Sparkie's rundiary

Well, it wasn't high, it wasn't graceful, and it took 3 attempts, but I now have a proper Pole Vault PB. After about 30 minutes of drills at Homebush this morning, Jim put the bar up for a few people to practise clearances on. I asked sheepishly whether it was worth me having a go, and he said that it couldn't hurt.

First attempt - focused so much on the bar that the pole slipped out of my hands on the plant, and I went crashing into the mat. Second attempt - didn't even get my plant right and didn't bother jumping. By now I was a bit frustrated, and to be honest, a bit intimidated (even scared). With my heart racing I ran in a bit more quickly. Plant OK, I'm in the air. Looking ahead, I'm higher than the bar. Suddenly I'm over the bar, and still have my wits about me to push the pole backwards. Then I'm lying flat on the mat with a stupid grin on my face!

2.00 metres - with the emphasis on the zeros! An enormous 140 points - but I'll happily take them. With my hamstring still not right, I decided to quit while I was ahead and not try for a higher mark, but have already set my sights on clearing 3 metres by the end of the year. The stupid grin has not gone away, and remains as I type this.