Sunday just gone was the Bridge to Brisbane. I think my neighbour is psychic around these things as when I had the last race – River Run 100k – he kept me awake, and this time he left his lights on which beamed right into where I was sleeping and I had a terrible nights sleep – grrrr.
Anyway I had to get up at 3.45am (yes that’s right – the middle of the night!) to get ready to meet everyone in my team at 4.45am. My husband was not at all impressed and said to me when setting the alarm the night before “this is the last fun run you are doing at this time! – it’s not even a half marathon!” and I agree with him whole heartedly on this one as I like my sleep and am not convinced it was worth the early start unlike the Gold Coast Marathon I ran 2 months ago!
Not a morning person!
So anyway I got to the gym to meet my friends and two of my girlfriends were late and then one forgot her bib number. Now I know it was only meant to be a fun run and we got all dressed up into french maid costumes for a laugh but after no sleep and hauling my butt up, having to be relatively social I think that pushed me over the edge… I grumbled and sat staring out of the window whilst the girls crunched around me on egg shells giggling away! They all know I am not a morning person and find it hilarious! I can laugh now but at the time I was very jealous of my husband snoozing back in bed.
Making our way to the race
We got to Central station and I was a bit more awake and we caught the train to Murrarie ready for the race. We got a few looks from runners on the train – those serious runners who look at fun runners and think ‘they are not real runners – and they look ridiculous’ – I’m afraid i have been one of those in the past! But I accept now it’s for fun and having been over taken by superman and batman in marathons realise it doesn’t matter how you dress speed wise.
So we raced to the toilets and there were just people everywhere – I had forgotten what a nightmare this race was in the sense – not many toilets, and thousands of people. We then wandered up like zombies with everyone else to the start and I realised the enormity of the race not having done it for a few years. So many people and we were late and towards the back :-(
The race started but we stood still for a fair time waiting to get to the actual start point. I am not convinced it is possible to get a good time at an event like this – but I felt my adrenalin pumping all the same and soon found trotting up the bridge was a bit too slow for me, and I resisted the urge to weave in and out initially and then my body just wanted to zoom off.
My hamstring was actually hurting more the slower I ran, when I sped up it felt better so there was only one thing for it – I had to go and weave. I was a bit stressed as i thought the girls and Shaun would be annoyed I wasn’t going to stay with them but in the end i just blurted it out that I had to go – they looked at me like I was odd as I was a bit stressed and then i went.
I felt so much better just running at my own pace and kicked back and settled into the run. I knew i wouldn’t do a great time because of the sheer number of people and the first few km had been quite slow but I figured I had paid for the entry I may as well push as much as I could in what little time was left. It surprised me how quickly the race went and it was great to see those km flying by. There was a sneaky hill at around the 8km mark and then I finished thinking I could have gone another 10k, collected my shirt and was done.
So it was a bit of an anti climax and a race I don’t think i will do again as there were just too many people and the early start quite frankly wasn’t worth it but I did it – another one to tick off the list. It’s a great race if you are running as a new runner, with friends or for charity – I think I am a loner when it comes to racing – see below!
The things I discovered from this race though were that I am definitely not a fun runner. Whilst it was fun wearing the costume the idea was that we would all run together and not worry about time and have fun – I just couldn’t do it. I am very competitive with myself and couldn’t hold myself back – I just didn’t see the point in running a race just to enjoy it and to jog along. I needed to run it like I was racing it.
The second thing I discovered too which I already kind of knew is that I am not a group runner. All that marathon training I did was basically alone bar the runs I did with my lovely friend Karen and we had a similar pace – but I am definitely not a group runner when it comes to racing – I know that now – unless I have trained with that person in the lead up I think mentally I need to run my own race if that makes sense.
Anyway I’m looking forward to the next few challenges – haven’t decided what yet but a few potentials on the horizon :-)
Have a great week of running!
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