Rob's Running Blog

BUPA Great Manchester Run 2009 Race Report

Well, I had been really looking forward to this, and been training well, with 5k PB’s and all sorts, so had some confidence that I could go sub 50, although I knew it might be a bit tough due to the 33,000 strong field.

The race came at the back of an emotional week, with a few things going on – have started the clearout operation at my mum’s house, which is proving to be a mammoth task, and just lots of little emotional bursts at having to throw things out, finding old notes/letters etc, so I have been carrying that around in my head, but felt quite chilled on the eve of the race. Had also been feeling a bit run down with some spots and a mouth ulcer developing – despite eating well and taking the usual multivitamins. Last pre-race run was a bad ‘un, did 5k in 29 minutes and felt awful, but that’s happened before and resulted in PB on race day so I didn’t worry about it too much.

Didn’t get to bed too early, then was up before 7am, felt groggy but that’s not unusual for me at that time of the morning! Unfortunately I also woke up with a tongue the colour of a brand new cricket ball, felt a bit sore as well, so used some mouthwash after a breakfast of peanut butter on toast. Walked the dog then got my kit on, made sure I had my chip around my ankle then went to get te bus. It felt a bit chilly, but was warm on the bus. I holed up at Piccadilly rail station for a bit to keep warm, plenty of other runners around, but no real opportunity to jog for a warm up. Used loos etc – an old lady asked me if I could stay and listen out for the phone for her, as she was waiting for a call, then she asked if there was a first aid man about to check her blood pressure as she was getting stressed out waiting for this call. I hope she got the call, but I had to leave, lol.

So I went to join my wave, jogging from the station to Portland Street, and they were doing the mass warm up. I jogged on the spot a bit, but felt a twinge in my shoulder area, think I have a bit of a strained muscle there. In any case, as we moved forward I ended up next to a person dressed as a big teddy bear – I automatically thought “Wait till I tell mum about the teddy bear…” as she always used to like the fancy dress element on the TV, then of course I realised I couldn’t share such things ever again and the waterworks started up a bit so good job I had the shades on In any case, I steeled myself and off we went, a long walk to reach the start line and then people around me broke into a jog. Great atmosphere as usual!

I felt a bit crowded in at first, and was zigzagging and dashing to make headway, although I felt being kept in check for the first few k might actually do me good and save a bit for the second half. So I went over the first k in 5:08 which was pretty slow but not too much to catch up if I was to get a sub 50. As we headed onto the long road out of the city, I started to get really bad pins and needles in my hands, have no idea why, maybe it was a by-product of adrenaline, as I had felt pretty nervous and pumped up about the occasion at the start. This did go, and I felt ok, and at 4k I put in what was to be the fastest kilometre of the course at 5:02. I was getting hot but not too breathless, and bypassed the water stations, but thereafter I was totally stuck in 3rd gear and couldn’t find anything else, I put on some bursts of what felt like speed but couldn’t keep it going. I thought if I could see the last 3k as a time trial and blast through them I could make up the time (I was way off the intended pace by then) but I had nothing left and by the time I was in the finishing straight I was pretty much dragging myself along and just wanted to get it over and done with. My shiny left Adidas Supernova had been dyed red by blood, the sock was soaked with the stuff, think a little nail was digging in to the toe next to it – have run quite a bit in the shoes and done a race before without problems, looks like this just wasn’t my day all round!

According to the Garmin it was 52:53ish for 10.1k, will see what the chip time is but not really bothered – I felt half dead going through the finishing funnel. Not sure what’s going on as that’s 2 races on the trot where my time has got progressively slower after a good PB, don’t know if it’s just been the hard week, or whether the red tongue and stuff is just a sign I have picked something up and am not fully fit tho I don’t feel ill (although throat is starting to get sore now) – certainly I know I can run much better than that, but I couldn’t find my top gear at all today. I don’t know if it was because I couldn’t find my own rhythm early on as I was having to slow down with walkers in front of me, then sprint-dash around them when space allowed – probably a bunch of factors that didn’t allow me to run at the pace I know I can.

Still I enjoyed the day out and the atmosphere and raised a few quid for Marie Curie. The day didn’t end up so bad – in fact it’s not every day you run in the same race with Haile Gebreselassie, then get to watch Usain Bolt and Christine Ohuruogu race, and end up with high fives off Usain Bolt, who had just recorded the fastest ever speed recorded by a human in running the fastest 150 metres time in history as part of the Manchester Great City Games 2009

Bolt even made the rain stop when he was due to come out to run – respect!

