) = 8:02:49
JOE DONNELLY, BRIAN RUHM, MARK ENGERMAN, STEVE WOLFE, DENIS
TRANCHEMONTAGNE

4. GREATER SPRINGFIELD HARRIERS
2:40:20 2:52:08 3:26:41 (4:01:20) (5:47:34) = 8:59:09
ROBERT LANDRY, CHARLIE MUSE, NORM FULLER, DOUG BIELEFELD, MIKE
PASSMORE

Baystate Marathon

Sunday, October 18, 2009
USATF New England Grand Prix Marathon Championship

Lowell Massachusetts was the repeat host for the USATF New England Grand Prix finale this past Sunday. The word was about six or so runners were shooting to go sub 2:30 even with last year’s top three Baystaters’ (Matt Pelletier, Ryan Carrara, and local Joe Hegarty) and #2 and #3 in this year overall standings out of action (Dan Vassallo adiNE and Matt Ely BAA). One name present this year: The GP individual leader Justin Fyfe who has been solid, improving with each and every race, and a clear pre-race favorite.



My expectations: a bit lower. 2:40. Maybe a minute or two faster if things go well. I do my best marathon training over the winter months. Summer being a busy time of the year to log the high volume weeks required to perform well at this distance. During the summer months the weekly mileage typically drops from a very consistent high 80’s to a varying mid 50-60 on average. The summer’s race season went reasonably well but not as great as I hoped. But I seem to be coming into some decent form as of late so expectations were muted but with shades of cautiously optimistic brushed in.

Like most others waiting in limbo during the final taper week, I check the weekend weather reports daily. It’s not looking good. Last year’s race temps were in the cool mid 40’s with very blustery winds that got worse as the day went on. By the final miles the wind gust reached 30-40mph. Mother Nature was promising an encore performance: with a bonus touch – some significant wet snow/rain with temps hovering just over the freezing point. Last year after all that hard work preparing for a sub 2:40, I was upset, no pissed-off, that I got screwed out of the PR I was so deserving of.

Eventually that bitterness goes away and, if you’re wise enough, you’ll draw from that experience, building the character and motivation required to succeed the next time out. I think I did just that. Over the winter months I steadily built back up my morale, determination and focus, logging some very good months that somehow seemed to strike a perfect balance between volume, quality and recovery. As the months progressed, my fitness level seemed to reach new levels without my body breaking down like it did last year.

I started the year by logging weeks in the 80’s - about 10-20 miles a week less than the previous year. I can’t honestly say at this point if last year’s big mileage weeks were the prerequisite to get to where I presently was, or I in fact, they were a detour that I was fortunate to navigate thru. Hopefully time will tell. But what’s clear was that I felt fitter, faster this time around. The speed workouts and early season race results confirmed this. By the time April came around, I could feel it in my bones. It was shaping up to big PR at Boston. The 2:36:46 was no surprise. The 2:42:59 at Holyoke two weeks later even less of a shock.

What was somewhat surprising: finding motivation after a very successful campaign can be just as hard as after an all-out failure. Despite a somewhat productive summer race season, I found myself in somewhat of an abyss without a goal marathon location or time to shoot for. The Hartford Marathon director showed no interest to my email request into their ‘New England Finest’ program. Unless you run in the 2:20’s, New York requires an early May commitment, right when I’m coming off Holyoke . The thought of another marathon training cycle seems less than appealing at that time. The master’s marathon championship in Twin Cites peeks my interest. A far travel that feels deserving of an all-in type effort. I just wasn’t there. Where I am, is here: a mid-October Sunday, 5 in the AM - cold, dark and raw - driving down the Mass Pike to Lowell, Massachusetts.

The day started bad – poor communication and execution on race day preparation. We get off later than originally planned and underestimate the time it will take to get into the parking garage once we get there. About 30 minutes is all Joe Fois and I have to get our bib numbers, hit the bathroom, and get in a short warm-up: stupid rookie mistakes by season runners. No excuse.
I got to the start line in ample time but I forgot my gu’s, body glide and band-aids for my nipples. The gu’s will not needed because with all the last minute panic, I have worked my stomach into knots. Maybe it was the adrenaline or the acceptance that it was going to be a crap day, it just didn’t feel that cold. I go with scull-cap, gloves, race singlet and arm warmers and that seemed just fine. You could feel the dampness in the air foretelling rain was inevitable. The less heavy cold wet clothes to weigh you down later on, the better.

