And on to 2016

And it's time for that clichéd end of year post.  As usual, I've not much to share nor many I wish to share it with, but a public record of a few running commitments for next year may remind me to put in a little more effort on the various start lines throughout the year.

2015 has been a little variable.  A couple of injuries that felt significant but in reality meant 3-4 months in total of reduced running.  The year was still interspersed with a number of good events, a number of marathons, some on road, many on trail and a couple in the mountains of the Beacons.  These latter ones speak better to me.  Maintaining an even effort in difficult conditions works well for me, and although it is unlikely to put me near the front of any well attended race, these races allow me to test myself against similar runners in environments that leave me smiling after the finish.  And with these types of events in my mind, and closing out the year with relatively good fitness, I’ve put more than the usual effort into planning out 2016.  As well as picking out a few race series, I’ve a couple of bits of guidance, reminders and little challenges to complete.

• Goals:
• Might Contain Nuts Ultra series.  Four 42 mile runs in the Brecon Beacons.
• Go Beyond Ultra series.  Four races of lengths between 50 and 30 miles across England.
• Run Further Ultra series.  More complex requirements but three from twelve races.

• Guidance:
• 50+ miles per week – exceptions for the week before and after a goal race or when injured.
• At least one quality session per week – exceptions for two weeks after a goal race of when injured.

• Challenges:
• Run a mile each and every day.  No exceptions.  (I feel this will be the first thing to fall by the wayside.)
• Track mileage against the cycling of Andy Perry via Strava.  (Minor fun and will not impact training or racing.  Well, unless it is very close in December and then all bets are off.)

In terms of those goals, all of the must-do races are now booked.  There is the opportunity to run a couple of others in the Run Further series but I’ll leave those decisions until the year has started to pan out.

The most immediate focus is Country to Capital on Saturday 16^th January which seems a bit close now.  It will be my first time at the event and my knowledge is based mainly on a couple of blogs.  My key takeaways so far is that the second half is flat running alongside the canal and that many experienced ultra-runners still decided to set a 400 metre PB from the line to avoid congestion at an early gate.  I do not plan to get involved with the latter competition, but I’d like to have enough in the legs to benefit from 20 miles of flat path on the way into London.  We shall see.

100 Mile Failure - Lessons Learned

So, before putting this event behind me, stuff that worked and stuff that didn't.

Training:
I don't think I'd change much here.  The volume felt suitable and most of the terrain types fitted well for the event.  Big chunks of running offroad, practised walking of hills, pack on the back for the longer training efforts, shorter faster bits once or twice a week.  I'd maybe try and push those shorter, faster runs a little harder as I was generally holding back with the next days of long mileage in the back of my mind.  I'd probably throw in a few more races of varying distances, and actually race some of them rather than taking each of them at just a training pace.  The training had become a little boring by the end of the it and I felt I was spending as much time keeping on top of washing as I was advancing my ability to run long.  I would stick with the lose plan of two heavy weeks with a step back week to seperate into the next two heavy weeks which helped to keep my legs relatively fresh.  Fresh is subjective.  The big difference that would need to be made is to get more rest so that there is some excitement for the even, and possibly a little energy.

Kit:
Shoes: Salomon Speedcross 3.  So I've never exactly been in love with these shoes but they have always done the job.  They fit like a built up road shoe and their lugs deal with most mud.  Like most shoes I've tried, they're like ice skates when it comes to wet rock but so be it.  In this event, they didn't really provide the service I was looking for.  Having my feet move around during the first steep descent which then caused to insoles to bunch was not good mentally at such an early stage.  I think I know what has caused this.  I suspect the use of some thick SealSkinz socks for a couple of walks has probably stretched the upper.  I did manage to keep them in reasonable order for the rest of my shortened run, but with the vast amount of cold water that had soaked into the shoe from the start, there were warm spots about the base of the heel and some soreness on the achillles where the rear of the shoe had rubbed.  I'm not blaming the model of shoe for any of this as they have been solid, I'll probably pick up another pair as spares and relegate these to pseudo-walking shoes.  For running where serious lugs are required, I'll make sure to keep my Fellcross 2s to hand.  Lovely shoes.

Gaiters: Salomon Low Trail Gaiters.  Mixed bag.  They probably prevented me having to dive into an early bog to find my left shoe but did rub a little.  For their main purpose of keeping as much rubbish out of the shoe as possible, spot on.  I might investigate some other styles of gaiter but these were fine.

