RUH ROH, wait what??? In my season planning, I must have accidentally written down November 18th instead of 11th, and had, even when visiting the race website and registered, still misread the date. All to say, I got in touch with my coach, I swapped shifts at work, I had the miniest of tapers and the quickest of drives down south to make it to the start line in time. Oopsie doodles!!
The half-marathon started in Waianiwa (middle of nowhere) and ended in Invercargill. In essence, it is an on-road race that has us first running on some pretty quiet country roads and ended running along the highway (ugly) and then through Invercargill residential area (slow, trafficky). I race because I like beautiful courses and this... wasn't particularly scenic. Never mind that... how did the race go?
Well, the night prior to the race we had camped along the river in Winton (15 min drive from race start) but, being a Saturday night, some local hooligans were doing wheelies all along the dirt roads by the riverside and it was actually quite scary being in a tent and these cars coming whizzing by you REALLY closely honking their horn. I thought I'd be raped and killed. Thankfully, they left after we let the dogs out (I'm assuming they thought my partner was a hunter and, after letting the dogs out, he was going for his hunting gun... which he doesn't have). Never mind, they got the message and left, although I'd had my burst of adrenaline. I did not sleep well!!
The day of the race was cool, perfect running weather. It was cloudy but not windy; we got our fair share of a downpour mid-race but it stopped after a couple k's. My plan for the race was this: control yourself in the first 5-10k, and then really try to aerobically suffer. The first k's were awesome: I was running 4:45/km and cruising nicely. Then, however, not being used to road running and having no change of muscle stimulation (unlike trails), my calves got incredibly fatigued and I had to drag myself forward another way. I used to be quite a heel striker when I first started running, I kept getting shin splints in one leg, and finally I had had enough, started using more and more minimalist shoes while walking and shoes with less of a heel-to-toe drop while running and became a forefoot/midfoot striker. The change was very slow (1+ year) but I now never ever get injured and can run faster. In saying that, my calves are still not 100% conditioned and it shows up when I am trying to combine fast AND long distance. They fatigue quickly, and then I'm fucked. That showed up again. My heart rate dropped to aerobic effort but no matter how hard I tried, my cadence was the same (90-95rpm) but my stride had shortened drastically. I couldn't will myself to run faster, so the km's passed at around 5:05-5:10/km... slow and bored and I was grumpy. To top it off, when running within the city limits, I accidentally followed a construction cone rather than a race cone and, given there were no race marshals at the turn, I kept going straight and lost 1-2 minutes going in the wrong direction. AWESOME. I only knew to come back because a car was honking at me to go back. I was a grumpy pants after that.
|Form is good, stride length shortened -- 2k to go.|
|I'm impressed my form held up despite the fatigue in my calves|
|Ah, the beautiful and flattering race pictures abound...|
In the days following the race, I felt pretty much no fatigue, nothing is sore, except for the debilitating achiness/soreness in my calves. They had hurt to even look at, let alone contract. OUCH!
8/44 Open Female (under 40)
Onto the next one!!