Euracing Part III

How to fit in with the Belgians, and Europeans for that matter.
Last year in Belgium I wasn’t fooling anyone: I clearly looked and acted American.  More often than not, cashiers and people on the street would open with English when speaking with me, doubtless for the cargo shorts and running shoes I wore around.  I’ve gotten better since, and they begin with Dutch.  I don’t come from a fashion background by any means, but it’s been interesting observing the differences.  There’s nothing complicated about the male Euro look.  The defining elements are the haircut, pants, and shoes.  One additional accessory seems to complete a look, such as a watch, handkerchief, or tie (or scarf?)  Your haircut should be very short on the sides, longer and combed over on top.  If you’re really going for it, you get highlights.  Your shoes can be literally anything from 180€ leather dress shoes to crocks depending on the situation.  Sandals seem to be totally acceptable, but running shoes aren’t.  You’re better off wearing Vans.  And your pants better be tight.  All the better if they’re colorful and show your ankles.  I haven’t gotten that far yet though.
As long as you don’t walk through towns gawking at gargoyles, you sit facing the street, people watching (even with two in your party), and you have an espresso or beer in your hand at all times, you’ll fit right in.
The Coolest Workout Setting, Ever
Spent a day In Bruges
On Tuesday I was In Bruges for the final workout of track season.  We call it the Zap Fitness Pete Rea “Classic” and it usually serves as a race week tuneup.  It’s a 4-3-2-1-3-2-1 minute fartlek with 1/2 time “offs”.  Run correctly, the difference in paces begins only 10-15 seconds / mile and increases as the fasts get faster and the slows get slower.  What made the session, though, was the scenery.  Bruges is circular with a canal running around the perimeter.  A soft surface bike path runs along the inside of the canal, making for a perfect place to run.  Every half mile was a drawbridge and accompanying mini castle / keep.  There were also several old fashioned wind mills (you know, the Dutch ones) along the way.  I was pretty happy we found the location, not to mention with a track nearby.
Scalp Taking in Kortrijk gave me some love for beating Kenyan Conseslus Kipruto on Saturday night in the Kortrijk 1500.  It was a strange race as only myself, the eventual winner Carsten Schlangen of Germany, and Rich Peters went with the pacer.  I split 57 through 400, 1:56 at 800, and 2:55 at 1200, making up a large gap to Schlangen in the third lap.  I nearly drew even with him on the final curve but he had me on the home stretch.  The remainder of the field including Kipruto was coming late, but held back a bit too much early to catch us.  For me it was an excellent confidence booster and speed injection coming into this weekend.
Vacation within a Vacation
On the beach in Duinberg, Knokke-Heist, Belgium with
George, Donn, and Peter.
After Kortrijk I spent a few days up on the seaside in Duinbergen, Knokke-Heist with Princeton team mates Peter Callahan, Donn Cabral, and George Gallaso.  The week-long siege the clouds laid on Belgium finally ended and we enjoyed some time on the beach.  Peter spent his childhood summers here and showed us some of the Belgian shore culture.  Pistolets (bread rolls with slits down the middle) with dark chocolate spread or American prepare (very finely ground raw beef) is a Sunday tradition.  We also had the tiny shrimp they catch right offshore us as the tide comes in.  On the beach the children collect a certain type of sea shell with a serrated edge and use them as currency to buy bouquets of plastic flowers for their sand castles.  Most of all I enjoyed getting in some runs with my friends and team mates from college.  Running certainly has brought us far.
Time to Run!
I can’t be more excited for this weekend.  The Heusden KBC Nacht 5k on Saturday night, a day of rest on Sunday, and the 3k in Gent on Monday night will cap off the track season.  Over the past few days I’ve browsed through my running log reflecting on all the work I’ve put in since January, and looked at photos from all the moments at meets and at Zap we’ve already had in 2014.  Taken one way, it all culminates in these two races.  But I’m not thinking of it that way.  This is just another race weekend on the way to wherever running eventually takes me.  I’m more excited than nervous, and know that it’ll be more fun than anything else.  I’m completely relaxed and happy to be here, ready to compete and let it unfold the way I know it will.