Running race (Intercounties XC) 41:21 [5] 7.35 mi (5:38 / mi)
So....I woke up sore. But I wagered I could at least make 1/2 the race. With the bombshell dropped last night that Yorkshire didn't have a full team, the pressure to finish was off.. so I could turn up and run for as long as the calf let me. Frustratingly, I woke up with the heel more painful than ever... so ended up spending much of the morning farting about with various taping techniques (and the taping the birthday girl who insisted upon it!)
Now anyone who has managed to endure my blog for any length of time will know that anything that links me Yorkshire and running, is inevitably going to result in some sort of calamitous drama...
I arrived at the Yorkshire tent, very nervous (not about the race, but about receiving my treasured vest). Despite the team consisting of Hallamshire and Leeds runners, I felt very out of place, as I have had this on a pedestal for such an amount of time. Unfortunately, upon arrival I walked straight into the women's tent (both were blue) and was shouted out quite quickly (in a nice way), so i felt a total dick.
I was last to arrive due to logistics of meeting a builder, making a fuss of Sophie's birthday and then getting stuck in traffic. So I headed on my warm up alone, I decided to recce the course, to minimise heel pain and to see what was in store.
It was a completely different course to what I have spectated at Cofton park in the past, almost always up or down with minimal flat. Pretty fast conditions, but with some thick sticky mud in places...
I tried to analyse how I felt warming up (not great) and plotted my lines, then SLAP!!
I stacked it on the downhill, I then slid to the bottom. Much to the delight of an entire county team behind me. I was beginning to feel a bit like Bridgette Jones. Worse still, I landed on my "bad side", resulting in some hamstring spasm and my calf felt even more tighter.
God.. I just want to finish!
I got back to the tent, embarrassed and met with the rest of the team. We headed to the start. I wanted to be aggressive and take a risk today. It sounds cheesy, but I looked down at my vest and saw the Yorkshire emblem and just felt so happy and at peace, (finally)!
The start was a significant downhill slope, not ideal for me, but I went for it. I started at the back of our pen but followed the team through for the first 2 miles, thinking "this is on!" But all of a sudden I started feeling shit, my legs felt heavy and I quickly realised that survival was the name of the game!
Worse still, despite re-tieing my laces twice, my spikes never felt secure in the sticky mud.... So with a lot on my mind, I just ran as hard as i could, I didn't feel strong, but I couldn't raise it another level, not even for Yorkshire and I ground out a decent result.
I crossed the line after a hard sprint finish (which I lost), looked down at the Yorkshire emblem again and felt an immediate sense of catharsis. I found Sophie and Hatts and had a lovely kiss and cuddle and that was that. It finally happened, I ran for Yorkshire.
There will be plenty of times where I moan about my running, but never will I have the sense of disappointment when I look back on my time as a runner that I never managed to represent my county, which as always loomed over me. Psychologically this is massive for me and I feel very lucky to have got back running and to experience it.
As for todays performance, I finished 55th. About where I felt I should have been at the national. It will always look good on paper, but it wasn't a great run. The field was weak for 2 reasons, Trafford tomorrow (in perfect conditions) and the lack of World XC this year. I felt lousy throughout, I cant call myself soft a I ran as hard as I could, but I didn't have the never-ending gears that I felt at the National.
Its been a great winter though. I hope I can toe the line in Cardiff and I will try, but my heel was sore throughout today..so we shall see.
But I have learnt a LOT about myself as a runner in the last 6 months.
I need miles to run well, but I cannot race off mileage...a taper for a good performance is a 50 mile week and a mild cut back over the preceding weekend. I also need to tape my spikes up from now on.
The marathon/hm sessions work for me.
I cant start hard, but I can start medium.
If I back off immediately from training niggles (excluding the post National injury) I can get back on it quickly.
Its best not to squeeze extra races in (Dewsbury), the training is important when u are tapering so heavily for races
But on reflection despite a couple of disappointments, I achieved the main goal: to finally but to bed the Yorkshire jinx, before its too late and I'm happy with my XC season