Tonight’s session was great in terms of personal accomplishment.
It went a little something like this:
1. Arrived at the WA Athletics Centre on time. Took mandatory blog photo:
2. Spent 5 minutes trying to locate the TRC group amongst a lot of groups of other athletes. Some were wandering around with spikes on, some had long poles (that wasn’t my group) and there were lots of athletic looking people sprinting/jumping/hopping/hammering a tire with a huge mallet…
3. Located my group by finally asking someone if this was the TRC group. There were 12 of us in total. One older woman introduced herself and asked me if I was new, and then took me to meet coach Alex. She was very nice. Alex was also very nice.
4. Alex congratulated one group member on her sub 40 10km PB over the weekend. Oh… so there were some super speedies here!
5. I had already reconciled the fact that I was going to be snail slow compared to everyone else and I was totally ready for that. What I was not ready for was the lukewarm reception I got. Now, I get it. All the other ladies (one bloke) all knew each other. They were TRC regulars and this was a training gathering, not a social gathering. Ok. That’s ok. At 31 I can totally deal with that. But what I couldn’t understand was why the fuck people can’t just be nice to a new face? Don’t people realise how hard it can be to start in a new group?
6. We were to go out of the stadium and around the buildings/ovals for a warm up run “at our own pace”. Unfortunately for me, my warm up pace is 6:30 ish. Their warm up pace was nudging 5:30 pace. Ok that’s ok. I can just toddle behind them. The woman who was friendly to me wasn’t running this warm up for some reason. I came up the last turn after the oval and fuck me the group was gone. We had come up the buildings from behind into a car park I’d not seen before. Basically, friends, I was totally fucking lost. I couldn’t believe it! There were 3 possible ways they could have gone and nothing looked familiar. I very nearly cried right there. Fucking hell really? They left me behind? All right, I get it. I am not their responsibility. I’m a big girl, I should be able to figure it out myself. I stood in the car park like a fuckwit for a good 15 minutes before taking a punt and choosing one road – found the stadium! I can’t believe it. I lost a fucking stadium… what an idiot.
7. Having located my lost stadium I joined up with the group again, slightly red faced. Bet they’ve never lost a runner before!
8. Did 400m then 1 min rest x 4. Repeat twice.
9. Alex had initially said run at between your 5 and 10km pace (for me that’s about 5:20 ish) but it felt way too slow. I coped just fine with about 4:40 pace for each 400m lap.
10. Yes I was the slowest. By far. But the good thing about being the slowest is that Alex gets to check out my form as I go past alone, I’m not in a pack of people. I also rest while the rest of the group is out on their next lap, so I get Alex all to myself to ask questions and get some feedback. This is most excellent. This is exactly what I need.
Summary: Tonight felt fantastic (apart from being left behind) and I can’t wait to run on Thursday. My calves are already killing me but that means they are WORKING FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER and
NO KNEE PAIN WHATSOEVER #ftw