This will most probably be a long read as usual, so apologies for that… Also, as usual I am writing this late. I am a very slow writer and am forever changing words to try and make them make sense and flow together, I am also having a celebrity drink or two whilst listening to Hans Simmer through my headphones (I tried The Beatles first but it was a bit much). This report will take a few hours to write and I will be finished quite a bit passed midnight. I am off tomorrow, so it isn’t too bad.
This may well be my penultimate run of the year and potentially one where I could top of the year and finish with a personal best or two. It was my 4th 10 Miler of the year, the run last run will be a three quarter marathon next Sunday 2nd October.
The run itself is from the Sligo Rugby Club in Strandhill and finishes at Rosses Point, it is a nice small trip for me for a change, the only potential challenge was getting back to the car after the run. The great thing was that my wife volunteered to take me to the start and be there at the end to cheer me on.
The start time of the run was at 10:30, I was dropped off at the rugby club at 9:30, I always like to have time to visit the loo, walk around and warm up etc. The rugby club has a dual function, it is a rugby club with a pitch and changing rooms and it is also a bar / night club. I thought the night club had been closed a long time ago, but my wife told me that it was still being used for the odd occasion and teenage discos.
It was my second ever visit to the place, the first one was way way back New Years Eve 1989 when I flew over from Stanstead Airport to visit my future parent in laws as my wife and I were going to be married eleven months later November. Yup I feel old now… I have to say that the place looked like it had never been used since as it certainly looked like it was last decorated or had seen a lick of paint since 1972.. No wonder why I thought it was long gone. It was also the first run I had been to where there were no portable toilets, there was only 1 cubicle for the men and this time it was us that had the long queue. The toilet itself was in a small shanty cubicle, no lock on the door, no toilet seat and a low wall for everyone to hear…. By far the worst setup I have ever seen.
Anyway, back to the run. The weather itself was a bit windy and showery which is meant to be preferable. I did a 1k warm up towards the beach and then turned back, I saw that there were a few cones lined up on the road and guessed that would be where the start would be. Back up to the club, took a few of my usual selfies, a visit the loo again and then we walked to the start. I got the NRC app to play another 10 mile run, I find these very good now especially since they have distance / or time included depending on what type of run you have chosen. I also for a change set my watch to distance and time, my last 10 miler was around 1hr 22, which was almost 3 minutes quicker than my previous pb, but I just thought I’ll try for 1hr 20 and see how I’d get on. I took a few pics of the crowd of fellow 350 runners, an awkward selfie and then we were off. I was roughly in the middle of the pack and didn’t hear the start but saw that the runners ahead had started, I quickly started the app tucked my phone into my shorts pressed start on the watch and I was off!
The start was a tiny bit congested until we passed the cones and then it wasn’t too bad and I was able to pass a few fellow runners if I felt brave enough, which I did. I have previously on a few occasions gone out all hell for leather and paid the price, panicking when I have seen the speed I was running thus freaking out on the inside and messing up my run all together. However, I didn’t this time because my watch only had a prediction of the time I would finish the run at and an animation of two runners, one in red and one in grey. I wasn’t too sure which one I was until a bit later on in the run but I had a fair idea that I was the red.
I started to pass a few runners, felt good and carried on passing, my previous few runs along with my marathon training plans have given me a bit more confidence and would hopefully pay off. The road from Strandhill is a fantastic road now, it was widened a good few years ago with wonderful scenic views of the Knocknarea mountain on the right and then the view of Coney Island (the one in America was named after it), Rosses Point and then the spectacular view of the Dartry Mountains where the iconic mountain of Benbulben resides, which also happens to be very close to where I live. The road is nice and straight, so I could see all the runners ahead of me. I’d say it stretched for about 400 meters ahead of me already, there was a bit of a gap and then a few flashing lights and I could just about make out a small crowd of the elite runners at the very front. I felt great for them, but I would never be in a position to be in that group, I am only a year and 2 months from graduating from c25k and am more than grateful with what I have done since then. I love running on my own but get a great buzz from running in events. I am only running for myself and for the experience and of course the bling. It gives me an opportunity to mark how far I have come since my 30 kilo weight loss the previous year. I also find that this is the best type of headspace for me, I know that I have said it a few times before, but for me personally it beats counselling any day and I feel that I am in a much better place than ever before. Enough about that and back to the run.
I could see that there were a few hills in the distance, I am getting used to them a bit at this stage and have learned to slow down a bit and wait for them to be over hoping for a bit of a descent on the other side, thankfully this was case most of the time here.
Also thankfully, my watch was still notifying me of the km distances and showing me the time for that km. I noticed that each one up to the 3km point was under 5 minutes and I could be in for a shot of a 5k personal best, and of course I went for it. I wasn’t sure if I achieved the pb when my watch buzzed at the 5k mark, dyslexia does that to you, I just cannot remember some things. I took screenshots of my pb’s before I set off to try to help me but it all just jumbles in the end. Anyway, the 5k pb has always been my nemesis, it’s a short run for me now but very tough to get a pb because you have to go all the way to the end at a fast uncomfortable consistent pace. BUT I felt great for the first 3k and thought why not? I suffered afterwards and slowed down a bit, I looked at the watch and the little red man was still ahead of the grey man and felt a bit better.
TBC