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Manhattan

October 14, 2017 (Morning)

Exercise Type: Run

Comments:
I needed a week to talk about this (mainly because I don't want it showing up on the home page), but here goes.

I started the day off confident, I had mentally prepared myself very well, and I had a good breakfast. We got to the course and hung around for a bit, and I remember being ready to race the entire day. We did the warmup, and I felt super nauseous, but I assumed that it was just the nerves and a bit of what I ate last night, and I shook it off. We did the 2-minute tempo and I felt so ready to race, I was nervous, but in a good way. We got on the line, and I was confident, and I knew what to do. The gun went off, and I got out hard. My first 800 was great, I was top 40-30ish, and I just remember not being scared, I knew that I was going out hard, but I was focused on passing people. Going up the first hill, I held my ground, and I actually passed like 4-5 people on the downhill. So far, everything was going great. I kept up the pace for until around the 1.5-mile mark. I was going well up the uphills and charging the downhills. The main problem, although I didn't realize it at the time, was the fact that we had no pack. I was running completely alone, and this came back to get me HARD with a mile left. I had no idea where ben, Noah, or Xander were. I didn't know whether I should have yelled back for them to catch up, or whether I should have tried to catch up. This ultimately was my downfall. With about mile left, and as I was cresting the main hill, the pain started coming on hard and it just defeated me. I had no pack to help me along, and once people started passing me, it was like I broke. I had felt like this before, at mile 1.5 at Baldwinsville I felt similar, but there I knew where my boiz were at, and I didn't let the pain affect me at all. The last mile was shamefully slow, I had just given up at this point. It hurts to admit, but it was true. Noah passed me somewhere, Xander passed me, Cade passed me, Ben passed me, I just didn't pull myself together and race. I was hyperventilating by the end, but not from my cardio being bad, but from panic. If I want to be able to be a good runner this season, I have to be able to run by myself, and if I start to panic like I did this race, I need to be able to "Reset" and begin the race again.

Is there anything more 0/10 than 0/10

What I did poorly: Oof. other than "The last mile", I just let this course beat me, and I never actually looked for my pack. The pain came, beat the crap out of me, then left me with nothing. I need to run with the boiz during races, we did it fantastically during run through the fire, and it is so incredibly helpful. In this race, I didn't take pain in the slightest, and I lost the boiz.

What I did well: My first 1.5 miles or so were perfect I guess. I was seriously using the downhills, passing multiple people each time, and I was at a very good place in the race.

What I can improve upon: Not slowing down the last mile. I know I can do this, I did it at b-ville and I can do it again. The main thing is that I just have to face the pain head on, and not chicken out. Also, if I can find the boiz in the first 800, I know that we can run a fantastic race. Overall, I just am sick and tired of racing like crap the past meets, and I hate to see our pack do badly as well. Its like we are scared of the other teams, but at some point we are going to have to run like we are faster than them. Until we all realize that, especially Noah, we are going to get killed at Stacs, Sectionals, and everything else.