|Wednesday's (insane) meet
||[Apr. 22nd, 2004|10:34 pm]
manda the panda
I look back at Wednesday and I have realized that it was a learning experience for me. I look at the 4x100m relay I had to do, and I am very proud of my performance, since I had to start out, and I had the lead the whole time. We ended up winning, which was a major confidence boost. That was a good start to an interesting and painful track meet.|
I had been preparing myself all day for the 300m hurdles. I had only done it once ever in competition, and I knew I had a lot of room for improvement, though my time was not that bad (50.34). I will say I was completely nervous getting ready at the starting line. I was more nervous than usual, and I can't exactly say why. When we started I was ahead of everyone, until the 3rd to last hurdle, when I lost it and tumbled (although I did not exactly fall, just sort of a little tumble). The girl who was behind me ran ahead and won the race. I came in second, which is not bad considering the incident.
I look back and think, why? I was in a great position to win, and then this mistake happened. My steps were totally off, because I think I was focusing way too hard and getting more speed, which in all honesty I did not need. It was almost like while I was running, I forgot that I actually had to hurdle. I then saw the hurdle and really realized, "Oh no. There it is already. Wait! I'm not ready!!" I got over the hurdle all right, but I was leaning so far forward that I tripped, and I could feel myself falling headfirst, so I just sort of somersaulted. It wasn't a bad fall. It wasn't even really a fall. Just a little "stunt", as my coach said later. I am amazed that I was able to get back up so quickly. I hardly remember being on the ground at all, and people said I just shot up before anyone realized what had really happened. The rest of the race was a blur. It was hard to hang in there because in my mind I kept thinking, "Wait, did that just happen??" But it did. I don't know exactly how I feel about it. A bit dumb, I have to admit. I feel sort of stupid, but at the same time I just have to laugh about it and take things in stride. Ed said I handled the whole situation with grace. I was determined to shake it off, and I think I have begun that. My knee is a little skinned, but other than that, there were no other "battle scars". I look back and think, "That could have been way worse."
At the end of the meet, after I rested a little, two distance girls on my team decided to do the 3200. They were the only girls in the whole race. They begged me to run with them so we could get more points for the team. So I reluctantly agreed. The race was very painful and definitely an eye-opener for me. I have learned a lot about myself from that experience. I know now how fierce my desire is to win. I am competitive, and I have always known that, but I did not know it was that extreme. During the race I just wanted to stay with the two girls, that was all, then probably taper off toward the end when I got tired. I did taper off a bit at the last 600m, and then all of a sudden out of nowhere, near the last 150m, I decided, "I am going to win this race. I want to win." Throughout the race I had told myself, "Ok, this doesn't matter, there is no pressure. You did this for the team. You don't run distance. It's ok." But I suddenly found flame the end, and I realized I had energy, and that I wanted to win. I used all my strength to catch up to my teammates, then suddenly I was like, "Ok, I can pass them. I think I can win." And I did pass them. I won, and no one saw it coming. I feel so weird! I am not a distance runner. I know I will never run that race again, though. First of all, those two distance girls on my team train hard and run like crazy to do well at the 3200m, and here I am, whining about have to sprint a 200 at practice. I feel guilty, like maybe I should have let them win, but at the same time, I was proving something to myself.
Tomorrow is the real test. Another meet, another 300m hurdles race. I know I am nervous, just thinkning about it I get chills and start to sweat. I cannot be scared. I can do this, and I just need to stay strong for tomorrow, becuase I am determined to do better than I ever thought possible.