Oaxaca Renueva Half Marathon

What do us runners really want? The singular sensation of a great run, that's what! It comes in training runs here and there, delivering catharsis, endorphins, and the exhilarating feeling of running free and fast. It happens even less in races, and when it does it leaves you smiling all day, sometimes with the satisfaction of a newly-minted P.R.

So it is on Sunday February 28, as I run the 1st Oaxaca Renueva Half Marathon (there's also a full marathon option). I have one of these elusive great runs, the result of decent training and tapering, and a pinch of luck.

The two races start together a tick past 7:00 a.m. on Calle Independencia, adjacent to Oaxaca's Zocalo. It takes me 17 seconds to cross the starting line in the crush of the crowd, and I have to jog slowly for another couple hundred meters, but pretty soon I hit my pace and realize right away - I feel really good, effortlessly buzzing along.

The field un-bunches, stringing out a bit as we circle the center of town on the Perferico road, and I tell myself "don't make the mistake of going too fast too early." Running south towards the airport on Simbolos Patrios, I take some early sips of water and bide my time.

Forty minutes in we are headed back north by the Plaza Del Valle shopping center. I allow myself to pick it up a bit, I feel good and may as well put out some pace. I'm not too worried about time today. Afterall, the race is at 5000 feet plus, it's about energy flow, not adherence to an exacting pace.

I am amused as usual by the macho of many Oaxacan runners. Near every person I pass puts on a challenge, indeed some even surge ahead as I draw even. Decades of experience has taught me how reckless it is to race in the early stages of a long event, so I don't take the bait, but I do admire the strength and pluck of these runners, if not their overall race savvy.

We approach the hour mark and things get tough on Avenida Ferrocarril. I'm still in a good rhythm, but let's face it, running 13.1 miles as fast as you can is sort of, uh, taxing! Now we are weaving through the barrio of Santa Lucia del Camino, zig-zagging towards the main road called Ninos Heroes de Chapultepec. I'm working hard but doing OK. It dawns on me that I'll likely run a bit under 1:50. Not a P.R., but an improvement on my other altitude half marathon effort, one year back in Oaxaca's (1:50:08). I'm feeling upbeat and bouncy!

Now here's this stocky dude, really built like a fire plug, in front of me again. Clearly a strong, determined runner. Orange singlet and black shorts, maybe 35 or so. He's working it. I've pulled up on him maybe 3 times, and each time he instantly churns away. I'm just running my rhythm, not racing. But I admit, I'd like to beat him. I'm pretty sure he's made toooo many withdrawals from the energy bank, but who knows? He's certainly tough, and fit.

We get to Calle Ninos Heroes, also known as the Carretera Mexico Libro. It's a main east-west divider street between Oaxaca's downtown Centro neighborhood and Colonia Reforma, the upscale shopping district. I'm expecting to turn left into town towards the finish, but no, we must run a mini-loop away from town, then execute a hairpin turn. So we turn right.

Barreling down a short hill before the turn, I note I'm catching the feisty guy in the orange singlet once more. At first, I just think, "he'll sprint again". I catch him at the turn, and with no thought I burst by him and continue hard up the hill. Am I being foolish? No! Here we are, ten miles in, headed uphill for the next half mile, and I suddenly feel fantastic!

Riding a surge of energy, I rip off my bandana with a smile, tuck it into the waistband of my shorts, and blast up the hill with abandon! It's showtime. I'm passing multiple runners here, and suddenly my sometime training companion, the great ultra-runner Richard Stoutner, is in the crowd yelling "Go Lafler!" Well allright!

Now I'm coming down to earth a bit. A young runner easily strides by me and I'm hurting a bit from my burst, but still I'm able to keep up a much faster pace than before and continue to pass many runners. We turn down Calle Benito Juarez to wind our way through the town center to the finish, and things get real tough. Maybe a mile and a half to go. Now we're on cobblestones and the footing is tough when you are tired. A clueless volunteer directs me off the course! I catch the error but lose maybe 5 - 6 seconds with this foolishness.

I'm passed by a young women who I've seen throughout the race when I go off course. I stick with her as best I can, maybe 10 meters back. Focus on getting my mojo back! Onto Calle Morelos and it's feeling tough, but we're still passing others. A slight uphill hurts but gooooood, but I ease by her.

Now a short downhill, scrambling by a pack of dudes. Back onto Independcia for the run for home. Very tough to run now, but I keep picking it up, and the other runners around me seem to really slow down. Five blocks to go, four blocks, passing one more guy here, another there. Three blocks and I pick it up again.

Can I sprint? Ha! Don't really want to! Only if someone comes up on me. But I know they won't. Half a block to go and I put on a burst. I'm only 80th or so overall out of about 400, but from the cheer of the crowd you'd have thought I'd won! Don't you just love Oaxaca?

Turns out I place 10th in the 50 - 59 male category. OK fine. Some 51 year old Kenyan, 2nd overall in the race, wins my division in 1:07:48. How is this possible? Crazy! I suspect he lied about his age for prize money, but it's for certain that he's fast for a geezer!

Me, I stop my clock at 1:45:41. I'm really pumped! I'd done a bit over a minute faster at sea level last summer, but clearly this is a superior run. I really blasted the last 3 miles, meeting out my energy quite nicely. This course was more hilly for sure, and at mile high altitude! I feel that it's worth maybe a 1:41 - 42 at sea level, who knows. It gives me the idea: boost the training and try to break 1:40 at sea level!

One thing for sure, it was a darn fine day of running! Certainly my best race in my 8 years in Oaxaca--My pace per 10K works out to about 49:57, and while I've run faster than that pace over 10K here, I've also gone slower.

I note that my official time in the results posts at 1:45:58, looks like they used gun time instead of chip time for everyone. Well, in truth, Mexican races are a bit less organized than stateside runs. No big deal. The toughest thing today? The damn port-a-potties arrived just minutes before race time! Damn, good thing too, I literally could not have run today without the all-important pre-race potty visit!