So, it’s actually the 5th of the 5th as I type this – it appears that I have been very remiss in my blogging over the last few months – so I intend to get at least a few words down around the things happening – better late than never?
So the continuation of the half a month continues with the “local” half – Newport. I seem to remember that we had an easy night on the Saturday, but did stay in Bristol on the Friday night – although I cannot quite remember why.
Into Newport just in time on the Sunday morning, and as I queued in the wrong place for the start I realised that I really needed a weewee. And they are off – I went pretty speedily at first, trying to catch the pacer for 1:55, but I started in the 2:15 camp, so he was a little ahead. After about 4 miles I was almost near him, but found a toilet stop, and just had to. About 2 mins later I was back on the hunt – unfortunately never to catch him again.
The route was pretty good, through some of Newport, out to Carleon and then back along the river to Newport. As I have found with all of these runs, I feel great until just before double figures, then it starts to hurt. This time it was back in Newport and across the bridge – it seems that there wasn’t far to go, as the finish was just back across the river, but in actual fact it was 3 miles – this is where, even on a half I struggle a bit, I think it must be partially mental, and I do try to kid my brain into the fact that I am really doing a marathon, and this is only coming to half way – but it seems to know I am lying somehow!
Anywy, struggled the final 3 miles and with 2hr marker in my head I failed to break 120 minutes. I blame the hills on the track ;o)