This was a pretty good race.
The seed sheet shows a 4:30 then me at 5:00 and 4 between 5:10-20. SO my fear was that I was time trialing tonight.
So comes the gun and #1 takes the lead. I settle in on his should and assume he's gonna pull forward and I'll take the rail. He does not vanish in front of me so I stay on his shoulder. we pass through 209.34 meters at 38. Oh crap I need 37.5 just to hit 5 and I typically positive split the mile. I stay on his shoulder assuming he just needed to warm up and now he'll go, but NO. We come through the second lap at 76+. This is not good, so on the back stretch I press the pace and go around #1. He did not like this I fear because he charges past with authority as we finish the lap. I'm ok with this, because based upon seed times he should be there and now I have someone to mark again. He runs 2 honest laps, but I recall hearing 2:31 just as we pass through the 4th lap and this is not good, my sub 5 is slipping away. Somewhere in the middle of the 5th lap I push to the lead again.
Now things get interesting. I recall making a charge from the 600 mark last week, so I may be able to salvage this with an aggressive close. He passes me with 600 to go, but I had already made a pressing move so he stayed on that pace and I marked him like a hawk. From 600-400 we upped the pace. At 400 I got up on his shoulder because I really felt strong and open with my stride. He matched this again and this 200 is now the fastest thus far. As we approach the bell lap, it's a dead heat and I make a hard move. I wind around on the outside and he senses this and let's loose with 16 yr. old afterburner. He made a dent, but I made the decision I was gonna chase this punk (he was a good kid, but in the heat of battle, everyone's a punk) down. I start closing and the crowd is going nutz. I love track. I think he senses this and finds another gear. He put some distance in on the final curve and I maintain that gap down the home stretch. He wins the race and I charge over the finish. The Lewis coach walks over to be with stopwatch in hand and says rather glibbly, when was the last time you ran a 32? I smile and ask, did I break it. Still stuck on that sub-5. He says "Oh Hell yeah! 4:53 something."
I can be happy with that.