I made it a point to toe the start line early and see who would join me. There was a fella taller and 20 lbs bigger than me, an older gent (turns out he was 58), a younger guy in all black and a kid maybe 14 years old. The horn sounded and we were off. The four guys mentioned got out of the chute in front of me. The older gent was just setting a blistering pace, I very quickly passed the young kid, then the guy in black. I could tell they were not going to be a factor. This put me in third, I caught the taller guy at the one mile marker and as I made my pass I said I hope the guy leading is only good for 5K we both laughed and he wished me luck. So I hammered on trying to keep the lead runner in sight but he was actually pulling away. I lost him in the crowd but knew I would see him at the turn around. When I did finally see him I took note of a land mark and the time, when I made the turn around and made it back to the landmark I figured he had 45 seconds on me. With two and a half miles to go I knew I had to keep the peddle to the metal to have any chance of catching this guy. With about a mile left my stomach starting cramping, nothing major, but it did not feel good. I told myself this is what a podium spot feels like. I motored on and never caught the lead runner finishing second over all and winning my age group.

The guy that came in first beat me by 1:05. I tip my cap to you sir.

I waited at the finish line for the tall guy to finish, he was able to hold everyone else off and finish third overall. He is also a triathlete, we talked a bit, I congratulated the overall winner. They were handing out It's it's so I indulged. I waited around and collected my hardware.


Brazen Racing puts on a good event. Highly recommend