Eighty-four runners, 41 walkers, and 18 one-milers turned out for the event. The overcast sky, light wind, and temperature in the 70’s previous to the race were very welcomed. However, weather conditions rapidly changed; the sun came out, the wind disappeared, and the temperatures rose rapidly during the event with no shades or trees. It was a two-man race between Chuck Engle and Mike Thrailkill, and it was decided just in the last ¼ mile. They took an early lead and kept it until the end of the race. Defending champ Engle, 34, took the title by a 4 second margin, 17:20 to 17:24 over Thrailkill. Mike got the Masters award. Rob Oates finished third in 17:58. Curtis Kynerd, 56, was the first Grand Masters runner in 21:51. Yolanda Brown, 30, from Jackson won easily the women’s division in 21:15. Miriam Allred, the top Masters, was second overall in 23:10 followed by Johna Mae Freiman in 23:25. Jennifer Tauchen (31:35) claimed the top position in the Grand Masters category. Samuel Martin won the 5k Walk in 31:50. Pine Belt Pacer Larry Sykes was second in 32:16, while Nestor Raul Anzola finished third in 33:12. Larry took home the first-place Grand Masters title, and I got the top Masters award. The overall female winner was Donna Gonzales in 32:25 followed by Elizabeth Howard who was the top Masters in 33:14. Third place went to Gwen Jordan in 34:17. Martha Keenum (37:38) was the Grand Masters winner. Daniel Mooney won the 1-mile event in 7:05. Amanda Sharp was the first female (8:12). Knowing the power and great performances of Samuel, Larry, Donna, and Elizabeth in the race-walk events, my plan was to start strong and stick to them in the first mile. I always lose contact with the top walkers at the beginning of every single occasion losing 100-200 yards in the first ½ mile and then keeping the same distance behind for the rest of the race. Well…this time was supposed to be different. The gun went off, and I was right there in front battling with these guys. “Great! I can beat them”, I thought for a moment! Then after ½ mile I heard a familiar sound, something hitting the ground. It was my car’s key! What should I do? I could keep going in the race and look for it in my way back. However, I can tell you I don’t see anything small in the street with or without glasses; I suffer some type of “street blindness”. In addition, I was too far away from Hattiesburg to get another key, so I decided to stop, return and look for it right away. Fortunately, another walker saw where I dropped it and showed me the point. I picked it up quickly and went back to the race. However, those guys were already far away ahead. I tried to catch up, but it was too late and an impossible mission. I got in a stable pace and just look at them disappear in the distance. Thanks to the MTC crew for another well organized race. See Results. © Pijume Diwesi
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