Wynnum Twilight 10k Race: Ending with a Bang

I lined up at the start, but sadly not with my friend Jill. The gun went off and I shuffled forward with the mob towards the start line.
Less than 50m into the race, I felt a stitch coming on. Yet another reason I don't like running in the evening! I'm more prone to stitches for whatever reason. Maybe it's psychological.
But analysing why I was getting the stitch wasn't going to help me...well, one stitch. So I did what I always do when I get a running stitch. Exhale really loudly & forcefully as I run. I got more than a few odd looks and I know just what the other runners were thinking, 50m in and you're already tired? Seriously?! Either that or, oh my gosh, you're one of those obnoxiously loud breathers. I hope you don't run at my pace! That's what I would've been thinking.
The stitch never went into a full-blown painful stitch, but it stayed by my side from about 0-4k, and then again from 5-7k.

Goal split times:
5k marker (Lap 1): 5.20min/km pace for a total lap time of 26min40sec
10k marker (Lap 2): 5.15min/km pace for a total lap time of 26min15sec
Grand total goal time: 52.50min

Actual split times:
5k marker: 27min25 (5.29min/km). 9sec/km slower than goal pace.
10k marker: 28min52sec (5.46min/km). Almost 30sec/km slower than goal pace.

At the 8k marker my gps lost satellite reception, for some bizarre and unknown reason. In other words, it died. While I didn't understand it, I could certainly relate because at 8k I was ready to throw in the towel as well. It was annoying, but not life-ending.
I had a great sprint finish which was the best part of the second half.
Of course I was just a bit disappointed. I don't feel I ran my hardest and I wonder how much faster I could've been if I pushed myself rather than sitting on my heels (figuratively speaking) through the second half of the race.

Hanging out post-race with Jill & family.

The Twilight race wraps up the end of the official "race season". There are always races around...such as the 500k relay, Park Run, and various club race events. But Twilight is really the last race race in Brisbane for the year. So it was rather fitting that the evening ended with a fireworks display. The display wasn't until nearly 2hrs after I'd finished my race, but despite the freezing cold wind, lack of proper warm attire and drying sweat leaving me chilled, I was determined to stay for the show.
And it was well worth it! I don't have any pictures, but imagine a deep yellow nearly full moon rising over the ocean with fireworks going off in front of it.

Wynnum 10k Twilight Race: Pre-Race Jumble

I don't like racing in the evening. When I race in the morning I'm on auto-pilot. I have breakfast and go through my running routine without hitch. I don't over-analyse, I don't over-think. I gear up for the race and go for it.

When I race in the evening, it's a whole new ball game. Important life-or-death questions like what should I eat for lunch/afternoon snack? And do I feel fatigued because my body's fatigued or simply because I'm lying here on the couch wondering if I feel fatigued before the race?

So it's the waiting game. 

I parked my car in the usual far-away-from-start-line spot and got to the racer's village with 75min to spare. 75min to pick up my registration number, use the loo, drop off my race bag at the bag drop since I sadly didn't have any awesome friends coming along this time, and go for a warm-up jog.

But then things de-simplified. I debated using the loo right when I got there as the line-up was relatively short) or waiting to closer to the race. As I've developed a definite cough (whhhyyyyyy????) and have been guzzling water, I opted for going closer to race start time. 

Registration first, then! The line-up was long but it was smooth. I brought my photo id. Rejected! They didn't have my rego. So I pulled out my handy smart phone to show them the email, but the file was corrupt and I couldn't open it.

Dejected, I went to the "trouble table" and reluctantly signed up for a last minute number. No timing chip, but I'd get the t-shirt at least. Reluctantly (and a bit grumpy!) I agreed. I walked back to the loo line, which had grown exponentially since the last time I was there. I was a bit nervous about making it to the end on time, so I checked on my race briefing to see if there was a map pointing me in the direction of other (hopefully less popular) outhouses.

And behold! Inconspicuously inked onto the race briefing was my rego number! I decided it was worth it to go back, so I returned to the rego table and got my actual number. The reason it hadn't worked? My last name according to the rego was spelled "Thomson" instead of "Thompson".

And that got me thinking. After over 20 years of knowing how to spell my last name, did I actually get it wrong? Someone suggested a typo, but I've never done a typo on my name before!

This was not a good start. I dropped off my bag at the race tent keeping my water bottle safely in my hand for last-minute sippage. I figured if I ran out of time, I could leave it somewhere beside the course and chances were high it would still be there when I got back.

With 30min to spare, I thought that something of my pre-race routine might need to be cut. The question, what? Washroom break, or warm-up?

As if that's even a question! I've made the mistake of racing when I had to pee, and it is Not Fun.*

So I got into the loo line with 30min to spare. I began to stress. Loo + warm-up + start line positioning in 30min? Fingers crossed!