Pack: Inov-8 Race Pro 1 with Nathan 2 litre vertical bladder.  Again, another bit of equipment I've never really loved, but we have come to an rrangement.  I struggled with the drink tube for the horizontal bladder and found that I was just avoiding drinking during runs.  That didn't seem like the way forward.  As a hydration system this now works for me, but it does cause me some chaffing, across my back, nothing particularly painful but I'd prefer it were not the case, and in this most recent of events it seems to have caused some more major wounds across my lower back probably due to the additional weight in the pack.  I'll continue to use it going forward but I'd like to fall in love with a pack some day, preferably with some reasonable storage access at the front.

Jacket: Inov8 Race Elite 150.  It was fine but didn't keep me dry.  There was a cold drizzle off and on with the rain getting heavier from time to time so the hood came up and down repeatedly so rain worked its way into the layers when the hood was down, and sweat built up easily when the hood was up and any effort was put in.  For shorter runs, or to pass a kit check while taking up the minimum weight and space, great smock, but for something longer I probably need to look at something else.  Certainly something breathable.  Probably one of the many other jackets that I have which I've avoided using for races due to how much I like them not to stink of my stale sweat...

Socks: Injinji Run 2.0.  No complaints at all.  They protected my feet from any real damage during six hours of excessive movement in cold and saturated shoes.  I sometimes feel they're a little thick and it takes away some of the feel of the terrain, but they were pretty perfect for this.  I guess there was the option of waterproof socks (with or without a liner), but although I am happy to use them while walking, I can't see me using them for running.  And besides, I don't think they would help much when your knee is getting wet by ground water.

Underwear: Rab MeCo 120 Boxer. They tend to keep chaffing to a minmum. They wick. They dry easily. Hard to get excited about them until I recall some of the issues I used to have with cotton or polyester while getting sweaty during ultras.

Shorts: Salomon Trail Long Running Tights.  Functioned well.  Kept me reasonably warm even when soaked through except when I stayed at a full stop a little too long at the third checkpoint. Still prefer these over my UnderArmour ColdGear Tights which do well for warmth in the dry but sag like buggery when they get wet and can easily get too warm.

Headtorch: Petzel Tikka-RXP.  No idea how this would have coped in the race and I'm frankly grateful to have avoided that section of the event.  One of the more special moments of my pre-race prep was realising that the newly purchased torch didn't take AAA batteries but instead used a Petzl specific unit.  Expedited next day delivery for a new battery it is then.

100 Mile Failure

So, while it is fresh in the memory.

After training for the LDWA Valleys 100 for more than five months, I stepped out of the event after 26 miles, just a quarter of the way through,  or after half of a regular Sunday morning training run which is how I am currently viewing it. I have no regrets about giving up (can't think of a more accurate turn of phrase) at such an early stage, which after such a spectacular failure, I find interesting. Where to start with the review? Maybe it would be best to work backward.

It is the day after my event finished.  I have slept well and eaten well,  however I remain tired and my eyes are struggling to stay open. My usual post race concern of dehydration is under control.  There are minor sores on my heels and waistband chaffing has caused a number of unattractive wounds on my back. Talking of which, both my back and neck are tight and ache pretty badly, as do my quads. Basically the sort of charge list that would expect after pushing a 50 miler without a proper taper, not half that distance with a taper suitable for the 100 miles that I was planning to tackle. So the event itself...

I dropped from the event at checkpoint 3. I had walked in and performed all the right tasks. I had swapped out my technical shirt, eaten and drank, chatted to a few volunteers, moved my night kit to the easier access pockets I even checked that each of the torches were still functioning correctly. I then wandered out of the village hall without any thoughts of not continuing, yet 100 metres down the road, I paused, turned around and handed my race card into the first official with a smile.  From his reaction, it wasn't the way that most people hacked jacked it, and my card was added to an already growing pile. My back, but particularly my neck, was sore and stiff and I was not relishing 8 hours with a head torch altering every stride, but there was more than that. I had been pretty beaten up by the event, and although a finish was still very doable,  this wasn't going to present the type of challenge I had in mind for the event. There was going to be a death march of a longer distance than I had in mind. I was definitely here for a running race and that was going to be intermittent at best.  So that I don't sound too naive here, I was never planning on 15 minute miling from start to finish to nail a sub 24 hour finish, I had in mind to walk most hills from the very start, jogging flats and downhills, taking technical descents with whatever pace best mixed effort and safety.  There would be walking when tiredness dictated, when lack of light required slower path choices, of course,  as well as the munching of calories,  but I had underestimated the course completely. Actually, probably not the course itself, but certainly the conditions underfoot. After 3 miles I had already plunged into a bog up to my knees and strained a selection of muscles to escape without losing my shoe (my gaiters earned their purchase right there). At the 6 mile mark, I had to remove my shoes as the insoles had bunched horribly during a steep descent.  The intermittent heavy rain was expected, but a lack of proper pre-race lubrication was causing rubbing in a number of places from an early stage.

