Thoroughbred race horses have always fascinated me. No doubt a few people are aware that I spent countless hours with my neighbors playing statistical, sports board games – particularly professional baseball (APBA and Strato-O-Matic). What probably fewer people know is that APBA also had a Horse Racing board game – where players could run the truly great horses of all time. My favorite was Man O’War. I even read a book about him and came to the same conclusion as the author; he was the greatest horse ever. I was always captivated by the races of the Triple Crown – the Kentucky Derby, the Preakness and the Belmont and followed them intently every year – waiting for the next Triple Crown winner and for a horse to rival Man O’War. During a recent race trip I got to pay homage to my favorite horse – at the
As for the half-marathon – it may not have been one of MY greatest of all time – but it was okay – with no reminders of the hamstring injury. The race (April 25th) was actually part of the Kentucky Derby Festival in
It wasn’t among the most scenic runs we have done, but there was an initial (hilly) section in a pretty, wooded park and the finish was in downtown
Pretty cool.
Beyond the race, it was a great trip to
and had a beautiful drive through Kentucky Bluegrass and Horse Country – the quintessential horse estates (hotels might be appropriate) with their vast grassy hills enclosed by white or black fences and the very pampered thoroughbreds, themselves.
At the end of the trip we had checked off State #30 – the 60% milestone! And the Thoughtful Runner even had a few musings. I mentioned that the race wasn’t one of my best. I had actually expected and hoped to do considerably better. Interestingly enough, about 5-6 miles into the race – when I could already see it wasn’t going to be a great race – my mind went to work and came up with any number of reasons to explain my performance – or lack thereof. It was unusually warm (which it was). There were lots of hills in the early park section (which there were). I had to do too much maneuvering at too high a speed to break loose from the throngs at the start (also true). My initial pace was too fast. I had been in
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Did Buggy read this? The part about excuses? Just wondering.
Well thought out musings, dad. I had no idea you had such a fascination with horses. I think it's so cool that you got to run the track around Churchill Downs. That would have been pretty neat.
But aren't you a little behind now? April? See you in a week!
Very good post, sweetie. And another awesome race and trip.
Buggy never makes excuses...
I didn't know you were so fascinated with horses either. My parents old house in Alaska was on War Admiral Dr. and there were several other streets named after racehores. I think Man O' War was just a block or so away... Glad you had fun in KY.
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