Just a quick shout out to 3 LOSTies who have just completed a couple of amazing races.
Cousin Al (he’s not my cousin, mind you, but he must be somebodies cousin) and David (probably somebodies cousin too… but he doesn’t get the moniker) are both training for the Canadian Death Race! (I was supposed to be joining them, considering it was my idea… but I begged off)… actually so is Darren, but he didn’t do this race… and he’s doing a totally different training plan.
Somebody should be doing a study on this. Darren is essentially just getting in really, really good shape by doing tons of short, quality stuff. Even cross-training with swimming.
David and Cousin Al are doing it old school. Just packin’ on a ton of really tough, grueling miles. As in, last weekend they ran 7 hours of trails… finished at 2 am… went home, slept… for 2.5 hours… got up and ran 2 more hours in the Rotherglen trails with the “normal people”. And that wasn’t an exception.
So instead of doing a run like that, but longer, this weekend, they elected to do a “training run”. They went down and did the Finger Lakes 50 Mile Ultra-marathon (80k… and that’s on a TOUGH trail!). As a training run.
Cousin Al came 5th overall. And won his age group, 45 – 49… time: 9:05. Davie came 12th overall and second (?) in his age group, 50 – 54… 9:54!!!
In keeping with my thoughts at the Caledon Quarry race… if you are going to get beat… get beat by fast guys… we went out for our usual Wednesday night, 11k tempo run… a recovery run after the 80k trail race 3 days earlier… I couldn’t keep up. Even for these two… they are in Super-human shape!
The only trick now will be getting to the starting line… healthy… in 3 weeks.
And Brett… he’s a sub-3 hour marathoner and 10 hour Ironman… who never gets injured. Until recently. It finally caught up to him. With a vengeance. The poor guy had a groin/ab injury that couldn’t be diagnosed for months… and finally got better. Then almost instantly got a very severe pinched nerve in his neck and couldn’t move his arm for months. Absolutely nothing. Nothing. For months and months.
I’m sure he got sick of people asking him “how’s the recovery coming?”… because it wasn’t. For months. But finally this spring he could start to move his arm. And run pathetically slow (slower than me). Well, he seems to be doing better.
He did a 4:42 Half Ironman on the hilly and hot Peterborough course. And came 3rd in his age group.
Ya, we can all stop asking him how his recovery is coming. He’s back.