After reviewing my times, it would appear that yes I did increase my pace when my stroke improved. You can see that my best pace was actually made near the end of my workout when I was lower on energy. I’m pretty happy to see these results.
I had a great swim this morning. After doing more drills for about 1200 meters, I could feel the results starting to gel.
During the last 300 meters or so of my workout it all suddenly fell into place. I could really feel the extra pull being generated by correct arm movements through the water. It was really a eureka kind of moment. I immediately felt faster, but I will have to wait till I get home to see what my Garmin has to say about the speed.
The real trick now will be to duplicate this movement in the pool from now on.
Wow this one hurt, my legs ache as I write this, I am not sure how I will cope with work over the next few days as my body tries to recover.
Finish time 1:57:00, thus I beat my 2 hour goal, but missed my 1:45 target time.
For the first 4km I was keeping pace with Kevin, but I knew this would not last, and he slowly gained several paces by the time we hit 5km. At this point I gave up on the pursuit and decided to drop into a comfortable pace that I knew would last.
By the time I hit 11km I was still feeling really good. Running to the beat with DJ Peter Cannellis was keeping me moving strong, and his first 1 hour track had come to an end. The next song was too slow of a beat so I just hit rewind and listened to the first song again, knowing that I needed to finish the race before the song ended to keep the 2 hour time limit.
I had a coworker setup my cameras at 13km, here’s a nice shot he took of me:
As we rounded the south end of the track I was still passing people who were now starting to break down. I was 15km in, but exhaustion was starting to creep into my legs. By the time I hit the 16km mark I was really starting to feel the pain. My left knee was starting to give up, on the outer collateral ligament. I could feel the pain starting to build. Each foot fall added a very slight amount and it was only a matter of time before it would be too painful to continue. At the 17km mark I need to stop and walk it off. This was a really tough mental challenge, because I knew all the people I had just passed were now going to pass me back. I was loosing time and needed to keep moving.
For the next 3km I was walking on and off every 500 or so meters to let the pain subside. We came up to the final aid station and I stopped completely to drink the water. This was only about a 15 second ordeal but I was far from proud at this moment. I knew I wanted to finish strong so the rest was needed. I had about 1km to go and there was no stopping allowed.
I picked up the pace and focused on the goal, finish before the song ends. Pushing the pain out of mind I started to increase my stride. I rounded the last corner and had the finish line in sight…there was no stopping now. Simple fact, the faster you run the sooner its over. I want to finish strong and a sprint across the finish line will do just that. With only 250 meters to go I kept a steady increase to my pace. By the time I was 50 meters out I was running in a full sprint as fast as my damaged legs would carry me. This actually increased the praise from the crowd waiting at the side lines, I could hear people cheering me on as I “let er rip”.
I was done, and it felt good. All the senses came back and suddenly it was all real again. Its amazing how tunnel like my vision was as I ran that last 1km, I don’t really remember much of it, but the moment I exited the finish line area I could suddenly see in vivid color again. It was a sureal moment.
This was the last planned race of the year, thus it is now time to recover, reflect, and starting thinking about next years goals.