In years past I’ve warned
of the danger of underestimating Peter Reid. I told you how
hard he was training and how determined he was to unleash
fury on the lava fields of Kona.
The year the pundits and
contemporaries had written him as finished – unable to dig
deep when the going got rough, I said he’d make fools of you
all. He did. The following year the same pundits said,
“Yes, Peter managed a last final flare before blowing out
but he won’t be a factor this year. The others are too
strong.” I said he’d win and win he did.
Last year it seemed like
folks were finally beginning to figure out that this man was
not going gently into category of the “also ran” and in the
end was the only one out there that kept the race exciting.
He ran like a god.
This year many are
picking him to win. Sorry but you’ve missed the opportunity
to be prophetic. This year Mr. Reid will simply have
himself a good ol’ time.
So I’m afraid there will
no amusing warnings from me. There’s nothing to fear in the
three time champ.
It’s my fault really. Me
and many of his other friends. We spent more time hanging
out this year than in years past. As we’re not capable of
swimming (sort of), biking or running with Peter, any time
he’s spent with us has been time away from training.
There’s been a lot of late nights, coffee and food. Some
will question the latter, as he looks lean and fit, but I
assure you, it’s all smoke and mirrors. A half hour here
and there in the weight room and you can fool even the most
educated observer into thinking you’re something of a
thoroughbred.
In years past, Peter has
had little time to spend with friends, as the focus of life
has been that single day in October. During those years his
every action and thought has been made with the weight of
knowing he will have just one eight hour period in which to
justify his entire year – in fact his entire life leading up
to that moment. As his resume demonstrates, he has
justified it with dignity.
If forced to make any
predictions at all, it will be that Peter will continue that
tradition of dignity this year and in the years to come –
with more fun and less worries of winning. Winning carries
such weight and responsibility. Who needs that?
Peter will have a good
swim. I’m certain of that. Why, you ask, would he have a
good swim if he’s not going to have a great race? Good
question. Swimming is the element of the race he can do
with his slower friends (they’re all slower) and so this
year he’s been swimming a lot more. I wouldn’t let it worry
you if he comes out a bit ahead of schedule. Things will
sort themselves out.
But maybe just not right
away. I’m sure that after having a strong swim he’ll be
buoyed by the temporary euphoria of a solid performance. He
may go out a little hard on the bike. In fact I’m almost
certain it’ll happen. Just let him go. When the Steinway
salesman comes calling, you’ll be seeing him soon enough. I
expect this to occur later in the ride, as experience will
carry him along. So don’t panic if you’re getting splits
that suggest he’s pulling away.
And even if you don’t
catch him before the transition everyone knows that the
‘fit’ and the ‘almost fit’ are separated on the run.
He’ll come out of the
gate like a cheetah looking for lunch but that’s only for
the cameras and an obligation to his sponsors. He’ll pull
off a few fast miles then settle into a reasonable pace,
taking time to cheer on the other runners.
It’s even possible that
the first half of the marathon may be a bit head spinning
but it’ll just be fumes. And we all know what happens when
the fumes are gone.
Here’s the thing though –
a small word of advice, if Pete is in front of you at the
half way or closing in fast, you may want to consider
picking it up a bit just to be safe, you understand. For as
relaxed as he is this year, once he smells the barn he may
get a bit anxious. A negative split is not entirely out of
the question.
At any rate, I know he
won’t mind me telling it like it is. There’s just no point
in all you fellows unduly bothering yourself with concerns
over what Pete will do this year. Take my word for it –
he’s just out there to have a good time.