We drove down to Regionals on Friday in a couple vans, stopping at
Chipotle on the way. I love the bus and van trips, especially around
Regionals and Nationals when you are so close to your teammates and
you're peaking. Peaking does crazy things to people, including
coaches. On the way down to Otterbein, we passed Ohio Wesleyan, which
was the site of my freshman year at Nationals. I was happy to see it
because seeing places that remind me of past occurrences that I have to
battle for make me all the more ready to do everything I can when
racing. We took second that year and I have a bittersweet memory of it.
After stopping by our hotel, we went to the course and jogged quite a bit of it. It looked very flat and fast, although there were a few sharp turns, a narrow bridge, and two short steep hills. The other thing we recognized was that it was extremely low land, so the rain in the forecast would soak the course. We would have to expect a muddy course the next day.
We woke up the next day to a steady rain. My focus from the first time I woke up suddenly started imagining myself running through a cold hard rain. I think that probably helped me later to not care about it later during the race. The course was indeed soaked, with some rather large puddles half way up my calves, and the steep hills were torn to shreds and just a muddy mess.
There was a massive starting line and long initial straight away (making me think this might be a good Nationals course at some point.) I took off from the gun at a Nationals type pace, but I found that I was running alone 800m in. With the wind and the rain, I was like there is no way I'm running 5 miles by myself, making the race unnecessarily difficult. So I slowed down a tad and waited for the mass of runners to catch up. The first couple miles I ran sandwiched between two Denison runners who I expected to possibly be with me at 4 miles since one had been with me through 3.5 at the Knight Invite, and the other had just won his conference in a record time, beating good Allegheny runner Zac Ross by 13 seconds.
After I was about 2.2 miles in, I
suddenly caught a glimpse of my teammate Dehaan on my right, who I
expected was one of the Denison boys. I looked behind, saw Knight Van
Kampen on my other shoulder, with no Denison runner's in sight, and
exclaimed "oh", because I thought I was running with two Denison guys,
not two Calvin runners. Dominic Smith, Case Western, made a strong
move in the ensuing snaking trail in the woods (possibly to try to make
a break from ONU All-American Jimmy O'Brien) and ran with us for maybe
2k. Then he dropped a little off. Until three miles I wasn't working
too hard and decided to measure it out just a tad, and finally at four
miles started pushing. I knew we didn't want someone sneaking up and
winning Regionals who had already been taken out of the race, so I
pushed that last mile hard to try to stop that from happening. O'Brien
did come back to take fourth, catching Smith from far behind him, which
just goes to underline my point...that you don't just cruise in, you
take the hammer out pound away.
It was great that we were able to run so fast on such a sloppy day. There were several places that ones rhythm is destroyed, between the tight muddy turns, slippery bridge, and the cold water from the 8"+ deep puddles that cool your muscles down. It was awesome having what must have been 50+ Calvin fans out cheering for us on the course. Most of our team figured out a way to come down and when you run by such a long line of fans cheering for you by name, it is pretty amazing. I guess you can start to realize what it'd be like to have an entire sports arena chanting your name. About 120x what we hear.
I am excited about racing Nationals at Hanover. It is kind of like a coming back to where DIII begun for me. The first nationals race I saw was at Hanover, as my sister Jesi had qualified to run there as a freshman individually. It also is the site of Regionals a couple years in which I had an excellent race which I'd love to duplicate. I know of a ton of friends teammates, alumni and parents that are planning on coming down, and I have my family coming in from New Hampshire.
Also, my teammate Erik Van Kampen got interviewed for Trackshark.com a couple weeks ago. You can find his interview here INTERVIEW.
After stopping by our hotel, we went to the course and jogged quite a bit of it. It looked very flat and fast, although there were a few sharp turns, a narrow bridge, and two short steep hills. The other thing we recognized was that it was extremely low land, so the rain in the forecast would soak the course. We would have to expect a muddy course the next day.
We woke up the next day to a steady rain. My focus from the first time I woke up suddenly started imagining myself running through a cold hard rain. I think that probably helped me later to not care about it later during the race. The course was indeed soaked, with some rather large puddles half way up my calves, and the steep hills were torn to shreds and just a muddy mess.
There was a massive starting line and long initial straight away (making me think this might be a good Nationals course at some point.) I took off from the gun at a Nationals type pace, but I found that I was running alone 800m in. With the wind and the rain, I was like there is no way I'm running 5 miles by myself, making the race unnecessarily difficult. So I slowed down a tad and waited for the mass of runners to catch up. The first couple miles I ran sandwiched between two Denison runners who I expected to possibly be with me at 4 miles since one had been with me through 3.5 at the Knight Invite, and the other had just won his conference in a record time, beating good Allegheny runner Zac Ross by 13 seconds.
After I was about 2.2 miles in, I
suddenly caught a glimpse of my teammate Dehaan on my right, who I
expected was one of the Denison boys. I looked behind, saw Knight Van
Kampen on my other shoulder, with no Denison runner's in sight, and
exclaimed "oh", because I thought I was running with two Denison guys,
not two Calvin runners. Dominic Smith, Case Western, made a strong
move in the ensuing snaking trail in the woods (possibly to try to make
a break from ONU All-American Jimmy O'Brien) and ran with us for maybe
2k. Then he dropped a little off. Until three miles I wasn't working
too hard and decided to measure it out just a tad, and finally at four
miles started pushing. I knew we didn't want someone sneaking up and
winning Regionals who had already been taken out of the race, so I
pushed that last mile hard to try to stop that from happening. O'Brien
did come back to take fourth, catching Smith from far behind him, which
just goes to underline my point...that you don't just cruise in, you
take the hammer out pound away.It was great that we were able to run so fast on such a sloppy day. There were several places that ones rhythm is destroyed, between the tight muddy turns, slippery bridge, and the cold water from the 8"+ deep puddles that cool your muscles down. It was awesome having what must have been 50+ Calvin fans out cheering for us on the course. Most of our team figured out a way to come down and when you run by such a long line of fans cheering for you by name, it is pretty amazing. I guess you can start to realize what it'd be like to have an entire sports arena chanting your name. About 120x what we hear.
I am excited about racing Nationals at Hanover. It is kind of like a coming back to where DIII begun for me. The first nationals race I saw was at Hanover, as my sister Jesi had qualified to run there as a freshman individually. It also is the site of Regionals a couple years in which I had an excellent race which I'd love to duplicate. I know of a ton of friends teammates, alumni and parents that are planning on coming down, and I have my family coming in from New Hampshire.
Also, my teammate Erik Van Kampen got interviewed for Trackshark.com a couple weeks ago. You can find his interview here INTERVIEW.






