...Can Come True!
02.03.2014 - 03.03.2014 52 °F
After the race I headed straight for St. Petersburg. Oh man do I love that place. Needed to see the ocean and get my feet in the sand, at least for the afternoon. An hour or so into baking in the sun I got restless. I didn’t get a good cool down in after the race so I sneakered-up to do the easiest of easy runs…conveniently on the St. Anthony's run course that I’ll re-visit next month. I was ready to go, even threw on the visor for the extra bonus 'dork' points.
You’ll never guess what happened next!
How many times have you been out on a run, it’s super hot out and you silently wished for a lemonade stand or longed for an ice-cream cone to just magically appear? Well. I shit you not. Less than a mile in, an ice-cream truck was celebrating their anniversary and was giving out free soft-serve to anyone and everyone along the boardwalk.
And. Umm.....I kept running?!! You can call this “staying focused” or “feeling motivated” but honestly, it was probably just dumb. I mean, FREE ICE-CREAM? It was clearly a sign from someone up above saying “Aubrey, I love you and I want you to enjoy a treat after a great weekend of hard work. Get some freakin’ ice-cream” Pat-Pat-Pat-Pat ran my little toes, away from the fantasy I’ll have frequently in the up-coming summer months…and will most likely never in real life happen again.
However, all is not lost. I finished my run (which was quite nice along the ocean). And made up with the universe about ignoring their earlier signs by going to the froyo place downtown to make my very own delicious creation. Talk about a near-miss.
Now. Down to Business
The first thing I thought when my alarm went off for Day #2 was “This seemed like such a good idea at the time…..” Ugh. Then into auto-pilot. After a cup of coffee, some stability and muscle activation exercises (courtesy of the guru’s @ rally sport) and seeing sunrise from the venue….it most definitely was an excellent idea.
In my last entry I wrote about how the numbers don’t matter. Let me be clear this is NOT something I have mastered. After Day #2 at Clermont, I finished the race feeling very proud of myself. I felt that I put forth a solid and consistent effort. I worked, pushed and kept positive from horn blow to finish line. I crossed the line for 9th place, with 3 of the girls ahead being professionals who were doing this for a ‘training race’. I felt better about my swim, made some committed decisions on the first half of the bike (we’ll get back to that) and felt that I pushed what I was working with on the run for what I had that day. But…..then I saw numbers I didn’t like.
Two hours after the race, my mind had completely flip-flopped. I went from being happy with my performance to feeling a bit frustrated. Curse the monkey mind. My coach being who he is put things back into perspective with astounding clarity.
-Got out of the water in a better position, 11th.
-Caught up to and passed women up to position #4 and#5. As soon as I reached these girls it was apparent that they were not pushing the pace. That was it, where I made my mistake. I knew they were two professionals from the day before and I thought that because of that, they would be a good pair to work with. One was clearly stronger than the other, but they were teamed up and committed to staying together. It slowed the pace drastically.
-I should have kept charging through the field to the best of my ability. That time, even if it only amounted to an extra 30 second gap…could have been the difference of 3+places. So. Mistake made, lesson learned. Not a bad race, just a bad choice.
Last year, I was passed by 10 girls on the run course alone. (Talk about eff-ing miserable) This year between both races….just 2.
It’s all a continuous work in progress.
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Here’s to Peace, Orange Subaru's & being back in the 303,