Land of the Kiwis A runner in New Zealand

Three point Seven-Five Laps

I ran a race last saturday, and I'm sorry but for the life of me I can't come up with an interesting writeup. So boring race, boring writeup, but here's how it went down for you die-hards.

I was feeling a little flat (understandable as I'm doing calf exercises twice a day for achilles rehab... though I skipped the Fri-night and Sat-morn sessions)  when I went to the track at 2:00PM today. For the first time in a long time I thought and sweated over the race enough for my body to actually go into race mode (got a little chilly in the morning and needed to hit the stalls a ridiculous number of times leading up to the race. I was sweating not for any reason than I wanted to run well. Amazing the amount of pressure you can dump on yourself.

"Work!" - Mitchell Baker's instructions for the race.

I blatantly wanted to hit 3:52 going 62-63-62-45 but admitted to myself I would be happy with anything under 3:55.

So when the gun went off. Things got boring real fast. It was me vs myself vs time vs a slight breeze.

The result was 62-64-64-46 = 3:56... bleh. Its not bad enough for me to be frustrated, just annoyed. Good news is I did win, led the whole race, and had a slight breeze (calm for Wellington) to slow me. Best news is I felt like I could race again 45min later. So the recovery is there, and, as expected, the speed isn't, but I was hoping there was a little more natural talent in these ol' legs.

Anyways, better than the 4:19 start indoors at MIT last year, but slower than the 4:10 I ran this same weekend in 2009. So yeah, nothing too remarkable one way or the other. Like I said: boring.

And no pictures/video. Enjoy your black and white report.