I don't think I have ever known Devonport to be so windy as it has this year, and that didn't make it easy for today's run along the exposed Bike Track from home to Tea Tree Lane.
In spite of the conditions I pushed ahead with my planned run, taking into account the invaluable advice I have received from my unofficial mentor/trainer/personal coach. I set off with the decided intention of not running my splits any faster than 6 mins. I held myself back as well as I could until I eased into a steady pace. However, as you can see from the splits all but three of the first fourteen were under 6.00/k. Oh, well! At least I wasn't pushing myself too hard. Perhaps I should say that the outward 14k was wind assisted (50 km/h gusting to 72 km/h) - but that's not totally correct because I was still getting blasted by cross winds that supposedly came from the west but seemed all over the place.
As I was running by the GPS for distance I went further along the route than last time until the 14k ticked over. Then I turned and really felt the force of the wind, which slightly picked up its intensity though the gusts didn't go above 70 (not that that means a great deal when you run uphill over the exposed Victoria Bridge and so much of the journey was into those buffeting winds.
I passed through the half marathon distance in 2:04:56 (1 min 33 sec slower than last time). On the previous occasion that was where I had had enough and then jogged/walked the final 7k home. Today, however, I kept up my steady pace that still felt comfortable. Just before the 23k mark I had to duck into the toilets near the Viet Vet memorial site and, though it was a stop of less than 2 mins, I could feel my muscles and joints begin to tighten up. Starting up again it was into the gusting wind and I was no longer able to get my rhythm going, meaning my final splits were much slower than I had been running.
I thought that I would walk the final steep hill but didn't need to - though a couple of tourists stopped and asked for directions. That didn't deter me and I kept plodding up hill to finish in a time of 2.51.34.53 or 6.07.66/k. That bettered my previous attempt on that course by 4:58, which shows the benefit of trying to run a more even pace.
I'd love to say that I came home to a big hug - but it was not to be. However, there was a lovely hot bath awaiting for me to relax in while reading Karl Barth's "The Church and the Churches". Far easier to understand than William Wilberforce's "Practical Christianity" which I am trying to plough through at the moment.
Splits can be found at: http://connect.garmin.com/splits/97785191
BTW Steve would not have wanted that hug - I was covered in the mess that I make when cooking my niece Bronnie's wonderful Honey Jumble recipe.
ReplyDeleteThe bath and the hot cuppa had to do :-)
BTW, who would want to hug a hot and sweaty half marathon man! Best left until after a warm, relaxing and much appreciated bath!
ReplyDeleteReading Barth in the bath? Is that a Baath Party? :-)
ReplyDeleteThose are a beautiful set of splits! 5 minutes in all that wind is great just to start with, but even more significant is that you were still running at the end. Not only were you almost a kilometre ahead of where you would have been, but in another 10 minutes you would have been another km further ahead. You really feel it at the end of long race when you're hurting AND everyone is running past you because you're slowing down. It's much more fun to be the passer than the passee...
One thing our old coach used to do to us was, after a 'long intervals' set (ie any combination of 1k & 2k distances with a standing recovery in between) he'd start chatting and talking about whatever, and then after about 5 or 6 minutes he'd send us out on one final distance - at the same pace as we'd been going all night. The idea was to teach us that it really is possible to start again after you've stopped. Because it was only 1 or 2k, you're more prepared to try and ignore the pain then if it was in the middle of a longer run (but it always hurt, and we always knew that the last one was never the last one :-) ).
Bruce
Oh, and I should have added - the wind is never at your back!
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