Well... have I got news for you
Rich and I have discovered that when we allow ourselves chips on a Friday night I always have a good race on the Sunday, and this was certainly no exception...so we are considering setting a precedent
Despite the lack of half marathon training, due to injury worries, I wasn't too concerned about the Burnham-on-Sea half on Sunday. My point score for the series so far should have secured me winning the LV35 age catagory prize, so I didn't really need this race to count.
If it was going to count though, I would need to finish higher than 11th lady, and given that it was quite a well supported race I thought my chances of achieving that would be slim.
It started out as a lovely day, perfect conditions for me to run in. This race was also one of the races during the year that became a club outing by the club I belong to, the Hogweed Trotters, and we had in excess of 40 club members there, which was great, and well reported on by the race commentator.
Given that I haven't run this distance since April, I wasn't sure how I would cope with 13.1 miles so I had put together a loose pre-race plan. I decided that I would run easy for 4.5 miles, if I felt ok then I would pick it up for the next 4.5 miles, and then if all was going well I would run as strong as I could for the final 4.1 miles.
So, after all the preparations, the gun went and we were off. The pace was a bit brisk to start with but I felt ok. When we got to mile 1 I discovered I'd been running at 6.07 min/mile :eek: so I quickly eased off hoping that it hadn't caused too much damage to later on in the race. I went through 3 in 20.30, which was still a bit fast but I felt really comfortable so I tucked in behind another lady and stayed there.
Then we passed a marshal who was counting the ladies and put me at 9th lady...something I
really didn't need to know at that point in the race because it got me thinking about my series score and the points I could knock off.
We went through a drink station and one lady (a fellow club member) stopped to drink and the lady I was running with dropped back, so I was now 7th lady at 4 miles. The lady I was running with soon came back though and I ran just behind her for a while, until she seemed to be struggling at about 8 miles and I gradually slipped past her.
I was very happy to settle at 7th lady, but my legs sometimes have an agenda all of their own in races, especially when I checked my time and discovered that I could get pretty close to my PB. My head went off on a whole new range of calculations then, and reinforced it by telling me that it would take all the pressure off my performance in the Cheddar half in November.
So I pushed on, and soon I was just behind another lady. I was just about to overtake her when some road traffic came up from behind so I quickly had to abort and just tuck in behind. At my next opportunity I went for it, taking me to 6th lady.
I went through 10 miles in 1.11.20, my PB for 10 miles is 1.16.17...need I say more? Except I was really hoping that this pace wasn't going to bite me back and cause me to stop at 12 or whatever, letting everyone else have the last laugh as they passed me.
I got to 12 and did start to feel low on energy accompanied by a slight head spin, but I tried to drink as much of my energy drink as I could and just kept focusing on what I was doing.
Then a club member who was also struggling came to my aid and said he'd get me in for a PB, and wouldn't let me walk. All I had to do was stay with him, which I did my best to do.
Just before 13 miles my leg injury shouted at me. We were turning into the field for one lap of the field to the finish. I could see the finish line, but my leg injury hit me so fast and hard that it was difficult to keep running. I told myself that I couldn't walk at this stage, so close, with everyone watching, so I limp/ran and crossed the finish line in 1.35.51, which was a PB by 1.31 min

6th lady overall, 4th LV35 and 1st lady Hogweed.
Plus a whole 5 points off my Series score, taking it to 38
So much for the race plan! I really don't know how I managed to pull such a result out the bag, but all I can put it down to is maybe the quality of my training compensated somehow for the lack of quantity (and of course, the chips).
Today I ache, but I also feel pretty good
