Temperatures in the high 70's had me struggling a bit last week so I didn't quite get in all the planned training
for the weekend's 10K race. An eight mile circuit to Howgill on Monday, and back along the river, went really well. The last four miles were an absolute breeze, so much so that the last steepish hill into the village felt like I was running on the flat. Not so Wednesday's session that should have been a set of fastish repetitions on Castle Hill, but I never got there. High humidity and 79º really knocked the stuffing out of me and I crawled home, drenched in sweat, after only 3½ miles. I went out earlier on Friday, in a slightly cooler 72º, for a hard earned 4 miles that included just 6 x 200m reps @ 46 secs - which was better than nothing.
|Swallows on the line in Wednesday's 79º - too hot to fly?|
|Warming up for the Bash...|
We left Hebden shrouded in mist and drizzle at 9am to set off north en route for the race venue. The
weather had cooled to a more bearable 60º and I prayed it wouldn't get above 70º. I was feeling a little apprehensive having been informed that my chief rival in the race, a chap called Mike Walsh of Wesham Road Runners, was bang on form after lifting the MV80 title in this year's London Marathon, a win that must surely have boosted his confidence and morale. London attracts runners from all corners of the earth so anyone who wins there is virtually a world champion - which is why I was considering Mike such a formidable opponent. A change of tactics was called for. There would be no hanging about today.
|The feared Mike Walsh....|
|Pacemaker - Jill Noble...with that bottle...|
However, she managed to open up a gap as we passed the water station at just
over three miles. I was desperate for water and slowed to a walk to ensure I got ¾ of a cup down my throat before pouring the rest over my head. I gasped as it took my breath away and it took a while to get back into my stride. Meanwhile Jill had ignored the water station and was striding away up the hill 30 or 40 yards ahead. It took another mile or so to catch her and noted she had one of those hand held water bottles which had enabled her to keep going past the water station and gain an advantage. I made a mental note to buy one of those. The climbs carried on relentlessly to the high point at 528ft, just after the 5 mile marker, after which there was a steep downhill mile before the flat run in to the finish.
|Old Runningfox - all smiles at the Finish...|
|My wonderful partner - finishing strong..|
In conclusion I'd like to thank all the wonderful people who made this event the success it turned out to be,
the race committee, marshalls and volunteers, those who baked all the mouthwatering cakes and goodies (especially that yummy coffee cream cake) - and not least that almighty 'someone up there' who kept the temperature below 70º and provided such a refreshing breeze where we needed it most.
Full results here
Full results here