Posted: 27/04/2016 at 09:00
Look down the road to see if the 2.50 train has formed so catch and latch onto a gaggle in front of me, but quickly realise that they are slowing already, which I found weird, was expecting metronomic pacing ‘this far’ up the field but found it quite chaotic, anyway, push onto the next group, latch on and realise that they aren’t maintaining the pace either, so off and round them. A guy in luminous green comes through so I latch onto him for a few miles, still feeling good as we go over Tower Bridge and through halfway, 1.25.12. on the clock, ive clawed back 12 secs over 3-4 miles running at sub 6.25, all I now need to do is keep on keepin on, hold my pace and I’ll have a small neg split and a result. Simples.
Its about this time a group starts to form including someone running really fluid and well in a TVT top, the chap in the green has been dropped so this guy is my mark now. I still feel unbelievable although running with what turned out to be Reg meant I was 5 secs per mile faster, I showboat through the dogs and then settle in for the business end of todays affairs. 18 comes in no time and I still feel totally on top of it.
Reg and me work in tandem without talking to each other, just working through people, sometimes I would get a few yards, then he would, but always moving forward. By mile 20 we’ve put a sub 40 10k behind us. No clock on the 20 mile marker sends me into a slight panic, Was hoping to see 2.09.3x, but tTurns out Im still over by a tad. 21, 22 and 23 come and go with a slow down that comes with the terrain. Then Reg asked ‘ Are you Westy?’, ‘no’ I replied slightly a taken back,’ who are you?’, ‘it doesn’t matter’, he said’ are you on the forum? I’m Andrew G’…. ‘Aahhh, Reg, Its Menn’ .Why he asked the second question I don’t know, he still needs to explain that one to me, I clearly must look like a PnD forumite
We exchange a few words then quiet normality returns, back down to business. On telling me his calf is staring to go, Reg then puts a spurt on and disappears down the road doing sub 6miles down the hill and I decide that’s too rich for my blood. For the first time I get one of those tired leg foot slaps and realise that Ive got to earn it still, I’m tired and legs are starting to numb but its just too close to let go now, less than 2 miles so dig in and get back to low 6.20s. At this stage ive lost track of where my time is but know im a touch behind so push on as hard as I can, turns out to be 6.20 pace, get to the 800m to go mark and ive got 2.47.15 on the clock, cant remember if my 800m time is 2 or 3 mins, so tell myself after 18 weeks it all comes down to 2 laps of the track at LT pace, round the corner to the finish and ive got 30 seconds or so to cover the ground, its tight, but I catch reg on the line and we both go through with clock on 2.49.59. Job Done.