Total Fina International Friendship Run 10K
Total Fina International Friendship Run 10K in McAllen, Texas
32:22 (5:13/ mile pace)
3:13, 6:21 (3:08), 9:33 (3:12), 16:06 (6:32), 19:26 (3:20), 22:41 (3:14), 25:56 (3:14), 29:10 (3:14), 3:11
3rd Place, $500.00
I ran this race back in 2000 and placed 2nd in 33:18 to Isidoro Martinez (32:53) before the days of prize money. Perla, Madelyn, and I flew down the day before the race and met up with my coach, Doug Erickson. It was the first time we had seen each other since the day I resigned from coaching at Texas-Pan American. We attended the "expo" and ran into Mexican elite director and editor of Runners North Magazine, Carlos Guerrero, David Chavana, Debbie Arzola, Westly Keating, and a old compeitor from Florida Atlantic, Greg DeStefano. Amazing what a small world this is...
Anyway, we then proceeded to drive the course, debating if it would start down below at Anzalduas Park, or above on the road. To our luck it started down in the park, which included a nice climb 1K into the race. We established our strategy, which was largely based on the projected weather conditions (80's and 80% humidity) and the elite Mexican athletes, and set off driving the course noting the long straight-aways.
After dinner at Olive Garden and a good sleep, we awoke to very hot and humid conditions. We then headed out to the bus station, where we would be bussed to the starting line in these old trolley-type buses. Sitting on the wooden seats, our driver did not even know how to get to the start line! We were trapped on the bus, with several women elites, with less than an hour to the start. We had practically crossed over into Mexico and the driver was lost, even though I knew how to get to the start. We'd run if we had to!
The situation was finally corrected and we pulled up and got out to warmup. My hamstrings were incredibly tight and this worried me, but after a brief warm-up with a former athlete, David Ramirez, I headed to the restrooms and laced up my flats.
Probably the best story of the day came when as we were waiting to start the race, there was this Mexican runner on the other side of what I thought was a lake. Roped-up to the side of the lake was a Border Patrol boat with a couple agents inside, looking at the start of the race while this runner kept looking for a way across. Well, I was about to tell the Border Patrol to go give the guy a lift because if not, he's going to miss the race. Turns out that my "lake" is the Rio Grande River separating the US from Mexico! Poor guy was trapped. He just kept running to and fro' for close to an hour.
Finally the race gets uderway and Greg takes it out hard, but no one goes with him: it's too hot. The top Mexicans are already together and running strong. I follow about 10m back, as we climb the hill. By 2K I've moved into about 10th place and am about 40m back of the lead pack and I begin to notice the favorite (and eventual winner, Miguel Luna) throwing in surge after surge as the field would string out behind him and then slow back down again, like he was testing the field. By 3K I moved into about 8th place and was already feeling the heat. Plus, my left hamstring and side was starting to give me trouble. I moved into 5th place by 4K and onto 5K I moved into 4th place, about 100m back of 3rd and 200-300m behind the leaders. I completely felt horrible, like dropping out, at 5K (16:06) and went from gaining on 3rd to losing about another 50-100m. Finally a turn approached by 6K and I immediately started feeling better. I decided to try and reel in 3rd place. It was a lot of work and took me about 2K to do it, but I pulled even at 8K (25:56) and while he went for water, I went for broke. I started running as hard as I could, and he latched on, but I kept the pressure and the image that I was fresh and soon he was broken and I was committed on catching the leaders. But the leaders were too far ahead, even though I'm pretty sure I ran the fastest final 2K of the field in 6:25, with a 3:11 closing kilo.
Miguel Luna took home $1000.00 for his 1st place, 31:51 clocking. Alfredo Moctezuma, a mountain-goat of a man, took 2nd in 31:58 for $750.00, while I placed 3rd in 32:22 for a nice $500.00 pay day. Antonio Gutierrez took 4th and first master and $300.00 for his 32:42, and San Antonian Victor Viesca finished up in 5th in 33:34. My wife, Perla, coming off a 25K victory on Sunday, battled to a 41:41 finish, good enough for 8th overall on the women's side.
After a nice breakfast at Outback's of all places, we parted ways and headed back to Webster with another great experience in the Valley. I highly recommend this race, especially the way the Tornado's ran it: Leno, Vaughn, and Victor partying all night and showing up at the race reeking of alcohol and then racing their guts out!
