May 3, 2015
This morning I ran the Anniversary of the City of Oaxaca 9.5K race, starting at the Plaza de Danza in Oaxaca Centro.
The start was pure vaudeville, and typical for a Oaxaca road race. First the inflatable arc at the start/finish line is blown up. Then it collapses. Then it's up again, reinforced with rope. Collapses again. It's shoved aside, and officials mark the start line with utility tape and runners line up behind it. Over the next few minutes, the unruly mob presses forward. Old ladies, chubbie guys and kids under 10 are all right up front. Some dude appears with a starter pistol, and starts a countdown from ten. The mob has slowly moved about 25 meters onto the course by then, and takes off when the countdown reaches four.
I'd intended to be in about the fourth row of runners, heck I'm fit but I am 58 years old. No need to be right up front. By the time the unruly mob begins to run, I'm back in about the 12th row, behind piles of kids, a stroller, and aforementioned super oldsters and chubby people. I run the first 300 meters or so at maybe a 12 minute mile pace before I settle into my planned sub 8 minute per mile pace.
Why so slow? Well, as said, I'm 58, we are at mile high altitude and I happen to know there is a 2K huge steady uphill at about the 3K mark!
I get to 3K in pretty good order, there's a few ups and downs heading northwest out of town towards the highway to Mexico City, but it's basically flat. I'm setting an honest rhythm, but not killing myself; I'm taking this race as a hard workout, I did not taper for it, I'm at the beginning of training for a Half Marathon in California some 3 months out.
Then the 2K-long hill. I figure I'm gonna buzz by people up this hill by maintaining my rhythm. After all, I train on courses that go from 5000 to 6000 feet and back. But no, we're all training in Oaxaca. I pass maybe 7 people, and about the same number pass me.
We crest the hill a few meters shy of the halfway mark. I'm passing a few, and some smart runners who went out easy are passing me on the down slope. We settle into a groove on the flat, I'm working to relax and get in my flow. Going good, but not racing per se. Some of the people I catch want to race, and I ignore it. Some who go by me are really "making a move", which I also ignore. I'm running near redline but not going into it, working my own rhythm, and I'm not wasting energy varying my pace.
There is a small amount of prize money on the line today, so I guess that ups how competitive people are. I've been racing since age 15 in 1972, I still get competitive, but I see no point in being competitive in the first half of a long distance race! Why waste energy? My ideal these days is to run negative splits, especially if I'm looking to compete. I prefer to run my own pace the first half, establish the right rhythm, then hit the gas in the second half.
Now past halfway, we buzz down the main drag separating the north and south of the city, Ninos Heroes de Chapultepec (aka the Pan American Highway). We hook a right at the baseball stadium, circumnavigating the center of town, heading gently downhill, then take a right on Morelos for a long straight drive to the finish. I'm rolling OK, but it's an effort with a week of workouts in my legs and no race taper.
I'm playing it a bit conservative, who knows how long this course really is, and where it will take us! I'm still passing a few, while some relative kids continue to pass me. Then I notice a shift, people are picking it up. With a bit of surprise, I see that we're maybe 500 meters out, straight down Morelos, so I pick it up too.
Probably pass about 4-6 runners over the last 400, kicking but not killing it. I finish in 45:22, and I'm happy about it, my goal for this workout/race was 47:30. I can't complain!
The route was good, cars we're kept off the course. But as usual in Oaxaca, the start was a bit the mess. There was no running clock at the finish, no kilometer markers either. There were two good water stations. Nice! I usually don't drink water in a 10K, but I woke up feeling dehydrated so I was happy to drink at both today.
There were oranges, bananas, and gatorade at the finish, along with a free water bottle. Well, that's pretty cool cause the race was free! I didn't get a shirt, but I heard there were some.
I had to split right away to rejoin my family for a Sunday morning outing, so I have no idea what place I was. I'm gonna say somewhere between 100 - 150th place out of roughly 1000 participants. The tracking of results tends to be pretty slipshod locally. In 7 plus years here, I've only seen chip timing used once.
The most impressive thing about racing in Oaxaca is the quality of the fields. People here are born to altitude, always a plus in distance running. This is an area of Mexico with a high amount of indigenous people, they are stocky and strong as hell. Even some folks with a few extra pounds do okay running these races, provided they make the effort to get fit. Before living here, I was in Portland Oregon for two years, and I raced a lot. I got used to winning or being in the top 3 in my age category. That has yet to happen in Oaxaca!
Sunday, May 3, 2015
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