Anyway Saturday I drove to Cardiff, this year I had booked a hotel, to prevent the 5 am rise that would be necessary to get there in time. Originally we were going as a family, then Madam wanted to do the fun run so it was decided just her and I would go. Then Madam fell ill, so it was a lonely drive up!
Once there and parked, it was off to join Alma, Carla and Sue, three lovely ladies that I would not have known without blogging, it’s been two years since I have seen them, so it was fantastic to catch up.
Then it was off to Travelodge for me. The hotel was conveniently located on the nightclub strip. Convenient if you are in to clubbing, not so great for sleeping ahead of a 13.1 mile run. Fortunately my room was located at the back of the third floor and I heard did not hear anything from the clubbers.
Under the circumstances I had a good nights sleep, the warm room not helping my body’s ability to go from cold to over heating in 30 seconds, so I did the duvet on and off routine all night, but managed to sleep till 7 am.
I headed up to the start at 8 am, my head all over the place. Emotions running high. All the positive thoughts out of the window. All I could think was I had no business being there, this aging woman, with the less than Paula Radlciffeesque physique should have stayed home.
Baggage drop done, port o loo visited, then it was time for the off.
I had a plan. The plan was to run the first two miles at a good pace to get ‘time in the tank’ and to give me confidence that I could attain a ‘good for Shaz’ time. The first two miles went well, I managed the required pace. Then it was time to rein it in a bit for the next 12 miles. Erm this part did not work so well! Things went badly at mile 10 really. I felt cold (not due to going slow, thanks Mum though for suggesting this!) I was goose bumpy and the legs decided they had had enough. From then on it was a slog, not helped by a couple of inclines, it took all my mental stubbornness not to walk.
The end came, four minutes later than I wanted, four minutes later than last year, but four minutes earlier than Cardiff Half the first.
Things I have learnt
- I need another plan for the next half in two weeks time
- My Garmin helps me when I am running well, but hinders me when things go pear shaped
- Pack my own drink for after the run £3 is a stupid amount of money to spend on an orange juice
- Getting my head in shape needs to be a priority
- Last year when I ran Cardiff I wast training for a marathon, my long runs need to be longer.
- Watching Cardiff nightlife is better than any reality show ever
- Blogging has brought some great running friends in to my life (to be fair I knew this already, but meeting up just reinforced it!)
- Doing my best does not always meet my goal, I need to be satisfied with my best.
- A meringue can be too big