I’ve come to the conclusion that I am missing something from my finish line experiences. I focus a great deal on finishing strong, on pushing all the way to the end. This is something that is very gratifying to me, something that is now an integral part of my racing strategy (thanks to great guidance!) and it helps me stay on track even from the start (and I’ve begun to improve in such a way as to have less to spend at the end of a race, having spent well throughout it). But I want to soak in more of the finish line experience. The energy, the spectators, the announcer, annoying or not, even the actual sense of accomplishment – that I’m finishing something I worked hard for. The sense of pride in that accomplishment, in the very moment it is being realized. Somehow, this has eluded me. And I’ve decided that this is something I’m going to work on.
A case study, here at Gulf Coast. Not sure if/how this will come out but my clapping mother is in a purple top, black hat – she saw me, didn’t see her:
Same thing happend in the Austin marathon, numours family members in attendance at the finish line - didn't see 'em.
So look out finish line crowds, here I come...