It's been a while since I've sat and had a good catch up on posts and it's been lovely to read them too So here's my addition. Bit of a long one I'm afraid so you have been forewarned!
My morning started reasonably early and I set off for my run after checking out the route before leaving. Last run of 15k plus 10% so changed the middle section of the route to cater for that. The first 10k went well and I did it in about 1hr 5 mins so was pleased with that. Had to stop a couple of times to don raincoat and then doff it again as the promised rain materialised and then dematerialised. Was happy with that though as I really don't like wearing it as I get far too hot! Apart from the stinger hill at the start it was a nice undulating route and very pleasant it was too. It was really nice to take a new route and I ran past the farm where the starlings come in their thousands over the winter, on past the Bulkeley Monument and into the next village. Skirted around the edge of that and turned the corner into an incredibly strong headwind. Still smiling to myself I was thinking how apt that this was where they had the old windmills. Off into my little world of daydream and pumping my legs hard as the wind got stronger and more gusty. Blimey! This was tough going. At some points I felt like I was barely moving. No wonder all the sheep and cattle were huddling into the walls! And for 2.5k there was absolutely no shelter from the wind. Finally reached an area of hedgerows where I even saw a couple of goldcrests darting about the trees which was absolutely wonderful and at least there was some respite and a nice little gentle downhill slope to ease the legs. And that's where it all went downhill. In more ways than one!
I really thought I had prepared my mental map for this run but it seems I was wrong! Came to the junction and thought 'Oh this is where I turn left' 'Damn! The signpost says Beaumaris and I've just come from that direction, oh well it must be right and then first left' So off I went. I really should have trusted that first instinct! The road wasn't a bad one to run but it was mainly through open fields so the wind was still whistling through. Not so bad though as it was more of a side wind than full frontal and again was made much easier by the gentle downward trend. But.... as I ran further I realised that there was going to be no left turn and with horror the realisation dawned on me that I was going to come out much further from home than I had ever intended! Oh well, not to worry, I'm supposed to be training for a walking marathon with my daughter so I could always walk the last bit. Oh, so you really think so do you!? Who am I kidding? Walk when I can run?? Stupid bloody minded woman that I am! And the upshot of it was that I came out on the very main road that I have been studiously avoiding as it's really horrible. Busy, with no pavements. Thankfully, being Sunday it wasn't as busy as it could have been. And I ran up the hill, past the burnt out garage (wow! that really was a bad fire!) and yep, you've guessed it straight into the wind again. And that road just seemed to go on and on and on. And the wind was gusting all over the place so every time a car went past I had to jump into the verge for fear of getting blown into it's path. I finally made it to a point where there was a footpath into the fields that lead to the back of my house and I have never felt so grateful!
Got home. Remapped my actual run. 23k! In 2 hrs 43 mins. I was astounded to discover that was a pace of 7:07. That has to be the hardest run I've ever done! And I'm just wondering how well my body will feel tomorrow
Oh, and by the way, just for the record.... I really don't recommend upping your distance by that much in one go! But on the other hand I do feel immense satisfaction at having achieved it Let's see if I still feel like that tomorrow