I've been doing some big training lately, with back to back long runs or multiple sessions per day, trying to get my endurance fitness up. I guess I was supposed to do more quality training, and focus on getting faster, but it didn't happen, and now it's just shy of two weeks until the first of three races I'm doing this year: the Gold Coast 100.
As I started to build my base I branched out into multisport (again), and I can honestly say that while I preferred Clive's overnight adventure paddle/run up at Cooloola, the company at the Kingy Tri was hard to beat.
Having completed a 40 km cycle as part of the triathlon, my next step was (of course) to sign up for the Ipswich Imperial 100 mile bike ride. Many thanks to Gooner for the 90 km training ride I did on the weekend in between, and to Susannah's bike mechanic who gave me an excuse to rest part way through the event.
This weekend just gone was the Warwick Pentath-Run, which I haven't been to since 2006. Here's a photo from my first year there, in 2005:
Back then I scored a whole lot of medals in my age group. It was for the same reason I was getting medals at most events—because I was so young. Back in the mid-noughties, there weren't so many under-25 distance runners as there are now.
When I went back in 2006, I entered the opens because I figured I was in a more competitive age group and wouldn't get any medals…and if I did, I didn't really have any use for them. I remember picking up a lot of prize money that year, because most of the good runners entered age groups instead of opens. Right place, right time.
Back then, my overall time was 3 hours, 27 minutes and 33 seconds. I was over five minutes slower in the half marathon, 90 seconds faster in the XC, 40 seconds slower in the 5 km, a minute slower in the 10 km and…
Wait for it…
I clocked exactly the same time for the 1500m—5 minutes and 54 seconds.
So maybe that's one thing that doesn't change.
I've done a quick calculation and I come up with a total time this year of 3 hours, 23 minutes and 38 seconds. Yeah, happy with that. I'd like to be able to push myself to hurt, though—I always seem to stop short of that, often due to my breathing getting out of control (in a not-asthma-just-a-lack-of-fitness kind of way).
So here are my real successes for this Pentath-Run:
- I ran without a watch. The whole thing. Well, without a clock, anyway—I accidentally wore my watch, so I just switched the watch face to show that it was always Beer Time, like this:
- I ran without being plugged in. As I ramped up my training, I got into the habit of listening to music for company. But sometimes my batteries will run out and sometimes I won't find the track I want—I must not become dependent upon this 'friend'.
- It kinda goes with the other two, but I also ran with no heart rate monitor or GPS tracking.
- I ate hash browns for breakfast both days, proving that (contrary to popular belief amongst runners) fried food does not* unsettle one's stomach (where one equals me).
*It might. It just didn't upset mine.