(s)Whoosh! This was a race without glitches — a super-smooth, well-organized gathering of 15,000…
Although I was still somewhat dead-legged from a very long run on Tuesday, otherwise I felt fine and ready to go. I left the apartment at 5:45 am (my normal time to run) and felt…spooked. Campus was reallly dark. Somehow, it’s OK to run in the dark on my customary route where there are other joggers and the street sweepers, but it was sp-p-pooky to walk to the subway.
Once I entered the subway, I saw others wearing the humanrace red t-shirts (with yellow writing — appropos for China’s 60th birthday). I gave a thumbs up as I stepped around 2 young men sitting on the subway stairs. They came around a corner a moment later and asked me to take a picture — no, I misunderstood — they wanted me to be in THEIR picture. After that, I gave them my camera and said I didn’t know how to do the timed picture deal…and they figured it out instantly. Turns out they’re 16. Of course! All 16-year olds can figure out the timer on a camera in a second. I made them happy by saying “impossible!” when they said they were 16; both were quite tall. Here’s the subway pre-race photo then, with the friendly 16-year-olds:
When we got off the subway at University Island (this is an island in the SE corner of Guangzhou where 10 universities are located), there were helpful signs and volunteers everywhere pointing the way to the race. Besides, I just followed the crowd…with a race of 15,000, it’s a fairly dependable tactic.
I lined up too early, but that was to avoid having to rudely push my way to a good starting position later on. Loudspeakers warned us many times that we must be fit enough to take part in the race, and the course shuts down after 2 hours. The rest I didn’t understand. The crowd laughed a few times and I wished my Chinese language skills were better.
I was not too far from the start line — perhaps a minute — but it didn’t matter because Nike had us chip-timed. Alles Gut! The first mile involved a lot of shuffling to get around people; 8:50. My legs just felt yucky, partly due to the long run and probably partly due to no warm-up. I can’t see warming up when it’s 75 degrees; plus, I was stuck in the start line and couldn’t really get away to warm up anyway. Here’s the start (looking backward):
The second mile was 8:29…I didn’t look at the watch; just ran.
There were lots of aid stations with cheerful student/volunteers yelling “Jia You!” (sounds like jyah – yo) This means “go!” but literally means….”Add Oil.”
The third mile was 8:23. I drank a bit and at one point (at the top of a mild hill) turned around and pointed the camera at the crowd behind me (look carefully to see the long line wayyyy off). A couple of guys also turned around at the top of the hill to look at the crowd, and I heard them say “Woah!”
I like that expression of surprise…”Woah!”
Somewhat before the halfway point, a young man began running beside me, encouraging me with “come on!” and “let’s go!” Now, those of you know me as a runner know that I Always Race Alone. But hey, he was trying to be nice and well, when in Rome… So I just ran along with my pal. I asked him how old he was and he said 20. Must be a university student. Every time I lagged a bit, he motioned for me to catch up and gave me another “come on!” cheer… Mile 4 was 7:56, and Mile 5 was 7:43…but I was beginning to suffer quite a bit, so in mile 6 I told him to go on. I regret not seeing him at the finish line area, because I really owe him a hearty thank you for his good-natured help. Mile 6 was 7:42. We had passed a LOT of people! (The 2nd 5K would have been 24:19)
The last, painful .41 miles was just so sad, but actually, my pace was fine. First, .2 at an 8:22 pace and another .21 at 7:53 pace….my garmin measured the course a little long, hence the extra .21. A lot of young pups sprinted past me in the last .41 miles…but I did managed to catch one more female runner close to the finish line. There were very few females in that time zone (see the prior picture — all guys), so I’m hoping I placed well in my age group. 52:24 — not bad!
The finish was as well-organized as the rest of the race — here’s the clothing drop, for example:
I ran into a friend from the hasher group — and I did one of those “hey, I know you — where do I know you from?” things. Duh, Renee. Here he is (I forgot both his real name and his hasher name!) in our post-race photo:
Thus endeth one of my New Years 2009 goals; to run a race overseas.