So where to begin, if you are not mechanically inclined I will let you know that rope is made for pulling, it is mighty hard to push something with a piece of rope. Remember this, it will help you later. Also if you have never let your dog chew on a golf ball or never fooled around in high school shop class and tried to cut a golf ball in half, you need to know that inside a golf ball is a big mess of elastic bands all twisted up. You need to understand this.
So I raced again last night. A little 3000 down in London! I am having a lot of fun doing this track thing this summer. I was a bit tired from all the racing of the past few weeks with that 10k and followed closely by that 5k-1500 double up at the 401 series. So we had a couple good weeks of mileage and workouts in again and this 3k seemed to fit. So here we are, in London on a next to perfect evening, it’s a small field and there is a pack of guys going for sub 8.15 pace up front. I know I want nothing to do with that pace. So things go out fast, 64 seconds or so through 400, and so here I am, off the back of this lead pack trying to find my pace not going at their pace but not letting them drop me as there does not seem to be anyone else around me. Well, trying to push solo off the back of a pack, whilst not entirely losing touch with the pack but not going out too fast is about as easy as pushing a truck with a piece of rope. It’s not very easy. The first lap was fast and then I sort of let the lead group go, then I decided that I needed to try to hang off the back of them a bit more and started to push on, in the middle section it go a bit tough as it always seems to do in these track races and then there was only 1km to go and I felt good and started to move pretty well again. 8.41 was a big 7 year pb. Henderson ran like a bawse up front hitting his world jr. Standard.
So now on to the next one, actually jumping on a plane and heading to England on Wednesday night. Going to visit my Grandpa and family over there all while taking in a half marathon. And this is where you all are going “what the deuce?> I thought you were ripping up the track this summer John” Well this is true. But there is a bit of a story behind this half marathon. It takes place in the Village of Freckleton, and it is the Oldest half marathon in England at 49 years. Also my grandfather who also bears the great name-John Mason was one of the original organizers of this race. Needless to say he wants me to win the damn thing. So I went last year and gave it my best but had some stomach issues and ended up second by 24seconds. When planning my summer season I told DST that i would really like to get into this again and he said it would fit into the schedule it just would not be any peak race with the main focus of drilling down my track times. So yeah with all this fast track stuff I am excited to get over the England and roll through a half. Its a flat course and I am fairly confident in my base so I would like to see a fast time aswell. #believinthebeard.
Once back from England I will be hitting up the track again for a couple fast races before we wrap up the summer season.
So here this blog is going to take a bit of a hard left from my usual, lowbrow, ball joke humour and get a bit more deep, and believe me this is as deep as I get. Some might say I am like an onion, with many layers that could make you cry, but I am more like a golf ball, I have a hard rough exterior, take a good beating and come back for more, and inside I am just a big twisted mess of elastic bands that makes no sense. So....
First watch this video:
Now if you have watched this video and you do not want to go out for a two hour run, or don’t not want to try running for the first time, you better check your pulse. I have watched this video many many times and it really speaks to me. I am not of the real religious type, I don’t understand religions. Religions are the reason for all the war and peace in the world. Religion brings people peace and makes people want to fight for what they believe. Anyway what I do understand is running. I love running, running for hours, running in the snow, in the rain. A day running is better than a day not running in my books. Running is good for the soul, it picks you up when youre feeling down, it clears the mind and helps me think. The roads and trails are my sanctuary. A long solid effort, laboured breathing, my sermon. I would give up all goals of fast times, race wins, national-world level competition if you told me I would be able to float along a rolling tree lined trail everyday from now until I die. But nothing is certain and nothing can be set in stone, so I’ll live for what I have right now, and right now I want to go fast.
Oh yeah so about the title Raspberry Beret. The last three times I have raced as I drive to the race that song has come on the radio. I don’t know I guess it’s lucky. One, Two, One Two three, Huh
For your viewing pleasure.--à http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xATUw_ZVTzQ
So yeah I will check back in After England. Behave yourselves
Believe In the Beard!