Posted: 14/07/2016 at 23:06
Too quiet maybe? Who fancies a race report?
Yateley 10K - a midweek fastish 10k race series that I've run 8 times previously. I've won it twice, come second three times and third twice, so usually in amongst it somewhere. I even won the series in 2013.
The hope tonight was to sneak under 33. My fastest here has been 33:15, which I've run twice, but I seem to be in good shape. However, my warm-up was a bit of an eye-opener, as I felt very heavy legged and a bit rough.
On the start line, I somehow managed to stop my Garmin rather than start it. By the time I looked at it after a mile, it had merrily reverted to showing me the time of day, which was no f***ing use at all. This meant I had no idea what time I'd run for some time after I'd finished. However, that did leave the way clear to just run it to feel.
Few local faces there. From the start I'm back in 5th or so. My clubmate (PB about 34:30) always starts at a comically suicidal pace, and on this occasion he is leading out a local chap who has a sub-30 PB. Good one.
As the first mile ticks by, I move past my clubmate, gently pointing out the error of his ways with a hint of fatherly affection as I do so. Leader is cruising away to a sizeable gap, annoyingly still wearing the t-shirt he must have warmed up in, and behind him it's a group of three or four, including one Datchet, one Basingstoke and my good self. Datchet opens up a few metres lead, but it's not a big gap, and we pull it back. I hit the front of the group at the top of the hill (about 3km) and try to plough on fast but relaxed.
Leader is well and truly gone. I'm at the front, of the next group, so I can't entirely see, but I think the group is down to Basingstoke and me by the time we get to the water station at halfway. At this point, my stomach is feeling very tight and unpleasant (as it did on the warm-up), but my legs feel strong, which is a strange combination.
As we head towards 6km, I try to get a gap with a subtle change in pace, but Basingstoke hangs onto the back of me. I try to do the same at 7km, but again he is able to keep with me. However, as we approach 8km I can sense he is hanging on, and another push opens up a gap. The gap seems to grow quite quickly now, and I am able to relax enough to eye up a young lady at a water station, and also risk a look over my shoulder. Gap looks big enough to secure 2nd, and so it proves as I cross the line with about 12 seconds over 3rd.
Neither him nor I have managed to properly time our runs, and the usual race clock is not at the finish line, so time is all a bit of a mystery, but pleased with 33:10 when it is texted to me. If my watch had worked, I may have been able to slip under 33 if I'd have known how close I was. Not entirely sure I was operating at 100% either, given how dodgy I felt before and during. So a decent night's work.