0 to 60 in... a bad twist!

As someone who likes running for the speed of it, it's really impressive to follow the outstanding progression of one key metric in the automotive industry: the time it takes for a car to reach 60 miles per hour, from a full stop. Last week electrek reported on Porsche boasting a mere 2.1 seconds for its Taycan Turbo GT with is Weissach boosting package. What $230,000 can buy you these days... No wonder this unsustainable race to power has create another environmental catastrophe, or a boon for the tire industry as a matter of fact. Indeed, electrical cars burn tires 20 to 30% faster than traditional ones.

As for me, the number 60 triggers great memories of my 60-meter dash runs in middle school. Being among the youngest and shortest throughout all my school years, 1 year ahead of my schoolmates. my speed on that distance help me regain some stature and self confidence. I switched to and focused on soccer afterwards, only coming back to the track mid way through College. Then to distance running after building a family.

60 is also a major milestone I passed a month ago as some of you have seen on Facebook. After missing on most of the M55-59 age group after contracting an injury at the end of 2018, a tendon which took almost 4 years to heal, I was excited to see how to make age just a number, as I successfully did in my 40s and early 50s.

The beginning of the season wasn't great already with a minor but annoying pain deep in the calf. To be on the safe side, I did rest for 6 weeks in January and resumed training mid February, 3 weeks before the 50K Nationals on Long Island. Having missed the Jed Smith 50K annual test, I didn't have much ambition for that Championship, still aiming at breaking 4 hours given a reasonable fitness level.

There was special excitement for my birthday on this leap year. For many years I had teased my dad, an OB-GYN, thinking he had decided to declare my birth a few hours after a February 29 just to shield me from the ambiguity of a 2/29 birth date. He didn't find that particularly funny, I'll never know for sure if I turned 60 or 15 last month. March 1st was a Friday this year and it turned out to be a busy day: 10 hours straight at work, then rushing out to squeeze an ultimate 10K training run before some tapering, then attending a concert at Agnès' school. It was pouring rain, not the best conditions to test the speed, although you never know which weather you'll get in New York in March, so I did suck it out. 50 yards from the house, I was at full speed when I saw a big puddle and decided to jump over it laterally. Oh my, how much I regret that decision... Upon landing, I thought I had lost my lower leg. Such an intense pain, like a wire had gone though the knee to cut the leg.

Going to the concert right after this was a painful experience as I could barely hold any weight on my left leg. But the next day was horrible, after the knee warmed down and a big inflammation kicked in. Like with any bad event happening to you, or to me anyway, I got into pure denial that this could be serious.

I first thought that I had just twisted my knee given all the ligaments around the need were so painful but the knee still seemed to function. And that it would just take a couple of weeks to pass. But then, after the swelling decreased, and seeing a PT last week, who checked the ligaments were all good, the pain still subsides and it seems like an MRI is now in order to see how much damage has the meniscus suffered and if surgery is required. Dang, triple dang. Just for that stupid idea of avoiding a puddle.

Source: vishalpai.com.au/meniscal-surgery

I've so many bad feelings about the situation that I'm thinking of writing another post just to spit them out! Not that you care but as part of the journaling of my running experience. And some sort of therapy.

So, here you are for those wondering about my silence and 3 DNSs so far this year. I so much wish this would be just a nightmare or an April Fool joke but I spent a month pitching myself and, unfortunately, it isn't. And it sucks. Although, every day, and thinking about too many friends, I remind myself that this isn't cancer at least. And all the energy and hours I'm saving from not running go into my first job, my employer should be happy at least.

With that, not much to relate anymore in this blog from a running journey standpoint. Hopefully some better news in a few weeks. Or months. Not years. Or worse...

PAUSATF 2023 season award banquet: back to exceptional normal!

2022 still had quite some pandemic after state. Our society and world is still healing from the global shock but, for our Mountain, Ultra and Trail Running Grand Prix, things were pretty much back to pre-pandemic normal, that is, with many exceptional achievements from all!

As the LDR (Long Distance Running) MUT sub-committee chair, I cover mostly that part of our Pacific Association business, and have been since starting running ultras in 2016. See for instance these posts of our yearly editions of this award banquet: 2008, 2009, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2016, 2018, 2019, 2021 on Zoom, 2022)

While this edition was called the 4th, we've had LDR-specific banquets long before. Our Grand Prix started in 1992, so we are in our 33nd year, counting the 2020 season we started but aborted in March. Some great traditions stick, thankfully! Although, not without a lot of work, support and engagement from many!

So, why 4th? Because, in the midst of the start of the pandemic actually, on February 1, 2020, our leadership took the decision to gather all our sports and committees into a single celebration. To give a voice to all, to invite everybody to learn from others. While that worked at the top, and for other reasons like member priorities, we actually saw a decrease in the number of representatives of our LDR members to these celebrations. Subtle balancing act... What we gain at least though, which was one of the main initial drivers for the change, is an official recognition of the promising Track & Field Youth. Kids love it!

