Like buses this...
Last year I said, "No I've had my fill of this sort race and won't be doing it again". Given the choice, I like my long runs to be point to point or in a big circle - not 5 mile repeated loop. But the lure of an early bird discount and the free camping got the better of me.
Took the little one on the Friday night so he could run the kids race. He pushed his way to the front and it it took me most of the "race" to catch him up. He was very pleased with his medal and quite enjoyed it. He also enjoyed writing on the graffiti board:
Could have done without the banging tunes on Friday night till 11 o'clock. But soon drifted off. It rained in the night but not enough to soak into the ground and cause any muddy conditions.
Took my little one back home and returned to the camp, read a few magazines and waited for the 12 o'clock start.
Not done a huge amount of training in particular for this which I think helped, I was already in the start slow and go slower mode. I walked the big hills from the off trying to keep the lap times down. Those first few where a little speedy (for me), but I soon when slower.
I didn't have a definite number in mine but felt I should be aiming for more than last time (60 miles) - 75 seemed a round number but had no idea how my feet would hold out.
Weather was very hot and humid, it threatened to rain a few times but didn't really pour down like it should. Would have been very nice to clear the air.
Started running without a bottle pack but got quite thirsty - wasn't enough having a drink at the start line and then half way round. So I think after lap 5 I started to carry a bottle - was getting a bit dehydrated at that point.
Fuelling was mainly gels (which was a surprise, a few shot bloks, jaffa cakes, grapes and the occasion cracker. Was missing the salt big time - normally I would only run with water but due to the humidity I think I should have taken some electrolytes with me.
The thing I do like about this race is the marshals and the other competitors - there is always someone to have a quick chat with but because you are running different races you are never "stuck" with people.
Started to head into night time, at this point I was having the serious talk to myself - how far should I go. The last time running 100 miles I couldn't walk for 4 days - so I was still a little nervy of going too far. 75 still looked on the cards but I might need a short break (aka sleep) before getting that far. The other nag was I knew I had to be back home by 1 o'clock and I was running the Hampshire Hoppit the following weekend.
So I went into the night - said hello the the fairies in the wood, hit 60 miles at around 1:30 and decided that I could either keep going for a hundred - but risk coming up short, by running out of time and picking up an injury or I could stop and finish off a comfortable 75 in the morning.
I played it sensible and went to sleep (eventually) some anti-social twats had decided to have a chat in their loud voices - the area was supposed to be solos only - but these gits were part of a team. Anyway woke up with a start - the sun was up and it was getting light so I thought time to crack on.
Was light enough without a head-torch so started out slowly walking. Got shouted out by a marshal for not having a head torch (my bad of course). I know it's my fault - didn't see the rule that head torches required till 6am - despite it being light at this point
So walked the next lap, then was passed to a runner from Hartlepool so yelled out "monkey hanger" to him. He seemed a little upset by this - so chased him down to explain that I was quite within my rights to call him that (being one too).
So mileage clicked over into 75 on the clock, so took the tent down popped it into the car and left.
Feeling pretty good - Settled for 75 and being able walk rather than 100 and hobbling.
Leant: More salty snacks, ear plugs for night time