The best race I ever ran was a 10-miler in Huntington, West Virginia.  It was 47 degrees and overcast, on a course that had been partly used for a 10K I had run a month earlier.  The first half of the course was relatively flat.  My 5-mile split was about the best 5-mile time I ever had.  The second half of the race was not flat—it had two pretty big hills.  Coming down the hill I was cruising right along with about a mile to go.  Coming up along side me was Bob “The Body”.  I don’t remember he last name.)  We had been in several races together, so we chatted for a few seconds.  Finally, he said, “Well, see you at the finish line”, and he took off.  I couldn’t go with him.  It was hard to watch him zoom off, but I was going as fast as I could.  Anyway, I finished strong with a time of 67:43.

For some crazy reason I had decided to run another race the next day.  The only time I raced on back-to-back days.  It was a 10K at the Kentucky Horse Park in Lexington, KY.  Instead of the 47 degrees of the day before, it was a sunny 80 degrees.  And the course was all up and down, up and down.  I was so glad when I crossed the finish line.  It was a struggle the whole way.