I have entered plenty of other races so I have to come good in one of them sooner or later for that sub 50.

Bolton 10k 2009 Race Report – a sunny 51:12

My preparations for this race had not been the best, what with bereavement, a funeral, wills and all sorts of correspondence! Had managed less than 10 miles a week the previous 2 weeks, so had decided to just run the first half of the race easy, then see how I felt.

I was up early to a glorious looking day, and walked the dog – it felt decidedly chilly but the rising sun suggested it could get very warm while running. I had to be in Bolton for the 9am start, and also had to collect my number and timing chip, so had booked a cab with plenty of time to spare. I always seem to get the same driver early on Sundays and sure enough he turned up, and remembered the last time he drove me out to the Boggart Chase 10k, which had also been a nice day. We chatted as his sat nav took us along the shortest route. Got to Bolton in plenty of time; a couple of online friends from a running forum, Dawn and Neil were in the race so I was looking out for them but couldn’t spot them. I got a locker ok and located several lineups for toilets before finding a less well known one hidden away! Nobody seemed to know where the start was, but eventually droves of people were heading in one direction. I ran around a bit for a warm up and then it was time to line up. I had a few things going around in my head, but felt quite good.

The gun went off, and off we went. I spotted Louise Gilchrist in front of me and decided to keep her in my sights as I know she’s a 50ish 10ker (at 76!). I did the first k in 5:01, then there was a bit of a hill which I attacked, and I was feeling good, but determined not to push too hard too soon. It was starting to feel warm and Louise had pulled away into the distance somewhere, but I kept to my own pace and was running around 5 minute k’s. About 4 or 5 k’s though I seemed to slow to 5:20, and at the 5k mark I decided to push harder, producing a 4:49, I overtook quite a few people, and had caught up to Louise by the time we reached the big hill at 6k (it hadn’t seemed to steep driving up it in the taxi!) – it took it out of my legs a bit but I refused to stop. Louise took a little breather, and I overtook her, and felt good when I crested the hill – until this marvellous lady came flying past me again! The downhill stretch was a relief but I was starting to tire and can’t remember much about the last 2k apart from this chap cheering me on, I had no idea who he was at the time, didn’t even really know who I was (it was actually Neil one of the online people!). By the time I got onto the athletics track for the finish, I had nothing left for a sprint and just kind of stumbled over the line. I certainly felt the lack of miles in my legs by that point, and PBing off less than 10 miles a week is not going to keep happening. But my time wasn’t bad at all in the context of my other times, at 51:12 it wasn’t far off my PB and with some proper training in coming weeks, I am going to smash that 50 minute barrier soon!

Afterwards I cheered on some of the later runners and Neil came and found me, then we went and cheered Dawn in. It was really good to meet a couple of other runners I had only been in touch with through email, and they are thoroughly lovely people. I went off to wait for my taxi and they offered me a lift, but I doubt the taxi driver would have been pleased as I hadn’t paid him for the trip yet and he knows where I live! He did turn up a little late but got me home safely, and I relaxed for the rest of the day. I will certainly revisit the Bolton 10k next year, and look forward to more races and better times

Salford 10k – 50:36 PB – For Mum!

Well I had a race report here, but it vanished

I posted it on a forum though so it can be read at:

http://www.runnersforum.co.uk/10k-5-miles/7606-salford-10k-2009-race-report.html

Mizuno Trafford 10k March 2009 – sunny – 53:11

My first race back since that horrible injury, and what a glorious day for it! The sun was out, it was really spring like, although decidedly chilly early on.  I arrived in good time and found a locker, stowed my jumper away and soaked up a bit of the atmosphere, and it didn’t seem long before we were lining up at the start.

One runner went over in the melee at the beginning, I tried to keep a very sedate and conservative pace, thought I was running excruciatingly slowly and in fact did the first k in 5:11!  Settled into a nice rhythm and felt good at 2k, then at 4, and just pushed the slightest bit, overtaking a few runners at a time, but not trying to go for broke.  It was lovely and sunny. At one point heard a shotgun go off, or it may have been a vehicle backfiring!

