Anyway, I did that Ultra. And again, playing catch-up you lose the
moment, but on the plus side, think how much shorter it's going to be
:) (NB I forgot I had half drafted the race, so this can catch up with that, and then finish up...)
Here are the highlights then.
I
had a kind of guilty feeling that I wasn't sure Jon really knew what
he'd let himself in for, and he forgot some stuff, I think his backpack,
so had problems carrying stuff, he was going to run bits, and walk
bits. But he knew I was set on running, and he waved me off. And it was
wonderful in its familiarity this time, and the farmer where we'd stayed
told us that it was the wettest part of Cumbria, and it always rained
there, and that it would surely be not raining immediately outside. And,
as for last year, so it proved. It didn't rain VERY hard, anyway, but
even through the rain, the atmosphere was beautiful. Ghosts of last
year's runners popped into my head.
I chatted to a few
people, and was talking to a young lad when I overtook some of his team
on Dunmail Rise. Again, I failed to see my crew, but this time, I had
everything I wanted in my pack. As we descended, I started talking to
the fellow that I'd passed at Dunmail Rise, who wanted to know how I
knew his teammate. We had a chat, and then passed on. Around Grassmere, I
remember talking to an elderly chap who had an odd gait, and I wondered
(aloud) if he was in fact a speed walker. He considered this, and then
said, "No, I reckon this is the Ultra-shuffle", which I took on with
good heart.
Again, the green-mac guy caught up with me,
and we engaged in chat, pretty much for the rest of the way. I didn't
think we would, but there you have it. It was clearly a strategy he'd
adopted before, and while I quite like the coming and going of different
people, he certainly could talk (and we know I don't struggle in that
department), so we got off to a flying conversation about politics and
religion, and other subjects you aren't to mention at dinner parties.
But this definitely wasn't a dinner party. I also told him about my
running exploits, and various running themes, ideas and chums were
mulled over, not least Chris' legendary comment about finding a nice
arse, and following it. I got a few compliments at this juncture!
I
did lose him for a while, when he went off to see his "crew", I
remember after joining the Coniston lot, seeing a girl wearing a rain
coat I had bought years ago, it looked very nice on her, so I told her
what good taste she had. I also was following a chap wearing my
fluorescent yellow cycle jacket, he was less engaging about stealing my
coat, but I did feel that my wardrobe had been rifled before coming out.
Along the Coniston Lake, realising that I wasn't going to meet Heather,
I changed my tops (now safely in my backpack, in a ziplock bag) and
once again, the dry clothes did good things to my psyche. As did the
chocolate croissant that Jon had purchased for me. It was also around this point that I met Stew on his bicycle, on the lookout for Chan.
Ben
caught up with me, and we kept going, although he'd calculated a
brilliant time for me on the basis of my first half (I've always been
bad at this, but he'd run 7, or 8 times, and was also seemingly good at
it. However, I knew the second half would be a slog, and it was. It
seemed hillier than I remembered it, and Ben was clear that he didn't
want to run up the hills. I could have gone on, of course, but I was
pretty tired too, and it seemed ungrateful to abandon him. And so much
easier not to. But as we neared Dalton, I realised that it was going to
take everything in me to keep going. I recalled exactly every bit of
this route, so I wasn't fooled into thinking I was nearly anywhere, when
I bloody wasn't. But the mile markers said I was 3 miles away, and on
the one hand, that meant I'd run 37, but on the other, at the speed I
was going, that was a lot over half an hour. And when you've run for 37
miles, another half an hour seems like an eternity, not "nearly there". I
realised that I had no energy to run at someone else's pace. I was
going to get into a 12 minute mile plod, and that would get me over the
finish line. I didn't explain, but I didn't wait for Ben either, and it
was quite a surprise 2 and half miles later to find him just behind me. I
had a sneaking suspicion that he wouldn't have made that time without
the push of not falling behind, but I didn't voice it. We still had that
hill to get up, and I would take any encouragement I could get. He gave
it.
I
finished in 7h43 minutes, or thereabouts. Chan came in after me, but it
turned out that she'd been delayed getting to the start, so her time
was 7h 27, which was amazing. She's already talking about taking another
half hour off for next year. I kind of think I could get another 20
minutes off my time too... but I think we'll struggle to get another
team together next time! Jon and I stayed in the Queen's Arms in
Biggar, which is really the most charismatic place you could stay, and
enjoyed our team breakfast in the morning, although disappointingly not
many of the team made it. Running Dave has sworn never to do that stupid
race again, after spending the last 15 miles with cramp, and Nigel and
his misses went off to catch up with other friends in a not very
team-like fashion!
Still
a bloody incredible thing to do. I don't have pictures this year, as I
didn't have a pal (or a camera), but
did get a couple of shots from the "experts" where I'm looking
surprisingly fresh. They posted the pics on the facebook page, which is
absolutely brilliant, and makes quite a change from most race-photos.
You do kind of feel like you deserve your picture though!
Here's my favourite picture - clearly need to try harder, as I am at about 28 miles, and don't look like I'm really struggling:
What's it all about?
I'm not what you'd call a "natural runner". I used to run "the mile" at sports day when I was at school, which I thought was near impossible. One year I passed out: my french teacher made me drink sugary tea. Since I left school, I do occasionally run for a train. It usually hurts.
So the joke is, I trained for the Peterborough half marathon in 2011! It's a running joke, because it goes on (and on), and also because it's about running (see what I did there?). The serious part is, I started running because my friend Heather's mum died from lung cancer last year. With your help, I raised over £1200 for Macmillan. I feel very strongly that sponsorship money should be earned. I think I did that. I may raise money again some time, and hope you might help with that too.
But I aim to laugh about it. Read on...
So the joke is, I trained for the Peterborough half marathon in 2011! It's a running joke, because it goes on (and on), and also because it's about running (see what I did there?). The serious part is, I started running because my friend Heather's mum died from lung cancer last year. With your help, I raised over £1200 for Macmillan. I feel very strongly that sponsorship money should be earned. I think I did that. I may raise money again some time, and hope you might help with that too.
But I aim to laugh about it. Read on...
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