I thought about running the 3000 metres at the Ontario Masters Mini-meet a few weeks ago but I wasn’t fully committed to it. My focus now is the Goodlife Marathon in May so building mileage – and getting in those long runs – is my priority. Last week, I missed my long run when I raced the Valentine’s Day Couples Race but that was fine; the race had been worked into my training. But I was loathe to take off two weeks of long runs in a row.
But, as only a true addict can understand, I wanted some speed this weekend. After running 8 miles on Thursday night, I decided that I would flip my long run (13.5 miles) to Saturday and race this afternoon.
My goal was simple: run fast. This race would give me a chance to push myself – something I wouldn’t do on a basic recovery run. So, really, I wasn’t worried about my time; after all, I had the excuse of yesterday’s cold and windy run – the run that left me with stomach spasms and a mouth that felt like it had been frozen by Mr. Freeze’s gun – as an excuse for not running well.
However, as soon as the final roster was posted, I started to worry. I was the only gal running – again. There were a lot of speedy seniors listed and that made me nervous. While I didn’t worry about my time, I did worry that I might end up finishing last.
But I didn’t. A long warm-up worked out the lactic acid from yesterday and I actually ran a 41 second first lap (200m). Too fast! Between laps 3 and 4, my right hamstring started to tighten so I pulled back the pace. By the 7th lap, I was passed by a 70 and a 79 year old! I couldn’t hang onto these speedy guys, but I did keep my pace. In the end, I finished 6th of 8 with a time of 12:28.
I was happy with that. In fact, I was thrilled about that. It was only 2 seconds slower than my last 3000 metre run and I had two days of rest before that race.
My new running bud, Ed Whitlock told me, ” A long run like that (yesterday’s almost 2 hour run) doesn’t make for good training.” He’s right, but I was able to get in the best of both worlds and, sometimes, that’s all that really matters.