I’m going to give a little report of my race today and the past few weeks of training. It’s funny how the body works sometimes and not others. I was pleasantly surprised with how good my training has been since my last race. I’ve done some consistent mileage around 120k and I’ve had some fast workouts with 1-2k intervals in the 305-315/km range.
Going into today’s race I was confident with my training and my usual pre race routine; lots of water, lots of carbs and decent sleep. I’ve had some tightness in my left glut for a whie but it hasn’t slowed me down much until now. Weather was not ideal today -6 and a 25km/h north west wind made it feel much colder so it was full tights and long sleeve for me today. It was sunny and footing was good however so I still felt i could run a 3:20/km pace putting me around 1:40.00 for 30k and in contention for top 5. Unfortunately that didn’t happen today. I started out right where I wanted to, around a 3:15/km pace banking some time with the wind with the leaders still in view and feeling pretty good.
We turned against the wind around 10k and I was still working and staying motivated until I saw my split at 15k. Average hr was 172 but pace was 3:30/km from 10-15k. 172 is an effort I should be able to run for a full 30k.
Tightness in my left gluteus, mental and physical fatigue and negative self talk started to take place. Feeling like dropping out around 17k luckily I was on the wrong side of the bay. The only way back was to run. Over the hills on northshore being passed by several others my heart rate dropped to 150 and pace slowed to around 3:55/km. Suddenly I was doing long run effort and feeling sorry for myself. I got to 25k and decided I was tired of being passed and feeling sorry for myself. I just wanted the run to be over with. I got my heart rate back up to the 170’s passed two runners getting my pace back under 3:30/km finishing with a bit of pride.
The take away from this race is that we all have good and bad days. We all have inner demons that try to hold us back and we must overcome them. I’m happy that I finished and didn’t steer to my car in the last km to hide my performance or lack there of. Nothing would be worse for my pride than not finishing. After all I’m a physically capable, healthy young man with two legs. I should be grateful for the fact that I can do what I love everyday and run.
I hope this helps all of you who’ve finished a race you weren’t very happy with. Learn from that experience, move on from it and give it your all in the next one.
I’m off for dinner and a pint.