Thanks Debra; got the needle and thread out instead of the iron so I can return to anonymity after the event.
You are getting some great miles in - last week I did a grand total of 14 miles on my much reduced regime, but my hamstrings loved it. I was on mapometer earlier also discovering that my intended 13 miler last Sunday was only 10. Corrected that today by running 14 on The Wirral Way. I was out in shorts and t-shirt, walkers were all wrapped up, even other runners were in tights and multiple layers. I averaged 12 minute miles - was deliberately trying to be slow - feel a lot better going off-road.
Thanks for the pointer SD - that'll be like fallling out of bed for me . See you at the Hilton Terry? And yes, I'm planning to do the breakfast at the Mugg&Bean and have purchased my ticket for the after party down th'road. I am flying out that afternoon but should have space for lunch at least!
Will do Terry, that should work well for you its nice and flat!
In my dialogue with Comrades central to cancel my tour I thought I would pitch in that we'd made our patch just to make sure all was OK, they were fine with it, in fact I am posting one to my contact they liked it so much!
I was messing around with pace on my last run especially on the downhill bits and was quite surprised at what a battering you can take if you are too confident. On the flip side there was this threshold for me where the impact dropped right off, it was at pretty slow pace, but its around that mark that I was churning out the miles last year anyway.
So after 5:30pm on 29th will we all be at a loose end? Ejected from the Sahara Stadium and sent back to our hotels? Are we going to attempt to meet up anywhere to celebrate that evening? Or is that an unreasonable expectation given the exertions of the day?
By the time I arrived last year they were sold out of beers . Not that I could stomach one, remember getting some stew and just staring at it.I recall being told to head for the bus back to Durban as if it was really urgent. After being misdirected several times and fretting that I would be abandoned in PM I ended up queuing for an hour and a half until I got on a bus and then another hour on the bus without it going anywhere. As I climbed on the bus and people were showing their wrist bands - I had this Noooo! Moment where in my mind's eye I could visualise the band on the occasional table back at my hotel. Thankfully the driver was so tired of the affair I don't even think he was checking what was on people's wrists, I just smiled as I walked past and wasn't thrown off. Then I sat down next to someone who had missed cut-off by 2 minutes, quite difficult to stay positive in those circumstances. Cripes all that sounds rather glum - I was actually ecstatic at having conquered the up run .