Lochaber is a nice course. Not pancake flat, gently undulating is an accurate describtion. It's an out an back route on generally straight roads. The roads aren't closed to traffic but that's not a major problem. It's generally a small field, about 370 runners. I was relaxed in the build up to it, training had gone fairly well (apart from the snow), I knew a sub 3 attempt wasn't a possibility, training had suggested that an MP of 7:00mm might be possible and hence the target was set at 3:10, to run well and to enjoy the race. The low key start went entirely as expected and we quickly were off, over the shinty pitch and out into the housing estate. With such a small field there is no bunching and hold-ups, you can easily settle into your own pace and run your own race. After a mile I must have been mid-field (about 200th position) before things settled into a rhythm and I then started to coast past people, no rush, no acceleration just a gentle cruise up to behind them, step out, go past then step back in. No breaking of stride or expenditure of extra effort. At about mile seven I passed a group of four and one came with me, we got chatting and settled into a very steady routine of catching and passing others. And this continued in that gently way until mile 21 when my stomach cramped and I knew I wouldn't make it to the end without a comfort break, fortunately I was able to select the moment and maintain some dignity, although I lost about 90 seconds and half a dozen places. But back out and into the routine again. Although I was now running on my own, I settled back into the pace and started working my way back towards the runners who had passed. A few sips of water then destroyed my resurgance as almost immediately upon drinking my stomach did some back flips and pit stop no 2 was called for. Back out again and onto pace, but only lasted another mile before the legs started going. The stomach wasn't settled and I couldn't risk any more water nerver mind gels or lucozade. Into miles 25 & 26 and it was into the hurt zone big time, the wind and rain picked up and I just wanted things to finish, cursed myself for choosing to run and vowed never to do another marathon again. One runner came past and I couldn't stay with him, then an older guy came, offered a few words and I tucked in behind him and dug deep, very deep. No one else passed and we even caught a couple of others who were in difficulties also. Once we were over the last two uphill ramps I could relax and knew I would make it to the finish, but the legs still hurt. Over the line and I could stop, found a clear spot of ground and sat down, grateful for the relief. A stuttering, staggering walk back across the shinty pitch and into the changing rooms wasn't unexpected. What was unexpected was the spasms that my hamstrings/glutes suffered after a shower. Half a dozen attacks that lasted for a few minutes each (it felt longer) that left me cringing in pain, unable to speak and thinking that it wasn't as painful out on the course. A day after the race I'm still not sure what caused the cramps, probably exhaustion, digging too deep and a touch of dehydration, hopefully I'll never experience their likes again. The stomach issues I think are down to the temperature on the day and inappropriate clothing. Normally I race marathons in just a racing vest, this time I wore a long sleeved base layer and a racing vest on top, it possibly wasn't enough. The temperature was about 8 degrees but there was a wind chill as well, during the race I put my sleeves up and down half a dozen times, I prefer to run with the sleeves up but at stages my arms got too cold, hence the sleeves came back down. I reckon these cold spells hit me in the stomach without me noticing. Now, do I stick with my vow or start training to do it again next year? Editted for carp formatting |