No, not me, my wife. Well no actually, my wife isn't perfect either...believe it or not!!
But she did run a perfect race! The thirty kms around Hamilton harbour is an extremely difficult race, that gets even more difficult as it goes on. The hills start at about 19 kms, and don't stop until about twenty seven. In her case every 10 km split was 30 seconds faster than the previous 10. Trust me this is a herculean feat. Even the race winners were a minute or 2 slower in the second half. Way to go Roo!!!!
And I told you about winter being over, didn't I? It turned into a very nice day. Believe it or not I actually got a bit of a tan on my legs. Woohoo!
As to my own performance it was a bit puzzling. I managed to run with Roo until just past the 27K mark when she started to pull away, and at 28 kms I took a wee walking break. At this pace I should not have had any problems. I managed to finish with just that one little walk, but I felt quite faint at the end.
I'm hoping it was just stupidity, and right now I'm leaning in that direction. I may have vastly underestimated my sweat rate. If that's the case something in my physiology has changed, because on many occasions I have run 30 kms faster, in warmer weather, with less fluids.
But I can tell you that after at least 3 bottles of post race water, and 3 tall, post race beers, I still didn't have to pee. It wasn't until some 5 plus hours after the race that I finally managed to take a leak. That's a pretty clear indication of dehydration.
Hopefully that was the only problem....and if not, maybe along with stupid, I'm just old, and- out of shape.
Who knows, who cares? I had a fabulous day with my honey, and my pride in her efforts dwarfs any minor dissatisfaction with my own day.
Besides, I had my own magic moment today. I think it was around 6 or 7 kms. The freakin lens fell right out of my glasses! I had to scramble around on the ground, nearly getting run over, just to get it back and prevent it from getting stomped by one of the other 8000 people. Why is this magical you ask? Well because I was struggling with a bit of guilt about getting new ones, even though these are nearly 6 years old. Prescription sport glasses are quiet expensive, and that little episode immediately make me okay with it!! Serendipity I say!
And that's it for today. I have to have some supper, and then go and kill some rodents! My other declaration.
Run, 30 kms, 2:42:33...or there a-bouts.
"If the world were perfect, it wouldn't be."---Yogi
Love
Peter
But she did run a perfect race! The thirty kms around Hamilton harbour is an extremely difficult race, that gets even more difficult as it goes on. The hills start at about 19 kms, and don't stop until about twenty seven. In her case every 10 km split was 30 seconds faster than the previous 10. Trust me this is a herculean feat. Even the race winners were a minute or 2 slower in the second half. Way to go Roo!!!!
And I told you about winter being over, didn't I? It turned into a very nice day. Believe it or not I actually got a bit of a tan on my legs. Woohoo!
As to my own performance it was a bit puzzling. I managed to run with Roo until just past the 27K mark when she started to pull away, and at 28 kms I took a wee walking break. At this pace I should not have had any problems. I managed to finish with just that one little walk, but I felt quite faint at the end.
I'm hoping it was just stupidity, and right now I'm leaning in that direction. I may have vastly underestimated my sweat rate. If that's the case something in my physiology has changed, because on many occasions I have run 30 kms faster, in warmer weather, with less fluids.
But I can tell you that after at least 3 bottles of post race water, and 3 tall, post race beers, I still didn't have to pee. It wasn't until some 5 plus hours after the race that I finally managed to take a leak. That's a pretty clear indication of dehydration.
Hopefully that was the only problem....and if not, maybe along with stupid, I'm just old, and- out of shape.
Who knows, who cares? I had a fabulous day with my honey, and my pride in her efforts dwarfs any minor dissatisfaction with my own day.
Besides, I had my own magic moment today. I think it was around 6 or 7 kms. The freakin lens fell right out of my glasses! I had to scramble around on the ground, nearly getting run over, just to get it back and prevent it from getting stomped by one of the other 8000 people. Why is this magical you ask? Well because I was struggling with a bit of guilt about getting new ones, even though these are nearly 6 years old. Prescription sport glasses are quiet expensive, and that little episode immediately make me okay with it!! Serendipity I say!
And that's it for today. I have to have some supper, and then go and kill some rodents! My other declaration.
Run, 30 kms, 2:42:33...or there a-bouts.
"If the world were perfect, it wouldn't be."---Yogi
Love
Peter
Perfect, indeed!!
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry that the race didn't go as well as you had hoped (for you), but to put things in perspective, you ran freakin' 30K and I'm a "healthy 20-something male" and I can't do that!! So, you never cease to amaze me!
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm so happy for Roo!
Love,
Michael
Well said Michael. Of course the race wasn't perfect. Who cares? You ran the damn thing, felt faint and recovered. More than so many of us could imagine doing. So proud of my "younger brother" and his younger wife too! And so proud of being part of the family ... sort of.
ReplyDeleteLove,
gail