It's been a funny old week. Training with the team on Tuesday saw the Strollers outnumber the Striders but we had a good run out with Mark & Al leading us all astray before finishing up with a tempo blast along the canal from Buxworth to Tesco. Thursday was cancelled - no not the run, I just couldn't get away from work. Friday was a glorious run over Lyme Park on one of my regular training jaunts and Saturday was the local Parkrun (but I forgot my barcode so I didn't get a time) but it was a tad over 20mins. Going in the right direction at last.
Sunday and the main event. The Wolf's Pit - Shatton. Fantastic turnout, over 300 I think, with Lee and me waving the flag for the GVS. The mass start saw us flying down the field from the start to the lane, across the ford and then onto a lung bursting, leg straining, all in all a s-of a-b**ch climb that turned me to jelly by the summit. Still no time to pause, must get on! The run over the moor was delightful and fast. Sun was out, sleeves were rolled up and the chase was on. It was all going so well (apart from a minor tumble) until we hit the turning point at the bottom of the hill only to be shown the route going back up again. Pain and more pain followed. All the time I has made on the fast sections was being eaten away as I slowed to a crawl, walk, walk and more walk. Just had to dig in and grit my teeth. Finally the last descent, let the legs go, into the lane, jump the ford and then back into the finishing field. Now that slight decent at the start seemed like a 1 in 3 and some young whippersnappers were passing me. Well that just wouldn't do. One final effort and I was home, Lee right behind me (so equal really). Couldn't talk at the end. Completely spent. But isn't that how it should be? Bring on Lad's Leap (I think Lee is doing Mow Cop). Full info can be found at:-www.wolfspitfellrace.org.uk
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