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| It wasn't twilight when we didn't cross the bridge, but it was still beautiful. |
Or Hull.
This weekend saw us charging along the M62 to all points East – not just Hull
I disagree. I had a great time. Twenty miles of (almost) pure flatness, with a ridiculous short, vertical climbing wall in the last half mile. A friendly set up, with good marshals and an excellent spread at the end – just unfortunate then, that all the food had been eaten by the time I finished. Still, Chris (who couldn’t eat any of it because it was all bread-based) said it looked lovely.
I wasn’t fast. The results aren’t up yet, but I think I was around 3.48ish. Slower than Trimpell (as intended) but my pacing was still rubbish. Went off far too fast, then had to slow down in the middle before picking it up a bit at the end. For a while I ran with two other Lizzies (or rather, a Lizzie and another Liz) but after the halfway point we spread out with me taking the middle slot. I did overtake a runner from Knavesmire on the final hill, which felt good, but other than that I pretty much got into my place and stuck to it. I was in a bubble for much of the back 10 – couldn’t see anyone in front or behind, but I have to say I quite like that now and again. It was a confidence-boost in quite a different way from Trimpell - rather than sheer amazement that I managed it, I got a more solid feeling of familiarity. Book group in the evening was an excellent way to finish, and stopped me from seizing up too quickly.
Am feeling it today – not in terms of stiffness as much as bone-weariness (again). I fear you will hear more of my quest for sleep.
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