I went to Wake Forest in Winston-Salem yesterday to run the open 400m. It really didn’t go my way.
I ran last the 4 x 400m Relay last week and led off in 48.3 from lane one in 50º windy weather.
It was about 75º yesterday in Winston-Salem, so I figured I should go 47-something.
I had a race plan on how I was going to get it done.
Check it out:
I ran 48.3 last week and went out super-slow the first 200m. This week, I was going to mash-down for the first 50-60m, coast down the backstretch, then start working back into it at the 150m-to-go mark.
That was my formula for 47.
Didn’t really go that way.
This is what was going through my mind throughout the race:
Gun goes off: “OK. Push off the first 50m. OK… check. Wow. I’m picking up the guy in lane 4 really quick. He must be getting out slow… Or…”
300m to go: “Alright. I need to relax back here in this backstrech. Conserve a little bit… Umm… Nah. Let me push a teench-bit more… Yeah… let me do that…”
250m to go: “OK… This is a nice brisk pace I’m running… I think I’ll be OK. This is what I’m supposed to be doing… Right? …Yeah, this is how you’re supposed to run the 400m… This is cool… I’m cool…??..”
200m to go: “Yeah I’m feeling good. Halfway home! My legs feel good… This is going to be fast! I’m going to blast this last 200m… This is most-def going to be 47! Hell, it might even be 46!! If I run 46, I’ll BE THE MAN!! Yeah! 46, here we come!!”
180m to go: “OK…here it comes. I’m really rolling now!! I’m catching everyone! These guys are gonna be sick when they let me, a 110m hurdler beat them in the 400m!! HA HA HA HA!! I LOVE IT!! Its gonna be 46!!!”
160m to go: “UH-OH…”
150m to go: “Wait a minute… What’s wrong with my legs?”
140m to go: “Umm… Why are those guys pulling away again??”
130m to go:"%*#&!!"
120m to go:“This is stupid.”
110m to go:“Those sound like footsteps… Don’t tell me that guy in lane 4 is coming back… CRAP!! He just passed me back…”
90m to go:“OK. Almost there… Whoa… Did someone just snipe me?..Hey I think someone just shot me in both my hamstrings!!”
80m to go:“Oh no. My back! The same sniper that shot my legs also decided to drop a piano on my back! And not one of those cheap pianos like on the Price-Is-Right™, but one of those huge pianos, like Alicia Keys plays…”
75m to go: “Why did I sign up for this?? TELL ME WHY!!”
65m to go:“OK… those guys are way in front. They’re probably running REAL fast though… Like 45 or something… Yeah… I might not run 46, but maybe I can run 47… Yeah… I’m probably around 47 pace right now… Thats cool with me!!..Man, this is hurting… being shot in both legs and hauling a piano, and all…”
60m to go:“Hey… are those more footsteps–? Oh no… Don’t tell me that guy on the inside is gonna–CRAP!! AM I IN LAST PLACE??!”
50m to go: “Hmm… I think I maybe ran too hard the first half of the race… Umm… Yep, because apparently, I’M DYING!!”
40m to go:“Hey are those people over there laughing? Not cool.”
30m to go:“OK almost there. I can surge again and close until the finish. Cmon. Ready… GO!!.. OK. Maybe not.”
20m to go:“Everything’s… burning… I’m glad Myra’s not here… She’d be laughing so hard. I’m not going to tell her about this…”
10m to go:“Hey is that someone on the outside?? Hey I think I’m going to beat somebody… if… I can… just… stay alive … for the next…”
5m to go:“There’s the clock… 47… 48… get there before it says…”
FINISH: “I think I just ran 49 seconds… $@&^!!!”