This isn't about road restrictions
per se, but it does illustrate how race directors can ignore course setup instructions from a measurer. It's from CT measurer Bob Stephenson in his monthly Milford RR club newsletter. It's a little long but his droll humor makes it worth the read:
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The CT Roller Girls are the female component, comprised of two teams, the Yankee Brutals and the Shoreline Salty Broads. It turns out they put on a 5K road race in Derby last year but had a few problems with the course. I was contacted by Dee Nasty to certify the race course for them before this year’s event. The competition is held on the Greenway in Derby, and I went over on my day off to meet with Banana Slam-Her and check out the course.
The Greenway starts next to a parking lot adjacent to the Housatonic River and heads off towards Ansonia. It continues along the Naugatuck River into Ansonia, which would be very scenic for the race, except it would involve crossing a busy four lane highway. Twice actually, since it was out and back. Picture having a race cross Route One in Milford by the CT Post Mall. The heat (60’s term for the fuzz) would never have allowed it so there was a definite stopping point at both ends of the course.
Banana Slam-Her did mention that there were a lot of complaints last year about the 5K course being a little short, so I took the precaution of g-mapping the course before I actually rode the calibrated bike over it. It did turn out to be a little short, but what’s four tenths of a mile among friends. It actually was that short last year. There must have been a whole bunch of PR’s set, possibly even a world record by the winner.
After agonizing over the situation I suggested doing a 4K, which fit nicely onto the course. After a team meeting it was decided that was the way to go. The pre-registered people were notified and it turned out nobody really cared. I was going to run, not one to turn down a comp entry, and looked forward to setting a PR for the distance. I was pretty confident, since I had never raced 4K.
I went back a few days later with the calibrated bike and marked and measured the course. The 4K fit in nicely and the turnaround was about 100 meters from the busy street. You ride the bike over the course twice to do a certification. The difference between the two rides was four inches, so it was totally accurate for this year’s competition. Nothing they can do now to screw this baby up!
The actual race was one week later, so I showed up bright and early, got my free number and was ready to go. The entire contingent of roller girls was there so I got to meet them all. Five or six ran the race and the rest of them were helping out. Among other athletes present were Puke Skywalker, Scorn Muffin, Revengella,Eleanor Brusievelt and Luciana Pulverotti. I’m not sure if those are their real names or not, but I was afraid to ask. A couple of them had multiple piercings and there was a preponderance of tattoos.
I was pleased to see that there were only about 50 people there for the race, including the Derby Middle School girl’s team. I was confident I could beat most of the little chicks but the roller girls were looking challenging. At least they weren’t wearing their skates. The horn went off and we were on our way. After the first quarter mile I was eighth or ninth and breathing hard. I figured I wasn’t going to do as well as I hoped, but manfully kept up the pace. After about a mile people started to crap out and I was moving up. I was still behind two of the middle school girls but I could sense they were intimidated.
As two Kilometers neared I was looking for the turnaround. I knew there was a large white dot on the pavement with a giant white arrow around it. I’m not clairvoyant, I was the one who had painted it. As I arrived at the turnaround I noticed that there was a water stop set up 100 meters ahead, just before the main road. All six of the people in front of me had continued going straight ahead, meaning they were going to go about 200 meters too far. I was faced with an ethical dilemma which I had about five seconds to solve. I could either turn around at the correct spot and cut in front of the six athletes ahead of me, or go down to the water stop and turn there.
I opted to keep going in fairness to the others, also being worried that Puke Skywalker would kick my ass if she was one of those ahead of me. At least I got some water. The competition up ahead was slowing down and I had moved up to second place overall with a half mile to go. The leader was some 13 year old boy but he was looking strong. I put on a manly kick but so did the kid, leaving me still in second at the end. That was by far the best I had finished in a race, although I did keep in mind that the field was pretty weak.
I broke it to the Roller Chicks that they had the turnaround in the wrong place and the course was 2 tenths long, which actually made it 4.17 kilometers. They were a little chagrined but never did get around to telling the competitors, although the regular runners were suspicious. I didn’t say too much more because I was afraid of getting my ass kicked by Babe Vigoda. The bottom line for the faux pas was they paid $200.00 to get the course certified and still screwed it up. They weren’t even writing down finishing times, so naturally the results never showed up on line. That meant that I still had no PR for 4 kilometers, although I was able to figure out the mile pace, and I didn’t get squat for my greatest performance. At least let me know that you feel my pain!