Brooklyn Brick
Vacation time is not real time. You exist in a universe where you do not need to worry about anything, except perhaps the vacation coming to an end. It is very hard for me to make the transition from vacation back to work. I try to alleviate some of the pain of the return by having things to look forward to a short time after I go back to work.
One of those things was the Brooklyn Brick race held in my backyard last night. The race was held from the Bartel Pritchard circle which is no more than spitting distance from my front door. Plenty of athletes from my tri club Asphalt Green were there, along with many members of other tri clubs. It was a Gotham Points race so AG’s strong showing was sure to get us a few points.
The race was originally set for 4 loops of the park, but unsurprisingly it was shortened to 3 loops since it would be getting too dark to hold the race of we went that far on the bike. It is a shame how early it gets dark around here. While I was in Spain, it was light outside until 10pm at night. Instead the race was a .75 mile sprint to the bike, a 3 loop/10 mile ride around the park and then a 3 mile run. The very definition of a sprint race.
For the first run, I was surprised at how sluggish my legs felt. I had absolutely no leg turnover. Really though, I shouldn’t have been surprised since I just got through with some very slow running while I was in Spain. I did no fast in Spain as everything was climbing up hills. The way everyone ran away from me on the first run, it felt like I was going to be dead last in the race. When I got to the bike though my legs started to feel better and I managed to pass several people while riding.
My legs rose to the occasion for the second run. I ran the 3 miles in 21 minutes, which gave me a finishing time of 55:58. The 3 mile run was very interesting. It was pretty dark by now and the run was on the inner trails of the park. The race director had volunteers out along the trails with lanterns marking the course, especially at the various forks in the road. It was difficult to see where you were going to step and at one point a turned my ankle.
After the race, I went with my fellow AG’ers to Farrell’s pub for a pint of beer in a Styrofoam container. We all stood around outside recanting war stories from various races and training days. All totaled, it wasn’t a bad way to ease the transition from vacation, back to the normal routine of work and training.
One of those things was the Brooklyn Brick race held in my backyard last night. The race was held from the Bartel Pritchard circle which is no more than spitting distance from my front door. Plenty of athletes from my tri club Asphalt Green were there, along with many members of other tri clubs. It was a Gotham Points race so AG’s strong showing was sure to get us a few points.
The race was originally set for 4 loops of the park, but unsurprisingly it was shortened to 3 loops since it would be getting too dark to hold the race of we went that far on the bike. It is a shame how early it gets dark around here. While I was in Spain, it was light outside until 10pm at night. Instead the race was a .75 mile sprint to the bike, a 3 loop/10 mile ride around the park and then a 3 mile run. The very definition of a sprint race.
For the first run, I was surprised at how sluggish my legs felt. I had absolutely no leg turnover. Really though, I shouldn’t have been surprised since I just got through with some very slow running while I was in Spain. I did no fast in Spain as everything was climbing up hills. The way everyone ran away from me on the first run, it felt like I was going to be dead last in the race. When I got to the bike though my legs started to feel better and I managed to pass several people while riding.
My legs rose to the occasion for the second run. I ran the 3 miles in 21 minutes, which gave me a finishing time of 55:58. The 3 mile run was very interesting. It was pretty dark by now and the run was on the inner trails of the park. The race director had volunteers out along the trails with lanterns marking the course, especially at the various forks in the road. It was difficult to see where you were going to step and at one point a turned my ankle.
After the race, I went with my fellow AG’ers to Farrell’s pub for a pint of beer in a Styrofoam container. We all stood around outside recanting war stories from various races and training days. All totaled, it wasn’t a bad way to ease the transition from vacation, back to the normal routine of work and training.
posted by Rebel at 2:55 PM
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