My body is very confused by my brain’s sudden lack of patience for long running and resultant switch to sprint training. It’s amazing how quickly one mindset can usurp another. If only the physiological were as instantly malleable as the psychological.
I was satisfied with a big PB in the Vitality Half despite the wind (1:21), but by the time I ran the Vicky Park 5 miler about a month later, the only thing I enjoyed was the sprint finish for a 28:52.
Between those two camps, my son and I entered our respective first 800m races, though grading meant the inevitable inter-generational showdown will have to wait. 800m, then. What a fucking cruel race that is. I went through 400 in 61s thinking, ‘well this is all a bit comfortable’, but then 100m later whatever energy system I’d been using shutdown and I was left to endure 300 of the most spasmodic metres I’ve ever run in my life, positive splitting like no-one’s business to finish in 2:10. Never have I felt so much like a 400m runner. My son nailed his pacing like a boss, the U13 cunt. (proud dad)
He’s all set for the London Mini Marathon next week. I’ve got to get my shit together for the Middlesex Champs 200 & 400 and then a 10k that counts towards some intra-club competition. I need to stop entering races 3 months in advance.
Well done/good luck to all spring marathoners!