Running race (Hill race) 1:01:18 [5] 11.55 km (5:18 / km) +525m 4:19 / km
ahr:167 max:172 shoes: Inov8 RocLite
It was a fine sunny morning. I had read an e-mail on the Carnethy distribution list about some spurious madcap event called the "British Military Fitness 10k" at Dreghorn. Beccy was still ill and gave me a pass. It seemed that there was nothing for it but to go and show the squaddies what for. Tally ho!
I've been a bit ropey the last couple of days so had no expectations whatsoever, I felt a bit ropey again when I found out that the entry fee was £20, but managed to stay on my feet and find my way back to the car to get changed. Being the last to enter I missed the pep talk and the route description, but was there to take part in the "warm up". Hmmm. The only other person I knew - out of about 80 - was Lorna. This could all go horribly wrong. Oh well!
Bang, and off we ran through a lovely big puddle. A guy lead off and ran hard, so quickly there was a small group of 5 of us at the head of the field. Hmm, either everyone else is taking it easy because they know something I don't, or I might be in with a shout here. I was feeling good. 1km in, leader suddenly stopped and said "I think we're off route". Ah. Turn left, up the hill, hmm, I'm in the lead. 0.5km later I stop, and say loudly, "I was having a wazz when the route was being described, does anyone know where to go?" Ex leader pipes up "when we did this last year we were up there".
Idiot.
Serious grind uphill. No markers. Head back towards the side of the wood above Bonaly. A marker! It's the 1km one. I check my GPS. 2.6km. Sh*te.
On on. The five had become four, and up the hill it became me and another bloke. He was pretty decent on the climbs, and overtook me for a brief stretch over Harbour hill - mostly because I came across one of the two "obstacles" and hadn't a clue what to do - but I powered away from him on the long track down to the reservoir, 30s lead. Oops, it's up all the way back to Capelaw and the Castlelaw col. The other two have caught up the second-placed guy. Somehow I hang on and increase my lead. Hm. Catch up some of the 5kmers. Fly down the track towards Bonaly. Sgt Major Nutter screams "straight through the mud" and I duly do so and shower him and the photographer. Better leg it. No sign of the followers Holy cow.
I hang on to record a surprise victory. Woo! Well chuffed. I was running OK, but I must say that my position was more a reflection of the quality of the field than any sudden burst of fitness of my part! Still. It's who turns up on the day who counts. Huzzah!
Running (Warm up/down) 15:00 [2] 3.0 km (5:00 / km)
shoes: Inov8 RocLite
Thought I'd better warm down a bit, really, as my left calf and glute were both tighter than a gnat's chuff. I suddenly realised that both my big toe nails also hurt like b*ggery. Argh. That's me officially back to hill racing then. No toe nails but a big grin on the fizzog. GREAT!