When I last posted I wasn’t sure if I’d make it to the start line of the Great North Run. I did, and struggled round in a very slow time.
Now this is where I could end this post and leave the impression that it was my cold that scuppered my sub-2 hour schedule. That wouldn’t be entirely true though. I had intended to get plenty of rest before the run, but with my Dubliner mate Cormac visiting for the weekend that was never going to happen.
It all started well enough, lunch at Francesca’s with a glass of red wine is perfectly acceptable the day before a half marathon. Saturday afternoon in the Maltings drinking Rivet Catcher isn’t. I could tell we were getting a little bit drunk when Cormac started telling anyone who would listen what a slag I had been when we were students. Time to leave I thought – but we didn’t. Afternoon turned into evening and there was only one thing for it. A trip to
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Pray tell what time did you do?
2hrs, 39 min... including 'comfort' breaks.
I need to be a bit quicker in my next race; it has a cut off time.
Mmmm I presume you mean "Paula Radcliffe" type stops or worse. :-)
Indulgence and ruuning doesn't mix for sure. Says he who's holiday excess is beginning to show over the beltline and a glass or red in hand. Next event is Alwinton show on the 10 Oct.... couple of weeks to get back in shape.
Guy Fawkes 10 is the next one for me so I've got until November.
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