Learning a lesson

Hi fellow runners!

So, Sunday I ran 10km at Brisbane Road Runners. It was a club championships, and I had in mind that I MIGHT be able to score myself a wee medal, being as the Mooloolooba Tri was on, which might have knocked out some of my competition.   I let myself become quite confident about it too, eyeing off other women's hands at the start line, looking for the "N" written there, signifying a potential rival.  I only saw ONE so I was feeling pretty confident!  I had a really great run too - the first cool morning for months - and as I crossed the line in 54:47, I was SURE I would be going home with a silver medal!  Yippee!

Well, after hanging about waiting with bated breath for my name to be called, I discoved I had come FOURTH.  Bah humbug!  Dadgum!  Hellfire!!  Arrrggghhhh!  I am just going to have to lift my game or cop it sweet.  Luckily, I've never been one for "expecting" a medal so it didn't hurt too much and I DO feel a taste of humble pie was a good thing to bring me into line.  Still, I am quite amazed at my closet competitive streak!  This morning was 6 x 1km rhythm reps with 1km recovery which I found got harder and harder (I suppose that means I did them right?) until I was desperate to get to work rather than run another!  As it turned out, by the time I left training and drove to the city, sucking on my "Up & Go" "slushy" all the way (whilst trying to de-frost it in my lap and not squeeze the box!) I had only 20 minutes to shower and dress before work started.  I am really going to have to run faster! This weekend is a long 24km run, which will be my FURTHEST I have ever run, so I have already started contemplating whether Saturday night ice-cream could be categorised as "carb loading"?