But a ray of hope came across the field in the form of my friend Jill. I run with Jill on Thursday mornings and we had planned to start the race together. She came over and asked to join me in the loo line. Jill's start time was only 15min away, as she was first doing the 1k kids dash with her son before rejoining the 10k start line 15min after that. 

So we decided that Jill would "hold my place" in the loo line while I did a warm-up jog. Symbiotic relationship at its best! I rejoined the line 5min later and we were out of there with 1min to spare for Jill & son, 16min to spare for me. Off to the race start with a comfortable buffer of time. Phew!

At least my spelling skills - or lack thereof - completely wreck up my pre-race routine. But good thing I didn't leave the house any later!

*That is another story entirely!

Bad Date

I got up with every intention of going for a run. But then bad dreams woke me up early and I felt a tickle in my throat. Ick.

On Monday night I’d made the judgement that it would be raining Tuesday morning and set my alarm for “sleep in”.

So I knew this morning I should run today, but I decided I didn’t want to run in the morning. I decided I’d… “go in the afternoon”. The theory in this was that my Saturday race is in the evening, so it’d be a good idea to get a feel for evening weather before then.

Ha! “I’ll go in the afternoon” is a euphemism. It’s like when you’re on a really bad date and you end it with “I’ll call you.” It ain’t gonna happen, sweetheart.

But surprise and surprise again! I did go out on a run! I was motivated by the thought of my race on Sunday. Or maybe it was the three cookies I wolfed down in the afternoon*.

And like a bad first date, this was not the happiest of runs. The first km my legs felt like jelly. I wondered if I looked like spaghetti woman, wibbly wobbling my way along.

Then the stitch hit. As if I wasn’t having enough fun already, a side stitch hit within 500m of starting. And it stayed on me like mould on bread for the next 4.22km (yes, I checked my watch). And again like a bad date, I was checking my watch every few minutes wondering when it would end and contemplating whether I should end it a little early.

But then – to move away from the bad date analogy – magic! At that 4.22km mark of my 6k recovery run my stitch eased, my energy soared and I really settled in to my pace. But despite it all, I enjoyed the scenery. I rarely run beside the river in the evening. Seeing all the other cyclists, runners, and walkers out there was inspiring. Especially the commuters. Awesome job, active commuters! We could use more like you.

As I dragged myself along the first 4k (and even the last 2k) of the 6k run, I couldn’t help but hope that this isn’t a precursor to what to expect on Saturday’s race. I don’t think I’ll have it in me to warm up for 4km before the 10k race. And I certainly hope I don’t have wibbly wobbly legs!

*Note to self – don’t eat cookies on Saturday before the race!

Free Club Breakfast

They had me at "free club breakfast". After I heard those 3 magic words, I didn't need to hear anything else. But it worked out really well. A 10k run was in my schedule for today, and I found out that many of my fellow club members were running a 10k at the Brisbane Road Runners event. The free club breakfast was to be after the event to celebrate three 50th birthdays.
The gal I run with on Thursday mornings started the 10k with me, but her goal time and mine were a bit different, and in the first couple of k's she had pulled ahead.
My goal time: around 60min. I wanted to take it slow and easy.
I ended up running with a family - husband, wife, and bub (in a stroller). As it turned out, the hubby had been on my relay team last year, so we caught up over old times and chatted about our excitement for this year's team.
The course was two flat laps along the river. The other side of the river than when I normally run. How refreshing to run on the cool flat of a less familiar course! And I was really happy when the wife in our little group pulled out a massive 8-min pb to cross the finish line with us in about 60.12min.
I admired her spirit. Had it been me, I would have been a bit grumbly about just missing that magical sub-60min time. But she was more than happy with her achievements and didn't feel the need to prove anything.
After the race I snagged some fruit courtesy of the course organizers (it felt just like a real race!) before heading over to our free club breakfast. I sadly missed out on the awesome ice cream cake as I had to leave for work. What a shame! But the rest of breaky was fab, and I got the chance to catch up with many of my fellow runners I haven't seen in a while.
The running community in Brisbane still amazes me. I am truly blessed to count myself among them.

Natterings

Recovery run day! Last night it looked like rain. While important training sessions have occasionally dragged me out of bed against my better judgement in times of rain, a recovery run does not fall into that category! I planned to go to Park Run, but I was pretty tired so didn't set my alarm.
Instead, I decided that if I woke up on time and it wasn't raining, I would go. Otherwise, laziness would prevail.
But guess what? I woke up in time, and it wasn't raining.
So off I went. As I was in recovery and my friend Chris was noteably absent, I asked my friend Hap if I could run with him. He thought I was being generous, but it was really a bit of a selfish move because
1) It would prevent me from getting competitive and wanting to go just a little bit faster to beat that other runner. This is a recovery run, after all! Racing is next weekend.
2) It's more social and ergo, more fun.
3) So many people have been encouraging me from my running since before Day 1. It's always important to pay such kindness forward.

