Reluctant Race Report: USATF Masters 1 Mile Road Championships

The race reports where I do terrible are always so much harder to write than the ones where I do well. Not only is there a tendency to not want to publicize a failure that most people would not have noticed if it had not been brought to their attention, but there is also a lot of self-examination that goes on when one has a performance of epically bad proportions. That pretty much describes my mile race last weekend.

I run with the Playmaker’s/New Balance Masters Women’s Racing Team. We participate in a USATF Team Grand Prix Series. These are a series of races at varying distances where we can score and get awards not only as individuals but as teams in our ten year age groups. If you follow the blog, you may remember that I reported on the final team championship race last year (and my first race with the team), which was the Cross Country Team Championships.  Playmaker's women’s teams typically do well in these events, with our 60+ and 70+ teams often winning the overall championships.

I am on the 50+ team. One of the problems with the 50+ team is that many of the women are still working or have other family responsibilities that keep them from traveling to team races. We often don’t have enough women for a team (it takes at least 3). I was excited that for the mile championships because we did manage to have both a 60+ and a 50+ team.

The mile championships were in Pittsburgh this year, which made it close enough for us to travel to. Anyone who follows this blog knows how much I love a road trip, so I was excited to go. However, if you follow this blog, you may also know that I am primarily a marathoner and ultra runner. I am not by any means a miler. In fact, the idea of driving 10 hours to run a race for 7 minutes or less is pretty much the literal opposite of what I prefer to do.  Still, the lure of hanging out with this really great group of women and doing a road trip to run was more than I could resist. Of course, I was in.

Again, if you have been following the blog, you may also remember that I have been in a running slump. I had a spurt of solid training in late April and May, a few good races, including a 5k PR in early June, and then I just kind of lost it. My weekly mileage hovered at a dismal 11 mpw average in late June, July, and early August. In my defense, though, I did do quality for those 11 miles each week (really – I even did two track workouts).

Well the trip to Pittsburgh was as much fun as I thought it would be. Our fearless leader, Ruth, had everything organized. We took off on Thursday afternoon for the Friday evening race so that we could drive halfway, get to Pittsburgh early on Friday to relax and check out the course, and get ready for the race. The ride up was pleasant and uneventful. We got to Pittsburgh early Friday, and except for a brief cloudburst as we arrived at the hotel, everything went fine.

It was too early to check into our rooms, so we went to the USATF room to see if there was any free food. (Hey, we are runners! What do you expect?  What? What do you mean you don’t have to carbo load for a mile?)  While we waited, I spent my time looking up the names of the list of competitors from my age group on Athlinks, did some quick calculations, and realized that the odds were pretty darned good that I would be last in my age group. That was not good news. Oh well, I was there. What was I going to do? I pouted for a few minutes, but then decided to just enjoy the experience. We had time to pose for pictures and do a little horsing around courtesy of GNC, one of the sponsors for the race.

Pittsburgh turned out to be a very pleasant surprise. We were downtown in a really nice Wyndham Hotel. From our room we had a most awesome view of the river and the stadium. 

We went out to explore the surrounding area and scout out the course.

Downtown Pittsburgh was very cool (who knew?), with parks, statues, galleries, theaters, and shops lining the course. It was obviously an artsy part of town.

The race was being run on two main streets in the downtown area, Penn and Liberty, and the finish area was in Market Square. After stopping for a slice of pizza, we walked the entire mile and were very pleased with the course.

We headed back to the hotel to get ready. I was pretty excited because we had just gotten new team singlets made by New Balance. They are awesome! Plus this one fits without making me feel (and look) like a sausage (which is how I always felt in my old one).  We were a pretty good looking group!!

Besides the USATF Master’s Championships, there was also an open public mile race called The Liberty Mile, and elite men’s and women’s mile races. Some of the best milers in the U.S. and a few international competitors were in town for the elite race. We were very excited to run into Owen Anderson, director of the Lansing Marathon and coach of a very talented runner named Chemtai Rionotukei who among other accomplishments had won the FifthThird River Bank Run 25k back in May.  Owen said that they were excited to be competing and that he expected that we would see good things from Chemtai.   

Nerves were high before the race. Except for Ruth, none of the women from our group who were there were short distance specialists.  I was really worrying about the whole being last thing. There were only about 25 women running in our race. The road was two lanes wide, a mile long, and lined with hundreds of spectators. It would be pretty hard to hide how badly I was going to suck. (Another reason to love trail running: When you are in the woods, no one ever sees how badly you suck!)

