Well, that went poorly.
I've been sick for two weeks now, and I've been trying to tell myself that I would be fine before this weekend. I warmed up coughing, I did strides coughing, and I was coughing 10 seconds before the gun went off.
Ya, I'll totally be fine.
The elite field assembled before me was hard enough without my sickness, and it was just embarrassing with it. As the gun went off the pack started jogging, as elite fields are want to do. I took the lead and went through with pedestrian splits of 63/2:07.
I felt awful. My body was shutting down after 200m and I was fighting every step of the way. I'm upset that the race went as poorly as it did, not because of any poor tactical error on my part but simply because I couldn't fucking breathe out there.
I'm upset that I waited so long for this opportunity and a few fucking bacteria made me run 4:21 (4:03 1500) in a race that was won in 4:10 (4:52 1500). I wanted to go to everyone running and watching after the race and say "guys guys, I was sick. I'm not really that bad."
But I cant.
I also cant be a whiney little bitch about it. It's done, in the past, and I have these hopefully-fantastic antibotics to help me get well. They're having SOME sort of effect, my heads a little wonked out as I write this.
Do your stuff azithromycin. Get me better so I can run like I know I can.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Friday, March 16, 2012
6 Months Waiting
Coming through in 66 for the first 400m of our quad meet 1500m, I feel like shit.
Just stay here and cover moves I think to myself as I sit in 3rd.
2:14. Feels fast and I'm worried. It shouldn't feel fast.
500m to go pace heats up, and with just over 400m to go it drops like a rock. I think we pass the 1200m mark in 3:16.
Way off 1st, in 2nd with 3rd on my shoulder. Somehow I run down the leader to win, 4:00.
I was tired, it hurt, it felt too hard for the opening pace, the splits were everywhere, but dammit I won.
That was 2 weeks ago. We get 3 or 4 chances to run a real fast time in a season, and tonight is one of them. Oxy distance carnival is one of the best meets, because its, well, all distance. It's at night, so it's perfect distance running weather here on the outskirts of LA.
Since that race a couple weeks ago, my speed has slowly come around. We didn't have a workout last week and we just hammered workouts. Kenyon runs, 12x400 with 1min rest in 63-64, a few 400s in 54, a race simulator of 150s, 400s, and 200s all smashed together.
It was a rough week, but this lazy spring break week leading up to tonight has been very easy.
And I'm very nervous.
It's the first chance to run a great time, and I've been thinking about it for 6 months. At least. Without cross country (because I was abroad in the fall), there was no other races to focus on. Just thousands of lonely miles thinking about races to come. Like this. Like tonight.
My seed time is faster than I have ever run by 4 seconds, and it's basically the last seed in the fastest heat. Oh, a couple sub4 milers and a World Championship qualifying 800m guy? 2 more DII All-Americans also? Why not.
It doesn't really matter, I'll go out and hold on for dear life.
I AM nervous though.
Really nervous.
I don't know what I'm capable of running, but I hope it's fast enough. I'm seeded to run a 3:54 (~4:11/4:12 mile equivalent).
Let's try to run that, shall we?
Just stay here and cover moves I think to myself as I sit in 3rd.
2:14. Feels fast and I'm worried. It shouldn't feel fast.
500m to go pace heats up, and with just over 400m to go it drops like a rock. I think we pass the 1200m mark in 3:16.
Way off 1st, in 2nd with 3rd on my shoulder. Somehow I run down the leader to win, 4:00.
I was tired, it hurt, it felt too hard for the opening pace, the splits were everywhere, but dammit I won.
That was 2 weeks ago. We get 3 or 4 chances to run a real fast time in a season, and tonight is one of them. Oxy distance carnival is one of the best meets, because its, well, all distance. It's at night, so it's perfect distance running weather here on the outskirts of LA.
Since that race a couple weeks ago, my speed has slowly come around. We didn't have a workout last week and we just hammered workouts. Kenyon runs, 12x400 with 1min rest in 63-64, a few 400s in 54, a race simulator of 150s, 400s, and 200s all smashed together.
It was a rough week, but this lazy spring break week leading up to tonight has been very easy.
And I'm very nervous.
It's the first chance to run a great time, and I've been thinking about it for 6 months. At least. Without cross country (because I was abroad in the fall), there was no other races to focus on. Just thousands of lonely miles thinking about races to come. Like this. Like tonight.
My seed time is faster than I have ever run by 4 seconds, and it's basically the last seed in the fastest heat. Oh, a couple sub4 milers and a World Championship qualifying 800m guy? 2 more DII All-Americans also? Why not.
It doesn't really matter, I'll go out and hold on for dear life.
I AM nervous though.
Really nervous.
I don't know what I'm capable of running, but I hope it's fast enough. I'm seeded to run a 3:54 (~4:11/4:12 mile equivalent).
Let's try to run that, shall we?
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