And still the runner runs.
55 kilometres last week left me fit as the proverbial fiddle and set me up nicely for the torment of what is now taper week ahead of race day on Sunday. I say 'torment' but I'm due a step-back week anyhow, and so yesterday's short run was a welcome change. I also ditched the usual type of run and did some speed work instead, just for variety and to test my legs before race day. I haven't really trained specifically for the half marathon, having instead focussed on endurance for the full marathon distance later in the year, and also rather a lot of very early hill work for the Point To Pinnacle in November.
To give me some idea then of what to expect in Sunday's half, yesterday I mixed it up a little and tried some stints at a comfortable pace, then 2-hour pace and finally at PB pace. This actually went very well, albeit leaving me in little doubt that my setting a new PB would be about as likely Donald Trump and I becoming pen-pals, which is to say, not completely impossible but very bloody unlikely and more than just a little foolish to even attempt.
Two hours, on the hour hand ... now that's tempting. I shan't jinx myself, however. I'll just see what happens on the day.
May as well go for broke.