My friend and fellow 50-54 age group teammate, Sue, and I talked briefly about race strategy and the idea of running together, since we are usually pretty evenly matched, but she had been training hard for triathlons lately, and I had not been training much at all, so I was not optimistic.

Our little group finally lined up at the start and the gun went off. Just as I suspected, a pack of runners took off. Sue and I started sensibly a little behind the main pack. I was hoping to avoid the crash I had experienced at the only other mile I had ever raced (and the getting passed at the end that went with that) so was trying to control the pace. It was hard with the pack starting off like a bunch of greyhounds, but I did manage to go out in the realm of acceptability and hit my first split pretty much right on pace.

After that I am not sure what happened. In the second quarter mile, I kind of had a mental lapse and let my pace slide. Sue slipped away a few yards, but I had to let her go. I was pretty much doing all I could to do what I was doing. It is really weird, but I remember nothing of this part of the race except following Sue’s back and seeing the pack up ahead.

I do not even remember hearing the crowd, but I do remember feeling the pain. It is amazing how long 7 minutes can feel when you are running at your max. When I hit the split at the half, I was so mad to see that my pace had slipped to over 7. That was going to make it super hard to get the 6:50 that I was hoping for. I picked it up and tried to hold on.

Finally my watch beeped to tell me that we had passed the ¾ mile. I was not dead at the end (like I had been in the earlier mile I had raced) and for a few seconds I entertained the idea of trying to see if I could catch Sue who was still a few yards ahead of me. It was then I saw the best thing of the entire weekend.

As I was looking ahead at Sue to see if she looked like she might be getting tired, I saw her posture change. I thought, “Dang, she is picking it up.”  Just then I saw why. In USATF competitions we all wear a bib with our ages on our backs. Over Sue’s shoulder, I could see a woman who had fallen off the back of the main pack, with a big 50 on the back of her singlet. She was in our age group!  I watched as Sue ran her down and passed her. It was a beautiful thing!

“Go, Sue!!” I was yelling inside my head, as I struggled for air. I also tried to pick it up, hoping to catch the faltering woman, but it was not to be. As the finishing clock approached, I watched it tick past 6:50  (my goal pace) and 6:55 (my previous mile time). It ticked on toward 7:00. NOOO!! My “C” goal had been to be under 7:00. I crossed the line at what I hoped was 6:57 (but what later turned out to be 6:58).  I was not last in the race (there were women all the way up to the 70+ age group), but I was pretty sure I was last in my AG. How depressing!

I found Sue to congratulate her and tell her how awesome she was. Then we looked for the rest of the team. Everyone (except me) had run really well.  Most had PRd, and the 60+ women had won the team competition. It was awesome! Ruth also was 1^st and last in her age group. (She was the only one in the 65+ group.)

Probably the second most amazing thing that happened that night was the performance of Chemtai. She finished third in a really tight race. She was just four seconds behind first and the third and fourth place runners were within a hundredth of a second of one another: 4:35.10/4:35.15, with fifth place at 4:35.90. Talk about close!! That is such an awesome accomplishment for her. I am sure we will be hearing more great things about her in the future!  I could tell Owen was really proud of her.

Owen and Chemtai at Playmakers to promote Owen's book Running Science

Chemtai with her 3rd place award at the Liberty Mile

I do have to say that I was pretty bummed out about my performance. Of course, my friends tried to cheer me up by telling me that I should just feel honored to have been able to compete with some of the best runners in the country. I was honored to do that, but I was also mad at myself for performing so poorly. If I had run well and been last, that is one thing, but to run so poorly and be last was what bothered me because I had nothing to blame but my own lack of training.

One of the things I love about running is I have always believed that “you get out of it what you put into it.”  I believe that saying is true when I have trained hard and done well, but the other end of the stick on that is that it also applies when I have slacked off and done poorly, like in this race. I have a screen saver on my laptop that says “You can have excuses or you can have results. You can’t have both.” I guess it is time to stop making excuses and start training!  

Race Report: USATF National Cross Country Championships Masters Women’s 6k

Ellen, Donna, Ruth, and me ready to race!
(Photo courtesy of Mitch of the Ann Arbor Track Club)

This past weekend I had another great opportunity to run with the Playmaker’s Elite/New Balance Master Women's Racing Team at the National Cross Country Championships in St. Louis. I was accepted to the team this past September, but have been in a pretty sorry state since joining running-wise, with medical problems severely limiting my ability to train. I attended my first and second cross country events, including the USATF National Club Cross Country Championships, which I wrote about in an earlier post, with very spotty training, and my times definitely reflected that.  I was looking forward to this race as a chance to redeem myself somewhat (although I am still in the early stages of rebuilding my fitness).