At 5k was feeling good even though my split was 27:00 – pretty fast for me recently for a 5k on its own! But I still kept finding a little bit more and sped up, overtaking more runners as we reached the last few kilometres.  By the last K I was starting to hurt a bit, but put on a burst of speed and kept it going until the finishing line, clocking 53:11 with the Garmin. On a day where I thought a sub 55 might just be possible, that represented a fantastic time for me – only a minute or so off my course time last September, which I ran with a recent races and a lot more training under my belt.  With plenty of 10k’s coming up, the 50 minute barrier is now only a matter of time I feel!

Race Splits:

5:11
5:34
5:35
5:21
5:19
5:16
5:12
5:11
5:12
5:06

Average 5:18/k

It seems strange to me that I was trying to run pretty slow at the beginning, and trying to run as fast as I could at the end, but the splits are the two fastest, lol! But that’s running!

Photo Courtesy of Flaming Photgraphy Race Sponsored by Sweat Shop Hyde

Boggart Chase 10k Race – Hot & Sunny – 51m 40s PB!

This was a race I had been a bit apprehensive about, not least because I had been feeling so tired earlier in the week. I took 3 days off running to try to let my energy levels return to normal, and concentrated on some other stuff. I was also thinking the nature of the course (undulating) would prevent me from another PB, just when I was on a roll!

The race started at 11:15, so I had ordered my taxi for 10. I got there with plenty of time to spare and managed to locate the toilets. I also had chance to enjoy watching the 3k fun run for young athletes before getting myself geared up for the main event. I did some stretches and for a minute thought I had damaged my hamstring but it was just a spasm as I managed to go and jog around the track a few times, and after a few trips to the loo it was time to be under starters orders!

This was quite a small race compared to some I’ve done, so I milled around near the back of the pack as usual, and then the horn went. Starting off on the track was a bit confusing – we did 2 and a bit laps before heading off on to the road, so I asked this lady I was passing if it was all on the track, lol! I set off pretty slowly, trying not to go off madly, and just get into a rhythm, as I knew some hills were coming and didn’t want to blow up half way through the race. Off we went on to the road and things were already thinned out where I was. A veteran lady (Louise Gilchrist) I have seen at other races came past me, and we headed into the park, down something of a slope, as I clocked the first k in 4:39, and then another couple of ladies overtook me, then we reached the first hill, where I powered up and overtook the ladies and the veteran, and left them behind, as well as leaving behind some people who were clearly knackered by the top of the hill and I must admit my legs felt a bit wobbly, but I just carried on trying to maintain my pace. Weaving around the park was lovely, it was lovely and sunny but I was feeling pretty hot already, just kept reminding myself of all the training, and just to keep going.

Further on, the veteran lady and the other two ladies came past me again as we went round an out and back cone extension thing, and then we got to the biggest hill of the course and I took them again there and left them behind again. Just after the cone extension there were some small dogs wandering around off leads, the marshall nearby had obviously told this woman to leash them, because she was yelling, “Yeah, I’m selfish aren’t I, you miserable, nasty old bast&*$”. I’m sure she would have been delighted if a runner had run into one of the beasts injuring the thing. By that point I had been running sub 50 pace, my splits for the first 3-4 k were all under 5 minutes but the hills were double whammies – first slowing me going up them, and then the sapping effect they had on legs and energy, so about k’s 6. 7 and 8 I lost quite a bit of time. I kept digging deep, and there were some people in the distance in front of me who I caught over the last 2k. The ladies and veteran caught me again, but I left them on the hill again, and thereafter I overtook some people and there was one chap I clung to like glue but he still passed the line a second before me – the hills had taken it out of my legs, and although I was motoring the last 200m, I couldn’t really call it a sprint! I stopped the Garmin at 51:40 – and was amazed that I had had taken a chunk off my PB again – when the last PB was gained on a flat PB course in perfect conditions

My Garmin went a bit haywire in the last 2k – it was clocking k’s just shy of the markers all the way round, and then towards the end it showed 8.4k, and next time I looked it had gone down to 8.27, and was stuck at 8.5 when I went past the 9k marker. Figure it must have been the extesive foliage overhead, as I don’t have a supersensitive GPS model, just the old Forerunner 101! Still, it did me good for the time and the early splits – I know now on a flat course, I can run sub 50 pace for the first 5k, and without hills to sap my speed and energy, I feel confident I could maintain that for another 5k. Now I just need another 10k race, but there may not be one until the spring, so it’s time to look at my winter strategy and I aim to smash through 50 minutes first race back next season

Mizuno Trafford 10k Sept 2008 – Cold – 51m 57s PB!

