Sat 8/14 - AM 1:45 including trail half marathon

The apotheosis of sandbagging. First, and almost certainly last, win in Colorado. Not exactly a distinguished achievement as the field was small and many notches below competitive. Combined with the last-minute and fairly substantial changes to the course which included twice around a loop in the last 3 miles that had "afterthought" written all over it, the experience only vaguely resembled a race. At least they did come through with the post-race spread. Slept poorly last night, hot days making the room I'm sleeping in very stuffy. Also far too anxious for this morning's event. Got up feeling flat and tired, and worried about aggravating the foot as well. Took one look at the field on the starting line and knew I could take it relatively easy. Led pretty much from the gun, climbing went fine although at times I was wondering if I was going any faster than when I ran up the same road on Friday. Reached the turnaround just after 5 miles about a minute before the next guy. Next 3+ miles all downhill and focused solely on not hurting the foot by stepping on small rocks in the road. Thankfully successful at this. Once the road bottomed out, spent the last 4.5 miles on cruise control. Took just a few looks over my shoulder during this time, never saw second place, as such pace got progressively slower the last 5k. As it turns out, the final margin was less than a minute, which I found somewhat surprising not that I cared. Every mile was dutifully marked but the only time I used the watch was to measure the gap at the turnaround. Legs and foot didn't feel that bad afterward considering the downhill pounding in flats. Weather cooperated, after four days of clear hot conditions the morning broke overcast and cool.