This race was the start of the USATF Masters Club Grand Prix Series so was the first team event of the year. These are a series of events which include team races in the various 10 year age groups.  Unfortunately, not enough 50+ women were available for the weekend for this race, so I was running as a solo runner. However,  I was traveling with the 60+ team, who are an amazing group of runners and who are defending national champions in their division in the series!

We headed out early Friday morning in the cold, snow, and ice here in Michigan, but as we headed south, although it was still cold, the roads cleared. By the time we got to St. Louis, there was no snow on the ground. We drove to the course in St. Louis’ Forest Park, which is a huge park filled with museums, sports fields, theaters, and other recreation areas.   It was easy to spot the cross country course because many of the teams were out running on it. We took a quick look but did not have time to run it ourselves because we needed to get checked in at the hotel and ready for the pasta dinner and movie that evening.

Not running related, but one of the cool sculptures/statues in Forest Park

We were staying at the Sheraton about 10 minutes from the course. It was not the host hotel, which was the Crowne Plaza, but was just around the corner from it. We checked in to our beautiful room with a great view of the city, including the Arch, and then headed over to packet pick-up at the Crowne Plaza. That went smoothly, and we got ready for the pasta dinner and showing of the movie The Long GreenLine, which is about the legendary cross country coach Joe Newton and his team from York High School in Illinois. I will cover that in more detail in another post. I will just say here that it was a wonderfully motivating experience that put us in the right frame of mind for the race the following morning.

Our race on Saturday morning was at 9:15 am. There was a 4k community race before ours, the master’s men after, then high school and junior races, and the men’s and women’s Open divisions following that. There was quite a crowd for the open race because it was a selection race for the national teams. Several elite athletes were there for the race, including Deena Kastor and Shalane Flanagan on the women’s side and Dathan Ritzenhein and Matt Tegenkamp  on the men’s side.

We arrived at Forest Park. It was a chilly morning, so we were relieved to find that just as promised there were ample warming tents for athletes to be able to get out of the cold. The community 4k race was just starting, so we got a chance to get a look at the flow of the course by watching the runners make the circuits. I was delighted to find that the course included a very long section of downhill that was covered on each loop. Of course, on a loop, what goes down, must come up. We had seen the uphill side of the course when we parked. It was also a fairly gradual uphill with a few steeper climbs mixed in. I felt the course suited my strengths pretty well and was optimistic.   

Course Map (We did 3 loops)

As I mentioned, the course is a series of loops around the park. The 6k, which is what the master’s women run, was three loops of the course. There was not much chance of getting lost on the course, as it was all open and extremely well marked (partially because one of our runners had made a wrong turn the year before on one of the loops). The race director had really taken care that the course was well staffed this year and that there would be no chance of a mistake.  Even so, we decided to take a warm-up jog over to look at the turn we needed to make on the second loop of the course.  It revealed an even steeper downhill than the other two loops, something that I filed away in the back of my mind as another positive of the course for me.

We spent the rest of the pre-race time talking to some of the other women. We ran into Terry and Sara from Lexington whom we had met at the pasta dinner, and also ran into some of the master’s men from the Ann Arbor Track Club who were also down for the men’s event.  We picked up our box assignments and were ready to go.  As we approached the starting line, I had two goals for the race: run a smart and evenly-paced race and improve my time over the poor performance in December.

We lined up at the start. This race was much smaller than the Club Championships, with only about 30 women (rather than the 90 in the Club Championships). I promised myself that I would not go out too fast as I had in December, so when the gun went off, I held back the best I could.  In these races, I am still at the very back of the pack, and it is so hard not to want to try to run further up where I would normally be in a typical local road race.  I was more prepared for this than I had been in December, though, and was able to hold myself back. I had planned to go out at about 8:20 pace and was pleased to see, as I went around the corner and started the long downhill that I was at about an 8:10 pace. I hit the first half mile split at about a 7:52 pace, but I was okay with that because I felt very comfortable and knew that the downhill had helped push the pace up a bit. I was pretty sure I was not out too fast, but time would tell.

