I started getting back in running shape 9 years ago, when I turned 40. I started off fairly mediocre at a 23 minute 5K but eventually got it down below 19 minutes and started picking up some age group awards. Being that I’m 49 this year and will soon be 50, I know I’m on borrowed time and have a limited window to still obtain PRs, so for the last few years I’ve been taking my training very seriously. I consider myself lucky as I have no children so besides work I can dedicate most of my passion towards running. I worked my mileage up to 80 mile weeks and now my 5K is down below 18 and I’ve even started placing overall in some local races.
This last summer I competed in my local 5K with my eye onwinning the race. This would have been the first race I ever outright won. I paced myself very well and didn’t let the HS XC kids draw me out with a fast start. I hit the first mile split at 5:40 and the 2nd mile at 11:22. At this point I had caught most of the kids who had gone out in low 5 minutes and paid the price. There was just one guy up ahead. I was hurting pretty bad but set my eyes on his back and slowly reeled him in. I caught him right before the 3 mile mark and passed him with a surge and kept the momentum going towards the finish. I saw the clock flip to 17:00 and new I was inline for a decent PR and more importantly my first win.
I was kicking towards the finish, when suddenly this female Kenyan girl comes sprinting past me (I found out later she was a college XC runner who just happened to be visiting her family in a nearby town). I wound up running a 12 second PR but was disappointed that I didn’t win… I was finally going to have my moment of glory, that I trained so hard for and it was
snatched at the last second by some random foreigner.
A few weeks later at the award banquet I received the honor of “Best Master’s Runner”. I was nice to be recognized but somehow felt hollow. I stood up and gave an impassioned speech and told everyone how I was going to “train my brains out and pound that Kenyan into the ground next year” as I pounded my fists into table. In this moment I could feel the radiating admiration of the running community… they all knew that I was dead serious and definitely not a joke!