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The weeks go by and training continues. And the climax of the week? All runners will tell you that it is Sunday which is the best/worst day of the week. It's the one where you have to do a proper gnarly run, instead of these piddly little 6-mile ones.
Having said that, it didn't seem so piddly when I ran the Pudsey 10k a couple of Sundays ago. 10km = 6.3 miles. In fact I would go so far as to say that the 10k in Pudsey is very gnarly: off road and hilly. The kind of hills that make you feel like you're running up a downhill escalator. There were (foolish) people who refused to stop running and so just seemed to be treading water - while more sensible participants walked up and overtook them because it was far and away the more productive method up getting to the top.
There were lots of helpful/sadistic staff dotted along the course giving words of encouragement along the lines of 'it's all downhill from now on'. Gits. Although one of them at around the 8km mark did have Queen's 'Don't Stop Me Now' blasting from his car to rally the runners as their wended their weary way back towards the finishing line. Quality. Gotta love a bit of Queen.
My time: 56 minutes
The weeks go by and training continues. And the climax of the week? All runners will tell you that it is Sunday which is the best/worst day of the week. It's the one where you have to do a proper gnarly run, instead of these piddly little 6-mile ones.
Having said that, it didn't seem so piddly when I ran the Pudsey 10k a couple of Sundays ago. 10km = 6.3 miles. In fact I would go so far as to say that the 10k in Pudsey is very gnarly: off road and hilly. The kind of hills that make you feel like you're running up a downhill escalator. There were (foolish) people who refused to stop running and so just seemed to be treading water - while more sensible participants walked up and overtook them because it was far and away the more productive method up getting to the top.
There were lots of helpful/sadistic staff dotted along the course giving words of encouragement along the lines of 'it's all downhill from now on'. Gits. Although one of them at around the 8km mark did have Queen's 'Don't Stop Me Now' blasting from his car to rally the runners as their wended their weary way back towards the finishing line. Quality. Gotta love a bit of Queen.
My time: 56 minutes
My position: 28th of 104 women (and 235th out of a total 393)
My winnings: 1 T-shirt and 1 banana.
Also, one of the onlookers was none other than Nell McAndrew, supporting her fellow local runners from the sidelines: women who are 7 months pregnant aren't really capable of walking competitively, let alone running. It occurred to me at this point that Leeds is full of famous marathon runners: our Nell, Jane Tomlinson, Sir Jimmy Saville..... and now me. Yes indeed, full to the rafters. There must be something in the water.
Bring on the gnarl.
A xx
Also, one of the onlookers was none other than Nell McAndrew, supporting her fellow local runners from the sidelines: women who are 7 months pregnant aren't really capable of walking competitively, let alone running. It occurred to me at this point that Leeds is full of famous marathon runners: our Nell, Jane Tomlinson, Sir Jimmy Saville..... and now me. Yes indeed, full to the rafters. There must be something in the water.
Bring on the gnarl.
A xx
posted by Anna Banana @ 9:16 AM
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