You’ll be delighted to know, I have only two races left of 2019 to write about! Hoo-bloody-rah! I’m trying to get them all done and posted before the first club champs on 2020 on Saturday 11th Jan. Phew! So much writing, so littel time.
Myerscough 10 – the last club race of the year, and I didn’t need it as I wasn’t going to complete the 9 needed for my medal 🙁 but decided to do it anyway! One partner in crime was poorly so the lovely Karen, Marissa and Sam were all available to help drag me round. Now I have just looked at the route to refresh my memory and I honestly have no clue where it is, where it went or how I managed it. So cracking on, we started at Myerscough College, went down country roads, did a loop of a some fields and came back on ourselves to finish back at the college.
We started off as the four of us, for about two miles and it was great. I very rarely get to run with any of the other three as they are normally off like a shot so it was good to cover some decent ground at a quick pace early on. However, soon Sam and I realised that 10 miles is a bloody long way and we wouldn’t be able to keep up that pace for long. We started dropping back and as Sam was recovering from injury and I hadn’t run 10 miles for ages; we stuck together as motivation. The marshals were all really friendly and helpful, the course is well mapped out and it’s a lovely area so we just carried on; walking every so often and trying to keep each other going. Lots of rams were doing this one and it was nice to see them as we met at various points, giving each other small words of encouragement.
Did I mention that 10 miles is really far? **EDIT*** Yes, I am aware that in 16 weeks, I am doing twice and a little bit extra of that distance but shush. I’ll have actually trained for it.
If I’ve ever run ten miles, it’s either been as part of a half marathon where I’ve trained for it; or as a Sunday run with the RRC lot. I’ve never done a race of this distance and it’s a really weird distance for me to get my head around. I crash at 10 miles; it’s why in all my half marathons, my time dramatically slows between 11 and the finish line.
So this 10 miles just seemed to drag on and on, there was at least one point that I voiced to Sam that I just wanted to stop and go back. However, instead of a medal, you get cheese and honestly the thought of a big ball of cheese is what got us both round in the end!
Also, the cafe in the sports hall was ace, I managed to grab a snack once finished and had a wee in a proper toilet! Love these sort of races where you can get a drink or snack after.
Thank you to Sam for being with me, Marissa for driving and for the lovely ladies in the car for generally being amazing! I don’t think this is one I’d do again, it was hard enough the first time round!