Running warm up/down 33:30 [2] 3.7 mi (9:03 / mi) +20m 8:54 / mi
Trying to stay in the shade so High Level Bridge was great for w/up. With Chris and Emily Birchall.
Warm Down was very slow w/Mick, Maria, Alan Buckley and Ben Riddell. Calf a bit tight
Running race (Blaydon Race) 30:27 [5] 5.7 mi (5:21 / mi) +15m 5:18 / mi
Blaydon Race - 29th - 30:25 (chip), 30:30 (gun(??!))
Very pleased with this.
Having come 42nd & 41st last two years, was aiming for top 40 on the basis I may not be in the shape I was around Xmas but I always run well here. On the other hand have had a fairly big (by recent standards) training week.
Was warm verging on hot in the open, so stayed in the shade as much as possible pre race.
Off we went and tried to stay relaxed through the city centre, found myself with a few others. First bit felt fast. Up the slight incline and onto the dual carriageway started to feel good, tried to stay on my toes and relaxed, though on the open wide road, you could really feel the heat resonate off the tarmac, felt very dry even at this early stage. Got up to Dan Bradford through a mile which watch said 4:53 (strava says 4:51!) but at the time I wrote that off as buildings in city interfering with GPS, in hindsight I must have been feeling bloody good. Edged away from Dan and caught and passed Chris Birchall and by two mile was in behind Josh Tighe who had sensible tucked into the cycle lane to take advantage of what little shade there was. Still feeling bouncy and good pulled away from him but couldn't close gap to anyone in front and found myself running alone as we approached 3miles.
It was now beginning to hurt and Dan Bradford came alongside. We exchanged words of encouragment as we headed over the Scotswood bridge. Here Mick Hill was waiting with his usual boundless verbal assistance, got cut up as I caught a guy approaching the water station, threw water over my head but had little effect. As this was a little out & back section, seeing who was behind me gave me a boost, with 2 miles to go I knew it would be a case of holding on for grim death.
Tried my hardest not to let the guys in front get away, knew pace was dropping but with the pace I'd already run a decent run was on the cards so had to wring every last second out. One guy caught me as we approached one mile to go, now I was dripping with sweat making it difficult to see, legs were burning, arms felt heavy but kept moving forwards. Hilly was there again with shouts. Knew it wasn't far, tried to stride after climbing the monumental climb over the flyover (it isn't really) and round the hairpin, someone shouted my name, no idea who, eyes closed for the most part now, gurning, gurning, right turn into last bit, looked behind (I never do this!) to see a bit of a gap, just want the finish now, onto the grass, 150m to go have to admit I slowed the last 30m, that was it, job done, feel the rush, collapse to the ground.
When's the next one?