DR GEORGE SHEEHAN ON RUNNING.

DR GEORGE SHEEHAN ON RUNNING.

slide7Written and published back in 1975, it has a wonderful description of running a race that is well worth reading, so we have reproduced it here, but if you can ever get your hands on a copy we recommend it, even after 40 years much of it is still relevant as well as being a great read.

THE RACE!

On the starting line for that one silent moment. Then the start. Always faster than you remembered. The mind goes through the instructions. Relax. Push off with each stride. Run from the hips. Belly breathe.

At the half-mile mark, you settle for a pace that keeps breathing just bearable. Everything makes a difference. Every change in footing—grass, cinder, dirt or stone. A grade that would escape a surveyor adds its toll. The environment occupies you completely. Wind speed and direction, temperature and humidity can either aid or hinder. Forget the watch; the course runs different every time.

A mile past and the first hill. Quite suddenly every step is an exquisite effort. The slope steepens and each foot takes its interminable time. The top comes and there is relief to burning chest and aching legs. Now they come in series. Toil up and fly down. Then out onto the flats for the three-mile mark. There are the stop watches and your friends—an occasional face sharply seen. The hearing is keener than the eye. “They’re dead up ahead. Get tough.”

You’re alone again, remembering now is the time to make your move. Relax, the race is in front of you. So you push off. Run with your thighs. Use that trailing leg. And now comes Cemetery Hill with its easy winding approach. And then 100 yards straight up. The legs are gone, the breathing impossible. Your face is at your knees. Your thoughts turn to survival. But finally there is the crest. But not before an additional rise not seen from below. The incredible oxygen debt is finally paid off in a halting downhill stagger.

The flats once more. The finish in sight but you are beginning to come apart. Pain is now your companion. It warns you to a point that must not be passed. So you wait and endure until the moment for the final drive to the finish. Now! Now there is no tomorrow. The world and time have narrowed to this agony. Where the legs hurt, you hurt them more. But the chest can’t be helped. The light is starting to go out. And then you’re over the line.

Ten minutes later, you wonder why you didn’t push harder going up Cemetery Hill.

 

I’m sure many can relate to some of the above from past races. I certainly can recall finishing and looking at my time and thinking, 15 seconds, if only I had run a bit harder on that last down hill.

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