And in the lead up to the event,  most things went well. The training went well, some tough technical stuff, heavy mileage weeks with step back recovery weeks. The only downside of the training was that I definitely fell out of love with running from time to time and putting on the shoes became a chore without obvious gain. Even after the poor showing at the race, I don't think I would change the training much, just to try and keep it slightly more fun. What I do need to fix next time is sleep, particularly in the lead up to an event. The negatives of tipping up to the start line of your big and scary event when your eyes are sore with tiredness cannot be overstated. Having your head hung from the beginning and not enjoying a step of the event is just not the way to go.

I learned plenty. I want to run 100 miles,so I need to choose an event where that is the target audience, not an event that is challenging for walkers to even complete. But not a canal run. I love hills and I will need something to keep me interested in the 30 to 70 mile section. I will start looking into it shortly, but at least I have the Ridgeway Challenge coming up soon which ticks those boxes. I also learned about a number of things which worked well on the day, or didn't, but I shall follow up on that next time, once I have started to catch up on this lacking sleep...

January and back in a training plan

So 2013 rounded out fairly smoothly.  A small hope to go and attack a quick 5k faded out due to scheduling but it wasn't a problem, the focus for the rest of the year was to get to New Year's Day fit and rested and ready to toe the line at the Hardmoors 30.  I really enjoy the feel of the Hardmoors family and their runs and I was particularly looking forward to this one being as it used a chunk of the route I'd followed during the Hardmoors 60 back in October.

The Hardmoors 30 was great, well at least it was for the first 20 miles and again 2 hours after the finish.  The bit in the middle was a bit messy.  The race is along the Yorkshire coast using the Cleveland Way and the Cinder Trail, an disused rail line.  Ravenscar south to Hayburn Wyke along the coastal path, inland a little at the 4.5 mile mark, this was the only tricky navigation part and usefully it was early in the race and so there were plenty of other runners around.  Through the self clip and onto the cinder path back to Ravenscar.  Still going well at this point but I was aware that I was probably going out a little too hard.  I was also planning on drinking minimal water during the race and sticking mainly to a few gels and running too hard to early could cause problems later in the day.  Blew through Ravenscar checkpoint and back to the cinder path to Robin Hood's Bay.  Still going a little hard but letting the undulations in the route define the pace a little and at the halfway mark my plans of getting sub 6 hours were being altered for a comfortable sub 5:30, even allowing for a considerable slow down in the final stages.  It wasn't to be, but not for the reasons of pacing or nutrition.  Through Robin Hood's Bay checkpoint and a nice reminder of that car park from Hardmoors 60 and back on the final section of cinder path in the race and into Whitby.  It was quite lovely crossing the the viaduct into the city.

Up until this point, the weather had been pretty much perfect.  I'd been running in my light waterproof simply because it was as easy as stopping to take it off.  As we turned into the city and back toward the coast, we could see the clouds gathering, nothing major, and it was only after the checkpoint and leaving the city up those infernal steps to the abbey that the weather started to settle into the pattern that we would be suffering under for the remainder of the day.  At least I only had 10 miles of it, there were some people out there for a damn sight longer.  The rain set in, the temperature dropped, but worse, the wind picked up.  The going underfoot on this part of the Cleveland Way was patchy even in October, before months of pretty solid rain, during this race, even with with the soles of those beautiful Fellcross, there were some sections that took a little concentration to keep momentum.  And descending on wet steps frankly scared the hell out of me at any kind of pace.  This is something that I need to work on.  The grind back to the finish line was a bit of a blur after a while.  My legs felt reasonable but I had started to go off it a little mentally.  Back through the check point at Robin Hood's Bay, where my enjoyment of recalling the Hardmoors 60 was definitely waning.  The jacket was beautifully waterproof, but my gloves, much less so.  For the last couple of hours there wasn't a lot of feeling in my fingers and due to the reduced pace, my feet were also starting to numb from the cold.  Either way, I knew that I would finish it and it was for this reason that I didn't do the more sensible things such as change my gloves for a dry pair.  I really should know better.  I edged past a few people during this slog, and two guys dropped me looking good and I was happy to let them go.  There was little to race against for pacing purposes until we met up with the finishing section of the Hardmoors 15 guys and gals and then in the final mile or so of the race, there was a solid climb on particularly muddy ground which I chose to walk easily.  I saw there were some people catching up with poles but it wasn't possible to tell which race they were in.  I decided to let them close the distance as my legs still felt good and figured I would gun the last half mile from the top of the climb.  I'm glad to say this worked out as three dropped places in the last mile would have been a little depressing.

