Holy fuckballs that hurt.
9:21:47 of running up and down. More to follow
This should, in theory have been better than my last three marathons (Kirkstall, Hull and Milan) but that wouldn’t exactly be hard. I’ve been having issues with getting out to run due to my wife’s working hours so have been plodding on the treadmill. However I’ve been getting a pretty ground in pace of 12km/h which equates to 5min/km. when I’ve been outside running I’ve been able to keep it up as well.
The night before was spent in a b&b half an hour away where an early night was had. It had to be early, we were sharing with the boys and I didn’t fancy sitting in the dark.
The following more we were up early, packed breakfasted (muesli) and off. Road closures and lack of signage made parking a mare, so I jumped out and left my family to get sorted to meet them at the start.
There were many things wrong with the Marsthon, but I won’t go into them now, I’ll concentrate on what I could control, ie my race.
9am and the race started! The course was pretty flat (as you can see below) and with a few out and backs so I could cheer on other LBTers. My pace was pretty much spot on between 4:40 and 4:50 per km till about the 31km mark. There was a couple of small drops you will notice where I had to stop for a wee.
It was after my second wee break that I chased to get back to where I was before I stopped but when I caught up to the girl I had been following I felt good and so pushed on, keeping a pace somewhere around 4:10-4:20 for the last 11kms. I was head down for the last little bit when I thought I could go under a milestone time but missed it a little, the headwind on the last four miles was just a little too much.
So, how did i do? Well although I just missed out on 3:15 I came in with a official time of 3:16:51 a huge improvement of my precious best of 3:27. And I had held back so much during the run as it was more of less a training run and might even be able to sneak a good for age (3:05) for London marathon should I attempt Hull again later in the year.
In theory it should be nice to do a marathon you could more or less run to the start line of. However 17 days previously I had undergone knee surgery again. Fortunately as I’d been active an fit in the months leading up to the op I was in good health and pretty damn fit. I just had to hope that my knee would hold up and I would bust the wounds open again. I mean, they had healed and the stitches had been removed.
This was supposed to give me a basic time for my Comrades qualification. Anything under about 5:30 should be ok. I just had to get round.
The course was three laps, or fairly up and down with some slippery underfoot stuff through fields and alongside the river and some steady going flat along the canal.
My knee heals up fine. Everything else fell apart though. The lack of any kind of distance running since my poor attempt at Hull and before that Midnight man was telling. The first lap went ok (aside from me and a few others getting lost less than 1k into it) but less than 100m into the second lap my body basically shut down and the next 17ish miles became a mater of mind over body. There as no chance in hell I was giving up though.
I ended the day with a time of 4:12:13, not too bad but I was in bits and broken for the next few days. Still, should be enough to get me a qualification time for Comrades.
Yup, I’ve signed up to Comrades ultra.
90 hilly hot and hard kilometres in South Africa with about a million metres of climbing even though it’s a ‘down’ year.
Starting in Pietermaritzburg and ending some 90km later in Durban the Comrades Marathon is a beast. The route is reversed each year so this year is a down year, with a net downhill, but still about 1400m of climbing.
I should have toughened up and finished Hull Marathon. Oh well, I didn’t know then I’d be doing this.
What. Have. I. Done.
After my successful outing at Modnight Man I was left feeling a little without direction come the start of September. ‘Go and run a marathon or something’ my wife suggested so I duels signed up to the first Hull marathon taking place on the 13th of September.
The course was flat, ideal given how my knee was still waiting to be fixed and featured an out and back over the Humber Bridge. Should have been a lovely little jaunt.
However my right foot and other ideas. Ten miles in I developed the biggest blister I’ve ever seen or had. As it was just a ‘fun run’ I stopped and walked back to the start. A bit bummed out but otherwise ok. Turns out that had I popped it, bandaged it and continued it would have saved me being in a world of pain later.
So after Milan Marathin I took some time away from running to let my knee heal. It kinda didn’t so I went to my Physio who gave me a load of exercises to do and the instruction that I could run on it to test it out shortly.
Well that shorty passed just when I was in Paris, so my first run back after Milan was in Paris. Hourra!
An easy run along the Grand Canal. Nice.
not quick, bit a nice sunny run. Awesome.