The Mizuno Trafford 10k.

After an easy training week, I had nonetheless been feeling tired in the week and over the weekend, so it was with some trepidation that I rose at 7am on Sunday morning and got ready for this race. After such a good PB in my last race, I was wondering if I could repeat such feats, and was even dreaming of a sub 50. I looked out and the weather was blessed – cold and wet!

My taxi arrived and off I went on a 20 mile Odyssey to Partington on the other side of Manchester. Had a chat with the taxi driver, and then was mostly quiet. Arrived at Partington Leisure Centre in plenty of time and had leisure to find the few toilets and the start, then soaked up the atmosphere and jogged around a bit to get warmed up.

The lineup was a bit chaotic at first, I thought we were starting at a gate, but we needed to exit the gate and then line up facing the right way (I know what I mean!). I was fairly near the back, but this has worked for me in the past. Off went the horn and off everyone went, although it took me a small while to actually reach the start line. It was all pretty crowded at first and I felt I was going slowly, so darted about a bit to get some clear road. The plan had been to start off quite slowly, about 5:10 per k, and slowly build up. I did feel I was going slowly, but the Garmin clicked over 1k in 4:30 – way too fast. But then it was another 30-40 seconds of running before the official 1k marker came up, and I thought oh no, it’s like the City of Manchester 10k all over again – that time the discrepancy between my Garmin and the markers had really messed me up, but experience must have helped this time, and I thought I would just run to the Garmin and then see what the time was at the end. So I kept going, and slowed noticeably according to the Garmin, although I didn’t feel I was going that much slower. In the early stages a few people overtook me and I overtook quite a few, a lot of the way it was fairly even. A couple did overtake me very early on and I kept them in my sights, they never got out of sight, at least! I was glad when 5k came up and I kept trying to at least not lose pace even if I didn’t feel I could increase it – I was feeling frustrated because the sense of ease I had felt in my last race wasn’t coming and I knew I would have to push my legs hard all the way to the end.

At about 8k I caught up the small group that had overtaken me earlier, and bided my time, hanging on their shoulder. At 9k, my legs were feeling heavy and I was breathing hard, but I found something within me to accelerate past them and one or two others as well, and when I looked back they weren’t going to catch me, even though I had started hurting by then and wondering if my legs were going to give out under me as I sprinted hard for the finish! I overtook another lady, and then this other lady grabbed her child from the crowd and started doing a victory approach with him, which was touching. I almost kind of let them win, but sprinted past them on the line, not because I wanted to beat them, but to get as fast a time as possible. I had not been convinced I was even on PB pace (by 5 KM I knew I would struggle to do a sub 50 for sure), but after a fumble with the Garmin which stop-started it instead of stopping it, I came out with a time of 51:57 – almost another minute off my PB of a few weeks ago, and the Garmin said I completed 10.2k as well (in which case I would have passed 10k at 51:05 according to my lap counter!). My official time was 52:08, but it took 11 seconds after the horn to actually reach the start line!

So having done a number of races, some are spot on with the Garmin, others I seem to end up running over distance – but it’s just one of those things. The sure thing is, even though I found this race harder than the last one, I in fact ran a whole minute faster than the last one – maybe that’s why it hurt! But that 4:30 start off pace needs working down, unless I can work out a way to start off like that and keep it going

Birchwood 10k Road Race – 52m 49s PB!

This was my fourth race, and like the last one it was a fair distance to travel, although this time I was using a combination of bus and train!

I got up early and set off after forcing some breakfast down. It was a really cold morning (surprisingly cold for August – I could swear the cars along a road I walked actually had ice on the windows) although the sun was out. I got to Oxford Road Station in plenty of time and hopped on the Liverpool bound train (although had a dodgy moment when the doors wouldn’t open and everyone was wondering what was going on!), then got off at Birchwood. By now it was raining and looking pretty overcast and miserable – awful for hanging around in, but I figured it would be good for running in! I could already see a few runners warming up, including one or two faces I was sure I’d seen before at recent races!

