"Spareribs, we'll give you a ten minute handicap."
"Thanks," I said. "I could use it!" So I paid my money and went over to talk with my friend Terry who is a member at the Lake Grapevine club and he starts telling me about the handicap they gave him.
I said, "Wait a minute! This is a handicap race? I thought that guy was kidding me."
So of course they have in their db my previous times at this race which I ran after surgery. I think my first race there in November I ran a 10:24 pace, and eventually got it to 8:37 pace, but then ran another 5K elsewhere at an 8:32 pace. I could have gone back and changed it, but I didn't when my two AG enemies, Scott and John showed up and I learned Scott, who is way faster than I am now, was given 9:45. I have no idea what John's was. Had this been any other race but the Carrolton race I would have immediately gone back and adjusted for my current best 5K time, the 8:32 pace, because my goal today was to run it in 8's. But this race is very low key. Everyone gives back the trophies for example, and most of us are just competing with our AG friends. I thought no more about it since Scott's handicap was so large and I figured overall they were probably about right.. We get some high school speedsters who run it in 16 minutes.
So Scott and I and a few others hang around a bit after I did my 2.2 mile warm up and needle each other about handicaps. The Saint ran to the race from the house, about 3.7 miles away and her plan was to run home after the race. She got an 11 minute handicap. So the race starts and they send people off in groups and there is all this catcalling of "CHEATER!" and stuff like that, aimed at the earlier groups to go off.
When the big clock face counts down to 11 minutes off goes the Saint, and I follow one minute later. At about 3/4 of a mile I passed her and she kindly mumbled "SANDBAGGER!" as I went by. As I was running alone I had no idea what my pace was but I was determined to run this race in 8's and also not to go out too fast, so I was pretty pleased to look at my watch at one mile and see 8:08. I was VERY comfortable at one mile.
And I was comfortable at 2 miles with my 7:44. So now all I had to do was pick off the slower people who went out ahead of me, and I got the last guy at 2.5 miles. I ran just steady and fairly comfortably the rest of the way with no one near me, 7:59 for the 3rd mile and a kickless 47 for the final tenth and 24:39, or 7:57's for the race.
Now here is the part I feel bad about. Instead of the normal scoring with AG trophies etc. which is what I thought it would be, they gave a $25 gift certificate from a local running store! I figured later on that if I had gone back and given them a more realistic predicted time before the race that I would never have won, but I didn't realize how they were going to do the awards. They have never given prizes before. The 2nd and 3rd place winners got running socks. Of course had I done that, Scott would have won and he sandbagged almost as bad as I did.
I ran the course again to cool down and when I came back Scott and some of my friends were sitting in camper chairs drinking beer. We talked about that scene in "The Sting" when Doyle Lonigan, after losing at cards to Henry Gandolph, complains about not being able to tell Gandolph that he was a better cheater. I talked to the RD after the race and told him I felt bad about the prize, but he said only that he was very happy to see how my running improved and that he was happy to see me running so well, so that is something. Spareribs