I've never posted a race account - lack of confidence I suppose- who would be interested in my running??? But here we go.....
After a big psychological boost at Chester, albeit, getting number 3 goal only and still fading towards the end, I was really, really looking forward to Snowdon, despite legs feeling very tired.The very few miles I'd done in between were a warning not to expect too much of such a challenge, but as the days drew closer, there was a vicious rumour circulating that the weather was going to be......dry!
Morning came, cold, crisp but with some ominous clouds, but I ditched the " waterproof" for a thick top to don on top of my Chester top. By the time I'd got to the excitement of the start, I was too warm. The race started and I promised myself, I was going to try to stick to a steady 10 minute miling. Got to the top of Pen y Pass feeling very comfortable, and could see the first guys going down the track- too far away to make out details. Grinned all the way down to the bottom, onto the track- the off road bits, I really love, then started chatting to a guy who wanted to stick to same timescale, so we ran together, through Beddgelert, encouraging each other up to Rhyd du. I lost him at a drink station - I had my Camelback, so hope he did ok. Main thing was I forced myself to remember my nutrition of choice. It had all been planned. Cherry jam and crunchy peanut butter sandwiches, cut into tiny fingers - 1 at 7, 10, 14, 18. + a marmite sandwich, in case I felt sick, to supplement. Not many people's choice, but hey, I hate gels.
My husband, sister and friend surprised me at mile 18 and the photos they took do indeed show me looking very cheery and still running strong. OH nearly missed me as he was too busy talking to his new 'best friend', Gary Cooper (played for ManU in 90s??).
I planned on dumping my top +camelback at Waun Fawr with my family after taking my new secret weapon... SIS gel with caffeine- thought being that every other marathon I'd done, I fluffed at 20 ish, either vomiting, feeling faint etc. Reasons varied from too many to no gels/ not enough nutrition, so hoped my stomach would tolerate just one. Family not there so kept gear on, I still felt absolutely great, but did walk a bit of hill, (bit disappointed as I'd run all the way the year before, but my calves felt as if they were going to cramp).I turned around to ease them, and was amazed by the view of Anglesey. Anyway I got to the top and my time was looking ok.
I reached the point when you started the descent and actually said out loud "this is what I've run all this way for!" I started to speed up and a guy in front actually had his dog on an extender lead, right across the path!!! I couldn't have stopped but he yanked him in in time. I absolutely, bloody love that descent, - when you get to the tarmac, and just know you couldn't stop, it reminds me of being a child!
I got to the bottom and my calf was starting to cramp again, (I was actually listening to House of Pain) but NOTHING was going to stop me running along the High St where my family were screaming me in. The Finish! My Garmin said 4:31, (?) my TDL time 4:33 and THIRD in category - see... you only have to be old and you can get a result.
I loved it - the very best race in the UK, and most important to me, finally, after 9 goes, I actually think I got my nutrition right. Wish I could run this every week. Xxxx