I am prone to falling prey to a nagging memory that spins tendrils of smoke to keep me from concentrating. It started on the ferry this morning. There was something in mind, but what? It is Monday, so that might rule out running. Late February… last year? Nothing. Here and there in my mind–what was in February? Mudderfell 6-hour? Yes, no… not sure. Snake River Marathon? I think that was March. February? Seaside? Trails End Marathon was in late February. That could be it. Why now?
And then it went away–until about an hour ago. The Seaside part had clicked. I quit keeping a running diary in 2002. Most of the old diaries are in a box in the garage; destined for the recycle bin if I ever take the binding out of them. Most of them. 1985, 1986, 1997, and 1999 are not in the garage. They are on a nearby shelf. 1985? That was the first year. I had started running in August of 1984. My first official marathon was the Trails End Marathon in Seaside, Oregon in… oh… oh my.
Thirty years ago today. In the same place the demons reside are angels sent to brighten otherwise nondescript days; to bring smiles and long gone images. The cryptic aspect of entries in old running diaries.
Saturday, February 23, 1985
48º start : 58° finish, overcast, no wind– Seaside, Oregon–Trails End Marathon
Disaster–too fast–ran 7:03s thru 18–7:10 for the 19th and then hamstring cramps the rest of the way. 2:16 for the first 19, 1:22 for the last 7.2, 3:38:08 total–oh well, live and learn. I died a thousand deaths, but I finished and I will do another. I don’t think I should have done the practice marathon three weeks ago (3:48 on Cap City course)–there is no one to ask.
I looked for history on the Internet and found one Web site with old Trails End results, but it only lists the sub3-hour folks. I would never make that list. It required more concentration than I seemed able to hold. That list caught my eye because of some of the names–mostly Pacific Northwest nostalgia.
Warren Finke 2:35:18 — One of the PNW’s greats and Mudderfell co-RD
Lary Webster 2:48:11 — The grand old leader, almost sub6 at 50 miles at 50
Ron Nicholl 2:49:31 — Hee hee, cut the bracelet off my wrist years later
Chuck Cammack 2:49:58 — Would win one or two (ultras) up here
Lee Fields 2:53:24 — Always flirting with the top ten
James McDowell 2:55:26 – His son, Nate, would be the first to run sub20 at Wasatch
Brian Kessler 2:56:02 — He who knows not of cold (shirtless at 35°)
Sonny Condor 2:57:59 — My memory fails, but…
Fred Willet 2:59:41 — Fred might recall– Fred won Siletz, a tough 50 miles of Coast Hills trails and logging roads, in ’87.
Thirty years ago today I ran my first marathon.
———-Run Gently Out There———