Despite the miles seemingly going into reverse and my 2011 mile challenge slowing to a crawl (partly owing to my slackness at failing to take the Garmin everywhere with me), I’ve finally done it!
Intending to go out over the weekend, I would have achieved the goal earlier but a couple of distractions stood in the way of me and the trainers (or the pedals, come to that), and following hot on the heels of a decent hill repeat session on Wednesday last week (things have been so busy, even the blog has taken a back seat), another fast run has seen me over the line at last.
Wednesday’s run was a bit of a bitsa. I got as far as the railway crossing only for it to be down, so I got frustrated and instead of looping around the local estate (local to Rye, that is), I simply turned for home and ran back up the hill toward site. But instead of stopping when I got there, I started some hill repeats. A 1.25 mile warm-up seemed to do the trick initially; instead of doing my pyramid session, I headed for the bottom of the hill and turned back up at the 50m mark from before to create a 200m uphill sprint without the slightly flatter first bit. And as far as blowing my lungs out, 4 repeats of this with an extra loop of the site (now the road is open for residents instead of being a dead-end), it seemed to do the trick.
But by the weekend I was hankering for a run, feeling strong and healthy. But it wasn’t to be.
So I promised myself a 6 miler this evening and stuck to my plans.
Again, Rye proved to be uninspiring but workmanlike. I avoided the hill up towards Playden, instead running toward Winchelsea until the lights ran out. Then I went another quarter of a mile in the dark, just to see how dark it was. Very was the answer. When the cars aren’t passing, the white line is so obliterated it’s a case of stumbling on (I hadn’t planned the route, so didn’t take my head torch) until another car comes along. Which is usually on high beam, just to blind you and make the dark afterwards seem so much blacker.
But it made a change. And Rye needs a change. So when I headed back and then out around to the Brookland road, I simply did more of the same. Ran unitl I ran out of streetlights, plodded on a few steps further and returned for home.
Oddities in my pace seem to be light-inspired. A fast downhill first mile (6.50) was followed by a slacker, flatter second (7.02), a flat, slack, into a slight breeze third (7.10), a “yippee, I’ve headed for home” inclusive of turnaround 4th (7.04), a flat, breeze, assisted 5th (6.55), rounded out by a heavily uphill 6th, headed for home and glad it was all over (6.52 pace, which amazes me considering the hill – not a slope, I was merely feeling frisky and fresh so I bounded up it).
And somewhere a quarter of a mile from home, at 7 minute mile pace up hill and feeling like I wanted dinner, I passed the 2011 mile banner with neither banner, fanfare nor knowledge that I had achieved my goal anywhere in my thoughts.
That came later.
The running’s feeling good. No injuries is ace. Not having a race target is nice, but I need to sign up to something soon to see me through the winter in a motivated style.
And I need a new challenge for next year. 2012 miles? Seems a slack, unoriginal ploy really. Despite this one only really having been swung by Juneathon and some crazy cycle commutes. Maybe an average mile challenge, to level the year out and keep me honest.
Or maybe more time decorating the house and making it more of a home, less a DIY project that needs finishing, not excuses why I haven’t…
0.25 miles too far…Yay!