I had a wander round and went in the Birchwood shopping centre to try to keep warm, before spotting a Marshall and finding out where the start line was. I started warming up with a little jog and some stretches then made a last trip to the loo before assembly at the start. I tried not to get too near the front, there were quite a lot of runners, I think I was about half way back from the front. Being a fledgling, I find it quite psychologically damaging during a race if loads of people are going past me. Just makes me feel slow, so I tend to quicken up when I shouldn’t – and early on that can cripple me for the later sections of the race!

Anyway the horn went, and everyone surged forward – then stopped – then started again! I don’t know what that was about, really! But then I was off, and the amount of people around meant I was forced to start of pretty damn slowly – but that was a good thing for me! I took it really easy up to about 3k, but was still overtaking people, and getting overtaken by one or two, until everyone was evened out into their own pace and race. I felt far too comfortable at 3k, so accelerated and started overtaking people – I felt really good, although at the back of my mind wondered if I was going off too quickly. Still, I felt good, and checked the Garmin at 5k and saw I had done the first 5k in just under 25 minutes. I thought I was going way too fast, as that was going to hurt later on, as I was already starting to feel it – so I went into a gentler pace for a couple of k, tucking in behind two runners who seemed to be going at a nice gentle pace, and forcing myself not to overtake them – but once I had recovered I sped up once again, and other people were going quicker now too – then at about 7 or 8k there was this pretty steep hill. I remembered thinking about the hill I run up in training, it was nowhere near that bad, and I was already going, so I pushed on up the hill and must have taken 20 people there, a woman was making quite a noise, so I turned and asked her if she was OK before I sped on (she said she was) – talk about role reversal from my last race where I was the one wincing! I managed to keep going, although the hill did take it out of my lungs a bit – and then a bit later on there was another hill! I kept going though, playing cat and mouse with this guy in joggers – I had overtaken him way back, only for him to overtake me, then vice versa (although he beat me in the end!). I was hurting a bit by the 9k mark but not suffering too badly so I just tried to give as much as I could as I knew the end was in sight, and hopefully a PB, when I saw the finish arch I just went as fast as I could, for the first time I had a tiny bit left for a sprint finish and didn’t slow down until I was over the line! I stopped my Garmin and had done 52:50 – almost 2 minutes quicker than my previous race PB, and my Garmin had clocked an extra 100 metres with all the weaving and turns. My official time ended up being 52:49

This race, put on by Spectrum Striders Running Club was very friendly and extremely well organised – especially bearing in mind it was run on roads which weren’t fully closed off – they marshalls etc did a

fantastic job of keeping the runners and the traffic moving At the end there were children holding out flowers, but I didn’t know if they were meant for me! However I did appreciate the luxury bath towel I was given – it was bloody useful for keeping a bit warmer, as I had to wrap it round me on the way home – now it will take pride of place in my bathroom! As usual I went to the finish line and clapped in all the others still running – I will always do this when I can (although will keep a better eye on the clock next time as I missed the 11:49 train and had to wait for for 12:37 back to Manchester!)

Although only my fourth race, the experience of the first three helped a lot – I was much better able to switch gears, alternating between full race pace and cruise pace, and also felt much more aware of how I felt and knew when I was able to give more or was giving too much – and also managed to set off more gently to warm up better for the later stages instead of being spent! All in all very pleased – now I am going to put the work in to get that sub 50

Moonraker 10k – Middleton, Manchester – 54:58/55:06

To begin with, I still have no idea why this event is called the Moonraker 10k – and forgot to ask somebody before or after! Certainly, I didn’t see James Bond or see any moon buggies (although was very nearly hallucinating by the end of the race!)

When I got up, it was clear it was going to be a very hot and sunny day, like yesterday – and because the summer hasn’t been that great or hot so far, I have not had much chance to run in such conditions to get used to it, so it was probably a good idea that I had a little run yesterday. As always, when I was getting ready and waiting for my taxi, I questioned why I was doing this at all – dragging myself out of bed, to go out and run 6.2 miles on a blisteringly hot day! Still, the taxi was booked, which made it difficult to back out now! So my driver turned up outside the house, and we set off making small talk about running. As usual, I had allowed far too much time, so I arrived at Bowlee country park in Middelton, north Manchester with plenty of time to spare, but it was nice to be there and find time to relax and soak up the atmosphere – and make sure I stayed in the shade, and found the toilets! I also made sure I covered myself in sun screen, and applied a little extra just before the start.

