I'm a back-of-the-packer and pretty rubbish this year, concentrating on getting the races under my belt, enjoying them and trying my best not to come last. I was 30 seconds a kilometre faster the weekend before at Swallowfield, a less dramatically hilly race, I hope to be 45 seconds to a minute a kilometre faster in a totally flat race this weekend.
Highclere wasn't my worst time of the season, Toad Hall won that accolade, that was hot as well as hilly and I hadn't run much at all. My best time so far was in the flat and familiar Town & Gown. I ran that about 7 minutes faster than Highclere.
It would be fair to say that my times vary by about 15 minutes for the 10K across the season depending on the weather, the profile of the race and simply how tired I am. Often a worse time actually requires a good deal more effort!
Tired, grumpy and no good for anything sums me up this morning, and that's after an egg on toast! My weight is creeping down though, despite no major effort. Probably because I'm eating normally instead of wolfing buffets and takeaways. I think I eat less when the sun shines too, which bodes well for the next week.
Yeah, I've gone quiet because I've been basically rubbish. Family member died so I was left alone with the fridge and childcare duties while my other half went away to sort the arrangements. On a positive note, since the funeral I've stopped drinking in a bid to outlive my mother in law and I'm running the Toad Hall 10K on Sunday. I'll take it slowly and hope it isn't too hot, it's too late to actively train.