When I was in high school, our band director, Dr. Benson, used to sarcastically command us to "run like a gazelle" when we were getting on and off the field during marching band practice. He knew, of course, that upward of 250 asthma-prone band kids are anything but gazelle-like.
According to Ilesha, who is now my go-to source for any and all information, a gazelle can run 43 mph. Ilesha fails to mention whether a gazelle can keep this up over 8 kilometers, nor whether it would be distracted by all the food vendors that were set up along the route, so it's impossible to make any sort of definitive statement on my gazelle-likeness in Sunday's Grand Old Day on the Go race. But I'm still pretty happy with how I ran.
I finished the race with a time of 37:15. That's a pace time of 7:30 -- the best I have ever run. My pace Sunday was 17 seconds faster than in my last 8K, and a full 52 seconds faster than I ran in the same race last year.
I came in 15th in my division, so there will be no awards to brag about, but as always, what really matters is that I outran my wife.
Rachel finished the race with a time of 43:31. That's a pace of 8:46 -- 13 seconds faster than last year.