I woke before the dawn today, and sat for a while eating my rice bubbles at the kitchen table, reading The Complete Book of Running by James Fixx, the chapter about race tactics.
It’s pretty hard to concentrate at that time of day, but something about that book must have percolated into my subconscious as, by the time I made it into work and out for a run, I was behaving in quite a racy way.
Firstly, the pace was quite fast. Secondly, I spotted another runner about 400 metres ahead of me on the Yarra trail and made it my business to catch him up. He was making good time, so it took a little while.
I passed him feeling quite strong and breathing well, and I was pleased to hear him breathing a bit heavily. At that point, Mr Fixx’s teaching kicked in and something chimed up in the back of my mind “When you pass him, pass him decisively!”.
I know what you’re thinking – it’s not a race. Yeah, yeah.
Anyway, I did pass him fairly strongly and kicked ahead by about 10 to 15 metres. So, I was a bit shocked when, 5 minutes later, I could still hear his footsteps behind me. He was gaining on me!
Thankfully, I still felt good and had plenty of gas in the tank. I let him almost catch me: I could hear his breathing almost on the back of my neck.
Then we passed under Swan street and turned left into a slight uphill section and I kicked into a sprint. Well, as close to a sprint as I could manage.
Anyway, I think that lost him.
Still, pretty childish on my behalf. I felt kinda bad afterward.
Running
17.35km this morning, including silly macho racing tactics in 75 minutes. It felt pretty good overall.
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