Once again, similar to this Post from a year ago, I find myself the slow man on our club’s most competitive, open relay team
- running with 3 much, much younger teammates.
I am haunted by the memory of my performance at last year's rely - dropping our team from 3rd to 7th place. In addition, my interval sessions the past few weeks have been slow and painful. I grow irrationally anxious about my readiness for the relay. On race morning, I plead with several of the fast runners on the club's three other teams to trade places with me - but no one was willing.
And the odd twist is that there was a Master’s Division at this event. But the Race Organizers apparently felt that guys over 45 are just too weak and too feeble to run the open relay distance of 4 x 7.2-kilometers -- the Master's race is a mere 4 x 2.4-kilometers. Having old guys do a shorter distance than younger guys is counter to my theme in the earlier blog where I noted that old runners gravitated to longer and longer endurance events where we are relatively more competitive. None of my older teammates want to bother with such a short distance race (Even though arguably we should focus on speed and strength as we get older...)
So my club only fielded Open Division teams and here I was nervously waiting for the hand-off.
My team is in 12th place (out of some 241 teams) when I receive the sash (baton). I sprint off but am immediately passed by a much younger runner. And then another. And I fear the nightmare is repeating itself.
However over this longer 7.2-kilomter course (versus the ultra-short 2.9-kilometers at the Shibuya Ekiden), experience and endurance play more of a factor. I work the winding downhills and stairs midway through the course and overtake two competitors.
Ultimately I am able to hang on to the 12th place position I inherited, and even though I record the slowest time of the team's 4 runners, I am pleased to avoid letting the team down..
1 comment:
You did good, oldster!
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