This isn't the best race report.  Of late, I've become aware that I don't pay a lot of attention during races, even when I am going easy.  There are some good reports out there by Fiona Fisher, John Kynaston and Norry Mcneill, all of whom seemed to be far more awake than I was during the day.  After the race, it took me more than 30 minutes to get changed due to shivering, and more than another 10 minutes before my hands stopped shivering enough to be able to drink my coffee.  It was not a pleasant recovery, but things came together quickly enough after that.

Since the turn of the year, with this race being the start point, it has been time to get training before my first 100 mile race.  I'd like to say that I am excited, but I'm really not.  But at least I am scared enough to train properly.  Still, 18 weeks to go until the Valleys 100.  Plenty of time to get excited, or injured...

Bedford Harriers Half Marathon

And so a after a couple more good training sessions during the following, the weekend took a downhill turn with a stomach bug of some kind.  Unfortunate after picking up a nice award at the Parklands Jog and Run Christmas party on the Friday night.

Having decided that I really didn't deserve the award after hosing each of my marathons this year as well as my original goal race at TR24, a weekend of illness has to be turned around.  And if you can't get your long run in at the weekend, well, it may as well be a taper then.  A bit of searching later, and entry to the Bedford Harriers Half Marathon was lined up for the following weekend.

I like running ultra marathons.  Where I am in the field, they're sociable and relaxed.  Walking almost always features and completing the distance in the top half of the field.  A 5k is brutal little blast but at least it is over in short space of time.  The distances between are a sliding scale from good form and a massive output of effort through to easy jogging and physical tiredness through time on feet.  The tipping point for me is the half marathon which is short enough that it feels like my form should be good from start to finish, but it is just long enough that the legs and mind can get tired in the latter stages.  This is why my PB still stands from 2011 in a race where I jog walked the last two miles in quite some pain.  I've not been keen to go hard at one since then.  But after a number of key races being failed this year and 2013 drawing to a close, it seemed like a particularly soft PB to attack but with little idea on what paces to target.

In the week before the race, I kept up the usual training with speedwork on the Tuesday and Thursday and used Saturday's parkrun to test a pace that I felt I could hold for the half.  The first three kilometres at that pace felt tough, but I tried to remind myself that I always hate the first two miles of a race, whatever pace I am running.  It still planted a seed of doubt on the viability of the pace but I had decided that I was going to go out relatively hard (i.e. harder than I have for anything over a 10k before) and then look to up the pace with 5k to go.  If everything crumbled and I had misjudged the effort and my fitness, I figures I could cruise through the second half and still grab a PB anyway.  A simple enough plan to which I also added that I wouldn't allow any kilometre splits to slide above a certain pace either.  I knew the course was a little undulating and that I would use effort to guide some of the pacing, but I didn't want to let myself switch off on too many of the uphills and thus start giving myself an excuse to drift away from the goals.  Finally, I wasn't going to be taking on any nutrition or water during the race.  These have caused some stomach issues in a couple of longer races this year and I felt the cool weather meant I could blag 13.1 miles before the consequences caught up with me.

It couldn't have really gone better.  The first 10 miles were exactly to plan.  Paces within a couple of seconds of the target, accelerated the downhills and worked the uphills without blowing hard.  Mentally, I was getting a little tired in the 8-10 mile stages and wondered if I would have anything to accelerate with in those last few miles.  I also kept reflecting on that emergency gel in my shorts pocket.  But lo and behold, at the 10 mile mark was a beautiful sweeping downhill that helped to build momentum into the finish and removed all concerns from my mind.  My legs continued to turn over.  My knees continued to drive.  My heels continued to flick up behind.  This was great.  And when the flat came, and later the hills, the fact that I was crushing my goals meant that I didn't panic when I realised that I was running my 10k pace for those last 5 kilometres, nor when I noticed that I was below my 5k pace during that last kilometre uphill.  And when running into the line, the time spent wondering if those 400metres were ever going to end were half felt.  It felt smooth and easy.  I had happily drifted past dozens of people in those last few miles and continued to do so up until the line.

