So yesterday was the big race, on of my favourite and thus one of the most important competitions in my athletics calender. I enjoy the run every year, despite the rain, wind and could that now comes as a free guarantee with your entry fee!
This years training had been very lax compared to last year, probably half the amount of training at least. But I was fairly confident with what I was doing, I don’t think I’ve lost anything since last years race, I just haven’t gained anything.
We got to the seafront at around 9am, in time to let the juniors race get under way, in which my sister won the 13-14 year age group. The weather was much better than it was last year, just a slight drizzle and a breeze that would be in your face for the majority of the race. A vast improvement from last years torrential rain!
Getting under way Mat and myself set a good 7minute mile pace, with the wind behind us we were 30seconds ahead of time at the first mile and still good past the water station and 2nd mile. Past the water station however you turn round and head back on yourself, over two miles back, past the finish to the pier with the wind in your face all the way. At this stage the same ‘slight breeze’ seemed to be a mighty force that gradually beat the pace out of you. I was struggling on the way back, either due to the wind or ‘working the night before’ syndrome. Either way Mat was gradually increasing the gap between us, which was disappointing to see from my point of view as I’ve normally had more stamina over the longer distances.
Anyway coming up to the pier I past mat on the return, I was perhaps 50m behind, coming off the pier ramp back with the wind behind you it was a different feeling, like Icould run easy again. Suddenly I had a refreshed energy and was able to recovery technique and some speed. Getting under 35mins was beyond me but Ii was moving up the places, pushing it to the max, again.
All was not good though as around 30m from the finish I had that sickly feeling, I coughed for around 5metres before pulling up to spit out a load of siliva and gunk, not sick luckily. So close to the end I made the stop as short as possible and carried on running. I had got maybe 8metres further though when I chocked, pulled up and was sick. That’s not all, as i stood there in the moments befor actually being sick, leaning on a bench my Year 6 teacher, Martin Kelk approaches, pats me on the back and says “well done Andrew, good effort, nice finish” (or words to that effect), I was sick, looked up and said “sorry I’m not finished yet, I’ll see you in a bit” and then ran off across the line.
Final time was 36.53min. 2minutes slower than last year. Could have been much better, but my final weeks preparation wasn’t very good. The plan was an early night every day to get myself refreshed but the earliest I went to sleep was Saturday night; 11:30 after an 11 hour shift at work. The latest being 5:30am! definitely not race prep if ever I saw it. I didn’t think it mattered until I started the race, and my body seemed to tell me how fatigued it was. Still there’ll be next year, next year I wont be working towards a Uni deadline, and I’ll destroy in the race. Going to train properly next year.