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I’ll have more to write later on about this morning’s race, but in case anyone was interested, I finished in 58:50 and was very happy to be able to cross the finish line on my own two feet.

Holy crap! Where has the summer gone?

The Falmouth Road Race is a short 5 days from today.

Good lord! This race used to inspire night sweats and weeks of dread.

By this point in past years I’d be monitoring everything in my diet.  I’d be planning out my rest days.  The countdown to a hydration plan would have begun.

As for this year – if it wasn’t for an email reminder about when and where to pick up my number (downtown Falmouth @ the Gus Canty Rec Center starting on Wednesday) I would have forgotten about it.

Well, forgotten is probably too strong a word. The local media would have definitely reminded me.

This is the only race that gets any local attention. It’s the Super Bowl of Cape Cod sporting events. I think it eclipses coverage of the CC Baseball League.  During the summer there are races nearly every weekend, but those garner no more than an occasional results block on the inside page of the CC Times sports section.  When Falmouth week hits, we’re bombarded with features, historical perspectives and overcoming adversity stories.  The race is covered live by a local radio station.

As for the race itself … it’s 10,000 people squeezed into a tiny side street in Woods Hole.  If you can run the first mile in under 9:00 you’re doing OK.  If you can run better than marathon pace over the 7-mile course, you’re doing great.  It’s not really fun.  Usually by the 3rd mile I’m melting in the heat and wishing I had stayed home for a more relaxing training run.

So why do I keep doing it?  Most of the cool kids I know (yeah, I’m talking about you Keith and Rick) have opted for the Saturday Brew Run instead of the Sunday Falmouth race.

I think I keep doing it because it’s the one race that everyone knows about.  Within the next few days (as soon as the media onslaught starts) I’ll be asked by everyone, “Are you running Falmouth this weekend?  How far is it anyway? “   It’s like running a marathon – you can run 10 marathons, but your (non-running) friends won’t be impressed unless you’ve run Boston.  That’s how Falmouth is treated around here.

So I’ll run it this Sunday, and I’ll apply again next year, and I’ll keep running it until the kids are older and they want to run with me.  Then we can all settle in and run it together. Then they can answer all their friends’ questions about how far Falmouth is.

It’s 6am, but it’s still dark.

I’m not used to that.  At home, the sun would have risen 45 minutes ago making it much easier to get out the door.

I have a course mapped out in my head.  It involves lots of loops and double-backs … not much fun, but it should get me the distance that I’m hoping for.

Looking out the window I can see a shroud of mist in the air.  I’m hoping that it’s rain, but I have a feeling that it’s a glimmer of the kind of humidity I’m going to run through.

My summer tour of some of the hottest spots in the US continues tomorrow. 

I have a 7:15am flight to Houston, TX where I’ll spend the weekend with Mom and Dad.

My real purpose for going is to bring home Caitlin who’s spent the past two weeks being completely spoiled.  She’s been going out to dinner, shopping, swimming in the pool, going out to more dinners, the movies, miniature golfing, mani/pedi appointments … In 10 days she’s done more with my Mom and Dad than I did in 18 summers of living at home.

I’m scheduled to run 7 miles on Saturday and then 14 on Sunday. 

I think I’ll pay close attention to the weather to see if 14 is a real possibility.