Friday, October 15, 2004

Final thoughts for race day

As Dorys so eloquently said:

8km concentration
8km patiente
8km travail
8km volonté
8km acharnement
2.195km euphorie

The first 8km are going to require the most mental effort. Mentally and physically to restrain myself from starting too fast and being distracted. The weather forecast Sunday at this point included a 60% chance of precipitation. High of 10.

The start looks to be a cold one. Must make sure to keep me legs warm while waiting for the race to commence.

Keeping my spirits high and my expectations modest.

Carbo loading

Wednesday October 13, 2004

Time: 6:30pm
Place: Running Room
Distance 6km loop

Running mates: Chantal and 6km group
Running partner: some girl and Jeff (tri athlete)
How I felt before:

Mentally: tired, drained and grumpy
phyically: sluggish and tired

The fatigue was as a result of my first attempt at carbo loading. I ate very sparingly reducing my carb intake drastically in my diet.

The effort that I exerted for the distance and speed that I maintained was tremendous. The only thing that allowed myself to complete was the fact that I had two run buddies with whom I chatted during the run back to the store. Thankfully my discussion with them distracted me from the fatigue and hunger during this phase.

I was fortunate that I had taken several days off to rest my legs. With my muscles well rested, I was able to complete the distance at that speed easily enough. Had I not had that rest whilst carbo loading simultaneously, I am certain that I would not have comopleted the distance.

How I felt afterward. My muscles were find, I still had minor issues with my shin. Stretching was fine. However when I arrived home I felt extremely sluggish and could not even type properly. My mind was unresponsive to general queries and it I found it quite embarassing not even being able to maintain a decent conversation.

This will be my last attempt at carbo loading. I recognise the physical benefits that can be realised but the psychological price that I paid during this process proved to be one that I could not afford. As my first marathon, I need all the motivation and focus I can muster. Carbo loading proved to be deleterious toward that goal

Monday, October 11, 2004

Without limits..

The physical aspect of my marathon training has come to an end. However, the mental process is still building up toward a crecendo that culminates on race day. So on this day I decided to rent, "Without Limits" as suggested by Eve in order to hone my focus and dicpline. I can honestly say I got more than what I bargained for.

Following my Sunday run I had resigned myself to a nice and easy day. After having waxed poetic to myself about the arduous training that I had undergone, I had suddenly discovered a missing piece of my training that was not addressed over its entire duration the discipline or, "mental toughness" as referenced to in, "Les Boys"

To address that deficiency, I decided to take Eve's suggestion and headed out to my local videostore. I am fortunate in this regard as my home is situated within proximity to four video stores, all within walking distance. I began with the closest one, "Le Superclub Videotron" and proceeded to head toward the sport section. Nothing was to be found in that section so I then headed toward the drama section. Once again I was greeting with nothing. Having canvassed the entire store, I decided that my best bet was to ask for assistance from the clerk behind the counter.

I approached her and asked her if they had, "Without Limits" for rental. The girl had a befuddled reaction and I thought to myself, "Oh great she probably doesn't understand English". I switched to French and proceeded in a similar fashion. Her head was low and deliberately avoided making eye contact with me as she was staring at the monitor through the glass counter. She then asked me, "Do you mean Sans limites?" My reaction turned from patience to indignation as what was supposed to be a simple query began a prolonged interrogation. I replied sternly, "No, it's an English movie." She continued to flail away at the keyboard and when she stopped, she raised her head and told me that it was in the back. What was so difficult about that? Perhaps someone had just returned it and they had not had the time to reshelve it. I asked her to fetch it for me such a cavalier attitude and she looked at me with embarassment and said, "It's in the adult section..."

I was moritified as I finally understood what and why was going on. She was aghast that someone would ask for a porno on a Sunday afternoon. For cryin' out lould people just came out of church just a few hours earlier. I was mortified at that point as I felt all the eyes in the store staring at me. In that instant, I was reduced to nothingness and I wish I were anywhere but where I stood.

