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Whatever the race throws at me

Is racing becoming old hat for me? Naw, that’s not the right term. I mean, that would suggest that races are no longer exciting, but they are. The anticipation and the hard work of training for the event is part of the fun. I’m just saying that I’m not as nervous about the details as I used to be. To some extent I have a good idea of what to expect, so I know that I’ll encounter X and I’ll have to do Y to take care of it. I’m a bit better equipped to handle whatever the race throws at me, so I feel like I can focus on enjoying my time out there more. Is that such a bad thing? I’ve put in so much time and effort into helping others achieve their goals such that when it comes to my own goals I can afford to let them be less pressing. This is a good thing. Some races where you’re able to drop all expectations are often the ones that return the best results, know what I mean?

All of this is a roundabout way of saying that I feel good about tomorrow’s race. Full plans to enjoy it.

Up for the final time

Back on Tuesday, I stood in front of my running group for the final time in this clinic. I was animated as I tried to give last minute tips to my group of soon-to-be racers. My group was cheerful and in good spirits. And just like that the talk ended and they were all out for their 10K run. At some point I was sort of expecting to feel somewhat sad about the fact that it was all over. I mean, I was pretty happy with this group. They were enthusiastic and responded well to my style of coaching. So, knowing how I function I really thought that I’d somehow get emotional. I’m glad that I didn’t though. I was happy to send them out. I know I did a great job. A large portion of them are running a half marathon for the first time on Sunday. I have absolutely no doubt that these people are ready! They’ve trained earnestly and honestly over the past 17 weeks. All of the effort will surely pay off. I no longer play a role in their performance–it’s all up to them. Job well done, Jason. A time for rest will arrive soon enough.

Momentum in my favour

Going into my coaching stint for this clinic, I don’t think I really set much of a goal for myself. I can honestly say that I was more focused on my group. Personally, I suppose I was hoping that come race day it would be nice to shave 5 minutes off my race time, but it wasn’t something that I’ve been working hard to achieve. Hey, I was even prepping myself by saying that I’d even be happy to meet my old time. It seems like I had an expectation that my results would slip. To my surprise, it seems like I’ve been running harder as of late. During my last few tempo runs I’ve been hitting paces of 6:00/km and faster. That’s kind of crazy for me. And to hold that consistently? That’s even crazier. The idea of running a sub 30 minute 5K race might not seem so impossible now. I don’t know. I’m not going to claim anything right now because running fast on a short run won’t necessarily map over to a faster performance on race day. Still, the fact that I’ve sped up a little bit is fascinating to me. Training has a great effect. Momentum is in my favour.

Set up for success

So back on Sunday morning I woke up listening to the radio. I was trying to push myself to get out of bed, but I just couldn’t without putting in extra effort. I knew that my cold was making things difficult. I wanted to get ready to meet with my running group. Sunday was scheduled to be our longest run in the clinic. I really wanted to run it with everyone to show solidarity. Even without the shutters open though I heard the sound of rain pounding the window. I reluctantly got myself to the bathroom, but in that short walk I felt light headed. I was coughing hard as well. With all of these symptoms apparent I knew that a 21K run in the rain would make everything much worse. The general rule of thumb is to not run if any symptoms happen below the neck. Well, the chest cough was enough for me to know I’d be better off staying inside.

I emailed my group leaders asking them to cover for me. I was slightly worried that people might get confused over the route. At one point I was even considering just driving up to send everyone off from the store. That’s a bit insane, really. One responded telling me that all would be fine. It really wasn’t enough to placate all of my fears. I ended up making a comment on Twitter about how I was concerned whether my group would be fine. Of of my followers replied with perhaps the perfect comment for my worry:

Yes! I’ve worked my ass off to make sure they’re prepared for anything. They’re race-ready. They can do it. There was truly nothing more I could do. And with that reply I went back to sleep.

Do as I say

From a coaching position, it’s easy to pass out the sensible advice. I’ve done it enough such that the usual questions are easy to tackle. Despite this, sometimes I slip up and I don’t follow the rules myself. For example it’s easy to tell people to drink water to stave off the dehydration headaches. I’ve written about that myself as well. Still, once in a while I’ll forget to drink a lot of water the night before, and then I’ll end up running through a really hot day. That happened to me today. The resulting headache lasted well into the evening. It’s not that I’m a fool and letting my advice go. I make mistakes; I’m human. It only takes an afternoon of severe headache pain though to knock some sense back into me. Argh.

An average Joe

Was giving a motivation/goal setting talk this evening. There were only six people in the group–way different feeling from having to speak to 20-30. So, the talk somehow became more personal than it would otherwise be. I decided to take the conversation through my experiences going through the clinics and it worked. I didn’t ramble as much as I have in the past. I know I have a good story. Somehow though, it kind of feels like I’m a weird choice for this talk. There are other people whose stories are so much more awesome. However, why compare? Does their existence somehow diminish my own achievements? And for that matter the coach of that group didn’t ask anyone else–she asked me. It’s a disservice to put myself down just because. There’s value in the fact that I’m an average Joe; I’m an average Joe that’s overcome a lot to run several 5Ks, one 10K, 8 half marathons, one 30K, and two marathons.

So there.

We are all runners

When I run I’m usually decked out in my usual running gear. During the summer, the uniform is basically a technical tee, shorts, and a hat. In the winter there’s usually another shirt layer, a jacket, pants, and a tuque involved. In all of that gear it’s hard for anyone to tell what I do for a living. There are no indicators saying “I work in IT as a software dev!” Similarly, I’m surrounded by people who’ve also shed off the trappings of the day. It doesn’t matter where we came from or what we’ve been doing all day: at that moment we are all runners. We are all so used to it that it’s easy to forget that this whole other life exists. A person’s occupation doesn’t normally come up in conversation. For example, on Tuesday I was running a little bit faster than I normally would have. I ended up running with people in my group that are usually way ahead of me. In conversation it came up that I work at Symantec. Turns out the person that I was talking with was in a similar field. In my mind she didn’t really fit the stereotypical IT look, so, that shocked me. In a similar vein, when the clinic ends we usually go out to a restaurant to celebrate. I generally tell me group that it’s a chance to see what everyone looks like outside of running gear. Most people take it as a signal to look somewhat decent. Some transformations are crazy! I suppose it would be a detransformation. Anyway, it’s all just another reason why I like running. You leave everything behind and nothing matters except you being present on the road with the world ahead of you.

Always be prepared

Note to self:

Always be prepared when it comes to giving a talk at a clinic night. Winging it is not a good idea. I only end up rambling and talking nonsense. It doesn’t look good.

Blah.

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