Wednesday marked the first Franks XC race of the year. I have talked about these before but the short of the long is that they are a series of XC races that run for ~5 weeks in fall then spring all between 4-8km and I have been doing them for about 5 years now.
It was miserable out. I mean its mid-April and still snowing. They had to change the course to paved trail instead of XC track it was so bad. Fml
It was freezing my legs have been super tight and my stomach factory has been working over or under time depending on its mood – not making the situation better. My specialist thinks I have “lazy bowels” my response to him was well what happens when they are not lazy and I almost poo in my pants. Hmmm?
Alas I decided to run anyways because that’s what I do and it was only 5.25 km. About 1 km in my whole body kinda cramped basically it was telling me “Teagan you are so SO dumb. We hate you” and my right hamstring started to hurt. I wanted to drop out but I kept running slower and slower then walking then built energy run pass people then walk etc etc. I fully admit I am not close to front pack but I am defiantly a mid to high pack runner on good days in my age category. I knew a shit ton of people passing me are people I usually beat just hurting my “ego”. As the race went on my hamstring totally cramped so I would walk then build enough strength to pass people then it would cramp again so I gave up and turtled to the finish 29 minutes and 50 seconds. On the way home I am sure (I know I was) I was a sassy cat to Jesse who ran a good race 25 min or so and he is nice enough to put up with my relentless antics and analysis of every race we run.
Got home hobbling around stretching everywhere magically wishing the mild nagging pain will just disappear and waiting to check the results. Refresh – refresh – refresh. During this time I talked to my mother and father who BOTH told me not to run COMPLETELY separate I mean the people are divorced haha. And the inevitable response from them to their 25 year old daughter that is “mature” enough to own a house was;
Mother – “Well told you so. It’s a good thing you are only doing a 5km race when you go to Hawaii tomorrow not the marathon you were going to do”
Father – “What did I tell you yesterday. Not to run. Don’t you race again in like four days. You never listen to your parents you turkey”
Haha after these kind and true words I laughed because Jesse reads me the riot act about over training and not listening to my body. So although I feel defeated for running poorly in an amazingly insignificant race I finally learned a valuable lesson about myself that has taken me 6 years of competitive running and more than one injury.
Take time to stretch, listen to your body, recognize some races don’t really matter hell most don’t they are just races, and last but should be first listen to your family they know you best.
So how did it end? I ran 5.25km in 29.50 came in 26th out of 39 in my age category. And in the end it doesn’t really matter haha but I made a mountain out of a molehill and FINALLY learned a lesson. Emburrrassssing (yes that is suppose to be spelt wrong)
In the words of my coach one of my favourite people on the planet.
“You won’t get fat or slower for taking a week or two off”
Currently I am on a plane to Hawaii with a cramping hamstring that is suppose to race on Sunday and I am the only one to blame.
Ps – Family I love you all of you crazy animals.