I remember some time ago writing in my blog how depressing it was to be over taken at speed by another runner heading up on to the Downs. Today, it was me overtaking another runner as we headed onto the Downs. That’s progress right?
It has been quite a week… I biked the Moyleman last Sunday (brutal), I have played over 4 hours of squash, I ran 5 miles on Friday morning and today decided that I was going to run 10 miles under 10 minutes a mile. I am pleased to report that I did it, achieving a personal best. But it was bloody hard.
I chose a route that I have done a few times – Juggs Lane, Kingston Ridge, YBR to Southease then back along the river. The river is a relatively easy stage because whilst it is up hill (it’s upstream) it is pretty flat. However, looking at my stats, it was the first hilly half where I made the best times and the section along the river where I was struggling. Even though my nutrition is much improved these days, there was nothing in the tank. The physical and emotional turmoil of the last 7 days had taken its toll.
It was odd to be out there running sections of the Moyleman without any runners, marshals and supporters cheering me on. In fact it was very strange out there after last week. But, with only quarter of a mile to go, I ran past fellow Moyleman organiser Rob, and Marshal Emma (plus F) who whooped and cheered me on as I staggered, spraying snot, sweat and tears to my personal finish line.
However, as much as I appreciated the cheering, I noted that they didn’t run after me offering free beer, a burger and a medal. Boo.
Work dictates a week of rest… bring on next weekend.
