Sunday 6 March, The Clapham Chasers Thames Riverside 20. Following my rather poor organisation I failed to register early enough for the 2011 Silverstone Half Marathon and therefore was free on Sunday. A few months ago an email sent via the Serpies mailing list gave info of a race or pace 20m run. The course was to start at Bishops Park, Fulham and follow the river away from London. After speaking to the coach to see if it was ok to do it I signed up.
At the time the logistics of getting to the park for 7:30 hadn’t been considered however at 6am as the alarm went off I was cursing myself (as I’m sure Laura was too!). Fortunately the traffic was good and the journey across was quick and pain free, even taking into account the slight detour to pick Rich up in Kennington.
I wasn’t scheduled to race this event doing it as a paced run instead and I was looking to do 10miles @ 8:30min/mi and 10miles @8:00min/mi testing out marathon pace for a reasonable length. The route was pleasant although I was glad to have company I think an out and back on one path alone may have sent me insane!!
After about 2miles I had found a natural rhythm at a slightly faster than hoped for 8:15min/mi. My heart rate was settled so I carried on at this pace. We soon bumped into Lindsie who was training for Rotterdam Mara, the week before London. It turned out she would run with me from about mile 3 to the end!
The course was flat and to be honest the morning lacked many anecdotal stories other than Rich being an idiot and not going to the loo before starting to run. 1 mile in he was regretting the move especially given the fact that there were no toilets on the route.
After finishing the 20 I carried on and added a slow mile and half on at the end making this my longest training run in 2011 (and to date as previously I’ve only ever got to 20). The run went really well hitting almost all the splits bang on, apparently I still looked good at the end and apart from feeling a bit dehydrated I felt it too. RESULT
All in all a good little 21.5miler
During this week, as usual, the toughest session was Thursday’s interval session. This week it was not only intervals, it was mixed with a marathon pace set in the middle which really tested me.
Today was LSR time and Laura’s dad had volunteered to ride his bike the 20 miles with me to keep me company. Last night I made sure he did not pack the kitchen utensils (If you have seen the film ‘Run Fat Boy Run’ you will know what I’m talking about!) and set my alarm for a 7am wake up call. We set off at a steady pace about 8.40 and proceeded to tackle the hills of North West Kent. Around 7 miles in catastrophe struck, whilst muttering a few choice words under his breath Martin pulled over with a puncture to the the back tyre. I carried on for a loop but when I returned the bike was still not fixed and Laura had been called to pick him, and bike, up. At this point I made the call to turn back the way we came and run back on my own.
Having done some quick calculations in my head I realised that I would need to add more miles on the way back in order to make 20 miles. With that in mind I tried to work out the route with the least hills. Now, if you have ever run in this part of Kent you will know why i am about to write – FAIL! Its very hilly and even a road you think is flat in the car is definitely not whilst running. Remembering part of the Dartford Half Marathon course I made my way to ‘Central Park’ which added a couple more miles.
I headed back. Deep down I knew I was still on course to not meet the number of miles I needed to, but hoped that I may have miscalculated. I hadn’t. I met Martin on the outskirts of their village with the stricken bike. It turns out he had been dropped back home, changed the tyre and come back out to find me. Unfortunately it seems he has got a dodgy back wheel and the tyre punctured again 3 miles from home meaning a long walk back. Approaching the house my Garmin showed I still had 3 miles to complete so i ran on (and on!) up ANOTHER hill.
At the top of the hill I thought I had extended the distance by enough to cruise my way back downhill to the end. I hadn’t. 1 long mile short…
Finally back home I rewarded myself with a very hot shower and a bacon sarnie.
Till next time – race next weekend at Dorney Lakes. Maybe see some of you there!