What a long ass day.. Where to begin..
Well..I get to the track around 830am to get myself a massage (I hadn’t had a professional one since…1999!). I thought might as well go with what I know. Massage, easy warm up, fast twitch fire drills, lay on the track in my spikes (I always used to do this..I have no idea why) and rest…
I did all of the above. The massage felt like it awakened muscles that I hadn’t used in..well.. 14 years..She hit my feet, hammys, quads, and hip flexors. She found knots in my right hamstring (the one that used to cause me major problems back in the day), my left quad..and strangely enough that same knot tried to find rescue in my left hip flexor. She worked them all out.. seriously took about an hour and a half. My one complaint is that she used some type of massage ‘paste’, cause when I got done, I looked down at my legs and it looked as if I had lathered myself in 10 day old bacon fat, lol. I tired to use some baby wipes to wipe all that crap off.. FAIL. I said screw it.. I will just leave it on..hopefully it will melt off as I warm up.
As I start my jog I see some of my competitors mugging me down…Guess since I am the new kid on the masters block that there is a wee bit of envy. Ole well..they want gold..then..they just have to train harder..or get better genetics (the latter would me, cause I am sure I am the laziest fastest person you will ever meet). While at home I tried to figure out a correct age 40 warm up, after my jog I did 3 x 100m fly in flats.. THEN I did my drills.. THEN I stretched and applied any jellies and salves (in my case it was Bengay, been using it since my mom bought me some as a senior in high school)..THEN spike up to do fast twitch drills and flying 20ms. Now granted, I NEVER show my cards when I am warming up (one of the reasons I take so long to warm up)..I dont like dudes sizing me up when doing these things..cause.. shiit..I do it!! LOL…
So I get done the the above, then lay belly first on the track as its about 5 min to check in. I let my heart pound the track, I let the adrenaline settle..but not completely go out. I get up..put my flats on..and head to the check in tent…
Right before I get to the tent.. the Japanese film crew stops and wants to ask me some questions…(they are filming almost every move the two Japanese make, one was an Olympian for Japan..or hell maybe both were, I couldn’t understand what the dude was saying).. He asked me “What is your name?” (they already knew who I was..they had been scoping me out since I dropped the 11.01 yesterday)..I respond with ‘Tod’. Next “How do you feel about today’s competition”…. I respond “I am feeling good” (I wanted to say ballsy, but I figured I would have to translate too much, lol). ”Do you think you will win the gold medal?”….I respond “Hell Yea, now move bitch!”….
Naw..I said “I want to put a technically sound race together, and if I do that, I like my chances”. He nodded in appreciation and allowed me into the tent..
While in the tent, there wasn’t much posturing. I think that the finalist were all about business. All the posturing was in preliminaries for ‘also-rans’. We all sit in our assigned seats and wait until we are lead out to the start line.
Once we were out of the tent, I scurried ahead of everyone else, not to be an ass, but to start getting the much needed butterflies in my stomach (I think the birds ate them all in semi’s yesterday, lol).. I drop my bag..break out my spikes shed one later of top clothing..and start to fire up my fast twitch..got about two drills in before it was our turn to make it happen..
I make my way to good ole lane 4 (its awesome that I NEVER relinquished the money lane the entire time).. My biggest competitor is to my right..I have already told myself to just latch on to his hip and have him drag me thru my weak ass drive phase (my drive phase/start is for a 200m..not a 100m)..So that is the game plan.. latch on..get out of drive phase, then go win…
“Runners to your marks”…
I do my pre flight check..
No soreness in hammies/quads/achillies or any other mysterious muscle that I don’t know the name of…check..
Looks like all systems are Go
breathe in..and hold…remember.. latch on to lane 5′s hip..
I am out..no stumbling..not the last one out of the blocks.. got out..latched on to lane 5′s hip.. so far..things are working out as planned..Lane 5 (the american) and Lane 3 (the brit) are beating me for about 20-30 meters (traditional drive phase for a 100m), but they aint beating me enough to where I can’t dig out of it…
30-40 meters in I start to accelerate out of my drive phase. Seriously within 2-3 steps I had already caught up to the brit..
40-60 meters.. something strange happened during this zone..and likely changed the outcome of the race. As I continued to accelerate, I believe that I veered to the right hand side of my lane…and I think that in a panic lane 5 veered towards the left side of his lane..between 40m and 50m, I had caught him.. our writs hit each other..’thunk’ (I thought seriously??).. ‘thunk’..next thing was my Nike Fuel band (which I wear on my right writs), unlatches on the second ‘thunk’…with my arm motion it flung from my wrist at around the 60m mark. Now at this point I told myself..’Ok TLong..finish this damn race so you can go get your gear, lol’.. after I told myself that..I actually hit another gear..taking off from the other competitors..
Crossed the finish line (11.04), decelerated for about 30 more meters.. then quickly jogged back down the track to retrieve my fuel band, lol. I didnt stop for any congratulatory words or anything…Once retrieved, I trotted back down to the finish line for some pics and such..
I seriously doubt I would have dropped that fast a time had it not been for the alarm going off regarding my band..straight comedy..
Any way..That is it on my 2013 100m campaign.. To recap:
9/1999 – 4/2013 on the couch watching TV & playing video games.. don’t hate, it was fun
7/13/13 11.33 (National Champion)
10/18/13 11.01 / 11.16
10/19/13 11.04 (World Champion)
Next up 200m on Monday. It will get hard for me on Monday..I am ‘hoping’ to make it to the finals!
I will post a few other items of interest tomorrow…
The 3rd dude is me..The 4th dude is the one that got second (“the american”)..”the brit” is the 2nd dude you see..and the dude in focus is the Japanese dude that got 3rd.