So, I ran the Brewster leg of the CCAC GP and who shows to run it? Jake Klim, former Barnstable standout who's down around the 52 mark for 10 milers and ran a 31:46 last week for 10k(!). We went out and did a 5:04 first and it was a 4.5 mile race. We were supposed to turn at 2 and head back, but I guess we missed that part. We ended up doing 10 and found ourselves in Harwich before we flagged down a cop for directions and realized we were now 6 miles away from where we needed to be, and that was if we didn't get lost again. The cop gave us a ride - in the cruiser - back to the house. At 4.5, I was doing 5:28 pace, my lungs were totally feeling the bronchitis (which is pretty much gone, but still not raceable,) and Jake was a good 400 yards ahead. I would've been fine with how poorly I was running were it not for getting lost, and in the end, I still had a great time and the cruiser ride was hilarious. The cop was super nice and on his LCD screen we saw a Brewster cop (who had seen us go by) text "What are you doing hore (sic)?" Our Harwich guy wrote back "I'm giving someone a ride and don't call me 'hore' you dirty slut." Fucking classic. We both felt like McLuvin. The whole experience was surreal and it got me out there for a solid 12 all said and done. Most of my CCAC brethren thought the whole thing was pretty funny. Jake and I, naturally, came in dead-ass last. I suppose technically, I did, as jake was leading when we called the race on account of being lost.
All in all, a good 12 and got some of the crap out of my lungs. Gives me 38 for the week, which still sucks, but it's a 4 day total, so I suppose I'll have to be OK with it.
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