Fast forward to about 1:30 when I checked into my race and went for another 15 minute run with a girl on my team I was running the 5 with. We were told that the race started at 3 and it was on time. Well, by the time we had warmed up, stretched, etc. it was 2:45 and we were ready to go. The meet wasn’t and our race didn’t start until almost 3:45. I had not only lost all benefits of my warmups by that point but I had also expended a lot of energy dancing around trying not to freak out.
I did get to race in compression socks…
The race itself was interesting. There were only 8 girls in it and I had a real shot at 2nd place. The problem was, I was feeling dehydrated before the race began because I hadn’t had enough water that morning due to the cold weather, and therefore the dizziness hit me about halfway through. Up until then, I was right on pace and not feeling uncomfortable. I was enjoying the feeling of leading the pack and racing the other girls. My teammate who i had been working really well with for a lot of the race passed me around the halfway point (she’s a freshman making her distance debut and she ROCKED it) and my splits went from a consistent 94-98 to a 1:48-1:52 at their worst. It was a drastic increase and had nothing to do with my legs feeling tired. They were a normal level of discomfort for a race. I actually loved running in compression socks and will most likely do it again at conferences. I ended up finishing in 21:25ish (I don’t even know what it was exactly) and promptly went to my warm up clothes and laid down, the last thing you’re supposed to do after you finish a race. A few of my amazing teammates came to help me walk back to the tent and get me gatorade so I could replenish some electrolytes but I hate gatorade so I only had a few sips.
Once I was feeling up to it, I got another 2 miles warmdown in, and then we went to dinner which helped a lot but I was still feeling kind of off.
or I should say dinner #1…
I chugged water all night long and I could not get hydrated enough. My coach wasn’t upset at all about the race. He could see how strong I was feeling for half of it and there were just a lot of factors that kept me from my goal, yet again. For me, personally, I was definitely disappointed but there’s only so much you can do about those types of things. I said it last week: I don’t love racing. I do it because it’s part of being on the team. I will get through it and once I start doing better in my races I will learn to tolerate it, if not enjoy it. It’s frustrating seeing my times get slower when I’m doing everything right during the week but it also isn’t worth beating myself up over it as a wise person once told me (you know who you are… )
So that’s what I’m doing. Living with it. I learned that I need to eat more during the day if I’m not racing until 4 and I need to be better about drinking water despite the cold weather.
The marvelous part about the whole experience is that I am not racing next weekend and the following weekend I won’t be racing anything longer than a 1500 I don’t think, so plenty of time to recover for conferences where my coach and I have a lot of decision making to do.
Have you ever had a streak of bad races?
How do you get yourself out of the racing funk?
What was marvelous about your weekends?
I’m way behind on blogging! I did a bit of a “read all”… sorry not sorry