|With the Undertaker. An interesting metaphor for my race|
And when I woke up this morning and saw the visible layer of moisture in the air, literally blocking out the Tower of the Americas, I knew it was going to be a sucky day. And so it proved.
I started off running 7:20s, and within a mile I was soaked. It wasn't particularly warm, but the humidity was like a suffocating blanket. The first few miles were all mid-7s, other than one where I made a bathroom stop, but I never felt good, and never found a rhythm. It was hard grind, and one of those days where the miles just seemed to drag by sooooo slowly. I eventually crossed the finish line in 1:46 (8:06 average) and was happy to be done. Not a great time, but not bad either. I was still running 8:10s-8:20s at the end, but the last few miles felt like I was running in wet cement - my legs were heavy, and my heart just wasn't in it.
|Gavin with a Mexican wrestler mask from El Mercado market|
I can quite honestly say I had a horrible run - I hated every moment and couldn't wait to finish. I suspect if I had continued and run the full distance I could have finished somewhere in the 3:40s or 3:50s, but I completely lacked the motivation to run another 13 miles.
It made me feel a bit better to hear the same sentiment echoed by everybody else I know who ran today.
Mostly this is my fault, since I just haven't put in the training necessary to run the kind of race I would like. But it also throws up an interesting mirror of last year, where I had a sucky race at Frankenthon, signed up for a "revenge race", and managed to turn it around in 5 weeks for White Rock.
The missing ingredient in both Frankenthon and San Antonio was motivation.
It just so happens that I have 4 weeks until the BCS marathon. And if I want to turn it around, I have my work cut out.
I know exactly what I need to do, but the question is can I find that motivation I need to make Aggieland my revenge race?