Sunday, October 10, 2010

Crumbly cookies

I would be lying out my be-hind if I told you I wasn't disappointed with how I ran tonight in the final of the Commonwealth Games: 6th in 50.14.

The wise old man in me can take stock of this experience, put it in context and move on, or build from it, or turn it into some kind of a positive. But the fact is I didn't run nearly as fast as I wanted to and was ready to, and that just plain hurts.

The hard and slightly confusing thing is that I just felt so damn good. Everything just seemed to be falling into place as far as my training and my headspace was going, I'd run a great heat and recovered well, I warmed up really well and it was fantastic night for racing. So why, I ask myself, didn't I run well?

Technically, I probably went out too hard. I was in lane 8 and knew that if I had a chance at medals then I would need to take it out hard - I did this and maybe it was to the detriment of the last 100m, getting swamped after the 8th hurdle and taking an extra stride into the 10th hurdle. And realistically, I don't need much more than that as far as reasons go. I didn't pace the race well and paid for it. Period.

I guess the hard thing now it making sense of it all as far as the bigger picture goes. This was the time to run fast, and I didn't. Did I do something wrong with my preparations? Should I change my approach to training? Have I been working too much? Have I got my life-balance out of whack? Am I just getting too bloody old??? The answer is definitely a big fat "NO" to all these questions, but it's certainly hard to make that judgement when you've put sooooo much time and effort into something and it doesn't pay off. No doubt when I am back in Oz and thinking over the next stages of training and life I'll have these questions running through my mind like some of the annoying insects here in Delhi.

In the meantime, I've got the 4 x 400 relay to go still. I'm definitely running the heat tomorrow but I think I'll be dropped for the final. I would love so much to run in the final and maybe get some retribution for my hurdles disappointment, but I think I'll be watching on the sidelines as the boys hopefully get up for gold! That be the case, I do get a medal - just a bit later ;-)

Thanks so much for all the good wishes from back home, it's been so lovely having emails and facebook messages to know the great support I've had from everyone.

I'm not good with silly little statements about why things happen and how to make tonight a good thing, so i'll be concise in my summary...

It sucked arse, but I'm ok.

love bj

Wednesday, October 6, 2010


There is something about these villages that I cannot describe any better than pure magic.

It's not a esoteric thing, with some crazy witch magic from the locals, but it's certainly real and in my many years of racing, very rare.

You could chop it up into lots of things that make this place what it is... The culmination of years of training, the competition with some of the best athletes in the world in one place, the shared experience with some of your closest friends, the cultural diversity and amazing things you see in a different country, and fun you have making new friends and catching up with old ones. You can add these together and probably find some kind of a formula for what is felt here, but it doesn't seem right to break it down like this; almost sacrilegious.

I realise that some athletes don't look at things the same way as I do - each to their own, as they say. But getting infected by the positivity and energy around the village here is hard to avoid. Even outside your own country, there is a respect and a understanding of the training and level of excellence required to be here. This carries over to solid friendships and good banter and fun in the dining hall and around the village. I've also been hanging out with Steve a lot and he seems to bloody know everyone so that helps with meeting new peeps!

As far as my person feelings are going to the hurdles, I really don't blow my lid too much with how I am feeling, but I am feeling amazing. I have been doing sessions that have been surprising even myself over hurdles, and I can't even start to explain how much confidence it is giving me. I'm certainly not going to go on about it, but yeah. Feeling fairly damn good about this weekend.

There is really not much chance to get too involved in my own head over here. We have an awesome apartment (we have been decorating the past couple of days), there is always training to be done, and I have been hanging out with lost of people from different sports and countries, which has been great. I only with I could I live like this all the time!!

So that's pretty much up to date. Athletics starts in about an hour over here, and my training partner Mel Breen is on tonight... Very exciting. I've got a couple of quiet days before Sat so will do minimal training and try and stay off the legs in the meantime.

love from my warm balcony in Delhi ;-)


Friday, October 1, 2010

NEW Delhi!

We are told that there are certain things we can't say on blogs, so I can't tell you that the village is shit or that I hate my roommate Steven Hooker, or post any photos of other people - so the photo of the mens 4 x 400 relay team running naked round the village is also taboo. 

Luckily there is nothing like that to report or post. The village is great and I am having a great time ;-)

Obviously it's damn hot, but I have seemed to adapt from the freezing clutches of a fast approaching English autumn to Indian heat pretty well. I can't enough of this hot weather! We are nice and cool at night and comfortable. 

Had an amazing training session today over hurdles, and with another one tomorrow planned. Very social atmosphere and I'm very excited about the next two weeks... 

More when I can ;-)