These word travel in a battalion of binary, tinily constituent of a surging light pulse torrent hastening at the universal speed limit within a three inch diameter fibre optic cable on the bottom of the Atlantic. Outside this intercontinental information superhighway lies absolute inky blackness, vertical miles of ocean hammering down in mute pressure. At one point the cable passes a group of thermophilic deep sea organisms huddled around a volcanic vent for sulphur and heat. We share some DNA with them.
Belgium was warm when we got in on the third of July. That Saturday, Leuven set an all-time temperature record of 35, convert that, 95 degrees fahrenheit. The bell tower near us played the Star Spangled Banner in the afternoon. #America. Our apartment at the summit of its very steep and narrow staircase stuffed between buildings doesn't have air conditioning. So it goes.
Ireland on Sunday was much cooler. During the bus ride west from Dublin I was surprised to see large rolling hills and occasional stands of coniferous trees lining the highway. Southwest Ireland was beautifully cast in late evening light filtering through clouds as we rolled into Cork, a harbor city. The athletes competing in the Cork City Sports meet were put in student housing near the track a couple miles out of town. There was one very weak wifi network set up for an army of twenty-somethings far from home. We looked like thermophiles around a volcanic vent.
|The 3k in Cork in front of race winner Brett Robinson|
I think I enjoyed all the potatoes and sausage (bangers and mash) more than most. The Irish are very hospitable and easy to strike up conversations with. Most Irish will say they can't even understand the accent of the Cork Irish, and I could hear why. The (friendly?) rivalry between Corkers and Dubliners extends to their respective local beers. Drinking Cork's Murphys Irish Stout and Dublin's Guinness back-to-back, I'd have to say Guinness still takes the blood pudding.
Despite windy and chilly conditions for the meet, the 3000 went a relatively quick 3:08 for the first three paced laps. I put myself immediately behind the rabbit and when he dropped off American Jon Peterson generously took over the lead. We slacked a bit on laps four and five and I let my eyes off the front of the race momentarily which cost me. Australian Brett Robinson and Jeff See plucked a lead ahead of the pack. With 200 meters to go I was moving really well and passing Dave McNeil, another Aussie while the announcer billed it as an Australia versus America finish. I was third in 7:54, a good start to the five race tour in Europe.
By mid-week the drove of American professional runners had settled in after their annual migration to Leuven, Belgium. Like Canada Geese we are here for the climate, we fly in V-formations on runs, eat a lot, and generally piss off the locals. Leuven is an out-of-the-way small town with everything Canada Geese need: a track to shit on (metaphorically), lots of awesome green space for our activity, and the by now famous waffle stand.
On Saturday seemingly everyone ran the 1500 in Kortrijk, a small town on the Belgium - France border. Courtrai (the french name) has been nice Nice to me in the past: it's given me a 3k PB before and nearly a 1500 PB last year. This time the fields were large and loaded, perhaps to the detriment of the races. I didn't get out quite hard enough over the first 100 meters, even though it was probably 13.xx, was far back in the pack, and had to make at least three huge moves, each on the backstretch of every lap, until I gained a spot in third with 200m to go right behind Lopez Lomong. The moves cost me a strong kick to 3:42, a subpar time but decent considering the whipsaw pace.
George and I got in a little fartlek and 400s tuneup session this morning in light mist. Both of us feel great coming into Saturday's KBC Nacht meet in Heusden, where we're both running the 5k along with Leuven apartment room mates Brian Shrader and Maverick Darling and several other US runners. The Olympic qualifying window is open and a fast time is the target.
For now thanks for reading and I'll post an update after the next couple meets. Here is my upcoming race schedule:
|Date||Race Name||Location||Venue / Distance|
|July 18||KBC Nacht||Heusden, Belgium||Track 5000|
|July 24||Morton Games||Morton, Ireland||Track 3000|
|August 1||Flanders Cup Ninove||Ninove, Belgium||Track 5000|
|August 7||Sir Walter Miler||Raleigh, NC||Track Mile|