Last weekend I ran the Darlington half which I had written about in post earlier in the week. (see below) As expected it was as brutal as I had remembered on the six previous occasions I had ran ‘the hill’. This year though seemed harder than the previous years and this is a trait that seems to be becoming the norm in my racing career of late. Is this the start of my progression back to the pack or just poor training catching up with me ?

First of all some stats, because runners love numbers right ? My previous six finishing times for the Darlington Half have been 1:24, 1:21:12, 1:19:45, 1:17:22, 1:21:46, 1:19:16 with a 1:19:02 this year. This year was my second fastest of the 7 previous races so I should be happy enough right ? In this case not so, the race itself was brutal enough that at 5k I was so close to pulling the pin and just stopping, truth be told sometimes this blog is enough to keep me soldering on as it wouldn’t be good for the runbkrun brand having me DNF’ing would it ? I remember a quote from Tim Noakes (Author of the ‘Lore of Running’) where he said that in just about every race he ever ran he , at some point during the race, had the urge to pull out and stop the ‘suffering’.

I would assume all runners who push themselves into the ‘pain box’ would logically want to end the time in said box and this is the mental part of racing that we gain from the whole racing exercise. This mental toughness is acquired, in my opinion, by experience and also , for the lucky few, genetics. Some people are just better at handling pain, because this is what is basically is, than others. I’ve said many times in this blog that Steve Monaghetti maintained the elites in the sport are just better equipped to handle the pain of racing compared to the club runner and this , together with a better training program, is what separates the two. It also helps to be 45kg and Kenyan,  with no distractions and a diet so primitive all ‘bad’ food is avoided.

So back to Darlington. I raced off like a ‘scolded cat’ which is my normal starting strategy, I use the word ‘strategy’ in the broadest sense of the word. I have tried holding myself back at the start but it’s just not me and I always seem to revert back to the ‘first to 100 metres’ wins mentality. Luckily in this race Dean Menzies was running and he was out of sight by the first kiloemtre and won by nearly 8 minutes, Oh to be young and talented. (Actually I’ll take just young truth be told !)  Surprisingly enough I was in second place for the first four kilometres which I wasn’t expecting and really had no idea who was also racing as my warm up was late, as usual, and I had no time to check out the other runners pre-start. I did notice Justin Scarvaci at the start, a runner who takes great pleasure in passing me towards the end of the race, so knew that if I was to podium (and that is a big ‘IF’) it would be a third place finish at best. My best finish at Darlington had been a 5th in 2014 when I ran one of the runs of my life (these do exist, just happen on a very irregular basis unfortunately; otherwise they wouldn’t be ‘runs of your life’ I suppose?)  Anyhow , as always, I digress.

Back to the race report and I’m sitting in 2nd at 4k dreaming of a Darlington podium. This is short lived of course when three runners catch me and I go from 2nd to 5th in a few hundred metres, go to love racing ! The other three runners all look very strong and I have to work very hard to slot in behind them (which with a headwind and a hill is the pace to be luckily.) For the next 7k we climb the hill together and I’m pleased that I can hang on, and trust me it was hanging on. At the turn around point the leader has well gone and there is a big gap to the next pack of chasing runners, big enough that I know another 5th place is in the bag, which takes some pressure of the return journey.

The Darlington half really is a race of two halves. The second half, which starts at around 13k really, is a downhill sprint to the finish and if you have saved something in the legs is just about the best finish to a half in Western Australia, bar none. We dropped one runner (sorry Max) on the downward journey and the three of us left in the chasing pack ( I use the word ‘chasing‘ very loosely as Dean was well out of sight !) motored away enjoying the tail wind and the gradient. Surprisingly enough I was actually comfortable for the first 3k of the downhill section and slotted in behind the two other runners. I even started to think maybe, just maybe, a podium was a possibility; just needed one of these two runners ahead of me to ‘bonk’. Truth be told I knew this was a long shot as both were probably 20 years plus younger that me and looked to be cruising, more worried about the other runner rather than the old guy behind then.

This turned out to be the case at 18k when we encounted the only small rise in the downward journey and I was dropped like a bad habit. I then suffered the double whammy of finding out that Nike Vaporfly 4%’s are amazing shoes on every terrain bar ‘pea gravel’ trail at speed. My last 2-3 kilometres was like ice skating and I consider myself lucky to be alive ! No worries, finish in 4th place (my favourite go-to position these days?)  with a good time of 1:19:02. Another rookie error with not looking at my watch near the finish as I could have probably found 3 seconds to break 1:19, when will I learn?

There was the obligatory , ‘I will never run that again’ conversation with the finishing shute volunteers, which again seems to the  norm these days and then a warm down with the Jon and the T-train where I recorded possibly my slowest kilometre ever on Strava, over 7 minutes !

The point of this post , for those lucky readers who have stuck it out to the bitter end , is that it doesn’t matter how experienced you are or how many races you have ran , a race will always test you mentally and physically. I believe it is more of a mental test personally and the end result depends on how much pain you are able to take onboard in your pursuit of the end goal. As you would probably have gathered in my last few race reports I seem to be paying a higher price, mentally, ever time I race and as I have said before I would put this down to father time catching up with me and asking for payment , of sorts.  You need to keep this in mind next time you race and start to question your ability, and you will. Trust in your training and always remember ‘pain is temporary but quitting last forever.’  

Does this mean I’ll be slowing down anytime soon and returning to the chasing pack ? Not on your life, I shall take the opposite approach and train smarter (or harder?) and try and prepare myself physically better for the challenge. This may be enough to make up for the mental demons I battle every time I put on a race bib. Luckily I haven’t got long to ponder Darlington as I have another race this weekend, the Peninsula 10k, a race I set my 10k PB a few years ago when I actually won it.  Race strategy (?) will be similar to Darlington , and all my races truth be told, go off like a scolded cat and hang on for dear life towards the end while questioning the whole reason you do what you do, deep inside the pain box. It’d be silly to change a winning formula wouldn’t it ?