My last blog was April 28th. Time seemed to do a Stephen Hawking stretchy, shrinky disappearing thing.
So, I meant to do a quick update on two things:
Snowdonia Half, I finished 34th. I’m really pleased with that. Nice to know that I can run shorter distances at a reasonable pace. Also the sense of achievement has been a really good motivator for me.
2013 miles in 2013 April mileage got me another 382km, so switching into miles, at the end of April I’ve logged 930 miles. This puts me 259 miles ahead of schedule.
I heard that I didn’t make it into the TORQ Trail Team. Yes, I’m disappointed, but at least it means I’m in the UK for Trail Marathon Wales. So properly bittersweet. Running in Chamonix would have been brilliant, but I really like running in Coed y Brenin too.
I’d been hoping to get out and shoot some more footage in Coed y Brenin, play with some new angles and generally have another go of making a shorter, snappier video of trail running in the forest.
I’d been playing around with a pole for the GoPro for a while and thought I might be able to get some interesting angles with it. It seems weird to set the camera up, upside down, but the results are pretty reasonable. I don’t think I can do away with a tripod completely, it’s a quick substitute but there is some camera movement I don’t like. The best set up I can get is like this.
I was lucky enough to be joined by Arfon Hughes and Alex Lanz from Meirionnydd Running Club. This was great as it meant that I could slog round behind the guys, and get the footage rather than running twice as far, setting, filming, and then collecting the gear.
Both Alex and Arfon had been racing the day before. Alex had collected two medals, one Silver and one Gold and when we were filming he wasn’t quite sure what they were for. Turns out that one of them was where he had just won the title of Welsh Junior Trail Running Champion (U20). Alex has a really inspirational personality and his running style is effortless. It was a real pleasure to spend some time running with these guys, and a real honour to spend some time with an athlete who will no doubt collect more and more metalware as his running progresses.
Arfon is clearly passionate about the environment and his running. There is a lot of work that he puts into the running club, and as he also Wardens a big area of the Berwyn for Natural Resources Wales, he knows his onions (amongst other things) about the flora and fauna in the area.
So the video is beneath, it is shorter than the one I made before, I definitely want to get out onto some open trails in sunshine as I think the footage would be spectacular. I won’t leave the next update so long next time!
There was something about what Stuart Mills was saying about belief, and mental attitude that I wanted to test, and a half marathon with hills was just the right thing to do it on.
Obviously, like all serious runners, I treated my body like a temple on the lead in. Not. My dinner last night was a rather nice Chilli Chicken Kebab and Chips, not exactly a perfectly balanced meal! I’d had a hell week at work, some really long days and some very short nights of sleep. If there was a time to test getting the race done on the mental approach alone, this was going to be it.
I had it in my head that I wanted to run the race in a certain way – I wanted to get to the high point with an average pace of 5 mins/km and then open the taps and see how close to 4:30 mins/km I could get on the run to the finish.
As it was a race close-ish to home I had the family with me for support, which led to the discussion of what a good finish would look like. The Kiwi gauntlet got lobbed down with a “top quarter finish” should be expected.
I don’t race that often, so I rarely compare myself to other runners. Top quarter sounded tough, but as it was “expected” I sort of got on with thinking what that would look like.
Getting fluids in, and a bit of energy from Jelly Beans, followed by several trips to the toilet to get rid of the Kebab was how I spent a good half an hour in Llanrwst. Then a little run to loosen up a bit and settle into running. I bumped into Gaele, who does the photo’s at the National White Water Centre, where I work. She was there helping Sam from Bodhi Movement Massage (who beats my legs up occasionally). A quick chat and then over to the start line. Down to a vest top and shorts, it was a little chilly, and a couple of people said “ooh you’ll be cold”. I responded “if I get cold, I’ll run faster” to hide my doubts among these roadies.
I tried to mentally work through my plan, steady start, run through the steep hill, lengthen my stride passed Llyn Geirionnydd, attack the second smaller hill, over the top, lengthen the stride, and then run at the point it hurts all the way back to the finish. I was going to look at my watch once, at the high point, have two sips of water at mile 4 and mile 7.
I’d normally start any race in the back third of the field. However, the wife had said a top quarter finish. The only way I could judge this in a field of 700 odd was to be in the front 100 people over the line, and not get overtaken too much.
A quick estimated head count of people put me about right. A 30 second silence for Boston, then a cheer, then a countdown. We were off.
A bit of jostling, finding space, I settled down to my breathing, letting everything warm up whilst I was still really aerobic. A few people heading off fast, but generally I was holding my own on the way to Trefriw.
A double back on to a single track road and a couple of simple inclines, I ran through these, making up places, legs feeling really strong. The start of the 1:7 hill, a medal for those who run the whole way. I made about 10 places here, at one point I thought walking would be faster, so I backed off, let the lactic acid subside, but I kept passing runners with a fast walk. A gulp of water, then onto the flat-ish and lengthen my stride, looking for Geirionydd, a couple of faster runners passing me, but I upped the pace and tucked in behind them. At the end of the lake the road turns uphill again and I attacked, passing them back and putting some clear space in. The high point, a glance at the watch 4:58 mins/km, I was on target. My legs felt good. A gradual descent to the 7 mile water station, a gulp of water. A short bit of off road. Then onto roads I know. I caught a runner I’d spotted on the start line, and sat with him, leaving him on the steep downhill, only for him to surge back on the flat bits between. The final long descent into Betws y Coed was great, my legs felt strong, the support was brilliant from the crowd and I kicked. The runners ahead were spread out, maybe 100 m apart. I wasn’t working on time, I was working on places. Top quarter, I must be close, I need places. So one by one, I started chasing down the vests ahead of me. My guts hurting but everything else feeling strong. I was blowing, but not as much as those that I was passing. This felt alright! A quick shout from Ifs and Es Richards from Meirionydd Running Club supporting from a car. Round the corner and the finish was visible over the river and a few fields; a couple of right had turns and I would be done. I picked a guy 4 runners ahead, got on with it. Onto the final bit of road, I passed him, turning into the football ground, 400m to go, one more place – go on then. If this guy kicked back, I had nothing. The crowd was cheering, and I really didn’t have much left. I saw the girls cheering me on, but I’d given up on thanking marshals and supporters at this point. My eyes were on the red inflatable finish line. Get over the line, stop the watch. Get my medal and an isotonic drink. Wander through the taped area and sit on the ground. The girls winding their way through the taped area, whilst I try and keep some fluid down.
Look at the watch, just under 1hr 35 and a 4:29 min/km pace. Tick.
I ask whether I might of made the top quarter. “Definitely” says Michaela, “Probably top 40”.
I can’t quite believe that. The finish area is pretty quiet, maybe that is why. I still can’t quite process that though.
A pretty quick recovery and I neck down a bit too much drink. I stop the trampoline tummy, just, as I walk back to the car.
Get home, get the oven on, and a chicken roasting. Have a look at a watch download on Strava. Of the ten that had already downloaded, I was KOM on the climb by a minute and fourteen seconds over 4.4km!
Have dinner, enjoying feeling the energy coming back in.