The race couldn't have gone better.  I had got in 4 minutes below my best possible dream goal.  I felt absolutely fine (if a little spaced out until I found some calories).  My legs had more than coped and a day later, still feel great.  I had put in a decent effort and finished feeling good and knowing there was more to come.  I'm unusually pleased with this.  A nice way to round out the year.

Of course, there are three more weeks left of 2013...

More good training, a sneaky half marathon and a first fell race

I think I may have just covered it all in the title.  I'm now happily a couple of weeks into some good training.  I can tell this by the way most muscles from the belt down have a dull ache, I feel like I need more sleep despite having improved this massively, and the key, that the aches fade a couple of miles into any running.

A solid 3x 1500m session with the club on the track gave way to pacing duties at the Dirt Half Challenge on the Saturday.

Now this is a lovely race and it is the third year that I have attended.  It is almost completely off road, with most of it on flat canal towpaths, a beautiful section through woods and another short section on some heavily muddy fields.  The first half of the race along the canal is a good place to settle into pace. I had my target pace locked in mentally and rarely wavered by more than the odd second per kilometre.  There is then a hill that everyone tends to recall as we hit some farm trails and the massed heavy breathing starts.  The quick dive through the 7 mile water station.  Then, into the woods for the most interesting part of the race.  It is here that people can realise they may have been a little over excited at the beginning, particularly after being made to slog up the hill.  It is through this section that people seem to recall that this race has the word "dirt" in the title and work overly hard to keep those running shoes shiny.  It is a pity.  There seemed to be a lot of time and effort being wasted to find routes around some of the muddier sections.  Also, here is where people become aware that they have never raced downhill off road before and begin to fear for their lives.  My runner, Fiona, had no such qualms and took a hundred metres or so out of the train of people jogging (and at one point, walking!) down the muddy trails.  There was only the barest hint of elbow involved.  We then made out into the fields for a couple of miles were further complaints about the mud were heard from the competitors.  We were comfortably on track to meet the sub 2 hour goal but there was a definite eagerness to push on and enjoy the splashing.  The most exciting aspect here was the wooden bridges which defied grip.  And then we dropped back to the tow path for the final few miles.  Fiona continued to push pace improvements throughout this sections and there was only the briefest grunt regarding the final surprise hill in the last few hundred metres before crossing the line several minutes inside 2 hours.  Good stuff.  There wasn't a lot of hanging around prior to heading into the school hall to find warm drinks.  Funny how quickly you can go from being cold at a start line, cosy during the race and bloody freezing after being given a medal.  It was nice to see Greg picking up his first place accolades for yet another year.

So although this wasn't too much effort, given my current focus on training properly, I new a light recovery run was the way forward for Sunday.  I was reasonably surprised to find myself driving to the Peak District for my first fell race.  There was some method in the madness in that I would not be running it hard.  8.5 miles?  However hilly it was I planned to be done in 2 hours and stretching with food a few minutes later.  The training schedule is already busy and I did feel a bit of a fraud after recently joining the FRA and putting the sticker on the car.  At least I could fit this in and be more comfortable making eye contact with other runners.  Running the Dark and White Hope Moors and Tors was another awesome experience.  Running out of the village of Hope, queuing at numerous styles and gates until reaching Castleton and that wonderful climb past the castle on part trail, part stream.  Lovely.  No real navigation issues and some great memories of running along a track on a ridge with all encompassing cloud on either side.  Some of the climbs were excessive but nothing that was unexpected but I did struggle slightly on some of the descents.  Fun though they were, running fast downhill with little visibility and few options to slow down due to wet, stone slabs underfoot was a little too exciting for me at time.  I was much happier when the descents made it to trail or field and the handbrake could be removed.  I guess this is something that will come with practice.  Maybe I will stop vividly imagining the worst case scenarios then.

A good weekend of using events as training runs led into another week of mainly sensible training.  Having not trained at high end paces for a while, it became apparent that I could no longer judge them as well as I had in the past.  For example, you probably should not set off in your first hilly 2.6km effort of three at your mile PB pace.  I came to terms with this 1.2km in and drastically re-evaluated the session.  And a couple of days later, what I thought was gliding along at a nice 200m pace for the first of fifteen efforts had me winding up with completely the wrong training group and struggling to breath after five efforts.  Both were resolved and the sessions rescued, but they are fairly basic errors that need to stop occurring.

