"I sleep, I sleep, and suddenly something is boring in my head" - that's how every Panda relationship begins on November 11, 2016. It's me, I'm the drill. Like this neighbor of Adaś Miałczyński, who invites his buddies and a drill together. 8 am, and I crunch Bonitki in bed. Bonitki is such oat cookies from Biedronka, the best. This time I went crazy and bought their fakes "tesco value", which also have chocolate, because it's a special day. I ate them also for supper. It's no coincidence, the closer to Independence Day, the more my fake, healthy-food habits change. In the sense that I eat sweet only when no one is looking or it is dark (winter is great). For the last 3 years it has been the most tiring, non-retiring day of the year. The fact that the run will not be like those from previous years, I find out quite quickly. In fact, after the first eye-view behind the window. Snow and frost.
I have to run around running around in order to run, around September. Then the accelerated preparation for the run begins, because it is too late to do it properly. And on November 11th, in my calendar, I am the day when I should make a living. The goal is always one - shorten the time from last year and run to the occasion in front of Jack. We have such a healthy competition with him, fueling each other. The number of hours on the trainer shortens in favor of running around the park. Last year, for the first time in my life, I broke 40 minutes, and I still ran 9 seconds behind him, so now it was my turn. I do not have a workout or a rigorous plan. I use something that I call "macro-plan". I know that it is fitting to have two more training sessions a week, one longer and somewhere between sensibly cram the bike ... and Panda. That in the beginning you have to be careful about the counter-attacks, and after a month or two I can run like a human. Of course, this does not change the fact that sores anyway, after each trot. The problem with cyclists is that the man can almost endlessly endurance, but his legs do not keep up. Such rules allow me to get up in the morning without unnecessary stress that "training must be done", because if it is not today, it may well be tomorrow.
Before the run, I'm always stressed by two things that I have no direct influence on. Kolka and a potential visit to toi-toi. I can survive anything else. However bad as training it sounds, on the day of the start I only eat the previously mentioned chocolate cakes (sometimes I substituted them with a white roll with banana and honey, but you know what wins, with a choice of cookies and a roll). Not only that, I eat them right after waking up and for the next three and a half hours I do not eat anything more. Dinner the day before also consists mainly of these cakes. If it works, why change.
Running is easy. If you are a good runner, you can estimate your score to the nearest 10 seconds. It's like an FTP test. You know the pace and keep it for as long as you can: or you will suddenly die in half, or you will surprise yourself with a reserve of energy left at the end. There is no thrill of uncertainty that can be found in Mazovian cycling. Here, even the average cyclist has a chance to stand on the box by accident. Running, if everything goes according to plan, you will reach exactly where your condition deserves.
At the start I lose somewhere Panda, which has been excluded from running across the knee injury for over a year - this is an interesting story for another episode. There would be nothing wrong with this, except that I have a sweatshirt in my hand and a Gopro on a pole (like a real tracksuit, I start to come in rustling and "skirts" shoes, to make it more comfortable - I change at a random stop). 4 minutes to start and I stand with such luggage in my hand. I roll into the ball to hide the camera and leave everything to a stranger in the bakery.
Jacek and I are in the first sector. As the announcer rightly observes, "without you, runners, this race would not be so special." We are honest sportsmen. If the first zone is for people who run under 40 minutes, and we have a plan to break 40 minutes, then we stand at its end. We do not want to hurt anyone. There was a whole campaign on the internet about "to measure forces on intentions"And to stand where it should be. How naive we were to find out before we even step on the starting line. People are trotting before us. And it's not that they are trotting because it's crowded. They just go for a walk, talk, jog. I'm not saying that 4min / km is a cosmic pace, but it does require some speed. When we look around, 86% of people definitely do not look fast. I know it can be tiger-tailed, hidden dragons ... but no. Such a tiger can be one or five. Statistically, several hundred people can not look like this. I'm not even referring to the posture, but if I see someone dressed as an onion in the fastest zone, suspicions arise. The first kilometer is a giant slalom, unfortunately also by curbs, where photographers stand.
I do not know why the great "Warsaw Triada Biegowa" is not able to verify previous results. Pulling out the average of two or three last starts would solve the biggest problem of mass events. MTB cycling has been partially overcome with this problem, the road organizers are still looking for a golden mean. No wonder - often between the 1st and the 60th place is 10 seconds difference. We have known for a long time that human honesty can not be counted on. I understand, if they were people who shot and after 3 kilometers they "bombed" - but from the very start, run half too slowly? Personally, I would be ashamed. An unexpected crisis can catch everyone just a few minutes after the start - these colic, cramps, problems with the belly, injuries - it happens.
As soon as I manage to go "straight" (which is so funny in the context of the route, which is 5km, nawrotka and 5km the other side of the street) and overtake about 200 people who made a mistake the starting place, the belt from the heart rate monitor falls on my navel and so it stays. A brief analysis shows that if it's cold, it's either a cramp in my chest, or I just run for the first time without a thermal shirt that presses it down. Because dressing up for running competitions is generally easy. It puts as little as possible. So I'm starting in shorts from the style of Juno, which reach me to the quarter of the thigh, in a T-shirt, running shirt (which is probably the best shirt I have ever received - company 4F) and sleeves. And, of course, the horse's warming ointment an hour before the start, so that in the evening my thighs have a temperature at which you can fry a sausage.
It's good that I'm not a running blogger. My relation would look like this: I run, run, run, run, take a colt for a moment, lose Jacek somewhere in the crowd, then run, start to tire, run up, I'm tired, speed up at the finish line. Every now and then I fart in the hands of Tomtom Runner, who, set completely to the eye on the range 3: 40-3: 54, did not pass the exam. He lost himself completely, but I try to keep 3: 49-3: 50. It's two seconds slower than I'd like. At the finish line I am reporting with time 38:24 - it's almost half a minute longer than the "max" plan and half shorter than "min". Strange, the pace almost matched. Strava shows me time 38:04 with 10km. Maybe I was running the slalom and I was setting the distance, maybe the first meters, when I was walking in the crowd, they added 20 seconds. But what to do, anyway, I'm never happy with the result. I wanted to be in the first category in my category, I was 105. At the finish line I am definitely less tired than in previous years, but that my heart rate measured my stomach, is not very reliable. I do not know if I could do much faster. Surely, if there was a repetition in a week, this would help a lot.
Running is also a bit ridiculous. You run at 3:50, you know that it should be 2 seconds less, but somehow fails. 2 seconds per kilometer, sounds like nothing. As in this joke, there will always be at least one more student on the bus. The faster it runs, the harder it is to break this one, only one, let alone two. Two of 230 every kilometer. That's less than a percent. It's like raising FTP from 300 to 303.
In my running life, I had several assumptions - I wanted to break 1:30 in the half-marathon, I did it last year in Lisbon, despite very unfavorable weather and weather conditions. I wanted to break 40 minutes, currently I can do it basically on any training. I have only 3 hours left in the marathon. At the moment, he can not imagine running for three hours so as not to damage something permanently. I feel sorry for myself next year - 37:30 should already guarantee the first hundred M30.
