I've spent this afternoon pondering how to describe this run. My local half marathon...what could possibly go wrong?
8 weeks of training...hill runs...interval sessions...long runs...I am all over it!
2 weeks to go....bad pain round knee caps. RICE it...test them out on a 15k....yeah still hurting....back off and rest...
Trouble is I'm so damn single minded. Its like tunnel vision when it comes to a race....
Anyhow fast track to the day..up at 7am...porridge and bananas done. Slow run from the girlfriends house to the park where the start is and the buzz is amazing.
Over a thousand people. All different shapes sizes and colours. Everyone I speak to has a smile..even the lady who had 10 pees as she was so nervous π€£
Ok ..the course itself was pretty hard. Steady hills followed by more hills...then throw in some more. I'm not talking Snowdonia type hills...just the ones that wear away at your stamina as they keep coming...gently and deceptively.
Throw in some unexpected sun and your chugging away at nailing your 5k targets...it can hit you later on like a punch from Mike Tyson...
The route is lovely..its scenic..it runs you through all the villages outside of leamington. When i run through these places it made me appreciate what a wonderful and scenic place I live in.
Trouble is I'm so F@@king self competative...at 15k I should have backed off in the heat...but no...I keep my pace...16k...water and gel...17k...glutes start playing up BUT I'm on this...I'm close to my first HM time...18k...I just dont care anymore...19k fecking wheels fell off...
Not quite sure what happened after that but I fell over the line with an amazing bunch of supporters cheering all the runners on.
It's hard this half marathon stuff. I hit a PB. I'm happy with that. I wont stop at trying to take chunks off it either.
When I look back...I enjoyed the Saturday PR with some crazy peeps and happy doggie more...you know who you are
Attached is a picture of a dying man doing a 1:56 HM...