Heavy Legs But Good Training

So after a little more than a week of more solid training, the old feeling of unresponsive legs has returned.  It is oddly reassuring.

Post-Snowdonia recovery is going well.  A weekend of walking during a navigation course with constantly cold and wet feet in the Peak District seemed to help as a starting point and a progressive return to training has started to develop well.  Light circuits on Wednesday followed by a few minutes off road and then Thursday's club track session of 300s at 80% effort. Friday a recovery run and then a couple of events at the weekend.

Saturday was the Seagrave Wolds Challenge, a 16 mile off road run a little outside of Leicester.  Beautifully organised.  Starting from the local village hall where, being on the edge of my local running events, it was interesting to see different running club vests.  It also seems that Salomon's decision to offer a wider range of colours in their Speedcross 3s has paid off handsomely.  I've never been to an event where they have been more visible in numbers (and bright hues) despite this being a small, local race through some fields.  Pleased to see the smattering of Inov-8s too as well as the usual cross section of road shoes.  Being my first appearance at this race, it did leave me pondering whether I'd made the right decision to wear the somewhat aggressive Fellcross 2s.  Much as I enjoy them off road (they're now permanently the colour of mud - at least I think it is mud), I am aware that their grip on tarmac, or worse still, stone, is somewhat akin to rollerblading.  Fortunately, the race briefing laid my mind at ease in this area, while also highlighting the particularly heavy going for the first two and last two miles of the race.  Having decided to use the race as a hard training session, those last two miles preyed on my mind until the end.  We set of from the front of the hall with a short tarmac section before we dropped into fields whereupon the reason for the warning became clear.  We were crossing on unmarked paths and the field was ploughed, heavy clay.  The type that really wants to stay attached to your shoes until the double in size and treble in weight.  Well, won't this be fun in the latter stages of the race?  There wasn't much in the elevation profile of the race to cause any worry and after settling in to a steady pace and slipping my estimated finish time backwards with each clay-filled field, I started to enjoy the race.  Looking back, the whole thing went by quickly.  The gels were taken at roughly 40 minute intervals and went down without the type of problems I seem to suffer in marathons.  Grabbed a little water at the aid stations, but nothing significant.  I particularly enjoyed the section roughly two thirds of the way around when we ran along the canal, although the canal had overflowed into the path enough at one point that we did a bit of splashing.  All except when we had to duck through the tunnels on the wet stones and I couldn't help but imagine sliding headfirst into the canal.  There were some lovely woodland sections too but they went by quickly while I was trying to assess how well my legs were coping and how much I was going to put in at the end.  Coming out of that canal section into the final few miles I held my pace which the guys and gals around me were struggling to do.  I guess I picked up a dozen places or so in the last couple of heavy miles although this became difficult with gates or styles every couple of hundred yards during one section.  And finally, in the last kilometre, I did drop to a walk for a few yards.  A muddy field with a slight incline where the grass just ripped away as you tried to move forward rather than provide any traction.  The two guys ahead were just too far away from me to catch.  The guy behind that I had just passed was not going to be coming back at me.  And so, for the count of ten, I strode steadily forward and pulled myself together for the last few hundred metres.  The only complication left for me was trying to work out how I actually finished the event having not realised that I needed to find someone to scan the bar code on my wrist band.  Great little event and I was grateful for the abundant tea and crumble which I consumed in my slightly dazed state before setting off.  It is a race that I intend to return to next year.

And then Sunday's run, to be undertaken at roughly recovery pace, was the Remembrance 11k at Fineshade Woods between Stamford and Corby.  It is a race that I attended last year and also an area that I've used for training previously.  A 3k loop, followed by a 8k loop, mainly on well maintained gravel trail.  No real adventures here other than being amused by a guy in the last couple of miles who's ego was larger than his ability.  Watching him respond any time a girl went to overtake him was moderately amusing and led to a somewhat inevitable detonation in the last kilometre.  It took me the first mile or so before my legs started to respond and, although obviously heavy from the previous day, they kept moving fairly easily throughout the race.  There may have been a minor hangover in there too but it didn't cause any problems.

Monday interval session with Parklands Jog and Run was not a lot of fun and I could have coped without the decreasing recoveries but my pace held up okay.  It did convince me to take a couple of lighter days to recover and so I look forward to Thursday's track session with the club with a bit more enthusiasm.  3x 1500m efforts.  Much more my thing.