After the initial flurry I thought I would slow the pace down with the posts. Also not enough happens in my world to write too often.
Last week saw my first attempt at coordinating a team for an event. If manage to miss all the relay events, but quite fancied Cosmeston this year. After a few Monday night chats a few names were thrown in the hat. Quickly managed to get 5 ladies and 7 men. 1 short got each to reach two team goal. With a bit of friendly encouragement and last minute swapping the names were sorted. In the days leading up to the event I was starting to get nervous. Final order sorted and no going back. After initially going with the approach of team allocation being on sign up order I choose to try and create some competive teams. Men’s team 1 was fast and with anchor having lots of rabbits. Men’s team 2 was 4 evenly matched that would push each other (including me). Ladies team 1 was the triathletes and ladies team 2 was the masters. The legs were worked out so that respective partners could easily provide child cover if needed.
I was anchor for my leg, a late request for leg 2 meant I was relegated there. Seemed easiest to just put me where ever was left. 180 teams made for quite a spectacle in the changeover area. Marshals for helpfully should out the team number for the approaching athletes. Watching each handover I was increasingly getting nervous but excited. I went off exactly in that fashion for my leg and realised watch hadn’t been started 200/300m in just when I looked down to see why I was gasping. The course followed a gravel path in two separate loops and crossed over to create a finish stretch. A bit of slow climbing really seemed to be tough but I hung in there on the downhill and managed a respectable 19:18. 1st & 4th for the ladies teams and 6th & 19th for the men, made for a decent start to team coordination.
Training on the estate the next day was back to a more conventional 6×800. Haven’t been able to go full out at training lately as had a few races and was attempting sensible approach. Couple of weeks before my next race so a couple of good training sessions to follow. Pleased to get faster each rep and finish on a 2:46, not bad the day after a race. Legs struggled on the ending 200m but another session in the bag.
This whole year has had one target, 7 min mile average pace at Cardiff half. I’ve really struggled on that distance and no doubt my lack of long running is a big part why. A few wise words have stuck with me from a recent chat with a more experienced runner and GB triathlete. “To race 13.1 you have to be able to run 15” that has made me reevaluate how I do my long runs. I know now I need to push up to that level and then start trying to run it faster. One of my friends Faye is looking to build up to this years half and we have met up for a local run to show her the routed at certai distances near us. Also nice to have company when going to a new distance. We set off Sunday with a plan of around 8 miles. The pace was set to be achievable and a marker, this was about distance only. She managed a very comfortable 8.6 and went home confident there was now in the tank. I was feeling relatively fresh so decided to treat myself to a few extra faster paced miles. Another loop through Rhiwbina and home took me to 13.8 for the morning. My longest ever continuous run and first time I had surpassed two hours on my feet. A nice radox bath as a reward to the aching quads and a protein shake. What a great way to start the day.