"This will not stand." For the second consecutive race, Theresa Wright passes me in the final stages of a race, like I was standing still. I say something encouraging and nice, but inside, I'm seething. I make it a point to catch back up to her, even with less than a mile to go. I begin to make up some ground, but it's tough with the black ice everywhere.
And I do mean everywhere. It seems there had been heavy fog, which turned into heavy frost on the streets of Hudson. Footing has been treacherous the whole way. It is all any of us 800+ runners can do but remain vertical. (By the way, Frosty is appropriately part of the race name, and Vertical is appropriately part of the race organization team. Just pointing that out.) My pace is fluctuating wildly, depending on the ambient footing, which is almost but not quite uniformly bad.
Do I manage to catch Theresa? Nope. I do get fairly close, though. But I guess it did stand. My time is 43:03. Not nearly as good as last year's 41:41, or the previous year's 40-something. Blame it on the frosty frost. At least I won my age group.
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