The morning of Buchlyvie half marathon was stunning. The weather could not be more perfect. It was a crisp, cool morning with no clouds in the sky and no wind.
I started the race from the back, keen not to fall in to the trap of running too quickly at the start.
I started the race from the back, keen not to fall in to the trap of running too quickly at the start.
I still ran an 8.30 split for the first mile. The second mile was worse at 8 min! I gave myself a talking to, I had to slow down or I wouldn't finish. For the next 6 or so miles I ran 9 minute miles. This was still quick for me but I felt comfortable.
I should have been stronger and slowed myself down to nine and half minute miles because by mile 9 I was hitting the wall. My splits got longer and longer. I probably could have walked quicker than I was running by the end!
I turned the corner on to the homeward straight only to be faced with 2 laps of a muddy playing field!
I started walking. The muddy field was too much for me. I walked round the final corner and started running again, sprinting to the finish line.
2:05.46 by my watch.
Whilst I was disappointed that I had not run under 2 hours, I was philosophical. I had only been training for 11 weeks and that had been mixed. I had enjoyed the experience. It had reaffirmed that I can keep going, even if I'm struggling.
Praying to the recovery god!
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