However, I was "only" going to be doing the run on the Sunday as a part of my longer distance running training. The plan was to run "comfortably" after the last few runs that haven't been so great, and hike hills if they were hard.
So that's what I set out to do.
We walked to the run start for the 10am start, expecting a mostly overcast, warmish day. The sun blazed down on us in our vests and shorts and I thought; "OK, I'm gonna burn to a crisp!". The gun went off and off we trundled over the line. We decided to stay together through the twisty, narrow town section and then see what happened after that. MrTOTKat was on a pacing strategy he was trying out for the Ironman later in the year; run 9 mins, walk 1 min. I was on "run comfortably". So we stayed together for a bit until I didn't want to walk when the beeps for MrTOTKat to start walking happened, and I pulled ahead. As all the runners passed through the section of town near the station, we could smell some absolutely divine curry and there were plenty of comments about it amongst us.
I needed a wee from the first km. Damn. Thankfully in the 4th km there were public loos that loads of people were diving into, so I took advantage and was relieved to do so! MrTOTKat had overtaken me in that time (11 seconds!) and it took me a good 2km to catch up with him again. The terrain had been mentioned in the race briefing at the start and we were expecting quite some incline to get up to the Ridgeway... and there it came! Time to power walk and fly past people who were walking normally up it :o)
It was a good learning experience to power walk/hike up the steep hills as, though my heart rate stayed roughly the same as if I was running, it used different muscles and allowed for stretching out my calves and achilles which I think made a big difference later on in the race.
MrTOTKat and I saw each other a few more times during the race, I was surprised a couple of times as I thought I was pulling away more and more and in the end it turned out I was.
After the first hour of running I really felt great. I started to run up inclines I'd normally use as an excuse to walk, and it felt easy. It felt awesome. I was absolutely loving it! And my heart rate was a lot better controlled than in Rotterdam, where it dropped off like a stone and I felt awful. I got to about 16 miles in and thought that things were going nicely and if they still were at 20, I'd think about what to do at the finish in terms of meeting up with MrTOTKat. He'd mentioned it might be nice to cross the line together and as our strategies and aims for the day were different, I thought it might not happen. So, I decided that if he hadn't caught me again by 23 miles, I'd walk from there until he did, so we could cross the line together. I'd've ticked the boxes I wanted to tick in terms of objectives by then, and had absolutely nothing to prove. The hardest thing would be letting people I'd stormed past in the last few miles, just go past me as I sauntered.
I carried on trucking, running up hills and down them, passing lots of people; power walking up only two more hills and finally coming to a really really mean downhill section at around the 22 mile point where I heard a guy just ahead of me shouting "this is the 1 in 4 bit!". At this point, that sort of downhill was pretty harsh on the knees and I found it a bit hard and a bit painful.
|Nasty little descent!|
Soon after that was the 23 mile marker where I said I'd start walking if MrTOTKat hadn't caught me by then. And he hadn't. So I sauntered really really gently. In my head I was a bit worried that he might have blown up somewhere or got hurt (I'd heard two ambulances in the distance behind), so I wanted to give him as much time as possible. I got loads of comments from people jogging past me "almost there love, keep going!". Mentally, that's really heard to hear when you're feeling pretty fresh and perky and perfectly capable of overtaking them and running happily to the finish. After a few minutes of walking, I came across a couple of marshalls at a corner sheltered from the breeze, so I decided to stop with them and wait where I shouldn't get too cold.
|Pretty course profile - blimmin' lovely to run|
Happily, I didn't have long to wait before the fluorescent orange vest of MrTOTKat hove into view and we trotted off together on his continuing run/walk strategy to the end.
As we crossed the roundabout at the bottom of the last hill into Tenby, we came across another chap who chatted with us a little and as we started running again at the top he happened to mention we were 5 minutes to the 5 hour time boundary, so we picked things up a bit. The final little run into Tenby, we weren't sure we'd quite make the 5 hours, but then realised that we had time to cross the timing mat at the start so the time on the pace car wasn't quite right for us and we started to sprint through town, giggling like kids. It was great fun! We were loving it! And as we hit the red carpet, MrTOTKat grabbed my hand and we ran hand-in-hand along the red carpet at full tilt and over the line - hard to do, but awesome fun!
We crossed the line in 04:59:49! Not that it matters, but it was such great fun sprinting through town for the last few hundred meters. The time was utterly immaterial to me due to the plan for the day and what I decided to do at 23 miles in. I thoroughly enjoyed the course (despite it being 100% on road). I thoroughly enjoyed the brilliant local support; as ever the people of Pembrokeshire are brilliant when it comes to supporting hundreds of amateur athletes they don't know from Adam! I thoroughly enjoyed sticking to my plan, feeling awesome once I'd warmed up, drinking water when I felt thirsty, eating nothing until after the race, sprinting through town at the end, easily running up hills I'd normally use as an excuse to walk and crossing the line with my sweetie. I also love that the pace was only a couple of seconds per mile slower than at the London Ultra in 2013 when I was fitter, running faster in general, 4kg lighter and better at sucking up pain, but hurt quite a bit towards the end of it compared with this race where I had no pain in my quads at all.
The pink highlighted section is the race itself on this graph. The massive drop off in heart rate towards the end is the 23 mile point where I walked then stopped and waited, and you can see the lovely sprint finish to a peak of 180BPM at the end very clearly!
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