A day off work today was preceeded by a day plus of panic, travel and a race around the city of London.
A day that commenced as usual with a 6am ride into work (16 miles at a touch slower pace than the earlier part of the week but still decently inside the hour mark…the decent balance of speed and retaining some freshness for the day) followed by some mania in trying to cram a day into a shortened period to allow leaving to occur somewhere near 2.30 to get home for a trip to London.
All went reasonably to plan. I was contemplating getting the train back home as rain showers drifted through but left at the planned time to allow 70 minutes to get home, change and leave for the 4.03 train. Jogblog had decided to pull out of Crisis due to feeling completely out of energy but I hoped I might persuade her along and, 51 minutes of pedalling later, managed to do just that.
It meant getting her packed, made-up and hair sorted before catching the 4.33 train instead but I didn’t want to either sit on the train alone or for her to miss Crisis, an event she’s done since starting running several millenia ago and thus something she’s long looked forward to.
I didn’t know whether to look forward to it or not – 31.5 miles on the racer followed by 2 miles to the station on the BMX made for legs as weary as a weary thing, hoping that an hour on the train and a mile walk to Paternoster Square might ease the tightness out of them.
Well they weren’t too bad as JB and I arrived and met with Eatingtrees and Hauling My Carcass before a good chat and a little stretch and a small lie-down for a Crisis photo opportunity made us get into a disorganised start group guessing how fast the runners around us were depending on the optmism of the individual. Having had to watch the run last year while still nursing my fractured shin, being in amongst it felt really good, though.
And then, unusually for Crisis, we were off on time.
An unruly rabble of red shirts (with surprisingly high numbers of non-event sponsored shirts this year) pacing away from the start made a bottleneck so large that, despite being near the pointy end of the field, the Garmin paused as I waited for the queue on the steps to the river. I’d forgotten auto pause was on the Garmin until then. That’ll teach me to check the settings more often!.
Basically my guess as to fatigue and speed and how to do the run was to set out and get a clear path so I could decide how ruined I was as the outing progressed. Selfish but I could always let people pass.
Well the theory wasn’t bad. A perfect evening for a jog saw the London sights ease by. The large ferris wheel is always a nice landmark to pass, the river crossings are a treat and the sea of red shirts looks brilliant as you look upon it from the higher bridges and opposite sides of the river.
A fast-ish first mile was comfortable enough; an odd (but not too uncommon on pacier runs) stitch type thing as a band across my middle (between stomach and chest) around 2 to 2.5 miles was uncomfortable but easy to run through without too much bother, a bit of banter with fellow runners about pacing and wondering how far it would be this year lead to an exasperated cry from one bloke at 2 miles being in despair he was only half-way-ish and worry from another that he was on 5k pace and wouldn’t last (upon which he went rapidly backwards…the result of a worried mind, despite him not puffing particularly hard compared to those around) made the outing far more than just a jog around the block.
A welcoming Millenium Bridge saw the finish come along all too soon and my measured distance of 4.17 miles tallies with Grant’s Garmin perfectly (after his silly Km things are converted up!) so I’ll settle with that as the distance. Despite the stitch type thing and being on 34 mile old legs for the day at the start (over 130 miles for the week since Monday), my minute mile pace average of 6.58mins per mile (6.52 on SportTracks for some odd reason) is quite pleasing. Something to take into the next race and build on, for sure. It’ll all depend on how my foot takes to increasing distance, I guess, but on the showing of a day of rest and a run after, hopefully it will continue to hold on ok.
Pizza followed. Another beer and a train journey and a cycle home (2 miles after midnight…does that count as Friday Juneathon?!) and some sleep and, having blogged, it’s now time to put up a scaffold tower and repair the tv aerial. Hopefully without Rod Hull style consequences.
931.08 miles to go.
19.65 Juneathon running miles.
238.55 Juneathon cycling miles.
And a long weekend for some rest.