As we were making the first circuit, the men from the AnnArbor Track Club were just fantastic. They were running back and forth on the course to meet us at various sections and cheer us on.  They did not know my name, but they would cheer for me “Go, Playmakers!” and I could hear them cheering for Ruth by name, as she was running close behind me. It was so great to have their encouragement out there! (Thanks, guys, if any of you are reading this!)   

We made a left turn at the bottom of the long downhill portion and began the uphill side of the course. I settled in and adjusted the pace down to closer to the 8:20 that I was hoping for.  I was pleasantly surprised at how well I was handling the uphill. I have been doing regular hill training since the last meet (where to my extreme mortification, I had had to walk on the uphill section in front of a gaggle of spectators – I was anxious not to repeat that performance. There is nothing like fear of humiliation to keep the motivation level high for training).  As I completed the steepest of the uphills and the first circuit of the course, I was feeling great. My pace was faster than expected, an 8:04 for the uphill section of the course, but I was sure that I was not out too fast. Even so, I pulled back just a bit on the start of the downhill to recover some from the uphill section.

By this time the runners had sorted themselves out. For the last half mile or so I had found myself running behind one woman who was in the 55-59 age group, with a few more women in sight ahead of her. (In the USATF races, we wear our race number on the front and a bib with our age on our backs.) As we made the second loop of the course we came to the turn with the steep downhill. Suddenly the 55-59 women put on a surge. She was hauling down the downhill, intent on passing the women ahead. I thought, "I need to go now too. This downhill is my chance." I surged after her, passing two other women in the process (my first passes in one of these races – in December almost the entire field passed me). 

We settled into the next circuit of the uphill section.  I am used to being passed, or at least dropped, in uphill sections of races. My goal was just to sit off her shoulder and recover from the surge, but I really expected her to run away from me. I settled in about three or four stride lengths behind her. As we hit the first and smaller of the true hills on the course, I noticed that I was suddenly right on her shoulder. “Damn, “ I thought, “I think I can pass her!” So I did.  I was elated, not because she was in my age group or that the place really mattered, but because I had actually passed someone on an uphill and late in the race. Buoyed by that I looked ahead and saw that I was closing on another woman. It was Ruth’s nemesis for the race, the other woman in the 65-69 age group. By this time we were on the steepest part of the course, and I did the unthinkable (at least for me). I sped up. I went by her. In my mind, I thought, “This is for Ruth!” 

I hit the long downhill section for the final time and tried to relax and recover some. I snuck a peak down at my watch and saw that my overall pace was 8:05. I was still way ahead of my goal pace. One neat feature of this course was that runners could hear the announcer from everywhere on the course. About this time, he was announcing that the winners were coming into the finish.   That gave me hope. It would be over soon.  I checked my watch.  I was at about the 3 mile mark – less than a mile to go!  

 As we turned onto the uphill section of the course, I did not dare to look back. I was sure that those women that I passed were probably right behind and waiting to pounce. These fears were amplified because I could hear the cheers from the crowd calling another runner by name. I knew she must be close. It was starting to hurt at this point. My legs buckled a few times as we started the uphill, and my breathing started to get a bit restricted, which is a sign that I am tensing up. “Come on,” I told myself, “this is just like those .5 mile hill repeats you did last week. You can do this!”

As I got to the steepest section of the uphill, I had to resist the devil on my shoulder. He was whispering in my ear “You know, you are way ahead of your time goal. You could slow down some. It might be good to walk this hill. It won’t matter.” I told him to shut up and picked up the pace. I could see the finishing chute. It was a long one, probably about 100 yards.   I was terrified that one of those women who were stalking me was going to pass in the chute.  I was wheezing by then, but I dug deep for a finishing kick. As I got close enough to see the clock, I saw that it was under 30 minutes, but just barely.  I saw 29:50 click over! I desperately wanted to be under 30:00. It was going to be so close! I sprinted as fast as I could, but it was not meant to be. I went across the line in 30:02.  Still, I was elated. It was a 3 minute, exactly, PR over the race in December.

I knew that Ruth and the other two runners, Donna and Ellen, would be not too far behind, so I turned around and ran up along the spectator area at the finishing chute to cheer them in. Sure enough, there came Ruth. I could also see Donna and Ellen coming around on the uphill section. Our wonderful Playmakers/New Balance singlets are such a unique and beautiful color that you can spot our runners easily on the course. I cheered them all in. Everyone had great times.

