Thank you very much
Today training went like this.
It was the 200’s, 2min recovery between reps, 10 inbetween sets. The tough stuff.
I was up for this, because i know, i have to push myself, go out with a bang.
First set
26sec
2min recovery
25sec
I knew it was going to be a tough night, after the first set. I felt strong, and fluent, using a flowing stride. I was already locked in battle with the 800m guy. The first two reps, where very close.
Second set
25sec
2min
25sec
I was happy, to have run these times. But i was dead, damaged after this set. I knew i had to dig down deep, in the last two. Douts kept entering my mind, that i could not do it. BUt i decided, to push myself beyond my limit. I told my coach, i don’t know what times, am gonna run. Its just going to be a battle for me to finish. I do a few strides very light, and walked up and down the track, breathing slowing. My legs, felt like they had lactic acid in them, i was in the pain regoin of training.
We get called to the line, i just tell myself. Am just going to sprint. If i die in the process let it be.
Boom, i started good, am always relax, and smooth. I control my aggression, and don’t give in to temptation and start fighting myself. I was leading off the bend, like always.
Then the 800mguy, slowly edge his way past me, in the home strainght. Beat me by about, 20cm, it was that close.
Now am hurting, i just sit down on the track.
I see a imposter, on my track. He is not from my club, i nocticed his vest. And he is from a club, who i compete against. And he is a sprinter, who looked like he was with his dad, runnining 100m sprints.
As i sit there on the track, 100meters down the track, i see him, getting his thoughts togther ready to sprint. He sprints and looks ok.
As the coach shouts, 1minute remaining of recovery time, from the other side of the track. I stand up, and shout wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
And look at this, imposter, on my home track.
Am feeling pain now, but am just trying to get my head together mentally.
knowing that i have’nt beat this 800m guy all night, with 30seconds remaining. I tell you people now. I was gone, damaged, still breathing heavy. But this is what the complete sprinter must do.
Its reality, and it is’nt going to be no Walt disiney ending, i beat this guy by 10meters.
“15” the coach shouts from the other side of the track.
“i have nothing left” 800m guy says.
“am just gonna have to run” me
“ready GO” coach
i get out like always, control the first 50meters. I know, am damaged of past reps but theres only 150m left.
Into the strainght, i focus on pumping my arms. At 140meters, the 800m guy comes up next to me. I don’t care what people say, the last 50meters was brutal. About as brutal sport can be without, being punched in the face.
I felt him, pushing, and i just reacted. I never, shout or, grrrrr like a dog, when running. But i was grrrrrrrr like a lion, arrrrrrrrr, both of us where pushing it. I was set out to defeat this guy, we both diped for the line.
I kneel down slowly on the floor. Every muscle, was damaged, had nothing left in my body. Mentally, i had nothing more to give. I heard my coach saying excellent, i looked up and seen the 800m guy lying on the track. In serious pain.
I stand up, to try and look strong. But then i walk, and i can’t even co-ordinate my legs. And then i lie on the grass, by the bags.
For 15mins, i was in pain. I felt like crying, i was gone.
The closest i have ever been to death, on the track.
I recover, and go the sauna after a lap cool down.
I will train tommorow, in the gym. Then rest up until tuesday, which is competition day.
I might do a few sprints on sunday, with full recovery about three.
But i will see how i feel.
Am willing to die in the process.