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Rage Race Report: 2005 Scandia Run

Photo by Al Whalen's nice friend...

Like “The Babe” pointing to the fence at Wrigley in the 1932 World Series, 12 runners at the 2005 Scandia Run put their game faces on and called their own number before they even toed it up.

But even after all the smack at the DAC, the only safe bet was that after this year’s Scandia Run, someone was going to walk off with what was tucked safely away in the truck of K.C. Taylor’s tightly secured vehicle (e.g. he left his P-Diddy CD playing with the windows rolled down during the race).

The other safe bet was this thing was going to be settled on a sultry morning on one of the fastest 10K courses you’ll find anywhere.

Keep in mind that a $60 pot is about as serious as these running junkies ever get having bet five bucks a piece (…we’re talkin’ their own money here) on predicting their own finishing times, all of which would test each runner if they were to come closest to…and beat (a controversial “no sandbagging” rule put on the table the night before not without a lively debate).

As the runners warmed up, you could sense the pre-race jitters were about as thick as the smell of mint in the air, blown in from the fields bordering the course, reminding runners that it’s Scandia time. The course is fast so you’re supposed to run fast here, but the heavy air on this particular day seemed to make my legs feel like lead. I hate it when that happens.

If the mint doesn’t conjure up the traditional spirit of this race, the t-shirts will. The pattern emblazed on everyone’s chest has changed only in color over the last 31 years. The volunteers, entry fees, sponsors, race organization and post-race refreshments have never forgottten what keeps the runners coming back all these years.

Boz (Todd Bosworth) and K.C. seemed hell-bent to run away with the cash with a spirited pace through the first four miles. But on an out and back course, the rest of us get a chance to look into their eyes after the turnaround cone. As I expected: These two dudes don’t blink. Come race time, they’re all business, baby. And it didn’t look any different today. Worse yet, you could almost see dollar signs flash in their eyes, making the rest of us feel like we’d been duped into some pyramid scheme. Bad news for the rest of us…and especially me, because I was not only way behind them at that point, I’d need a miracle on the last 2.2 miles if I was going to beat my number (38:20). Nobody was doing worse than me…or were they?

I decided that while they were very nice guys, it was getting awful close to “I hate those guys” time. But first, I was fully engaged in my own two battles: The first was trying to avoid the invisible gorillas that hang out near the turnaround cone every year ready to jump on unsuspecting runners backs with 2.2 miles to go on this easy-to-overcook-on-the-first-half course. The second battle I wished was imaginary. His name: Mr. Josh Masterson…recent winner of the 2005 Circle the Bay 30 Kilometer Run, who was doing much more than keep me honest over the first four miles. And if I wanted any cash, I’d have to go negative on the inward half. But if I thought I had it bad, Josh had it worse. He predicted his finish at 38:04.

Then, to my surprise, I had avoided the invisible gorillas this year and started to pick up the pace and put some distance between me and Josh.

I hit mile four in 24:54, and it was time to do the math, baby.

I knew I needed something inside of 37:10 at the six mile mark if I was going to actually give a rip this time whether or not K.C. knows where he left his car keys.

So…if I could coax a couple of 6:05’s out of my parakeet quads, I might get myself back into the ballgame. I put my head down, and didn’t do too much else. When I looked up and saw Ed Spinney, I knew I must have picked it up. I caught my split at mile 5 and it was too slow, but not bad: 6:09.

I reset my mindset again for another six-oh-anything, and finally caught Boz with a 6:03.

We crossed mile six at 37:06…and now, I need a 1:13 finish to come under my predicted time by a second. Fortunately, Mr. Bosworth decided to throw down a gauntlet for an impromptu 100 meter interval at the end of a 10k…always fun….especially when you’re dying like I was. As you might expect, we both “Flintstoned” the shoot. (Translation: Flintstoned…as in “bam-bam”…get it?).

I tried to explain myself afterwards:

“Etiquette, schmetiquette. I’m talkin’ Boz, Rage, the clock and the flipping cash. It doesn’t get any better than that, baby. If Todd and I aren’t duking it out on the last stretch, Whalen would have been buying our next Sunday round of post-run coffee. Now, Al is a nice guy and everything, but who would you rather have to buy you a cup of coffee?”

What are you drinking, Todd?

Race Notes:

A special thanks to Jack Spaulding, who immediately recognized that the real Joan Taylor is actually much better looking that the dude who was wearing her number.

An extra special thanks goes to Joan Taylor for designing the entry form for the predicted times, which collected the following quotes to the following question on the entry form:

“Would really love to beat…but really must kick _________ ass!” And, the race for the most popular responses to this question is no surprise: Bosworth (4), followed by Taylor (3).