After finding all of our gear, we hung around for a while, waiting for awards and returning the favor by cheering for the Ann Arbor TrackClub men in the men’s race. Just as they were finishing up, the announcer was calling us to the stand for the women’s awards. We dashed back to the awards podium. As I said, our team is a force to be reckoned with in the over 60 age groups. Donna and Ellen both took first in their respective age groups, Ruth got second in hers. The 60+ team won the team competition! I was honored to be in the company of such amazing runners. The awards were presented by 3 time Olympian and 2 time World Cross Country Champion Craig Virgin.

The 60+ Women's Champions and Craig Virgin

It was fun to play photographer while my teammates picked up their awards. At that point, we had a huge decision to make. We all wanted to stay and watch the open races, but there was still two more hours before the first one even started. We had a nine hour drive back to Lansing, and there were reports of snow in Michigan. We decided that staying for the open races would not get us back until around midnight, so we opted to leave. We were sad to miss what were some amazing races, but “you gotta do what you gotta do.”  I also wanted to say that the race director and the Big River Running Club did an excellent job of putting on a wonderful event.

Despite my improved performance, I was nowhere near the awards. I came in 6 out of 7 in my age group. However, I was delighted to find that I had moved from the bottom 15% of overall finishers to the bottom 33%, a definite improvement. I was delighted, though, to have met my goals for the race. I had run a very smart, evenly-paced race and had a 3 minute PR on top of that. I am still nowhere near where I want to be or even nowhere near where I used to be, but it is progress, and I am pleased. I guess for some reason the running gods are still smiling on me. I will enjoy it while I can. 

I would just like to end this by thanking Playmakers and NewBalance for sponsoring us and for giving me the opportunity to run with such amazing women at races of this caliber. I am honored to be on the team, and I know I speak for all of us in being thankful for their support. 

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Race Report: USATF National Club Cross Country Championships

Race Report: USATF National Club Cross Country Championships

Picture courtesy of Tetongirl Photography -- Thanks, Lisa!!

This past weekend I ran in the USATF National Club Cross Country Championships in Lexington, KY. It was an amazing experience that I can’t wait to tell you about, but first let me back up a bit. A few months ago, I got accepted to the Playmakers’ Elite/New Balance Women’s Masters Racing Team.  I was super-excited about this opportunity. I started running as an adult, so I had never had the experience of running with a team. I came onto the team at the end of the racing season. They had been participating in the USATF Masters Long Distance Club Grand Prix Series.  I was very happy to be on the team, but having never run cross country before I was also pretty nervous. Our fearless leader, Ruth, assured me that I would have a great time and that I would do fine – she was half right.

In our boxes at the start 

The Race:

First of all, you may be wondering why I was worried about running cross country when I am used to running trails. How different could it be, right? Let me tell you right now, it is totally different! In the trail marathons and ultras, I am used to cruising along the trails, conserving energy, walking when necessary and enjoying the scenery. Cross country is flying over the terrain, pedal to the metal. You actually have to be in very good shape for this type of running -- which I, of course, am not right now. The only part of my trail training that carried over was that I was never worried about the footing.

The course itself was fantastic and did not seem particularly difficult, from my inexperienced point of view (or at least it would not have been for someone who was actually in shape to run this type of race). It was almost all on grass, with just a bit of mud. The terrain rolled through most of it, with just a few hills, but nothing I would call killer (although they did kind of wear on me by the second time around the loop). I was glad I was not in the men’s race. They did three loops. Our race distance was 6k. They did 10k.

The course was pretty wet. It had rained the day before, and it was still raining on and off the morning of the race. Thankfully the rain held off for the women’s and men’s masters races, but the open races got pretty wet.  Because I had not run cross country before, I did not have spikes. I really wanted to wear my Pure Grits, which are my favorite trail shoe, but which are not that great in slick conditions. I made some homemade spikes with my Grits and some hex head screws. They ended up working perfectly. I did not slip at all.

Pure Grits for Cross Country

The start was crazy. We lined up in our boxes which were marked out on the ground in chalk. All of the masters women’s teams (40+, 50+, and 60+) were lined up together, 21 teams in all. Looking down the line was pretty impressive. We were starting on an uphill, with a right turn about 100 yds out, followed by a more or less level section. I was lined up at the front of one of our boxes, with my 50+ teammate Sue at the front of the box next to me. I knew that I was not in condition to go out too fast so was planning on holding back and running a sensible pace. The gun went off and the field took off like a huge wave. I was at the back of the pack quickly, in the last third of the runners, and the pace was still way, way too fast.  So much for the plan. 

