I started this training plan for the Cambridge HM which is usually in March, When that got cancelled I decided to keep the training going, and do a virtual...then the Cambridge challenge was announced...as many KM as you can manage during March including a HM - that'll do nicely...
The journey to here hasn't been without a few stumbling blocks... a nasty fall in December that sent me to hospital to have my face glued, and strained muscles in my chest - cue two weeks off. My Garmin went bonkers and had me running at very very slow speeds to try and keep within the HR zones, I can tell you that if you run very slowly for enough miles it's really hard to pick up any speed when you want to...then a pretty bad reaction to the Covid vaccine triggered my radiotherapy fatigue which had all but disappeared, and my Meniere's disease, three full-blown vertigo attacks in two days meant more setbacks to the plan...
Anyway, finally I finished the plan and ran my virtual HM yesterday. I was up early and very nervous. I set off slowly, thinking I didn't want to wear myself out, and could always speed up a bit later (ha ha!) The first 10K went really well, I was sailing along really enjoying myself, picking up a bit of speed with every KM. Then I turned the corner into Grantchester and the road surface changed. Well not exactly changed, more broke down completely....narrow, potholed pavements and fast cars, and I started to struggle... my legs were hurting by this time, not something I usually suffer with.
I clomped past Jeffrey Archers house, remembering to stick two fingers up as usual, then I actually got lost! I've run around there many times, but I think I've normally gone the other way round, and I just didn't recognise the tiny path down to the meadows...found it eventually... by this time I've got a voice in my head saying stop... stop...where did that come from? Is this what people call a gremlin? That's another first...
Eventually I did stop, at about 16K with the excuse of retying a shoelace, and I really wished I hadn't. I just couldn't get my rhythm going again. I had to walk some...turn the corner, and oh look! There's my street! I could just say that's enough for today and go home....No I couldn't, shut up Gremlin....so I kept on getting slower and slower and walking more and more...nearly there... that last KM was around the Common, the paths were all beautifully resurfaced last year so I managed a bit more running.
Then it was over! Not the total success I wished for, I had wanted to find it easy and it was anything but... I wanted to beat my HM last time of 3 hours, but I came in at 3 hours 16....not too bad really. I feel that the plan I followed really didn't prepare me for this distance, my longest run had been 12 K. C'est la vie, we live and learn don't we? I shall do a different plan next time. Will there be a next time? Oh yes....I'm entered into the Cambridge Half in October..