Posted: Yesterday at 07:30
Scott and Westy take the Thread Hero crown for paced runs in those temps yesterday! I was hot sat in the office with all the windows open so can't imagine doing an LT run in it. Good job you'd had the haircut Westy. Scott, hope the interview goes well.
andrews, hope the 4 was more pleasant than you feared.
JR, I think the recovery refers more to pace than distance. Fergs probably, technically, did a GA run a little slower, but if you describe it as recovery it puts the pace in perspective a bit better. Nice extra 0.3 there.
Eggler, don't worry - those runs happen, especially in this weather. Keep plugging away and take stock a bit later on with a race a or two to see if you need to adjust your target. You'll probably find when the cooler weather arrives that you come to life again.
Right then, the double-race weekend:
Parte the Firste. Yorkshire Wolds Half Marathon.
An amusing and half-arsed effort to carb-load the night before (ok, it might be pointless for a half, but it's fun and can't do any harm!) led to an extremely sluggish reaction to the alarm at 6:30am, therefore didn't make it into the car until 7:30 to trek through the Saturday morning York traffic. To amuse ourselves, Mr Mad and I bickered about whether or not his sat nav was crap. I was right. Thank you, sensible race-organisers, for the clear printed instructions for reaching the showground.
9:00am. Wee'd in roadside cafe toilets.
9:10am. Discussed the absence of hills with Mr Mad, and decided it was going to be easy and the reviews were all totally dramatic and written by people who lived in East Yorkshire and had therefore never seen a hill in their life.
9:15am. Drove up big F-off hill to the showground.
9:20am. Wee'd in portaloo at showground, after chatting to some friendly people in the queue who wanted to know where the heck Evenwood was.
9:50am. Start line. Decided needed a wee. Did not go. Friendly banter with more people. 'Where on earth is Evenwood'?? Spotted one other person from a vaguely local club, and decided to stand next to him to avoid any more quizzing on the location of the club. He looked at me, smiled, and asked where Evenwood was. Luckily the horn went before I had chance to impatiently explain that it was all of about 10 miles from where his club was.
Mile1. Mmm, downhill, nice Concentrated on just getting into a rhythm and sticking at a comfortable 8mm pace (or just under).
Miles2-3. Mmm, downhill and off-road. Very nice. Keep the rhythm and just enjoy it.
4. Uphill. Twisty. Eww.
5-6. Nice and flat, plenty of chatty people, through a village with a smattering of supporters. Thoroughly pleasant, short hill to attack. Oh, excellent, halfway and ahead of target pace.
7. Epic downhill. Did half a mile at 6:52 pace which is unheard of for me. Apparently this used to be the end, until they moved the showground. 8-9 I passed quite a few people, who looked a little bit like they knew something I didn't.
10-11. Discovered what people knew that I didn't. Uphill. Puff, pant, sweat. Pace out the window. There was a big cycle race also going on in the opposite direction. As I contemplated death, one of them cheerily called to his mate behind 'This is a good bit of downhill, isn't it?'. Smug gits with their wheels and their downhills.
12. Bit more level. Remembered I was not trying to kill myself in this, and that had race to do tomorrow (oops, bit la