Looking through the window at the sunshine and the approaching summer, makes me take stock of my fitness levels and wonder what adventures will unfold in the coming months.
I don’t think Half Marathons will be contested any time soon [pressure from loved ones not to compete again] but never say never. I have been looking back at the last two Half’s I ran, one in Keswick and the other was The Bishop Wilton, just outside York. At numbers 62 and 63 that could end up being the sum total of my Half Marathon career.
Who could have known, that at the beginning of 2014 my training would be cut short after a second Heart Attack. Here is the report…Happy days…
THE KESWICK HALF MARATHON MAY 2013
It’s been a while since I ran the Keswick Half Marathon, fourteen years in fact.
1998 and again in 1999, posting times of 1 hour 35 and 1 hour 39. This year being older and with a heart attack behind me, I will not be expecting anything like those times of the past. The day did not start so good, low cloud hung over the hilltops, and a cold breeze scurried down the alleyways and open stretches of road. The start had always been a long way from the rugby club [ where registration took place] but it had been moved even further down the road to Portinscale, and I recon a good mile; where over four hundred and sixty runners made their way over the fields and across the little bridge to the other side of the river Derwent. I had become very cold now, walking to the start in my running shorts, and it was hard to resist the urge to run in gloves and fleece top. I’m glad that I did resist, because after the first mile I was running warm.
The early miles were run at comfortable pace, the road undulated, and runners had not spread out yet, so the breeze wasn’t a problem, but at three miles there was a problem, descending into the Newlands Valley for the last mile suddenly came payback, with a steep hill nightmares are made of. Quads felt like they would explode, and all around runners had turned to walkers, me included. I was soon back into pace, and maintained a good speed until six miles, when again we were tested by a run up to the gods. Mile seven was spent recovering, but now the road tipped down, and mile eight was my fastest mile of the race, I speeded down to the little village of Grange trying to put right the deficit made on the hills. The last four miles are along the slightly undulating lakeside road, and although the wind was behind me, things started aching, as the lactic acid from the hill work was beginning to collect in my muscles.
Along a piece of road I was familiar with, and had run many times, I was looking forward to snipping a few minutes off my time, but the road became an instrument of pain, as I fought to keep jogging at all. But I did keep jogging, and passed a few strugglers. I thought that my time would be way out, but as I ran through the finish gantry, trying to look stylish, I saw the clock reading 2 hours and 5 minutes, which I thought was okay for such a testing run. I had run the same time last year on the Bishop Wilton Half Marathon, an equally hilly and testing run, and it will be my next event in July.
This was the start, I’m in there somewhere…
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Waiting for the off…
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Arriving at the finish, you can just see the clock…
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Medals for all the finishers, or is that a McVities Digestive biscuit?
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A walk next day to loosen the muscles…
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Refreshments half way round…
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Back to the hotel for some kip, night all.
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