|Kingston Flyer getting ready!|
We get to ride the train from Kingston to Fairlight, get off, it turns around... then we RACE THE TRAIN. I acted like a kid in a candy shop. I was very very excited.
From there, we run through grass which got longer in longer in length, with barely a definable trail. I was slowing down quite badly, and my heart was exploding with effort, and all to keep pushing myself through the knee high grass. Even though I'm currently in training for another 2 iron-distance races, I'm still always amazed at how some short races (well, most) can kick my ass. I was seriously fucked after this 12k run race. It was harder than I expected, and my heart was at MAX the entire time.
Near the very end, I could hear a girl breathing right behind me through the grass... given that I'm not one to be passed in the late stages of a race, the second that I hit gravel track and then road, I seriously just started SPRINTING like mad. All-out, scream-like-a-little-girl sprinting! My heart rate, already near max, just went through the roof, as I later found out. I didn't look behind me, and I thought she was right on my heels the entire time, but it looks like I dropped her.
|Finish chute! The train came in ~2-3 minutes after I did!|
I promise, no more racing until Challenge Wanaka half-iron (in less than 2 weeks' time)! On last count, I've done 6 races in 2 months, with the last 3 in the last 10 days. Caaaraaaazay!