That was not cool, not cool at all. I went to Toronto with hopes and dreams of running fast and being awesome. It did not work out that way at all. I most certainly did not run fast and I was far from awesome. It was kinda like going to a bar and ordering a FatTire, but then getting a bottle of PBR instead, what a terrible disappointment! (yeah hipsters, PBR is gross as hell)
I’ll give a quick race recap, not really gonna be very thorough, that would be kinda depressing.
Woke up feeling good, ready to go. Get to the race. Standard warm up, ready to rock, feeling happy.
Gun goes off; “Just relax, get into a rhythm”
2km; “Hmm…not feeling great, it’s okay, just let it come, don’t force it”
5km; “So should be feeling better soon…”
8km; “any time now…”
10km; “Oh hey there hamstring what’s up?”
12km; “May be a slow day, just stay positive.”
12.1km; “This sucks”
12.2km; “I said stay positive!
15km; “2:14 will be good today!”
18km; “2:15 will be good today.”
21km; “2:16 will be good today.”
22km; “I just hope I can finish.”
25km; “I am not gonna finish.”
There is something wrong with me folks, something is just not right. I ran pretty well in Rotterdam, I was very happy and encouraged with that result. But since then I have struggled with my running, I have just been off. It has been a mental and a physical problem, I have to remedy this lameness ASAP!
So what do I have to do? Well, a few things need to be done. I think that my first problem has already been remedied. I think all the moving around and such I had done since Rotterdam was not ideal for training. Now I am settled and happy here in a permanent new home base. I have my rhythm and routine all locked down here in Vancouver. This should make the next build up less scattered.
Next, I have to be more well rounded. Before Toronto I was running a lot of volume and my workouts were pretty solid. I thought I was ready to roll because I had the running aspect of running covered. But to run as fast as I want to run I need to be more well rounded in all aspect of life, I need to tighten up the diet, be better in the gym and take better care of my body as a whole. That leads into the next area of improvement.
I need to be healthy. When you are building for a marathon and working hard at this grind aches and pains are always gonna be there, but I have let some of these become more annoying than they need to be. Not gonna get to specific, but I gotta get my body right.
To go along with getting the body right, I need to get my head right also. The fire is there, the love is there and the motivation is there. Somewhere along the line however I have gotten kinda soft. I dropped out of a couple races and have been an overall pansy, that is unacceptable. I have always prided myself on being pretty tough, but this has not been the case over the past few months. I would actually say that I am kind of a pussy these days. I am only rolling well when I feel good, but when the going gets tough I have not been digging and grinding the way I used to. I don’t like that. I have always been annoyed by those runners whom talk a big game but are not willing to do the work or nut up in a way to actually make it happened. I’m kinda that guy right now. Gross.
Alright, so Toronto was brutal. Let’s move forward on to the next one folks! But before we move on I gotta give y’all my love. Once again you guys were awesome in expressing pre-race encouragement, and post race support, it was awesome. Thanks for that!
Also, thanks so much for helping with the support towards the charity challenge, with your help we raised $635 for the Toronto Alzheimer society. So Toronto was not a complete failure after all, good stuff!
Hmm…so usually I try to add a bit a humor to these posts, but Running slow is not funny! It often leads to me being a sour puss for a few days. I am not feeling silly at all! So I guess I’ll just share with you a semi-humorous story about someone else. I am not a character in this story, but it happened in my apartment so I feel like that gives me rights to tell it.
When I was away my roommate got drunk, he was out partying and such and he became intoxicated. He had a fun night. He danced, he sang and he probably talked to some pretty girls ( I say probably because pretty much every girl in this city is pretty, so if he talked to at least two girls odds are one of them was pretty) After he was partied out he came home and went to bed (alone). Pretty standard night, nothing unusual…yet. After sleeping for a couple hours roommate “woke” up, this next series of events took place whilst the roommate was in a drunken stupor/sleep walking.
So roommate gets outta bed, walks straight past the bathroom and to a random corner of our place. He then proceeds to pee all over the floor. He just straight pees all over the damn place! Very inconsiderate roommate, but this kinda stuff happens sometimes. After Canada won the gold medal in Hockey at the 2010 Olympics I awoke the next morning and overheard this conversation between my girlfriend and her roommate;
Disgusted Girlfriend: “He tried to pee on my new computer”
Disgusted Roommate: “That is so gross!”
Disgusted Girlfriend: “Then he tried to pee in the furnace room”
Disgusted Roommate: “That is so gross!”
Anyways, back to roommate. So after he peed all over our place he tried to go back to bed. But due to the fact that he was in a drunken sleep walking stupor roommate tripped and fell and bashed the hell outta his head. We haven’t figured out what he tripped over, but I choose to believe that he slipped in his own pee, that would be the funniest scenario. So roommate slips in his own pee, rolls around on the floor a bit and then pulls himself together enough to get back to his bed.
Fast forward to the next morning. Roommate wakes up with a pounding headache. He assumes that it is just because he was hungover, nope! His head is pretty much split in two. He is covered in blood, there is blood all over the damn place. Needless to say roommate is confused as hell. He notices that the blood is not just in his bed and on his person, there is a trail of the stuff leading right out his door. Roommate follows the trail of blood, out the door, down the hall and into the common room. What roommate finds in the common room is just pure horror, there is a large pool of blood over here, and a substantial puddle of urine over there. It is gross, very quite disgusting indeed. But the worst part is that blood lake and urine lake had joined together to create bodily fluid river, this river had snaked made substantial progress throughout the whole damn room.
Roommate spends the remainder of the morning cleaning up this crime scene whilst trying to fight off a brutal hangover and a minor concussion. It must of really sucked for him, but I found this story quite hilarious.
Alright, so I’m gonna go walk around town a bit. I gotta go find me a hot/rich divorcee, I need a new bankroll. Cheers folks!