8 mile run at 8:45 min/mile pace by myself. Changed my clothes and then rounded it off with a recovery run for 3 miles with Malobika. Ran into good old runner friend Indrani in the trails…

… but mostly about the cool sunglasses 🙂

Slower 10K (6.2 miles) at 9:20 min/mile pace today.

6.2 miles (10K) at 8:21 min/mile pace

8:45 min/mile pace. We missed some of our regulars – Sharmila (not well), Indrani (not sure 🙂 ) and Samaresh who is in India. It was good to see Malobika, Ashok, Mrinal-da, Seemitadi, Baisakhi and Puja in the trails..

This morning, instead of a run, the idea is to climb to the top of that waterfall. That is about a 700 feet drop (70-80 floors). Total trek roundtrip – 2.4 miles.

Early morning run in the trails in Columbia Gorges area. Cloudy and cool today here in Portland.

“So, how much did you put in today?”, I asked the young guy who pulled out of the trail into the parking lot sweating from head to toe early in the morning.
“Seven miles, sir”, said he as he tried catching his breath.
I gave him a quick look over. He looked like a very athletic guy. Tall and with a runner’s figure. I was quite sure he was a regular runner.

“Are you in high school?”
“Yes, sir. South Forsyth”.
“Cool! Are you in the track team?”
“Yes, sir!”
“How long did it take you?”
“Fifty minutes, sir.” he said, after consulting his Garmin.
“That is outstanding – 7 minute miles. I can only dream of that!”
“Oh! I got very young legs”, he said, after he had looked me over and decided I must be at least three times his age. Which, I was.

For ten minutes this young guy – a rising senior in high school – and I chatted about what he wanted to do in life (engineer, as it turns out) and how I thought very well of his dream school – Georgia Tech. He then left, saying he needed to get to school.

And I started slowly walking to the head of the trail. I was doing the mental math..
“Wow! 7 miles in 50 minutes. My average speed – if I push myself over 7 miles – would be 10 min/miles. That is a clear 20 minute difference”… I kept thinking.

Then there was something he said that came back to my mind … “I have very young legs”. That is true, I admitted to myself. I am probably getting to the last few years of running if my legs hold up. I already have serious IT Band issue that I can’t seem to kick and that in its turn is affecting my knee already.
But then I also argued with myself – “Why give up till the legs actually give up?”

I forgot to ask the kid his name. But if he was around, I would have said “Jonas” – assuming Jonas was his name – “Today I am going to split our difference in half”. I will try and put a seven miler in an hour. The worst would be that I would walk back if the legs gave up.

The first mile, I warmed up at a 9:06 pace. Obviously that is faster than my warm up pace but I was already getting OCD – “Can I make it?”, “Can I make it?”, “How do I subtract 9 min 6 seconds from 60 minutes and then divide by 6?” That is the average I need for the rest of the run.

Moment the Garmin beeped for first mile completion, I took off. I was going to make it in 60 mins or accept that I have gotten old. That was scary enough. Kept pacing faster. Finished the next mile in 7:50. Third mile was a defining stretch. Kept telling myself – “Pace yourself, pace yourself” and then tried doing the subtraction and division thing again, got completely confused with numbers (getting, old? haha ) and just blindly ran.

7 min 43 seconds for the third mile.

Fourth mile kept at a slower 8 min 11 secs. Had to pull over at the end of the trail and have a drink of water and turn around. Stretched a little – and back to trail. Half way done. I might just have a chance…

7 min 50 seconds for the fifth mile.

Now the calculations had changed. The subtraction and division (by 2) had become considerably easier. Now, it was about how many seconds am I “banking”. If I keep at this pace, how many seconds can I slow down by?

8 min 7 seconds for the sixth mile.

Seventh mile has a slight uphill. Gave my everything to run up. Was counting on the traffic light at the top to give me a few seconds to catch my breath. Wouldn’t you know it? Today was the day where everybody had stopped because the sign was on for pedestrians to pass. Sucked it up and finished up the last part without passing out.

I was pretty much ready to pass out at the end though. I would have had too, had I not finally taken in the stats on my Garmin and realized that I had managed to beat myself in my own game… 56 minutes 50 seconds. Not that I needed anything else to boost me up but Garmin telling me that my 5K was at 24:24 and 10K at 49:17 certainly did not hurt. Running is not about beating others so much as beating your own self. Without hurting.

Speaking of hurting, here is a funny thing that happened. 12 hours after the run and I am writing this. Not a single pain in my legs. The knees, the calves, the hamstrings and the gluteals – not a boo from them. I suddenly remembered what Shelly had told me once – “speed up if you want to reduce your injuries”. I never believed her. Till today.

Okay, old age. Your move, next.

In any case, 30 miles done for this week…

The trail was virtually empty but very beautiful early in the morning with the overnight rain. I was enjoying the run taking in the sight of fresh green colored new leaves and the occasional red cardinals and blue jays darting thru the trail when I thought I spotted two known beasts on the other end of the trail. As they started approaching me very fast, I had no difficulty guessing that two svelte guys with short shorts and no shirt on and overgrown lock of hair running very fast could mean only one thing – Dan and Greg were on the trail too. I later found out that they were doing 800m splits – which means they absolutely had their beast mode on.

As we got closer, they recognized me too (apparently a wet running shirt camouflages me no better than a dry running shirt :-)). Not wanting to break our rhythm, we did not stop but did start yelling at each other to greet and check on each other as long as we could be heard. I also raised my left hand to hand slap them as they passed me.

Now, let me remind you again – they had their beast mode on. They were clipping at no slower than 5 min/mile probably at that point of time. I was plodding on with my 10 min/mile. So, we basically handslapped each other – as the harmonic-meanly-inclined would point out – at a resultant speed of 3min 20 sec per mile. Had I not had a last minute flashback of old Resnick Halliday chapters on conservation of momentum (being of heavier mass, I had that part going in my favor :-)) and center of gravity and therefore leaned forward on my left foot, I am sure I would have pirouetted there on my right foot in a way that would have made a pro ballerina proud. Might have even drilled a hole in the trail wood softened by the overnight rain 🙂

It was a great run. The trail was beautiful. Running into Dan and Greg was priceless.

[On my return leg, I did see them again and stopped them to pick up some tips on treating the sore IT Band]