Finally I get to do a proper time trial around The Tan, granted I would have preferred to be fully fit but it is good to have a starting point.
I was team captain for Division 4 and exercising my captains privilege I nominated myself to run first. Some may say that is the most nerve wracking position but I prefer it, standing around waiting my turn makes me more edgy.
The morning was stunning, bright sunshine, barely a hint of a breeze and not too cool. I did my customary warm up too the loos and back, then made sure my team mates, Kerri and Kirsten had their relay numbers and we decided on positions. Being that it was only a lap each timing was easy as we used my watch and I took splits to fill in on the team sheet afterwards.
Turned out that my pool running buddy Jo was also in Division 4 and running first, after all those weeks in the pool it was cool to stand there on the start line together. Funnily enough I was not all that anxious, knowing that I am not fully fit I was there for the team and to enjoy the experience. I always prefer to start any race with a positive attitude but I was not feeling the best today, 2 very busy days in Sydney for work, the flight up on Thursday was horrible (more later) and I flew home last night. I know it was only from Sydney but flying knocks me about, I tried to convince the pilot that as one of Melbourne’s top distance runners he really should do me the courtesy of flying us home at low altitude to keep me fresh, but they just didn’t see it my way
Also, I hadn’t run much this week and on my warm up I could feel my chest rattling in a rather disturbing manner.
So the point is, not feeling 100%, but hey not complaining and prepared as always to give it my best. The gun went off and I just took off comfortably, no point killing myself before the Anderson Street hill, Jo was off and ended up about 30 metres in front, I wasn’t going to try and catch her. All the little tackers behind us went streaming through, I felt like Gulliver
As is my practice at the moment I did not bother looking at my watch, as I was only going to take a split for the lap I didn’t pay any heed to the markers (they are every 250 mtres around The Tan) and also I know the track like the back of my hand. The plan was to take it easy until I got to Anderson St, then take it super easy up the hill as I still need to be careful up and down hills at the moment, cruise around until I hit the Shrine, then the serious down hill stuff starts. It was after I hit the shrine that I was able to reel in a few extra spots as some of the other Div 4 girls flagged, I think I managed to take over 2 or 3 on this section and they didn’t catch me again. about 1Km from the end I realised that I was gaining on Jo, only because her achilles was giving her grief and she had to slow somewhat, otherwise she is a bit quicker than me. We ended up neck and neck and hit the finish line together, so we started as we finished
My time was 17:35, am I happy with this? I bloody am thankyou! An average pace of 4:38 on that track at this stage of my recovery is better than I could have asked for and better than I was expecting, especially after racing 4Km only last Sunday. Now, if I had have continued on that pace for a further 200 metres I would have run about 18:30, why am I mentioning this? Earlier this year I did a 4km fun run around The Tan (Super Sunset Series) when I should have been fitter than I am now, I finished that one in a pretty dismal 18:40, today I would have done better!
Again I was also mercifully free of the dreaded finish line dry retching so I was able to finish strong again, perhaps it really was related to the iron deficiency. I did have to stand aside and compose myself afterwards but that is pretty standard.
Got a warm glow really, if you had have asked me prior to the race I would have tipped a time of about 18:30 to 19:00 based on how I was feeling.
Imagine how I will be after a few more months of rebuilding my base and some speed work behind me. I know I keep saying it but I continue to be amazed at the level of fitness I retained during the lay off and continue to be grateful that I did not just give in to the misery and let myself get fat and lazy.
Which brings me to my next point, yes, I did get a letter published in a magazine. I never written a “letter to the editor” before, but in last months Run for your Life magazine there was an article on pool running. After I read it I sent an e-mail to the editor on a whim, I was just getting back into running at that stage and was feeling all warm and fuzzy and evangelical and decided to share. I kind of forgot about it and didn’t really expect it to be published so I got a surprise when I opened my copy yesterday and saw my name in print
After a very slack running week (only 11.5Km so far) I am feeling pretty fresh so at this stage I am still planning on my long run tomorrow, I will try for a gentle 65 minutes, depending on how I feel tomorrow.
Yikes
You may recall on one of my trips to Brisbane about 2 months ago that I encountered some rather nasty turbulence on the flight. Well, that was nothing compared to the turbulence on the flight into Sydney on Thursday morning, I have had some rough flights into Sydney, including a very nasty one where we were held in a holding pattern for 45 minutes in a thunder storm, but this was the worst yet. It was brief, but very violent and only about 25 minutes before landing. One minute we were cruising along nicely then it felt like a giant had picked up the plane and started shaking it like a snow dome. The lady I was sitting next and I crashed in to each other and my newspaper went flying. You know how the plane usually just drops, this time the plane was also jolting from side to side, I was trying not to look at the wings but they were shaking like mad too. I’ll admit I lost my cool somewhat and was muttering a few choice words under my breath and my heart was racing. Other people on the plane were crying out and there were alot of very scared faces. On the other hand the group of 16 teenage boys on a school trip thought it was a hoot, the little bastards
Afterwards they were all quoting stats to each other, “you are more likely to die in a car crash, of beri beri, by being kicked by a donkey, hit by a flying saucer etc than in a plane crash”, here’s one for you boys, you are more likely to be smacked in the head by me than die in a plane crash!
Oh yeah, and the old classic, QANTAS have never had a plane crash, yeah, well, there is a first time for everything.
I guess my last post was a bit cryptic, I was on a mood, am over it, for now 