I’ve been running well. In training. I have been for several months now. But the health concerns which dogged my effort at the Goodlife Fitness Toronto Marathon in May have left my race results wanting.
(For my race report on The Goodlife Marathon, please see Dangerous Beauty — https://runrodrun.wordpress.com/2014/05/05/dangerous-beauty/ ).
I am in search of redemption.
Next Tuesday’s Grimsby Peach Bud 10K event will be an all-out sprint with no time to make up any ground should my speed falter. Though not an ultra or a marathon, this distance is absolutely unforgiving. It is punishing as it demands an intensity and a tireless anaerobic capacity that I seldom summon in races. And it will help me determine just where I stand in my preparations for the greater distances.
The route promises to be flat. And though its placement as a midweek evening race leaves me in unfamiliar territory, there is added incentive to salve my burdened lungs.
A gold medal is awarded to the top 100 finishers.
A silver to the next 100.
And a bronze to the remainder of the field.
I want a gold. I crave a gold. And I know I can earn a gold.
I’ve checked the times for the last 3 years and determined that if I run well, a gold is mine.
Hold a good thought.