The start was pretty informal, it seemed to be a lot of people milling about, then suddenly the horn went and we were off! I started off somewhere near the back, which was my plan for this run and it was quite a sedate pace back there and I was overtaking a few people and feeling pretty comfortable, although not getting carried away, and thought everything was great. Certainly I felt much better than I had on yesterday’s preparation run. After 1k I started to find my own pace and was feeling fine as the runners spread out more. The other 2 races I’ve done were so crowded, I was always either overtaking or being overtaken, but after not too long I had my own space in this one, and tried to just settle into a rhythm as we covered some trails through the country park. Then the route left the park and into a Middleton council estate, which involved the main incline of the course, a long climb up a road through the estate. This had been mentioned in a previous race review that I’d read, but I think I underestimated it. I could see this hill stretching up into the distance and could even see people walking further up – in fact, I was overtaking people, several of whom were walking up it – I never saw most of them again, although it was a bit annoying that some people walked up the hill and I passed them, then they came sprinting past me on the downhill bits later! With hindsight maybe they had the right strategy, but I had this attitude that the hill wasn’t going to beat me and I wasn’t going to slow down too much – which was probably my main mistake of the race, as my pace up the hill was kind of what destroyed me as I got further into the race. Rather than try to pick up pace after this hill and take advantage of the downhills, I just had to coast on the downhill bits and try to recover! The hill came at about 2k into the race – it normally takes me 3-4k to settle into a comfortable place and get flowing; I think I ended up with some serious oxygen debt too early, which disrupted me for the rest of the race and led to quite a bit of physical and mental pain

My Garmin was spot on with the Kilometre markers (at the City of Manchester 10k it always seemed to be counting 1100 metres for every kilometre, although more or less levelled out to normal by the end!). In this race, I didn’t feel that I was running an extra 100m every kilometre so at least didn’t have that going on in my head! But the hill, like I said earlier, had done some damage, and I felt like packing in and walking at times, it was just so hot and I was breathing so hard, and every time I saw another incline I almost despaired! But I just kept pushing myself, although I was actually wincing with the pain of it after 6k – a female runner turned round and asked me if I was OK at one point and I really appreciated that, although didn’t have the breath to explain much to her, although I did stay with her pretty much until near the end and we exchanged well done’s at the finish

I felt I was really plodding after 6k, although I did overtake one or two runners who’d started to struggle too, and I was probably going a bit slower to make sure I wouldn’t have to endure the frustration of blowing up. I really struggled mentally between 7-9k, tormenting myself with visions of the oasis of the finish line! Then I got to the 9k and I could see the area where we’d started, and assumed that was the finish too, and I felt I could manage to add just a little extra pace in the knowledge that I would be finishing soon, even though I knew I would not be breaking any personal bests today (at least it seemed unlikely according to my Garmin!) – so I overtook this guy who was in front of me and off I went, and reached the start line area – only to be told by a marshall the finish was another 450 metres, round another big bend! I could have sworn I had run 2k since the 9k marker, not one, and certainly thought I had run more than 500metres – but Garmin and marshall agreed with each other! I was tiring badly now and started swearing at myself! I could see the finish line, but 100 metres was starting to feel like torture – and by the time I staggered to the line with nothing left at all, the guy I had overtaken around 9k came running past me, – well done him, it was all a bit tortoise and hare! Wish I had just paced that last k a little better or had more of an idea where the finish line was going to be! I clocked 54:58 with my Garmin, with official time 55:06 (although I had started at the back of the field so that added the extra 8 seconds from gun time!). As I went through the funnel, a lovely little girl came and handed my my t-shirt, and I went to get some water as I slowly got my breath back and started the road to recovery!

With hindsight, I am pleased with the time, although wasn’t really thrilled at the time and felt pretty exhausted on finishing. In my favour, I had the heat and the inclines to deal with, both of which affected my pace, so the fact I was only 30 seconds off my PB was really good – I reckon in flat, cool conditions I would have smashed my PB. I talked to more experienced runner after the race, and he said it was pretty much the hardest run he had done with the heat and the hills. So I can take some comfort from that, and in all it was good experience – and getting experience of different conditions and race terrains is going to help me a lot in future (assuming I continue with this crazy hobby!). I now know I need to do a bit more hill work, in case any hills crop up in future races, as for the weather, well, I will just have to play that by ear, as it is generally so unpredictable in the UK – at least I have no plans to do Marathons in Arizona or other absurdly hot places!

