This race
write up is a little more personal, a reflection on what I’ve been able to
achieve.
If you’ve
found me on twitter or Instagram (My links are at the end of this post) you’ll
know that I went into this race with some ambitions.
After my
strong placing at Race 1 at Studley Park, and having loved this course last
year I readjusted my race goal to what I hoped and dreamed was something
achievable. This picture might let you in on what I was set out to achieve at
Race 2 of the Salomon Trail series:
I had
followed a similar training schedule to last month, tweaking it to spend more
time in the Dandenong’s with my friends in the Dandenong Trail Runners. I also
felt I had lost a little stamina by sacrificing my long runs for more intense
sessions on the trails. By spending the last two Sundays in the hills I
regained that belief that I could pull away on the hills and run strong from go
to woah.
So, how did
it pan out for me?
Race 2 was a
tough race. I knew the initial part of the run would be flat to slightly
downhill before the little rise up into the open plain. I set out with the field
leaders, running the first kilometre at a quick but maintainable pace. It was a
little difficult to get my rhythm over the terrain but I felt comfortable with
my breathing and place in the field, roughly 6th or 7th.
As we hit the plain I was inspired by Adam, who joked that this time he wasn’t
going to spend the race looking at my back. He pushed on ahead and I made the
move to go with him. As we turned towards the bush track I was able to pick
past him and another and was sitting in 6th.
Although I
really enjoyed running through the trees and scrub, I was at that point where
my breathing was getting laboured and I could feel my quads feeling a little heavy.
I was starting to have just a little bit of doubt creep in, and regret for
hitting the treadmill so hard on Thursday.
As we
reached the end of this section and hit the rise before the descent down the
grassy hill I was ready for that relief, and also rather happy that I’d chosen
to wear my inov-8 X-Talons. The grip they gave me in the grass and muck was
brilliant, as it was here that the first of the slips and slides started to
occur.
When we turned
up the hill and into the next section of track I felt this was make or break
time and began to push the pace from the comfortable to the unpleasant. My
breathing was laboured and I had to drop to a 2-1 breathing pattern to keep on
top of things.
We cleared
this section and started our last downhill section into the small valley. Here I
was able to find the balance between using gravity to help push the pace and
ease my breathing and heart rate a little and managed to make a jump on the
runner in front of me. I now had a feeling I was in 4th or 5th
and I wasn’t going to give it up.
Again as we
entered a new section of single trail that ran alongside the hill, I was glad
to have the additional grip of my Talons, as I could hear those behind me
battling with the twists and turns. Me, I was able to bite into the ground and
push off with confidence. The meandering trail again made a turn upwards and I
was starting to feel the pinch. What kept me going was hearing and seeing the
frustration or slight fear (sorry if you’re reading this – but it got me
going!) of my fellow runner as we started to climb again.
My return to
the long hill runs in the Dandenongs had given me the confidence to know that
even though I may have slowed fractionally, I was going to smash the last of
these hills. It was the moment of self-belief that I needed and I know that I
was able to put some distance between us.
Just as the
demons of doubt were starting to gnaw away again, we merged with the long
course runners and I was able to shake them off and kick on.
The last 2ks
or so were tough. The course was undulating with rises and drops and twists and
cutbacks that needed sure footing and confidence. I was really feeling it at
this point; heavy legs and laboured breathing ad a little bit of hope were
going to get me over the line. As we ran along the riverside I remembered that
little rise from last year and I was ready for it, no turning left for this
little fish. I scrabbled up the last of the trail, up and over the ridge and
steadied myself for the final surge. This last few hundred meters seemed to go
forever, and I was nearing my limit. In previous runs this is where I’ve been
at my strongest. This time I was spent, having finally pushed myself into that
next zone.
I heard
the kids on the cow bells and then I saw the Suunto mat and told myself that this was
it. As I hit the mat, I was hit from behind (not literally thank goodness) as
another short course runner came from nowhere. We hit the sprint and I told him
and myself it wasn’t going to happen. Not this time.
Well, it
did. In the final sprint I was pipped at the post. Hundredths of a second split
us. I was totalled, physically spent having finally pushed myself into that
zone of self-belief, that zone where you dare to dream a little and hold
nothing back.
My kids came
running over and just about cleaned me up. I was breathing so hard you could
have knocked me over with a feather, so two little kids were almost more than I
could take.
So this race
was about dreams, hopes and aspirations. After my hard work at Race 1 I finally
had the confidence to really believe that I could hit my goals. I finally had
that taste of success that is needed to push you out of your comfort zone and
into the unknown. Yes, it hurts and pushes your limits but it’s an amazing
feeling when you finally nail it.
So what was
my aim? Certainly top 10, and that podium is tantalisingly close. To finish 5th
over the line and 4th in my division is what I dared to dream. To
have 3rd snatched away in the last moments is devastating, but it
won’t happen again.
If your reading
this and keen to see what the hills of Olinda have in store for you, please
follow along on my Facebook feed. I’m hoping to hit up the hills of Mt
Dandenong over the next few Sundays for some fun 10-15k runs.
Cheers
again, This Fish
You can find
me on Twitter and Instagram as ThisFishCanRun