After topping the hill and making the turn, I glanced down at my watch. It said 7:10 pace. “Shit!!” I wanted to be no faster than 7:50 in the first mile. I knew I was in trouble. I dialed it down a little and was promptly passed by several runners. We all had our ages pinned to our backs, so it was easy to know if the person passing was in our age group. I thought it would be nice to know, but it was actually quite annoying. Before the race had started, our coach, Jim, had said “Don’t get discouraged.” I actually smiled then as I thought of that. It was exactly the advice that was needed at that point.

Somewhere around the half mile I started to wheeze. I have a condition called vocal chord dysfunction that sometimes causes my vocal chords to close. I had not had problems with this in a race for almost ten years, but I felt the familiar "breathing through a straw" feeling. It was probably the combination of the severe cold I had had a few weeks ago, anxiety, the thick damp air,  the lack of conditioning, and the too fast pace that had brought it on. I was hoping that on the downhill that I would be able to relax, do the stupid little throat stretching thing that sometimes helps, and get rid of the wheeze.

I did get a short break in the wheezing, but as we started the rolling back part of the course, the wheezing returned. At this point, I was surrounded by several of my team members, and that really helped. I focused on the back of the person in front of me and just tried to hold pace. Somewhere on the first loop Ruth passed me. I tried to go with her, but just could not pick it up.  I had to settle with keeping her in sight. On the back side of the course for the second time the wheezing was really kicking in. The last mile of the race is just a blur of all kinds of hurt. They should have a new motto for cross country races “All the pain of a road 5k – plus!!”

I finished right behind Ruth, where I had been running for most of the latter half of the race. In case you don’t know Ruth, she is 68 years old --- and the new National Champion in the 65-69 age group! We also had two other National Champions on our team, Kari Chandler in the 60-64 age group and Sharon Dolan in the 70-74 age group. I, on the other hand, finished 21 out of 23 women in my age group. I think it was my lowest finish in a race ever. I definitely have lots of room for improvement!

The men’s race was absolutely incredible! Our Playmaker’s Masters men, as well as the men from the Mid Michigan Track Club did absolutely awesome!  I had never seen a men’s cross country race before. So much toughness and testosterone! The start actually gave me chills.

Speaking of testosterone, there was a men's team there from Atlanta with singlets that said "Team Testosterone" on the front and “No I am not on steroids, but thanks for asking” on the back. I thought it was hilarious (Okay, I admit I was a little oxygen deprived). I went over to take a picture of the back of the singlet, and one of the runners, Grant, asked me if I wanted to trade shirts. I could not give him my new Playmakers sweatshirt, so I ran back to my bag and dug out my Dances With Dirt Hell shirt. Unfortunately, it was a women’s medium, and let’s just say Grant was not. Still he was a good sport, and his wife probably has a new shirt by now. Interestingly Grant also mentioned that he has a running streak of 30 years. I looked him up on the United States Running Streak Association web site, and sure enough, there he was. He has run every day since 8/28/1982. Amazing!!

My new friend Grant looking very buff in his new DWD Hell shirt

I am embarrassed to say that I did not see either of the open races. It started to rain, and I was in that post race freezing thing that I go into all the time. I was huddled in the car trying to get warm. I am sure they were even more awesome for running in the rain!

I have to say that the team atmosphere was just as amazing as the race.  Everyone was so supportive and so friendly. We were all staying at the same hotel, and it was like a summer camp for adults. My abs are sore from all the laughing. I am sure the staff at Jalapeno’s restaurant in Lexington is still talking about those crazy women runners.

Probably the highlight of the trip for me was the music night.  We have some incredibly talented people on the team. Not only can they run, but they can make beautiful music as well. Chere Pepper is an amazing singer and songwriter, and she was joined by Carol Levack, Mike DuCharme, and Tom Halm for an impromptu concert in the lobby of the La Quinta on Saturday evening after the race. It was the perfect end to the day.

Rockin' the Lobby of the La Quinta 

 It was a wonderful trip with a wonderful group of people. I can’t wait to run more events with them. Only next time, I hope that I can have more good training under my belt.  

I was lucky to room with Lisa Soros, our team photographer. She put together a slide show of the trip and was nice enough to agree to share it here.  If you get time, be sure to visit her site: Tetongirl Photography.