And now I have done a few races, I will at least have some “course PBs” to aim for next year – so I will be able to do the Moonraker 10k again in 2009, and see if I can smash the time (although who knows, maybe it will be raining for the next one!) – maybe I will even find out why it is called the Moonraker! If you know, do post a comment!

The main thing for me is, I really, really wanted to stop, I felt like I was dying in the latter stages, but I didn’t quit, and faced up to the challenge, gritted my teeth and just kept going – and really, underneath it all, that is what it’s all about for me

City of Manchester 10k Road Race – Cold – 54m 36s PB

The City of Manchester 10k at the Regional Athletics Stadium, Sportcity, East Manchester – only my second race ever, had done well in training so thought I would do really well, so here is the story!

Got up really early, as I had a taxi booked for 8am to get to Sportcity in East Manchester in plenty of time. The weather looked really cold and overcast, so I was wondering if I would get soaked before even starting, as I just turned up already changed for the race.

Got there and things were a bit quiet as I was quite early, but there were a few other runners wandering around. I went into the complex/warm up track behind the stadium and it was warmer in there and I located the toilets – important, as nerves seem to make me want to keep using the loo, so wanted to make sure I didn’t get caught short on the starting line.

I did some stretches and did a lap round the warmup track, but not too much, then after a last nip to the loo made my way out on to the track and walked round a few times, doing some stretches, then entered the starting lineup with a few minutes to go. I was fairly near the front, with hindsight it might have been an idea to go nearer the back.

Anyway, off we went, the race started by the Lord Mayor of Manchester, and raising money for the Cystic Fibrosis Trust. I was going to try to pace myself, but got a bit caught up at first, saw someone start walking almost as soon as we’d left the complex (not 100m covered) was surprised by that, but just tried to keep to my own pace, as I was both overtaking and being overtaken. I checked my Garmin, which had clocked 1.09km before the first official KM marker came into sight, and it was this that would play tricks on my mind during the race, as well as the people overtaking me.

I did manage to get into a rhythm, but was never really comfortable throughout the race, and was thankful that I’d stuck it out through a lot of hard training sessions, which gave me the endurance, and more importantly the mental toughness to keep going even when my legs and lungs were telling me they’d had enough! At one point a guy who must have been 30 years older than me (well maybe 25!) drew level with me, and just went past, I tried to keep with him, or at least keep him in sight, but he soon vanished, so I was left to pick off less speedy runners, at one point playing cat and mouse with a female runner, overtaking her, only for her to get her revenge a few minutes later! Well done that lady, but she did help me go a little faster for that stretch!

I was relieved to come round to the last KM marker and start the re-entry into the Regional Athletics Stadium at Sportcity, I tried to inject some extra pace and compete with the people sprinting towards the line but really had nothing left, I crossed the line and was glad to stop and get my breath back, before wandering off to get some water, my chip removed, and my goody bag! Once I had recovered a little I went to the stadium entry to clap in the rest of the runners, it brought a lump to my throat to see the sheer determination on their faces, they deserved a clap and cheer. And then this chap in a skeleton suit ran in, so I shouted “Go skeleton!” and he turned to me and said he was 18 stone when he started the race which gave me a chuckle

My chip time was 54:36, a definite and dramatic improvement from the 58:12 I ran in the BUPA Great Manchester Run on May 18th – but having run a little faster in training I though t the cool race conditions would drag me along to something much faster. So remains to be seen whether racing will actually make me run faster – although on a side note, my Garmin had clocked 10.2k, am not sure if that was inaccuracy, or because my weaving around the course, going wide etc, added that much extra distance – which at my pace is another minute.

I heard some good advice on http://runnersforum.co.uk though, which was not to compare race and training times too much, as the conditions are so different, what with having to overtake people etc.

All in all am pleased to have got a PB and broke 55 minutes – now the hard work begins to break 50, no idea if I can do much better than that, but it’s something to go for now and feel it is something within my abilities! Will just try to do it a minute at a time, and have my eye on a couple of races between now and the Great Yorkshire run in September.