At that moment she turned to me and asked if I still wanted it. Without hesitation, I declined the offer and litterally ran out of the store. My thoughts at that point turned to the person who had suggested it to me and thought, "grr... you got me good. That movie probably doesn't even exist"

I headed over to Blockbuster and looked around and the movie was not be found. This time, my approach to the clerk behind the counter was much shrewder, I asked the girl (was is always always a girl- just to exacerbate the humiliation) if they had the biography of Steve Prefontaine by the title, of "Without limits". I braced myself for the another wave of humiliation as she flailed away at her keyboard and in a robotic fashion looked at me and told me that they did not.

I ended going to La Boite Noire, and there there content and variety is much more comprehensive that Blockbuster and Videtron. They actually had two Prefontaine movies: Without Limits and Prefontaine.

I ended up renting, "Without Limits" and I found it to be quite entertaining. From the lightheartedness of his galavanting with the ladies to the anti climax of the Munich games to his tragic death, the one thing that I'll always remember the most about the movie was not the movie itself but the embarassment endured in renting it which was, without limits...

Sunday, October 10, 2004

Solid Sunday

Time 8:30am
Place Running Room in Outremont
Temp 13 C
Humidity 2/10

Run leader: Dimitra
On the menu 13km
Path: De L'Epee North to Lajoie, Lajoie west to Deacon. South on Deacon to Vincent d'Indy. South until Edouard Monpetit. West until Cote des Neiges. Followed Cote des Neiges around the mountain past the cemetery (long uphill) down the road that the cars and buses take to the top back to the store. Hutchison north Bernard west loop of Outremont partk down Stuart, past my high school :) back to Lajoie, East to de L'Epee and south the store.

What I ate: Yogurt and banana
How I felt:

Phyically: slightly tired when I woke up. legs were vocalising their usual discontent of me running.

Mentally: Last long run before my big day *sigh* hard to believe that a year of preparation has led me to this point. I feel that I'm standing at the edge of a precipice looking out and I'm faced with two options flying or crashing and burning.
The count down begins.

As I was headed to the store, I bumped into Chantal (manager of the Running Room) on Laurier. She was excited just as I was as we were both preparing for marathons in the very near future. Her marathon in Venice is just two weeks away and only a week for myself.

We both jogged to the stored down Hutchison from Fairmont and headed over there. I needed psychological boost of being around runners on the last Sunday before my race. I thrive off the energy of the crowd and as much as I give out, today I need to take some back.

When we arrived at the store, it was nice to see familiar faces. Luka who had completed his full in 3:50 in Montreal. Dimitra and Samir. A fellow runner from the MAA gym (Mary) joined us today.

Samir was my run buddy and we both stayed in the back with Karl and Armeney. I did not mind staying in the back of the pack, I was just content being out with everyone else. Those three were really tired and out of sorts today. I know how that feels, we all have off days.

At one point, the middle pack was so far ahead of us that I had to sprint to catchup with the middle pack. It was a fast pack today averaging a 5 min pace. Whereas I was content to settle with a 5:50-6 min pace. It was nice chatting with them.

It's so funny how they look to me in the role of a mentor. One day, when my schedule improves will I be able to give as much I know I can.

Mary noticed one thing that still resonates in my mind. During the 1 minute breaks the faster runners do not rejoin the main pack and go back to pick up the stragglers. What's the point in running in a group if everyone is really anti social? If people are treating this run like a race, then why bother running in a pack. I guess it must be something do to do with social etiquette. Something to remember.

My pace was slow enough to allow me to chat throughout the run. By the 40 min mark I had found myself suddenly rejuvenated and ready to really run. But there was no point in that, we were winding down our run and it was time to head back to the store. Armeney dropped out early and met us back at the store.

Solid run. My legs filed a minor protest but nothing I could not overcome.

Stretching was without incident and fun. If I would definitely show the others how to strech properly when I lead my own group.

Saying goodbye and having everyone extend their voices of support to me for my race next week was basically the cherry on top of my ice cream Sunday :)