Breakneck Trail Race, 20 km more or less, pouring rain, low 50s. The kind of day when it was much easier to drive an hour and a quarter for a two-hour race than go out my back door for an hour training run. Because the training run wouldn't have gotten run.
The race was standard New England, some hills, a good number of rocks and roots, plus a lot of mud today. I ran what felt like so-so most of the way, not great legs, but at least managed to pick it up a bit and run the last 15 minutes hard to sneak in under 2 hours.
The race had an unusual twist. The course was a lollipop, out and back with a loop in the middle. The out-and-back was straightforward, follow the blue and orange trail markings for the Ridge trail, though there were hard to see at times, and in the sections of old hemlock forest with no undergrowth the trail was easy to miss.
The lollipop was a loop around Breakneck Pond, and here the rule was, go any way you want. Actually they said use the trail or use the old forest roads (a little longer, but a little better footing), don't know about bushwhacking. And you could go around clockwise or counter-clockwise, whatever suited you.
And the race director had hung up no extra streamers at all. He did give out a
map, though I seemed to be the only one taking it, partly because I'd never run the race before, whereas others had run it a bunch of times under more restrictive rules.
Strange as this was, I figured if it didn't benefit me, nothing would. And I think it did, I finished 6th or 7th out of about 30-40, getting passed on the last part by a couple of guys who were a good bit faster but had taken slower routes around the pond (or gotten lost). For the record, I went partway down the west side on Cat Rocks Road, then on trail for a bit, then all the way up the east side on Snow Sled Road. The "roads" were pretty crappy, rocky/muddy, but still quicker than the rocky/muddy and somewhat twisty trails.
I ran much of the way with Eddie Alizobek, a really nice fellow who does a lot of work to make these races happen. I asked him a few years ago how come he seemed to know everybody, and he answered that at every race he tried to meet at least one person he didn't know, and over a few years and a bunch of races each year, it adds up. When I remember, it's something I try to do at O' meets.
One other oddity -- I'm not sure what my official time will be. I kmow what my time was (1:59:30 plus or minus a couple seconds), but when I stopped to ask what time the race director had for me, the answer was 1:55 something. Cant't be, I said. And Eddie was there, he'd finished a minute after me, 2:00 something, nope his official time was 1:56 something. Can't be, said Eddie. With which the race director pulled up his sleeve and said, "But both my watches agree!" So how are they both off by 4 minutes? We were running pretty fast, and if I remember correctly, our watches might have sped up a little, but his watches were the ones that sped up, and he was going nowhere. Who knows....
All this followed by a relatively short visit to Litchfield, more of the SOM program, whoop-de-doo. Treated myself to some ice cream on the way home as compensation.