Landy, wearing a red shirt, streaked out from the start like a flame and was never seen again until after he made the turn around and I was still half a mile from it. He and Bickford were one and two overall finishers leaving the fleet (and me) in awe of their performances. They were 17:36 and 19:36, respectively. I finished in the top 15 with a 23:15 finish time, over three minutes slower than my PR, but nearly 3 minutes faster than my practice times 2 weeks ago. The run felt good, but like all 5k’s, I was glad when it was over.
It was wonderful to get to know AK, who is a pleasant addition to the RUR lineup. He and I ran the first 2 miles together before he surged forward in pursuit of a girl runner he had in his sights. He caught her, but she re-passed him near the finish. AK is not only good company on a run, but he is a gentleman in the truest sense.
Gunston put on the best post race 5K spread I’ve ever bitten in to. Coffee, juice, muffins, bagels, fruit were bountiful. Awards were deep, too; even I came home with a third place 40-49 age group plaque. After the awards ceremony the day at Gunston continued to be enjoyable with a sail on skipjack Ellsworth, a sail on a 420 with my friend Francis, a car show with the Parkersons, and an alumni versus current team field hockey game.
Bickford recieving 1st place Master's award. He was 2nd overall behind Landy. Photo by Glenn Michael
Oh, yes, and there was Uncle Victor’s pink Cadillac, loaned to me for the weekend of Centennial festivities. Yesterday afternoon was spectacular. There was a quintessential warm fall air as I wheel the 1965 pink convertible DeVille around the back roads of
But, the day was waning, and I needed to return the caddy to