Right, my turn!
Saturday was a helluvabusy day. Up at 5:30am then straight to Glasgow in time for parkrun. I wasn't running but my coachee was, a freezing cold but otherwise enjoyable time checking out how a really well-run parkrun operates! I know prf & Curly have run it and I'm sure they'll agree it's a very smooth operation.
Then over to the new Emirates Stadium for the National Open. I was in for the 400 & 1500 and was hoping for decent times in both of them. Plan for the 400 was to run my own race until the break, then push from about 220m (i.e. the first turn).
Race is here, I'm in lane 4 at the start.
The gun went and I got a pretty good start, driving well and up and into my running by the back straight. A pretty quick start, but I resisted the temptation to go with it and instead focused on just floating through the first lap. At the break I was 4th and slipped in behind third place just before the turn, ready to begin the push as I was still feeling strong.
The quick start meant that the top 3 began to slow already and I was now boxed in, with second now right in front and third blocking me from moving out. At the start of the back straight I had to slow up, move out to straddle lanes 2 and 3 and then reaccelerate! Hardly tactics that give you a good 400 time, but as we came to the final straight I had a ton more momentum than the top 2 and I charged past into second. I was feeling immensely strong now and used it to fly past the leader to win in 55.75.
My first thoughts as soon as I crossed the finish line were as follows
- "Mid-55, job done."
- "Jesus, I won!"
- "How do I feel so good?"
I felt unbelievably good. When I ran my pb last year I had to virtually lie down for a minute after as I was so spent. This time out I felt great, winded for sure but I had so much strength in the final 100, without being boxed in I think I could have gone faster. And it was such a fun race - by far the funnest 400 I have done yet and probably one of my most enjoyable races ever.
Edited: 21/01/2013 at 00:07