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The Jackrabbit Derby is coming up May 18 and FREE for Empire Runners Registration deadline in May 15 - 1K Bunny Hop for kids 10 and under The Empire Runner April 2014 Volume XLII, No. 4 www.empirerunners.org Fast Ilsanjo Classic with more than 250 runners nd 22 Loop de Loop “sufferfest” See reports and results in this issue Photos by Dave DeSelle EMPIRE RUNNERS NEWSLETTER, April 2014 www.empirerunners.org President’s Message It’s Just a Matter of T ime on the sea breeze blasting down out of the north at about 7 miles per hour. Dateline: Carlsbad, California, March 30, 2014 Last year I returned to the scene of the debacle When it comes to racing, I’m a numbers guy. I and there was no perceptible wind to use as an can look at my workout splits or at finish times excuse. Oh, I ran faster but my 20:08 left me from previous tries on a racecourse and predict feeling that I might never again be a sub-20 5K my future effort with a high degree of precision. runner. Now that I have three consecutive years of performances at the Carlsbad 5000, I can Happily, I disproved that notion at this year’s triangulate and extrapolate and calculate the Resolution Run, stopping the clock at 19:50. Oh, trending rate to reveal my fate. yeah, now I had some unfinished business to take care of. I’m lookin’ at you, Carlsbad! So I may as well give y’all a heads up on what lies in store for me. In 2012 I debuted on the I joined the usual suspects in making the trip Carlsbad course expecting to cruise through in south: Val Sell and her teenage daughter, under 20 minutes. When I staggered across the McKenna; Bryan “Zen Master” Porter, the man finish line in 20:17 I renamed the event who lives for the Carlsbad 5000 and who got the “Larrysbad” and blamed my dismal peformance rest of us hooked on this expensive, annual pilgrimage; Bryan’s fiancée, Gisela Malone; Doug Murdoch, the ringer among our group; Brad Zanetti with his brewery-finder app who generously volunteers wife Bev to be our designated driver; and Dale Peterson, who has lured his own sister, Sandi Peterson from nearby Redlands, into this web of foolishness. Our secret headquarters is a hotel about three miles from the center of the village of Carlsbad and just a half-mile from the dreamy beach. Dale and I jogged over to the shore Saturday morning and when I felt the warm sun and smelled the fresh ocean air, I immediately felt like I was on vacation. Gangs of surfers floated on the swells like sea lions. We stopped on the edge of the low cliff The Empire Runners Club | www.empirerunners.org | [email protected] above the sand at a gap between surfer groups, troop transport converted into a brewery tour mesmerized by the scene as humans have bus was parked outside next to a taco truck. probably been since the evolution of emotions. I spotted something in the water about a We wrapped up our tasting by mid-afternoon hundred yards offshore and then, about 20 and headed back to the hotel for a swim and a yards out, I saw the unmistakable dorsal fin of soak in the hot tub. We headed out for dinner dolphin breaching the surface. Every few kind of late and found that most restaurants had seconds another would appear and then we saw long lines at the door but we were able to get one riding a wave before flipping backwards out into King’s Fish House right away. Turned out to of it as it crashed. We watched the pod head be a good choice. north for five minutes until they disappeared Some say that our pre-race regimen was beneath a bunch of wet-suited amateurs unorthodox, if not downright foolish. We didn’t paddling their boards with, by contrast, care. We were on vacation. remarkable inefficiency. We had already checked out some local beers in nearby Encinitas on Friday evening when we arrived but Brad had a long list of destination breweries and for him, Dale and me there was but little time to waste. At the top of the list was the Stone Brewing World Bistro & Gardens, a few miles up the road in Escondido. Tucked into brushy hillsides above a sea of mini-malls and warehouses is a little Eden of flowing water and tall shade trees. A popular place to be sure, the tours were sold out and we had to wait 40 minutes to be seated. But who cares when you can grab a glass and stroll out to the shady Up before dawn on race morning we were gardens on a warm spring day? Even the food greeted with near-perfect conditions: calm, was outstanding. This just added to the cool and foggy and even a slight drizzle began to vacation vibe. fall just before our 7:00 a.m. start. It was the masters men’s race, a field of some 1250 Next stop was, literally, in one of the runners. Val was in the field, part of the “All- warehouses down below. The Lost Abbey is the Day 20K” option in which runners competed in antithesis of Stone. Roll-up doors, beer-barrel all four of the 5K non-elite races. Dale was tables without seats, blackboards chalked with signed up for that as well. today’s selections and a walk-up bar under siege from a small but unorganized crowd. A military The Empire Runners Club | www.empirerunners.org | [email protected] Bryan and I lined up together and he repeated At about 2.5 miles we came to the second and his vow that he would follow me for as long as final u-turn on this T-shaped course and headed he could, under his assumption that he would back towards the finish. I could see Bryan make eventually fall back. I repeated my contention the turn and he was now only five or six seconds that this was his Super Bowl (can I use that title ahead of me. At the Resolution Run just three without permission from the NFL?) and he months earlier he finished almost a minute-and- would get pretty antsy with my typical slow a-half behind me. When I saw him so close at start. this point in the race I was pretty sure he was about to go into survival shuffle mode. We were both right. Bryan followed me for as long as he could, which turned out to be a quarter-mile. Then he pulled slightly ahead and glanced back at me a couple of times, like a greyhound on a leash, begging for me to turn him loose. Stride-by-stride Bryan drifted away and I found it hard to keep an eye on him. Along the coast highway, he went through the mile in 6:10 and I hit it at about 6:15, feeling pretty comfortable. It was the same split I had at the Resolution Run but I knew mile two would be tougher as we negotiated a u-turn and headed back towards town on a gradual uphill. Doug was far ahead of us, as expected, and Brad was being ultra-conservative, coming But no, this is Carlsbad and Bryan Porter lives for off a long year of injuries and missed training. Carlsbad. He showed his MVP mettle and Dale was setting his sights on a sub-100-minute suddenly surged further away from me. I was 20K and he had Val for company on this first trip beginning to feel the bloat of the previous day’s around the course. suds and grub and began to fear the start of my own little meltdown. On my first two visits to Carlsbad I felt tired from the start and failed to break 13 minutes at Keeping my head together, I latched onto the the two-mile mark. By comparison, this third runners around me. Another great thing about time was a charm and I lost little momentum as this race (for me, anyway) is that there are I came through in 12:41. Bryan had pulled always runners around you. Up another little about 15 seconds ahead by then and I was grade and then the final turn and you can see about to name him the Super Bowl MVP. Bev the finish line down a sweet little hill about 200 was there to photograph the moment and cheer meters away. My last time check confirmed us on. that I was going to make my sub-20. At three miles the clock read 19:10. Kicking past a The Empire Runners Club | www.empirerunners.org | [email protected] rotund man in a white t-shirt (how did he get the finish line and the Coaster commuter train here?), I finished 35 seconds later. rolled through, corralling a rapidly swelling herd of frustrated competitors. When the arms rose, Doug, who is 49 and gearing up for a great 50th- th runners of all shapes, sizes and ages were year in 2015, finished 20 in his 45-49 division suddenly on display to the big crowd of with an impressive 17:50. Bryan finished nine st spectators and they made the most of it. A seconds ahead of me, 31 in the 50-54 age furious sprint ensued to the delight of all. group. I was 15th for men 55-59.