Well, the Doc inspired me to write a little story on probably the dumbest thing I have done before a race, pretty sure it would of won the rubber chicken award for the week
So, rewind a few years to Jan 2008, I am down in Wanaka to compete in my second long distance race. The previous year I competed in Taupo and had a massage a few days before the race by a really nice Maori lady called Dot, she didnt rub very hard, but my arms and back felt great for the swim.
So I decided that again I would get a massage before the race, I couldnt find anyone on the thursday before the saturday race, but settled on a appointment on friday afternoon. No problems I thought.
So go there Friday arvo, tell the lady what I want, a light fllush in the arms. I get the top off and lie down. She starts off, slowly increasing the intensity as we make small talk. I am starting to feel a little concerned as she is rubbing pretty hard, but nah, It must be good for me, she then gets stuck into the back, I didnt even ask for that. She tells me she has to, otherwise I will be all unbalanced. Then back into the arms, working pretty solid, I am wondering if I should say something, I dont, I am too chicken…
Finally its all over, my arms are already feeling a little beaten, No worries I think to my self, I will be ok in the morning.
Race morning dawns, wake up, get out of bed, ouch – f#%# I think to my self, my arms are wrecked. They felt like a train ran over them, fortunately the back is ok.
Times ticks on and in no time I am in the water warming up, oh no, arms are stiff. I try to keep postive and think they will loosen off once the gun goes off.
Race starts, we are off, I am sitting reasonably comfy for the first 400m in the first group, then the arms start getting really sore and stiff, next thing I know I am off the back and cursing my decision of 12hrs earlier. So I tell myself, well you cant swim hard since your arms are wrecked so you will be saving energy for later in the race, I kept telling my self that, and I think I ended up about 2min down on the guys I would normally swim with.
Thank god I didnt let her loose on my legs, the rest of the day went pretty good until the 25k mark of the run, where I exploded but still managed a PB
So, that was a good lesson for me. Every time I have done IMNZ since I always get Dot to give me a massage two days before and feel better for it. No deep tissue torture, just gentle pressure in the right places. To bad she dosent live in Cambridge.