I just blinked and
three four weeks went by. What happens to time at this time of year? Life takes off at warp speed and before you know it, it’s Thanksgiving. The local cross country season has come and gone, wrapping up last weekend at the USATF Northwest Region Open & Masters Cross Country Championships at Lincoln Park in West Seattle.
This cross country season was a bit of a blur, which I can best describe in one word: mud.
Every race had some combination of rain, wind, or mud. This was especially true at the USATF Pacific Northwest Junior Olympic Cross Country Championships, held two weeks ago at Woodland Park.
The amount of cross country participation at the junior levels was astounding. Colin ran the Boys 11-12 (years old) race and we arrived to find a packed parking lot, the likes of which I have never seen at the open level. I need to give some serious props to this kid. He will jump into just about anything with enthusiasm and a cross country race for which he had never trained was no exception. The 3,000 meter course twisted and looped around Woodland Park, ending with a terrifically brutal uphill finish, directly into a gusting wind. These kids were amazing coming up that last hill. Fifty-eight boys ran the 11-12 race, which is really exciting for the future of the sport.
That was also the weekend we had a fun visit with friends from Oregon. My friend Sarah drove up from Eugene and after a morning of cross country, we saw the sights of Seattle.
Last weekend’s mudfest at Lincoln Park really captured the essence of cross country season in the Pacific Northwest. Though the rain held off for the races, epic mud covered several parts of the course. This slowed things down a bit, but I still eked out a 22:00 6k. Can’t complain too much about that one.
And now we have less than two weeks to go until USATF National Club Cross Country Championships on December 10th in Tallahassee, FL. Yep, I’m dragging myself across the country on a super sketchy no-seat-assignment-until-check-in Delta ticket that gets me as far as Panama City, FL. Provided that I make it onto that flight, I’ll drive the two hours from Panama City to Tallahassee. It’ll be fine, right? Because cross-country travel usually goes super smoothly in December. Between now and then I’m just trying to stay healthy and hit a couple more quality workouts. No, I’m not counting down the days. Of course not.