Good Afternoon L&G
Steyning Stinger Marathon
As I was driving yesterday morning I summed up the sort of runner I am. Slow and lethargic were the obvious first answers that squirmed out, but then I realised what I really was. With only six runs this year, and two of them being marathons, I'm nothing more than a "glory" runner. I'm only doing it for the satisfaction of finishing as many marathons as I can.
It begs the question why don't I choose nice flat road marathons instead of these stupid, bust your body up trials of attrition. Steyning Stinger, well it doesn't keep the beast hidden from you. Probably joint second in the hardest marathon category with the South Downs. The Greensands Trionium nonsense in October should have had a government health warning on it.
There were four official "stings". I counted at least 7. On the start line the elasticated belt bag which held my keys and blocs round my waist snapped. Great. So I put the small bag in my pocket. Concerned that the bag may fall out I then tied the band to the top of my shorts. That wasn't good, the bag kept falling out. So I had to hold it with a bottle in the other hand. I looked like the village idiot with his colostomy bag in his hand.
It was also cold and a bitter east wind on the exposed hills. Still it was less cold than the Heartbreaker last weekend where the marshals were concerned about runner hypothermia.
Finished a little over 5 hours this time.
Next, New Forest 50k on Sunday..
