Morning.
Thank you for the thoughts.
Alehouse - good news.
Blisters - enjoy.
Disappointed with my race, even though I knew I wasn't in race shape and it was very muddy and ankle deep in water in places so not a fast course for some reason I still hope for a miracle! Knew I was in trouble as I ran 3.5 miles to the start, HR was at the top of Z2 despite me being very comfortable and chatting. Start of the race was very congested and it was a couple of hundred metres (once the people who had started too near the front hit the first real puddles and stopped to walk round them!) before the congestion eased. Loads of my club running and despite my never going they were very supportive as I was wearing the vest. Settled down to work hard knowing that it was slow. Somewhere in the second mile my right calf went very tight and wooden, it felt as though it was going to pop and when my left one joined in and I saw that my HR was 170 and I was just scraping under 8 min/miles I came the closest I ever have to a voluntary DNF, just wasn't sure it was worth the risk just to get some miles and record a slow 10k but stubbornness took over and I tried to relax and just run through it. I decided that even if I had to ease off and jog it in I would still have the miles in my legs and wouldn't have set a precedent for myself by quitting. The legs eased after a mile or so and I was running better but still slowly for the effort level. It was a three lap course and I just made it across the start line as the winner hit the finish line - a small victory in not being lapped. The endurance kicked in here and I began to close on the people in front of me, picking off quite a few including three clubmates who had gone past me in the second lap. I seemed to move past and hold my own quite strongly though a few middle aged men put on a huge sprint to overtake me about 50m out - including one clubmate - and I had nothing to respond with. Crossed the line in a disappointing 49.12 (Garmin time). Took a while and a few puffs of the faithful inhaler to get my breath back then bimbled the short way home for a total of 11 miles. AHR 172 MHR 181 (184 is the highest I have ever seen).
What: hopefully a bike ride if the fog lifts
Why: haven't ridden long this week
Last hard: last night was much harder than it should have been
Last rest: 11/6
Lyrics - vaguely familiar but no.