The Cambridge HM is mass participation, and lacks generous prizes, yet it's easy to start at the front. So there is a big field, but not many quick ones at all. And lo!, a runner in his declining years like me can be flattered this year with a 10th place out of 3600 as a result...
Came home on 'emergency' bike I leave stashed at work, to give the poor cranky legs a rest. Nice tailwind.
Well done Jools! I don't think I've ever done an official 8K...
PP Good point on the hills -- I've not done any since Snowdonia.
Padams -- nice "accelerator" formula there.
I did 5.5M with a heavy rucksack to work yesterday (laptop transport), then 8M steady on the way home. Nothing excessive, but my legs felt incredibly cranky and ploddish this morning (5.5M at nearly 9m/M) -- not sure what I've done to myself but I'll take a day or two off now. Maybe there was some fallout from my half on Sunday and plyometrics on Tues, maybe I should have followed TR's advice and had more downtime after Snowdonia, or maybe I'm just getting old. Seems a bit odd though. I hardly feel I've done enough to be overtrained.
But those who can't perform... concentrate on toys instead. I've got a new running phone to replace the minuscule but unreliable "ar$ephone", in the form of a credit-card sized, 4.5mm thick, 28g AIEK Mini M5 "CardPhone". This was a huge investment at £13 inc P&P on eBay. It is much more usable as a phone (or was once I figured out how to get it in English instead of Arabic) -- a loud ring (and vibrate) so I might actually hear the Mrs call me, the battery is going strong overnight, and it can even work with a taxi driver style Bluetooth headset (which I use sometimes when commuting) for hands-free when-I'll-be-home negotiations on the hoof.
I really didn't have any DOMS from my half, so yesterday morning I did 10 sets of plyometric hops, bounds, jumps and sprints en route to work, which I'd neglected for weeks. And a run home via the pub (unusually for a school night) to catch up with some old muckers. Now today... I *am* a bit DOMSd, from the "hopscotch" yesterday morning. 19M done on the Brompton though -- took car in for service, cycled to work, power out due to the wind, rode around a bit in case it came back, it hadn't, rode home to work instead.
Quality mile reps in the wind PP, especially so soon after your race.
PP -- I can't believe you sullied a brand new England vest with all that nasty mud.
Many happy returns Padams! (And yes, definitely an MV35 category in some masters events, but those half-decade ones aren't so great -- I've not capitalised on being a young V45 too well myself, and that's relatively mainstream as a category...)
Solid stuff bains & Jools.
My legs aren't really DOMSd at all today, which is heartening -- either it's just saving itself for tomorrow, or I really wasn't taking it too seriously. The legs did feel a bit done in at the end though; I passed up the offer of a cool-down with marathon-training teammates, reckoning that as I'm not in marathon training myself, it would do more harm than good to add some junk miles on fried calves.
CD -- this wasn't a day to be alone in the wind! Well done on vet honours.
Dan -- nice one, not many do a marathon off the cuff, and that's a fine performance with the wind and hills.
St Neots half for me today. I promised myself I'd not put myself in the hurt box, as I could do with a little break between Snowdonia (legs still a bit tardy from that) and the start of my VLM campaign around Xmas. But I did ramp up the effort between mile 2 & 3, to ensure I'd not be alone for the massive (gusting 40 mph) headwind for a mile after that. And then from 11M I ran hard too, scooping a few places but then being splendidly humiliated by a chap I know who not only out-sprinted me with ease, but then ran backwards over the line, whooping up the crowd while beckoning me on. He's a showboating specialist A rather uninspiring 1:21 for me today. 5 mins slower than last year in fact (no autumn marathon then though), but a team prize at least.
SC2 -- I identified the massage corner in the very noisy sports hall, but wasn't brave enough to shout your name, and didn't spot a likely suspect in charge of a blonde child!