Posted: 19/07/2015 at 21:46
Dean, just watched the race. What a finish! Can't argue with that sort of pace at the end, and it must set you up very nicely indeed for the worlds.
It was PC2 who pipped your clubmates. It was your clubmate who was the youngster who fell, I believe.
Another cheeky race today, the Frome 10k. I was back there anyway to see my parents at quite short notice, and to visit my grandmother in hospital, and my Dad mentioned that it was the half marathon/10k weekend. These are pretty damn hilly races, so didn't think I could get away with the half, which I've done a couple of times, and still recover for upcoming races, but was tempted by the 10k, where the course record is 34:50ish, and which I was confident I could break without going all out, and get my long awaited first win of the year.
That was until I saw the entry list. Knew I couldn't win it without a huge effort, so decided to run at about 90% and just enjoy it.
Lined up in the second row behind a fat bloke. Standing next to me, also behind a fat bloke, is GB international Frank Tickner (fortunately doing the half). Said fat bloke had better have an electric start.
Start is a bit of a cavalry charge, with all kinds of randomers getting overexcited and haring off. I start off steadily and pick my way through for the first mile or two of flattish/ downhill that merely serves to highlight what is to come, i.e. a big old hill to the halfway point (then an extra short steep bit, just for giggles). I'm shafted by the time I get to the top of that (17:12 at 5k), and not really certain where I am in the race, cos there is a 5k/10k/half all starting together, but I'm in 2nd at best.
Round an estate, and I've recovered from the hill and back in cruising mode as the half/10k separate. I can see a 10k guy ahead, but it's a big margin, and I'm not going to muller myself giving chase. Steep downhill into town centre then the uphill drag to the finish line at the football ground, a few hundred metres down the road from where I grew up. Not sure what the time is, as my watch has run out of juice, but round the corner and cross in 34:27. See two blokes with 10k numbers standing there, clearly I'm 3rd.
That's ok for a hilly 10k where, whilst I was more letting it flow however I felt than pushing it. I reckon the course is worth at least a minute, so pretty reasonable, and legs are sprightly afterwards, which was the main aim. My prize was two crisp fivers, my first ever cash prize. Only a £2 net loss, yay!