Ilmington is a genteel Cotswold village just 8 miles south of Stratford upon Avon, it has a population of about 800 and is the highest village in Warwickshire (according to an AA guidebook). On 5 Sundays during the winter months runners gather at the sports club on the outskirts of the village to run for sausages! (Meat sausages from a local butcher, flavours vary, this time it was: pork, asparagus and Stilton; and Cumberland and sage. Veggie and vegan ones also available). The race is 10k and the route takes you through the village with its picturesque Cotswolds stone church and cottages.
It also takes you up a hill. On this occasion we went clockwise, up Campden/Nebsworth Hill and down Larkstoke (sometimes it goes the other way). 132m of up over 2.5kms with an average gradient of 5.2 percent, (steepest bit is 14.5 percent). Then 153m of down over 2kms, average gradient 7.5 percent (steepest is 14.3 percent). The views are amazing and yesterday we had blue skies!
TailChaser was keen so added an extra 30 mins of running before the start. Katnap and I just had a gentle stroll from the car park to the start so I could collect my bib (having not run the 1st of the series). There we met Time_Lord who managed not to get lost in the space-time continuum on her journey from home (I’ll leave them to tell their stories in the comments).
The fastest of the 348 runners was back in 35 minutes. My fellow HUVRBs all finished before me as I took 1 hour 24 mins. There were 17 runners behind me with the last one coming in a 1 hour 44 mins. According to my Strava I got a PB for this route (knocking 30 seconds of my best time) as I have run it twice before. Amazing given I wasn’t really trying, I was more concerned with making sure I did not aggravate the sore shins and calves from the recent ‘shoe related’ injury. Tailchaser reminded me we do a Half Marathon in a fortnight (scary stuff) so it was important to focus on staying sound. I was also pleased that my time, if I can sustain it over 21.1 kms, will get me home in under 3 hours, and given I am assured there are no hills in Bordeaux, I’m keeping my fingers crossed.