The weather during Göteborgsvarvet
couldn't have made for a better metaphor for my inner turmoil today.
First the skies were grey and heavy, then the clouds scattered and
the sun shone brightly.
I was nervous the whole morning. I
couldn't concentrate and complained to J about the late starting time
of the race. What am I to do while I'm waiting? I tried reading but
my mind kept wandering off. I had a bad feeling about this. I
considered staying at home with my book instead.
I tried to visualise myself running here at the end of the race. Didn't help. |
As the time drew nearer, I got ready
and took the bus to Slottsskogsvallen. I went there a bit earlier
thinking I'd catch the winners (who had started about an hour
earlier) crossing the finish line. There were people everywhere, and
everyone seemed to be walking towards me. It was like trying to wade
through honey. I snapped some photos on my phone and then went to the
bag drop-off. I looked at the dark skies and wondered if I'd need to
take my bag, with some extra clothes in, with me. Decided against it.
The queues to the toilets were long. |
Did someone say this was like a party? |
My stomach was filled with butterflies.
No, scratch that. It was filled with Hitchcock's Birds, all furiously
throwing themselves against my stomach's walls, screaming shrilly and
taking bites out of my innards. I knew I was going to fail, I just
knew it. What was I thinking, trying to run a race with a runner's
knee? Then I ran into some people I know and got distracted. My inner
balance was restored. When I went to my start group, I even ran into
AKA. Not only is she as lovely in reality as she seems on her blog,
but she did a great job keeping my mind off the Herculean task ahead.
The sky had cleared now and I had to
take off my jacket and tie it around my waist. We were off. My nerves
had given way to adrenaline and my legs desperately wanted to run.
And run they did. Through Slottsskogen, past Majorna and over the
Älvsborg bridge, they ran. Zigzagging through walkers that didn't
keep to the right. I ran up hills, which felt only marginally harder
than they used to when I trained a lot. And my legs never got tired;
they just asked for more. Though I was hungry as hell.
My knee was calm and enjoying the race
so far. Then around Lindholmen, after 11-12 km, it started protesting
for no apparent reason other than that I hadn't put it through
anything like this for 1,5 months. I stopped to get some water and
walked while I drank, then started running again. When I got to the
Götaälv bridge, the protests went away. Just like that. Uphill was
better for my knee, and it was going to be uphill for several
kilometres now.
There was a large crowd in the main
road of Gothenburg, Avenyn, but most of them didn't make a sound. Or
maybe I was too focused on not colliding with other runners
while zigzagging that I missed the cheers. But once we got to Götaplatsen,
the end of Avenyn and the point where we turned back to run down a
part of it, the cheering resumed. I grabbed some water and ran while
I drank, then a wet sponge that I squeezed over my head. So glad I
was running in my T-shirt.
This was it. The final couple of
kilometres. I glanced at my watch and realised I'd make this in under
2 hours if I kept the same pace. I pushed on, but now my knee was
getting pretty loud in its complaints. It never hurt, but it wasn't
happy. But I wasn't going to start walking now, when it had gone well so far and there were only 3 km left.
I was strong. I had stamina and
strength reserves which I didn't know I had, or why, after missing so
much training. I sprinted past the finish line. 1:56:xx (official
result pending), my best time in Göteborgsvarvet and (I think) my
second best ever. Not bad for someone who's had a terrible first half
of the year, training wise. I met up with some other runners at a nearby bar for a quick recovery drink.
After the finish line, the line for the medals |
Recovery drink |
Now I will have to take a few weeks off
running, to let my knee heal properly. I needed this so much, for
reasons I won't get into here. I am so happy right now I could burst.
Grattis! Ta nu hand om dig själv och ditt knä!
ReplyDeleteGrattis, bra jobbat! Söt katt.
ReplyDeleteStort grattis! :-)
ReplyDeleteMen WOW!!!
ReplyDeleteVilken seger :D Nu blir jag riktigt glad och peppad! Jag antar att du förstår hur stort det är med tanke på ditt knä...
Fantastiskt! Och så kul att du och AKA kunde peppa varandra lite.
Nu väntar maran... (för mig). Vet att jag kommer klara 3 mil, men sen får vi se ;)
Stor kram och tack för alla dina rara ord! <3
Shit vad härligt att läsa!!:) vad himla skönt att det höll hela vägen. Helt sjukt fantastiskt faktiskt... Och vad skönt att du nu kan låta knät vila och bli helt bra, utan stress för varvet, för det har du KLARAT!;)
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