32:22 (5:13/ mile pace)
3:13, 6:21 (3:08), 9:33 (3:12), 16:06 (6:32), 19:26 (3:20), 22:41 (3:14), 25:56 (3:14), 29:10 (3:14), 3:11
3rd Place, $500.00
I ran this race back in 2000 and placed 2nd in 33:18 to Isidoro Martinez (32:53) before the days of prize money. Perla, Madelyn, and I flew down the day before the race and met up with my coach, Doug Erickson. It was the first time we had seen each other since the day I resigned from coaching at Texas-Pan American. We attended the "expo" and ran into Mexican elite director and editor of Runners North Magazine, Carlos Guerrero, David Chavana, Debbie Arzola, Westly Keating, and a old compeitor from Florida Atlantic, Greg DeStefano. Amazing what a small world this is...
Anyway, we then proceeded to drive the course, debating if it would start down below at Anzalduas Park, or above on the road. To our luck it started down in the park, which included a nice climb 1K into the race. We established our strategy, which was largely based on the projected weather conditions (80's and 80% humidity) and the elite Mexican athletes, and set off driving the course noting the long straight-aways.
After dinner at Olive Garden and a good sleep, we awoke to very hot and humid conditions. We then headed out to the bus station, where we would be bussed to the starting line in these old trolley-type buses. Sitting on the wooden seats, our driver did not even know how to get to the start line! We were trapped on the bus, with several women elites, with less than an hour to the start. We had practically crossed over into Mexico and the driver was lost, even though I knew how to get to the start. We'd run if we had to!
The situation was finally corrected and we pulled up and got out to warmup. My hamstrings were incredibly tight and this worried me, but after a brief warm-up with a former athlete, David Ramirez, I headed to the restrooms and laced up my flats.
Probably the best story of the day came when as we were waiting to start the race, there was this Mexican runner on the other side of what I thought was a lake. Roped-up to the side of the lake was a Border Patrol boat with a couple agents inside, looking at the start of the race while this runner kept looking for a way across. Well, I was about to tell the Border Patrol to go give the guy a lift because if not, he's going to miss the race. Turns out that my "lake" is the Rio Grande River separating the US from Mexico! Poor guy was trapped. He just kept running to and fro' for close to an hour.
Finally the race gets uderway and Greg takes it out hard, but no one goes with him: it's too hot. The top Mexicans are already together and running strong. I follow about 10m back, as we climb the hill. By 2K I've moved into about 10th place and am about 40m back of the lead pack and I begin to notice the favorite (and eventual winner, Miguel Luna) throwing in surge after surge as the field would string out behind him and then slow back down again, like he was testing the field. By 3K I moved into about 8th place and was already feeling the heat. Plus, my left hamstring and side was starting to give me trouble. I moved into 5th place by 4K and onto 5K I moved into 4th place, about 100m back of 3rd and 200-300m behind the leaders. I completely felt horrible, like dropping out, at 5K (16:06) and went from gaining on 3rd to losing about another 50-100m. Finally a turn approached by 6K and I immediately started feeling better. I decided to try and reel in 3rd place. It was a lot of work and took me about 2K to do it, but I pulled even at 8K (25:56) and while he went for water, I went for broke. I started running as hard as I could, and he latched on, but I kept the pressure and the image that I was fresh and soon he was broken and I was committed on catching the leaders. But the leaders were too far ahead, even though I'm pretty sure I ran the fastest final 2K of the field in 6:25, with a 3:11 closing kilo.
Miguel Luna took home $1000.00 for his 1st place, 31:51 clocking. Alfredo Moctezuma, a mountain-goat of a man, took 2nd in 31:58 for $750.00, while I placed 3rd in 32:22 for a nice $500.00 pay day. Antonio Gutierrez took 4th and first master and $300.00 for his 32:42, and San Antonian Victor Viesca finished up in 5th in 33:34. My wife, Perla, coming off a 25K victory on Sunday, battled to a 41:41 finish, good enough for 8th overall on the women's side.
After a nice breakfast at Outback's of all places, we parted ways and headed back to Webster with another great experience in the Valley. I highly recommend this race, especially the way the Tornado's ran it: Leno, Vaughn, and Victor partying all night and showing up at the race reeking of alcohol and then racing their guts out!