Now, some posts take much more time than what I expect. I'm a collector -don't get Agnès started on the reationale of keeping years of issues of UltraRunning Magazine...- and kept all the programs since the first banquet I attended, in 2008. I was quite disappointed to learn that, for the first year, nobody had stepped up to create one this time. Although I know it takes a lot of work as I provide the MUT-related information. At least, our hard-working communication lead, Cynci, gathered all these inputs into several slide decks online on our association's website. With this additional switch to a digital mode, I took the time this Sunday to go through previous programs and recreated the award history since 1992, phew! Making it available to all in this spreadsheet, let me know if you spot mistakes or commissions, that was hours of edits...

With that long preamble, let's report on that special evening. While my MUT theme was "back to normal" I'm going to suggest another one for the overall ceremony: "MUT isn't the only group running long..." Indeed, instead of finishing by 8 pm, the award presentations were still running at 9. Maybe the good time to situate the venue, Brentwood. Despite having lived in California for now a quarter of a century, and roamed quite a lot across the large area of our Pacific Association ranging from San Luis Obispo to Reno, I have to admit I've yet to explore more. Brenton is half way between San Jose and Sacramento but kind of far from the main axis (80, 5, 680, 580) so, I dare to say, it felt quite in the middle of nowhere and I'm very appreciative of my MUT colleagues for having stayed until 8:30 already. 

For a nice change, the registration fee included two alcoholic beverages and the bar was actually quite loaded! There you are for a great start. The room, a veterans' hall, was rustic but the team had put a lot of work in creating posters, and buying a boat load of colorful balloons, to create a clear USATF touch.

The program started with a keynote by Elena Buckner who recently competed in the Discus at the World Championships.

From her passion for all sports through middle school, to her specialization and successes in the discus and shot put in high school, Elena very genuinely and eloquently invited us through the peaks and valleys she went through College, the extremely hard work she invested in these years in Texas and the heartbreaking challenges when being dropped by coaches. Elena's main mantra: "Learn how to believe in yourself! And when things don't work out, find a way to still do it!" Despite a lack of progression in her athletic performances through College, Elena's parents still supported her to persevere and Elena is so grateful to the Pacific Association Foundation for also supporting her three years in a row, keeping believing in her. And all that paid off when Elena hit the 61.55-meter mark which qualified her on Team USA. And, as she shared with humor, making her "good enough for drug testing!" What an inspiring journey of hard work and perseverance, and realization of her childhood dream. Indeed, when she was a kid and people were asking her what she wanted to do as an adult: "an Olympian!" Her closing was to cheer for the promising youths and the critical importance of coaches in shaping lives. All the best, Elena: Citius, Altius, Fortius!

Then the long series of awards started, punctuated by a few trips to the Mexican food buffet which even had deserts later.

Our entertaining MC, Past President, Charlotte, was helping on multiple fronts, from thoughtful introductions of presenters, to serving at the buffet, supervising the bar, giving hints to the DJ, phew!

And now a zoom on the MUT section. For the sake of (my) time, let me include below the notes I had prepared to accompany the slides I had made and which will be available soon on the PA website (I had asked Cynci to remove the Volunteer and Runners of the Year slides ahead of the presentation in order to maintain an Oscars-like suspense...).

Per my previous post in December, I designed a framework to remove some of the subjectivity from this selection exercise but, with so many brilliant MUT athletes in our association, it's still very hard. Special thanks to my partner in crime, Shiran, and those who voted among our community of runners, volunteers and Race Directors, essential partners of our Grand Prix.

I'm very excited for our three top awardees who happen to all be first recipients at that level! Congrats Jessi, Mandie and Jonah, and all the very best to you and our Age Group Champs for keeping inspiring our local community this way!

Charles (M60 champ) and I (M50) with our Quicksilver team captain, Stephen:

This year, we finish second in the Men Team competition, 1 point behind Pamakids' 86, so close!

Now, for a bit of embarrassment: while I was happy that MUT did get the very last slot this time, we may want to get the Youth recognition earlier in the program, not at 8:30 pm. Although, maybe that helped get them to patient more quietly though long presentations otherwise. Yet, they were adorable, taking turn at the mic then in front of Irene's camera, so many inspiring performances at the Junior Olympics and joyful smiles, beyond the timidity of coming under the spot light!

On the other side of the spectrum, the excitement of Elsbeth Padia, 85, was even higher than the kids. She ran to the stage, was jumping while telling us how happy she is to set records at the National level in her 80s. She got into Track and Field at 73 so she is just getting started! What another inspiration! When I grow-up I want to be like her!

Speaking of excitement, what about this other pillar of our association, having fun popping balloons, after receiving a life achievement award for decades of leadership of our coach community: Dave Shrock (tonight was at the PA level, he had been recognized already at the National level in 2021):

Past 9, there was quite a sense of urgency to quickly clear not the dancing track, pun intended, but the field. With the 70 miles to home, that made it for a long day, albeit not as bad as when the banquet falls on the same day as Jed Smith, which happened several times in the past. Have a great 2024 season all, see you at the many PA events throughout the year and next year for another celebration!