Or again, maybe he was reluctant to agree with my suggestion as he was worried that he wouldn't be able to escape my natterings for the next 5k. Which he didn't. Poor guy. But he survived.

 Warming up my voice in preparation for the next 5k.

Spot us in the crowd! There's a reason I've started wearing bright colours to Park Run.

Thanks, Legs

Today was one of the toughest training days I've had in a long time. What a great feeling [after]!
The goal:
~1k warm up
~2k along flat with alternating 30sec at 5k race pace, 30sec run at slower pace
~2k along hills, running hard on the uphill & recovering on the down
Then reverse direction and repeat in reverse order (2k hills, 2k flat sprints, 1k cool down)

On the flat sprints I made the error of trying to keep up with another girl slightly faster than me. I could barely manage in the sprints, but in the 30sec recovery I just couldn't seem to suck in enough air. Fortunately, that ended fairly quickly!
Onto my nemesis...hills.
At this point I realized I had unwisely burned up a lot of energy in the first 2k section. Dang. But fortunately I clung onto a friend at my pace who encouraged me up every hill. Always great to run beside someone that challenges you. We may not have talked hardly at all, but in running it's not always about the conversation. Just running beside someone can be companionship enough.

We stopped at the end of the hills and I felt pretty proud. But the true test would be the way back.
Off we went. Halfway through the hills I knew my pace was dragging. I told my friends to forge on ahead and meet me where the flat sprints started. They were more than too happy to comply, since we had agreed I would be the timekeeper and pace setter for the final 2k sprint/recover section.
I may not have much endurance. I may not have great form, or great running strategies.
But one thing I do have, is the ability to run at 5k race pace by feel. Goodness knows I've been doing enough of it this year!
Happily, I didn't fall too far behind on the hills section as I really tried to keep pushing through. It was sort of fun to be timekeeper & pacer on the way back. And having a group around me really kept me focussed on driving that pace. But man, that flat section couldn't end soon enough.
I called out a cheer when we arrived at our cool down spot, but sadly no one joined me. Maybe they were too busy sucking in air, or maybe they just thought I was weird. Probably a little bit of both.
For me, the best part of working so hard isn't always right after you finish, although that's pretty good too. The best part sometimes comes later in the day, when you feel your leg muscles twinging in a tired-but-not-too-tired sort of way. It's sort of like your muscles are saying, "hey, thanks for thinking of me today. We should do this again sometime soon!"
You're welcome, legs. You're very welcome.

Reunions

On my program was 2x1600m. We had a substitute coach today (ours had the audacity to go on holidays!) who kindly measured out the course for me.
I probably could have fit in a third rep, but dang, 1600m reps are hard!
And I was on my own too, with everyone else in my group doing 200m reps. Don't get jealous too quickly - they had to finish with a 3k time trial. Heh heh heh.
The best part of my run was when a friend caught my attention from another group. Sarah is one of the big reasons I run today. Back when I was just starting to run, Sarah worked at the gym where I suffered on the hamster wheel a couple times a week. As I graduated myself to outdoor runs, we started running in to one another on our runs around uni. And naturally, we then started making plans to run together.
Sarah convinced me to sign up for my very first race - the 8k Mother's Day Run. I mostly did it for the promise of a post-race brunch (now a tradition!). My goal was to not walk in the race and I finished in a respectable 42min something.

 FLASHBACK: MOTHER'S DAY 2009 

Me (in purple), Sarah (in white), and a couple of Sarah's friends all looking forward to our post-race breakfast. We only had to get through the race, first.

 FLASHBACK: MOTHER'S DAY 2009 

The first and only race I've run in long pants. I think it was the Canadian in me. I also learned about the pitfalls of running with sunglasses (though it would take me a few more races before I would replace the sunnies for a sunhat).

When Sarah moved to Broome a while back, it was sad to say goodbye. But lo and behold, the prodigal runner had returned! Now into triathlons, it was a delight to see her this morning training in the same place.

We started to catch up but - as my coach reminded me - recovery doesn't mean I can stop to talk! So off Sarah & I continued on our respective training runs.
The goal time on my program was 6.45min/1600m. I think that was either overly optimistic or a mathematical error on the side of my coach. Especially considering I'd been told to run about 5min/km. I mentally readjusted my new goal to 8min.
Rep 1: 7.53min.
Rep 2: 7.59min.

I finished as the rest of my group was starting their 3k time trial. I opted out of that bit of fun so I could get to work.
And you know what? 1600m reps aren't as bad as I thought...especially when there are only two of them!