So I went up to the University of Maryland to race the 800 this weekend. Big thanks to Chris and Kathy for letting me borrow the car so I could get up there.
This was the first time I've raced unattached at a college meet, and it was definitely weird. I didn't have anyone there with me, I warmed up on my own, didn't hear anything from a coach before the race and didn't have any teammates or friends there to yell at me during the race.
Anyway, felt kinda nervous for the first time all week during the warm up. I got sort of worried that I was going to disappoint coach unless I did really well. Felt alright during the warm up, couldn't time the length that well because the meet was running 30-45 minutes ahead of schedule which is virtually unheard of, generally they are running behind. I was seeded in the 2nd of 3 heats, watched the 1st heat and it was definitely slow, guys were running 2:15. My heat gets called and of the 16 guys who are supposed to be in it only about 10-12 of them line up. We line up and the gun goes off. Of course with my luck the guy next to me goes down in the first 5 meters and we get called back to the line. I take a stride, then come back to the line. This time we get away cleanly. I start off in 7th or 8th but by 200m I'm sitting in 4th and it felt effortless. I just cruised up on people's shoulders and moved up, by the 400m we were at 56-57 and I was sitting in 3rd. Still felt really smooth at this point and was just waiting to get to the 600m mark to kick. We hit the 600m mark in 1:26-27, and I'm getting excited to go, I'm still in it at the bend but then all of a sudden we hit the last 100m and I start rigging....and I mean bad. Everything locked up, I just couldn't get anything going with my legs. I end up finishing 5th or 6th.
I was soooooo pissed afterwards. I just don't know what happened on that bend. I had set the race up perfectly, giving myself the best opportunity to win the heat. And instead of killing the last 200m, I ran like I had been shot in both quads by a sniper. Sure I pr'd which is cool I guess, but the thing that gets me about it is, I knew I could win this race. And I didn't. I let it go, I couldn't get myself to get across that line quite fast enough.
But Tuesday its back to work and I'm hoping this 800 has busted the rust off my racing legs. I'm going to make it a different story at Bucknell in a couple weeks. And until then I'm going to be shutting up about what I'm going to do, until I do it.
26.2 The Hard Way
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