Made it through another training cycle and another Old Settler's Day race. At this point, I’m basically down to one race a year, so it’s become my annual fitness test. I’ve been training more consistently than I have the past couple of years, so I came into race day with some decent expectations.
My original goal was to break 21 minutes, but my buildup was a bit slow. By race day, I had a feeling I wasn’t quite there yet—maybe in a few weeks or a month—but not today. That said, perspective helps: two years ago, I ran this race after taking two full months off and finished in 24:55. Last year, I did some unfocused training and ran 22:19. So I knew I was in better shape this time and ready to be content with whatever the clock showed.
I woke up far too early—around 4 a.m.—and couldn’t fall back asleep. Eventually, I got up, took allergy meds and Mucinex to clear out the airways, and went for a short walk to loosen up. Later, I woke up Maya to get her ready. Kenna had planned to walk it with us, but we couldn’t get her out of bed, so it was just Maya and me.
We left the house at 7:30 and jogged over to the race. Along the way, we ran into the middle school girls XC team, so Maya joined them while I continued on my own. I did about a mile warm-up at a very easy pace and was already starting to feel hot. It was 77 degrees—sunny and humid.
At the start line, I didn’t feel amazing, but not bad either. My legs often feel off before races, but I’ve learned not to read too much into that. I lined up near the front this year to save a few seconds, and at 8:00 a.m., we were off.
I started a little too fast, but stayed calm. Once the adrenaline wore off, I settled into a steady rhythm. As usual, there were a lot of people who went out too hard, and I passed quite a few between the 0.25 and 0.5 mile mark. Things leveled off from there. I hit the first mile at 6:40 pace—maybe a little fast for my current fitness, but within range of my goal.
In mile two, I focused on staying relaxed and cruising without letting up too much. I came through that mile in 6:59 and passed a few more runners. By mile three, I was hurting. My heart rate had already hit 170 by the end of the first mile, and I was red-lining by this point. I passed my house and tossed my sunglasses to the yard, then hit the tough stretch where my mind always starts to spiral: Why not just stop? What’s the point? You could just jog this in.
But I kept it together. Still managed to pass a few more runners and held a 7:05 pace for that mile—so the slowdown was minimal. With about a quarter mile to go, I rounded the final turn. Heart rate was up to 179, but I could see the finish. Two runners were just ahead, and I caught them at around 200 meters to go. Just in case they responded, I gave it everything—pumped my arms, kicked hard, and pushed all the way through. My heart rate peaked at 183, which is higher than I even knew it could go.
Final time: 21:20—almost exactly a minute faster than last year.
Maya came in at 23:06, a PR by a couple of minutes. After the race, we went home to clean up, then walked back for the award ceremony.
Turns out, we both placed 3rd in our age groups. I was happy to snag a medal, and especially proud that Maya got one too. Our age groups—M45-49 and F11-14—are some of the more competitive ones, so it was nice to place. The winner of my age group ran 17:09, but 2nd place came in at 20:25, which makes that spot feel potentially within reach next year. More importantly, the 4th place guy was just 4 seconds behind me—one of the two runners I passed in the last 200 meters.
Maya, too, had a tight race—just one second behind 2nd place and seven seconds ahead of 4th. Lots of local XC runners in the mix, many of whom she’ll be racing this fall. Hopefully, starting the season with a big PR is a sign of what’s to come.
Overall, I’m really happy with my effort and the result. My heart rate last year hovered in the 160s and topped out at 175. This year, it was consistently higher—despite hotter, more humid conditions—which tells me I was more conditioned to push harder.
I feel like I’m finally getting back into shape. If I can keep the momentum going and stay consistent for another year, maybe I can break that 20-minute barrier again.