A special note to the folks who beat their predicted finish times:

Al Whalen, Carol Holt, Toni Harms

Here’s how everyone did:

The Dina
Harms, B
Harms, T

And that’s The Truth. The Rage

2003 Scandia Run by Todd Bosworth

You have to get up early on race day when you have a two year old at home and 25 mile drive to Junction City.

I was really looking forward to this race to redeem myself after what I considered a very poor showing at the Coburg 5 miler a few weeks ago. I thought I'd smoke the master's field but was passed by Ramon, the Rage and Kyle Gee in the last 1/2 mile. I died. A good minute slower than what I wanted.

I vowed to cruise Scandia at 6 minute pace. I'll go out easy, try to keep Steve Dinatale in sight and I should be okay.

My wife wondered if 6:30am was early enough to get us out the door by 7:00 and we decided it was.

We woke up Weston, packed him in the car and took off. With a little extra time heading down Willamette I told Shelly I thought I'd get a latte at Starbucks at 18th and Pearl. She said "great, I'll change Weston while you're in there." It as 7:15.

As I walked out of Starbucks Shelly greeted me at the front door with a "you have the keys, right?"

"Why would I have the keys, you said you were staying in the car to change Weston? You're kidding, right? No? Damn!" I'm in my shorts and singlet. My extra key is in my wallet, in my bag with my phone in the car and the keys are in the ignition.

It's 7:21 and we're trying to figure out what to do. I thought of our Civil War Relay experience. You know what I mean, right Coop? Why don't we call Triple A (as we did at the CWR) and Shelly says we're not members anymore, we never used it.

I called a few friends and made contact with our dear friend Vicki, who also happens to live 2 minutes away. She says she'd be glad to help. She'll put on some clothes, come get me and drive me to our house to get a key. Cool!

I wait, 7:25, 7:29. Where is she? 7:32 and here she is. 9 minutes? Let's go!

I crawl through the window, and the alarm is announcing "an intruder in the bedroom!" I turn it off, get the keys, reset the alarm and I'm out in less than a minute.

Down Willamette we race at 27 miles an hour. Should I offer to drive? It's 7:42.

I jump out, yell "thanks Vicki," run the last block and Shelly, Weston and I are off in a flash.

I wait for the green light at Jerry's onto Hwy 99 and instead run the red light.

7 miles to Junction City and Shelly says her watch reads 7:57. We might make it. My watch says 8:01 and I doubt it.

Shelly drops me off on main (Ivy Street?!) in JC and I see a crowd as I run to the start. It's the walkers and they're two minutes from starting, so I'm about 3 minutes late. Pretty amazing actually.

No number but I start my watch and take off. I see the back of the race turning the corner onto Dane Lane. I catch the pack and weave in and out, pass the mile mark in 5:49, weave more, second mile in 5:53, more weaving and comments from friends like, "what are you doing here?" "Sleep in, Boz?" Yeah, yeah. I pass the 3 mile mark in 17:42 and I feel pretty good considering.

I hate the next mile with the turn around and all. More comments. Yeah, yeah. It's strange to run a race like this. Running and passing everyone. Mile four 23:54 and I'm losing a little. I regroup, concentrate on my form and feel okay. Around the corner and back onto Dane Lane and I see my lovely wife and son in the baby jogger doing the Scandia walk. "Hi!". I must be feeling better. Mile five and 30:12. Losing a little even though I am keeping my arms moving well. Last mile in 6:15 and I really thought I was going faster. I click off at 37:42. The official clock says 40:40 and they whisk me through the shoot.

Not bad, been a little under this week, but a minute-fifteen improvement over last year.

So where is everybody? Let's see, Al Whalen PRs in 36:59, Dino at 36:35 (I think he averaged the same pace at the Coburg Half!), Mark Kalen is happy with his 38:29. KC breaks 38 by a few seconds. The ageless Gene Solomon clicks 38:23 on about 11 miles a week. There's Brian Stockdale, T. Bone and Kyle Gee. Cool.

Is that? It is! Mike Logan. The Rage on the comeback trail! He ran 38:21. Impressive! I tell him my time and he congratulates me but mentions he beat me. Officially of course.

We'll see Mike, we'll see...


And that's the truth.

