Three times in nine days. For a blog about marathon training, this is starting to look suspiciously like a blog about footwear. The verdict so far? I’ll wait to see what tomorrow brings in terms of overnight stiffness in the Achilles, but for now, me and the NBs are NBFs.
Liversedge half-marathon was possibly the hardest race I’ve done so far. Dingle may have been comparable in terms of total climb, but the hills there were short and frequent, whereas today they were concentrated into two beastly ‘orrible things. Fantastic downhills, though, and the usual Roberttown warm welcome and pouring rain. Didn’t manage a particularly good time, but loved every minute. Even saw old parkrun buddy Rob Hamilton, whose unexpected cheering was most welcome, just as I started to fade in the last half-mile.
Only three Hyde Park Harriers (me, Chris and Chris Taylor), but a nice clutch of Eccleshillians who waited in the rain to see all their runners in, and who gave me a rousing cheer as well. Best bit? Chris came third in the MV50 category, and won a £7 voucher, which he promptly gave to me. I spent it on a monster tub of rehydration salts, which we will drink together on Valentine’s Day. Who says romance is dead?
I promise I won’t mention shoes in the next chapter.
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