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| Paul and I pre-race |
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| Team Um Bongo |
The race was due to start at 11 am so we made our way to the start line. The field was split into predicted finish intervals, Paul and I were going to run together so placed ourselves in the 55 minute area expecting a gentle run. I am not sure I heard the starting gun but the crowd of runners started to surge forward so I knew that we'd soon be crossing the start line. The first couple of kilometres seemed very crowded and bunched to me, we spent much of the time dodging other runners and trying to pass people who had already stopped to walk. There was also a little elevation but nothing compared to what we had experienced during the Dark Ox a couple of days previously. Soon after we were able to settle into a steady rhythm, I wasn't looking at my watch to keep an eye on my pace, I was just running to what felt comfortable.
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| Just before the start |
At the 5 km point Paul was unleashed and stretched his legs and ran off ahead. The field was a little more spread out now so I wasn't feeling quite as cramped. I was conscious that I didn't want to let the pace dip once I was running on my own. The scenery on the route was really quite pleasant, all of the race was on closed roads around the village of Hatfield Broad Oak. My painful knee was more or less a feature of the entire race and even though strapped with KT tape there didn't seem to be any relief. At around 7 km the arch of my right foot began to ache, this was a new one! Kilometres 6-9 were really consistent with only 3 seconds difference in the pacing. For the final kilometre I decided to begin to pick up the pace. I had been running on and off with a girl for most of the race so I kept her in my sight and made sure I kept up.
We turned onto the road back into the village which I recognised from when we drove in and I knew it wasn't far to go. One of the marshals shouted "final kilometre" which had got my hopes up but I didn't recall seeing the 9 km marker. We were still about a minute away from the 9 km marker! Luckily I hadn't sped up too much. I was quite impressed with my pace at this stage, I was not feeling too laboured and seemed to be over taking a lot of other runners. We turned onto the high street and I could see the finish line so opened up and sprinted overtaking about 12 people in the finishing funnel (which probably not very sporting of me). I finished with the official time of 53:45, almost exactly a minute slower than my efforts at the Flitch Way 10k in April and approximately 2 and a half minutes slower than my 2014 HBO time. I wasn't too disappointed though, I knew I had injuries which were perhaps holding me back and I had managed my expectations to accept that it was unlikely to be a PB day.
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| Happy finishers |
From the finish line we queued to get back onto the village green. It was quite a long wait before we were able to get our t-shirt, it was no improvement on when the finish was by the village hall and meant standing around and getting cold. Paul, Chris and Alec had also finished so we regrouped and chatted to various people that we'd spotted. Despite having run the first 5 km with me, Paul managed to catch up with Alec and got him home in a sub 50. Chris finished about a minute ahead of me with a time of 52:37. It just goes to show how challenging the Dark Ox 10k was as we were 20 minutes faster at HBO just 2 days later! We went back to the car to get something warm to put on and went for a wander and our tradition of a post race ice cream.
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| Post race 99 |
There are moments in life that define you as a person. Likewise, in running there are moments that define who you are as a runner. I should have really enjoyed the race today, it's usually the highlight of my running year however I couldn't help but feel like something wasn't quite right. It may have been that I was injured and sulking but I had accepted earlier that I would run within my current limits. I very much feel like I have had the realisation that I am happiest when running in a small field of runners along the trail. Busy road races, regardless of how flat or fast they are supposed to be just do not do it for me! I think I am a trail runner...





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