The Grizzly is on the 13 March, that is 3 weeks away, the VLM is in the 24 April, that is ***** weeks away, lets not go there. They are coming round all too soon.
This weeks training has been tricky, hard to fit in and been completed without enthusiasm, I know not why!
Today I opted to run with company hoping it would help, in a share the misery type of way! A group from club were meeting for some training, they are a sensible bunch and have all entered the cub, which is half the miles of the full Grizzly. They were planning on running 9 miles, I needed to add 6 to this. After a perusal of the map, I hatched a plan to run on the coastal path (hard to get lost) for 3 miles, turn around and head back. Sorted. However my heart sunk when I parked up and realised I had opted to run up there…
as I knew we would be running this way with the club…
Deep breath in and off I set, running on the stoney beach (that’s how the Grizzly starts), pretty soon I was climbing up, at the end of the climb, was the golf course, with golfers. The path went straight across the fairway. Thanking my lucky stars that I had opted for the bright daughter-embarrassing-beanie-cap as head gear, but wishing I had the option of a tin helmet in my running headgear repartee, I crossed my fingers took my life in my hands and sped (slowly) across the grass.
Unfortunately due to coastal erosion the path ran out at 2 miles, this meant a detour back and a trot up a road to make up the required mileage. The views from the top were great though whilst I was there
I met up with the club runners fine, guzzled a gel and set off again, this time in the other direction. I am not going to lie, I found it tough today, with only three weeks till the Grizzly this was not a good thing.
Apprehension about the event not helped by this poster spotted on a post