Todd Bosworth

Water stations at the out and back corner - Scandia Run in Junction City
A water and aid station is set up at the corner of Love Lake Road and Dane Lane.
2002 Race Photo by C. Eberhart

2002 Scandia Run Video Clips
Click for Video of Race Leaders at Mile 1. Also, an exclusive 10k Truth feature...click for Video of Vanilla Thunder at Mile 1 (Rage encourages him with the comment of "Sack of hammers, baby!") This year's Scandia race results can be found at http://www.goodrace.com/2002_Scandia_Run_Results.htm

Photos from the 2002 Scandia Run

The Valley South Athletic Club put on the 28th Annual Scandia Run & Walk on August 10, 2002 in conjunction with Dari-Mart and Junction City Parks & Rec. This USTAF certified 10K course, out and back with a middle loop, was the final race of Ben's summer trifecta during his month long 10KTruth indoctrination with Uncle Vanilla Thunder, (receiving additional running smack from Rage and T-Bone, of "we're chick magnets...keep running and you can be a chick magnet too" fame).

T-Bone parks his classy set of wheels in downtown Junction City before the 28th Annual Scandia Run.

"The Truth hurts right now." - Kyle Gee (38:27)

This stretch even had Bosworth (39:02) panting.

Ben heads toward the 5-mile marker through a litter of paper cups.

T-Bone (39:55) at the finish flashes the victory sign to "Uncle VT" (41:39) and Ben (39:39).

Rage Race Report: 2001 Scandia Run

If you are looking for a fast 10k course, look no more, baby. This one, billed locally as a "Roadrunner's Classic," most certainly is. Looking back in our race archives here at 10kTruth, I couldn't believe that we have never covered this race.

Scandia Run Finish
The Finish Line awaits.

Every runner has their course and I would venture to guess that in the 27 years this race has been run, it has produced more personal bests than any course, any distance, anywhere. This race pumps out more sub-40s than St. Georges pumps out sub-3:00s. The key difference is you don't need a parachute on the first half of this course. It is as flat as they come…not a bump in it. That's what I like best about it. It's one of those "spare me the violin and just gimme the number" courses. No excuses here, baby.

I think another reason why it produces fast times for so many runners is that it comes right on the tail end of the summer running season. It's usually the second weekend of August, and runners are coming fresh off several races, such as the Butte-to-Butte, Coburg Half/Five Miler and local All-Comers meets. With this kind of backdrop, it's no wonder that folks show up for this one in really good shape.

Ray Hughes running Scandia
Ray Hughes checks his watch at Mile 1 (4:42).

Why is it called Scandia, you might ask? The race is part of Junction City's (Oregon) annual "Scandanavian Festivale", a celebration of heritage where you thankfully can't find a single swoosh on any of the wooden shoes adorning some of the patrons. (Okay, so maybe there's a pair of polysorb insoles smuggled into a few pair).

As much as I wanted to run it, The Rage would be sitting this one out (sore knee). While I would not be tested on the course this year, it would give me another opportunity once again to offer my insight, analysis and witty one-liners (along with some cool telestrating with Dwight up in the booth), and to watch Coop.

I hoofed it out to mile #1 and waited for the runners to come by. It was perfect running weather…cool and overcast, and the leader (Ray Hughes) made an early statement with a 4:42 first mile….ouch!

Kyle Gee at Scandia
Kyle Gee likes what he sees (5:50).

Just about a minute later, Kyle Gee crossed mile one at about 5:50, heading for what I suspected might be (you guessed it) a P.R. Kyle was having a breakthrough year, reminiscent of the one I had in 1999. He had been hot on my tail for the last couple of years and I now find myself in the role of pursuer. He looked completely in control as he glanced at his watch.

Ray Hughes records his split at Mile 3.

Odis Sanders in familiar territory, running alone at Scandia.

Coop turned in a solid first mile, but the look on his face indicated he felt like he left some on the table.

At mile 3, Hughes continued to lead and Odis Sanders, the amazing 42 year old, was running in the top 10, as usual.

Kyle Gee gears up for the second half.

Coop hugs the line and drops a pair.

Hughes approaches Mile 5.

Sanders, a couple minutes back.

Kyle Gee says hi on his way to a 36:18.

Kyle came by, relaxed enough to say hello, as I snapped his picture. His 37:11 (P.R.) at the Butte-To-Butte told me he would be at least a minute faster here. He was well on his way, as he crossed mile three well under 18:00 minutes, putting him in great position for the second half. What an incredible year he was having. He also broke 5:00 in the mile at the All-Comers meets.

Coop smells the barn.

Coop followed shortly thereafter, while he was running strong, his hair looked terrible (see finishing photo). I was going to say something, but decided against it, having learned to keep my course commentary focused and to the point following the Run for the Shamrock earlier this year.

The finish line comes to life.

Coop says, "Enough with the
camera thing, okay Rage?"

Kyle finished in 36:18 and Coop finished in 42:41. Hughes won it in 30:31 with Sanders finishing 6th in 33:09.

It was fun to watch, but I rather would have been running. I'll be back…and that's The Truth.


Mark Kalan says, "That ain't workin'...That's the way to do it...."

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