The plan was to try to hit 6:00/pace early on and if it fortune befalls maybe a good group of runners will form. If such a group takes shape then stick with it as long as possible. Avoid an all day solo effort battling the wind and rain. Right around mile 3 a runner pulls up alongside and asks what I’m looking to run. Brian Ruhm, I believe, based on some race photos. I tell Brian 2:40 or better. He says this is his first marathon in four years and he’s looking to run 2:40 too. I recite the 6:03 mile 4 split 24:07 to see if he acknowledges that this is more like 2:38 pace. There’s no real response from Brian but he looks to be motoring along quite well. So we run side by side for a while and pick up a couple of runners on the next two miles. Before the Tyngsboro Bridge, we have grown into a pack of four runners adding Robert Emord of GBTC and Bob Dabrieo of Whirlaway and Per Ekegerd - again based on race photos, not familiarity of these guys.

Now that I have the opportunity to see the race results, name and faces, it explains why over these past couple of miles there been an unusual high number of people shouting out encouragement for me by name. “Go get them Bob”. “Bob you’re a beast”. Unusual because I only recognize a few faces and voices for sure. Brian’s has to inquire. “Ok which one of you is Bob and how the hell did you get such a big fan club” I pause for minute to see if anyone else pipes up - in part because I’m fully engrossed in the race effort to do much conversing. But mostly because I doubt I’m that popular. Oh, well, guess I’m not that lucky. Brian is the lucky one: surrounded by Bob’s

Joe Ryan of RUN team bridges the gap up to us at mile 9 and we close up on my GSH teammate Carlos Rivera. For a brief moment the pack is grown to six and we’re clicking off even sixes moving along nicely; an all too brief moment for me. My stomach has been churning for the past couple of miles and by mile 10 it’s becoming apparent I won’t be able to gut it out for another 16 miles. I’m going to have to make a pit stop. The sooner the better. So at mile 11 I stake out the biggest tree for maximum coverage and take care of business as expedient as I can. A couple hundred feet more and I spot a porta-potty where I decide to finish the deed once and for all and get back to racing once again. An 8:30 mile. Two minutes and 30 seconds is the damage done.

I get it back in gear quickly aided more by a rush of adrenaline than a smooth, efficient stride. 1:21:47 for the half (Mile 12-13 6:03, 6:13 up over the bridge). I spot teammate Carlos shortly thereafter and pass him around mile 15. He’s clearly not having a good day. He guts out a 3:30. The next runner in sight of note was Brian McNiece. I recognize him by his Narragassett singlet and a somewhat tallish frame. Mike ran a 2:45 3rd place at the Holyoke Marathon this May. A couple of 6:03 and 6:04 miles ands the gap closes to less than 15 seconds before the second pass of the Tyngsboro Bridge. I use the decline off the bridge to pass one more runner, getting to within maybe 10 seconds of Brian. That was the closest I will get today. The 6:15 then 6:20 miles start creeping in. By mile 20 it’s clear I’m not going to catch Brian and more importantly a sub 2:40 is long far gone.

As I pass the bridge that closes out the 2nd loop the cluster of half marathon walk-joggers merge in between Brian and myself. Like last year I lose focus on the runner ahead and instead let the slow drone-like pace of the halfer’s creep into my psyche. I think it was at this point I declare the race over.

6:21 and 6:29 miles follow. By mile 23, a 6:38. Then all of a sudden, without warning, GBTC’s Tomoaki Uchiki flies by me like I’m standing still. I don’t remember ever being passed that easily before. A shock to the system. I needed that. I’m sure if that didn’t happen at that point I would have settled into 7 min pace for the remainder. Getting passed that harshly stokes the fire a little and I get somewhat back into the race. But the engine has downshifted into economy mode and 6:33 pace will be all that I’m willing to reply with.

