Krissy and I headed out to Holden and the home of Stephen
Laska who was hosting a post-race BBQ. He lives .3 miles away from the Fred
Warren road race which is listed as 5.5 miles. 54 years have gone by with the
race on the calendar. I have seen it on the Central Mass Striders list of races
for years as they host, run, and time it. Both Stephen Laska and Kim Gordon
have done a solid job on the social media to promote the race. When I asked
Krissy if she would consider the race, given that it is on a Sunday evening,
she was game.
We parked at Stephen’s house and walked down to the race.
CMS just started to set up the registration tent. I helped (or got in the way)
Jorge Landeo set up the club banner on the tent. The race is an ol’ fashion throwback
to offer a scant $15 for a challenging course, a t-shirt, official results
(still waiting for them to be posted), et cetera. I did not do any research on
the course and profile so I got filled in from the CMS locals. In short, hills,
plenty of them, period. Enough said. Maybe 75 runners lined up for the 6:30
start.
I went out hard, taking the race out with a generous
downhill, in 5:41. No other takers so it was me chasing the patient police car
up and down the rolling hills. The foot steps behind me went silent before mile
2. There was a volunteer at each mile marker, calling out the time. There was
also a volunteer at each of the (maybe five turns overall on the course). It
would be hard to get lost. Mile two slowed down to a 6:09 because of, some
hills.
The rolling hills and evening shade reminded me of the roads in Hamilton
and Wenham (Weiner Run) out of Asbury Grove and through Bradley Palmer. Mile 3 rolled off
the road and onto a paved trail leading past the Holden Reservoir. As I exited
the path, a sharp right hand turn and hill slapped me in the chops. I was
warned about this hill so I joked with the volunteer if this is where I start
cursing?
I crawled up the hill and through mile four with a, might as
well retire, 6:39 split. The reward was a view of Wachusett Mountain at 4.5
miles. I did not expect that so it was nice.
After the sight-seeing finished,
it was time to roll down the hill. I did so in 5:31. The problem though was two
shadows gaining on me. I was not in the mood to mix it up and kick to the line.
I was a hurtin’ puppy and the two Wachusett Regional kiddos took no mercy,
passing me before the last right hand turn as the course leveled out for a fast
finish. I threw in a surge to pull even with them and make it a race. One of
them broke down but the other (Isaac) was up for the battle to the line. I
showed my cards and put them on the table. I had a losing hand and threw in.
The Wachusett lads crossed the line holding hands. Four seconds later, I
crossed the line for 3rd. Hey, 1st master right? It was all good. I
congratulated the kids. Isaac turned out to be Tom Steele’s son. Tom and I
warmed up before the race and I talked him into racing for CMS earlier this
year. We went off for a cool down and he got me up to speed on his son’s
talents – a 10:02 2 miler this past winter for Wachusett Regional. Good stuff.
Let’s hope we see these lads in CMS uniforms in the future!