Lol B2B...yes, this is a beginners thread! We're just beginning different journeys than we were a while back. 5 ks including the wonderful Parkrun, 10ks, 10 miles, half maras, marathons and even ultras. There's something for everyone on here.
That's the spirit Robert. I really enjoy running in the rain (to a point!). It's refreshing and gives you such satisfaction when you're done.
B2B, I think the only way to do it would be to run the extra miles first, there's no way I could run through the finish and keep going! I will stick to the mara and look for an ultra on another date. The plan is to run one during my 40th year so I may try to find something during a school holiday as this would make things easier for us with the kids.
You'll get there Robert. I lost a lot of weight cycling before taking up running and have used this thread and the people who post here as inspiration and motivation. Enjoy the 5k!
5k handicap run with the club tonight. A decent turn out (around 15 runners?) in damp but decent running conditions. The first runner set off with an 4+ minute head start over the second. They in turn had 4 minutes on Mrs JR who had around 40-50 seconds head start on me. This went on until finally the fastest runner started. I had someone to run with tonight which helped and we had a real race from start to finish, running side by side until the final 50 metres!
The first lap of three went ok, I concentrated on keeping my pace around the target 7:25 mark, tried to run my own race and forget those in front of me as there was plenty of time to catch them. I wasn't really feeling it tonight and found the pace quite tough to maintain. If I didn't have someone alongside me I maybe wouldn't have had it in me to keep it going. At the start of lap 2 we passed the time keepers who clearly sensed a race developing and we now had Mrs JR in our sights. The hill on lap two was an absolute bastard (excuse my French). My breathing was all over the place, my legs felt like fast setting concrete and the urge to quit was strong. My running partner was starting to move away from me and I had to dig deep to stay with her, trying to tell myself that if I could stay with her she would drag me along to a pb. Starting the 3rd and final lap we had caught up with Mrs JR who must have heard my laboured breathing as she immediately upped the pace. I let her go but didn't have to wait long and at the bottom of the hill overtook her but really wanted to stay with her as I was finding the pace really hard to stick with by now.
The hill (part 3) was awful. I must have sounded bloody dreadful going up the hill, all arms and heavy legs. I made an effort to move away from my rival as we overtook another runner, the first starter now in sight too. As I made the effort she simply cruised back alongside me, as if telling me she was still there and not going away. All of a sudden she seemed to make a break for it, although it may have just been me slowing down at the top of the hill! I had to really dig in now, even thinking about the night Jo Pavey refused to let those Kenyans go away from her. I told myself I may never get the chance to win another race and to hang in there.
As we rounded the turn at the top of the hill, the short downhill giving some respite, we entered the last half mile stretch. It was here I made my move, upping the pace slightly. Unfortunately for me, my running partner simply cruised back alongside me again. I regained my composure and tried to relax before making another effort. Another effort, same result. There seemed no chance for me. Those two efforts really took it out of me and I could only hope I wasn't alone. The last 1/4 mile was all sub 7 pace, the final 150 odd metres at 4:30 pace. (How the hell do pro's run that pace for miles on end?). The final effort finally saw me move away and I had at long last managed to lose my rival.
I crossed the finish line absolutely shot to pieces. My legs were like jelly, I could have thrown up and I could hardly get my breath. My time of 23:06 (unconfirmed) was 2 seconds slower than last month but this felt harder. It's the first time i've stood on a starting line with someone and raced them start to finish. If anything, it proved to me that the body goes way further than your mind and after running a very comfortable 10 miles for the last few Sundays proved the Ghost Runner right. It's not the distance but the pace that kills. That run really hurt.
I'm so glad I pushed myself. I'm really confident I can go under 23 minu