Then the real unfortunate happens. I let not one, not two, but three runners pass me in miles 24-25. I never should have let that happen once I spotted them. Two of them are Whirlaway men. Mike Cooney and Criag Fram - big time master runners.

Mike and Craig are seasoned racers and after a patiently biding their time are now finishing off in a strong 6 flat pace teaching the less savvy, skilled runners like myself more than smart pacing. No matter what kind of day you are having. No matter how sure in your head that you have locked in, or been shut out of the top positions - never stop pushing.

Mike keeps looking back, checking his progress and applying the gas to discourage any thoughts of chasing him down. It’s not a look of panic. It’s the look of a season racer, a fighter, who lives for these moments. Whether or not I’m strong enough to respond and beat him to the finish, he put himself in position to win. He’s not going to lose without a fight.

Without focus, without drive, I put in only a slight fight to reclaim position. I chase down the one non-master of the trio - token consolation. The race was right there in front of me but it didn’t matter. I was, at that point – completely detached from the race. A humbling, but hopefully, a learning experience. There’s a difference between running fast and racing. For some racing comes naturally. Perhaps for myself, it will take some more losses to engrain that killer instinct needed to make it to the next level.


Results

# Pl/Div Div Pace Net Name Team

1 1/187 M2029 5:39 2:27:53 Brandon Newbould WHIRL
2 2/187 M2029 5:40 2:28:15 Justin Fyffe CMS
3 3/187 M2029 5:41 2:29:02 Andy McCarron CMS
4 1/296 M3039 5:48 2:31:40 Mark Hudson WHIRL
5 4/187 M2029 5:49 2:32:26 Tom Casey RUN
6 5/187 M2029 5:50 2:32:46 Tom Deeg WHIRL
7 6/187 M2029 5:51 2:33:08 Scott Leslie CMS
8 2/296 M3039 5:54 2:34:33* Joe Navas WHIRL
9 7/187 M2029 5:54 2:34:35 Matthew Terrasi
10 8/187 M2029 5:54 2:34:39 Mike Brown BAA
11 3/296 M3039 5:55 2:34:48 Ryan Aschbrenner GBTC
12 4/296 M3039 5:56 2:35:11 Mike Brouillette GSH
13 5/296 M3039 6:01 2:37:46 Jim Johnson CMS
14 1/317 M4049 6:02 2:38:05 Titus Mutinda RUN
15 6/296 M3039 6:04 2:38:46 Per Ekegerd
16 9/187 M2029 6:05 2:39:14 Joseph Ryan RUN
17 10/187 M2029 6:10 2:41:32 Kevin Tilton CMS
18 7/296 M3039 6:11 2:41:58 Chris Mahoney WHIRL
19 8/296 M3039 6:12 2:42:31 Tomoaki Uchiki GBTC
20 11/187 M2029 6:14 2:43:13 Robert Emord GBTC
21 2/317 M4049 6:14 2:43:17* Mike Cooney WHIRL
22 9/296 M3039 6:14 2:43:20 Brian McNeiece NRA
23 3/317 M4049 6:14 2:43:24 Brian Ruhm
24 12/187 M2029 6:16 2:44:20 Tim Stickney GBTC
25 4/317 M4049 6:17 2:44:40 Joseph Koech RUN
26 1/159 M5059 6:17 2:44:44* Craig Fram WHIRL
27 5/317 M4049 6:18 2:44:52 Mark Engerman TRIAD
28 6/317 M4049 6:19 2:45:17 Robert Landry GSH

My Splits...

5:59,
12:00 (6:01),
18:02 (6:02),
24:07 (6:05),
30:11 (6:04),
36:16 (6:05),
42:20 (6:04),
48:23 (6:03)
1:00:23 (12:00),
1:08:54 (8:31),
1:14:58 (6:04),
1:21:10 (6:12), 1:21:47
1:27:14 (6:04),
1:33:16 (6:02),
1:39:30 (6:14),
1:45:45 (6:15),
1:51:59 (6:14),
1:58:13 (6:14),
2:04:34 (6:21),
2:11:03 (6:29),
2:17:28 (6:25),
2:24:06 (6:38),
2:30:39 (6:33),
2:37:13 (6:34),
2:43:47 (6:34),
2:45:15 (1:28)