My wife still needed the two longest courses to complete her 2023 challenge, and this was the one course left for me that warranted a speed focused effort, so we chose to spend this lovely morning on trail collectively tyeing up our loose ends. We chose to park at the Weber street lot to allow the car to serve as a more central aid station, and it also afforded shade parking and a nice patch of lawn. As is typical with us, we got a slightly later start than planned and I was smarting to get running as soon as possible to avoid the soon to be rising temps. To that end, my warmup was quick and included only dynamic stretching, but no jogging or aerobic activity to get the heart pumping first. This definitely caused the first two miles to be a little more onerous than they could have been, but I eventually settled out and stayed steady soon after.
Parking at the midpoint made this course feel like it went way faster than it normally would have. From this point it is just shy of a 10k to return around the lollipop. Instead of one long course, it just felt like two quick jaunts one after another. I left a plastic bottle full of water on my rear bumper with the intent of pouring it over my head as I passed through for the second half. This proved to be a good move and definitely made me feel refreshed for the second act. It also cost me practically no time as the car was only a few feet from the path. As I plugged away, there was definitely a lot of human activity on the trail. The wildlife spotting of my first go on this course was supplanted with spotting of other humans either running, pedaling, or pushing a stroller. I passed by a handful of other challengers as they were out likely completing their final challenge miles as well.
As I neared the Freeville end of the course, I was brought back to memories of my previous ill fated visit here. It was at the end where the scan in sign is that I went through one of the most physically painful episodes of my life. I was eager to make the turn and put it all behind me. Anytime I use an alternative starting spot on the course I always make a point of tagging the sign with my hand. With that, I knew I had a solid 5k+ to finish it out. It wasn’t long until I saw another runner in the distance heading towards me like a comet. At first I though it might be Patrick, but as he neared it instead proved to be Jay finishing up one of his last courses. I wafted away some of the dust clouds left in his wake and took it as an opportunity to try and pick up the pace myself and make sure I gave it an effort worth the drive. There were a couple bikers very leisurely pedaling ahead that I noticed I was making ground on. I fixated on them to see if I could overtake them before the end. They struggled up some of the climbs and I was able to catch up a great quicker than expected, and appeared to give them a bit of a startle. After about another half mile they eventually again overtook me. I figured this was the end of it, but before reaching main street Dryden I was again behind them making my final kick to the end and was able to pass them one last time with about a half mile to spare. Of all the half marathon distance runs I have done, this one felt like it just went by in a flash.
Back at the car, I had the irresistible urge to take off my shoes and socks and walk around in the nice plot of grass near the lot. And so I did, and it was satisfying.
I pulled out the cell phone to track my wife’s location to monitor her progress. I had some time to kill and was feeling a bit peckish, so I made my way into Dryden to see what the breakfast options were. It became clear very soon that on a Sunday morning Dryden is not the place to be if you are looking for breakfast. After consulting the phone, it boiled down to two unexciting options. McDonalds or Dunkin. Ug!
At this point it occurred to me that I could actually make myself useful. I found the next road crossing my wife would be at and decided to surprise here with a bonus aid station on her home stretch. She was doing well, but her hydration was warm and yucky and a nice cool refresh with ice seemed to boost the morale.
Off she went again and I decided to intercept her one more time at Main Street Dryden to make sure she didn’t need anything. Less then ten minutes later we were both back at the starting point and ready to head for home.
…but… we are members of team ice-cream and there is no way we are driving past Toads without a stop. The sign said they were not open until noon, but it was well before that and a group of bikers were already out front with cones in hand. Not sure if we lucked out or not, but we got our fix.
With most of the speed demons in the challenge either moving away, foregoing it this year, off on trips, or simply taking their time to complete it, it has allowed some of us slow pokes to stay near the top of the board much longer than we normally would have managed. I knew with a decent run here I would get enough points to push me back into third and get on the main leader board. It will be short lived and may already be in the past by the time I hit post, but it was fun seeing my name that high one last time this late in the challenge before the cheetahs and leopards decide to finish their courses and the natural of order to things is once again restored.