I did not have the Clydes 10k on my schedule this year because I was supposed to be in India for work beginning last Friday thru this Friday. Then the volcanic ash cloud shut down Heathrow beginning last Wednesday and my flights were cancelled. To my surprise on Friday, my wife picked up her race packet and then signed me up for the race. This is my favorite 10k and I was looking forward to it although I trained extremely hard last week, assuming that I’d be limited on the amount of training I’d be able to do while in India. Needless to say I did not have fresh legs going into the race but was excited to participate.
The weather was nice and chilly and I was looking forward to a hard workout and to see where my fitness level would be. I was trying not to “race” but that only lasted for the first mile then I just couldn’t help myself. The first 2-3 miles were at 6:00/m pace; then I was able to draft in a small pack going up 108 and the pace stretched to about 6:15. Once we got into the neighborhood after 108 I was stuck in “no-man’s land”…the pack of 3 runners in front of me surged and were a little out of reach and there was no one around me. I ran the last 2 miles with 3 runners within 10-20 seconds ahead of me and I just mentally could not bridge the gap. It’s funny how much racing is really about mental toughness. Some days you feel like you can dig deep and reel in people, push beyond what you thought possible and other days you simply don’t have that in you. We certainly try to limit those types of days…Great food afterwards, as usual.