OK, so the ever elusive sub-1:40 just evaded us again, but I'm beyond delighted with my time and even more chuffed for Sam, who sneaked home a second ahead of me!
Last night I was so tired that I was in bed and asleep before half ten, which is unheard of when Match of the Day is on the box. Anyway, the ten hours of decent sleep obviously did me the world of good because I woke up feeling refreshed and up for it.
Recently, I've been quoted saying that it's not about the race on the day because the real aim is a sub-4 hour London but, as ever, I can't help myself when the clock starts! It's practically impossible to view it as another training run when you've got your Spen vest on, people are cheering you on and there's an element of competition involved.
Putting the times into perspective, Liversedge is a monster route. There's pretty much zero flat and the ups and downs are extreme. I totally forgot about the one mile drag from mile nine up to ten. A total energy sapping brute of a climb!
We both ran really well, given the terrain, and we passed the 10K mark in under 45 minutes. Eight miles were despatched in 1:01, which put us within sight of a PB and, although neither of us dared say it at the time (not that we could!), maybe even a sub 1:40.
Anyway, aside from a bit of retching with mile or so to go, I felt really strong - legs and lungs. Goes to show that the hard work on road and track is paying off...
By far and away the toughest bit was running past the Gray Ox pub, where we're going for an early Valentine's tea tonight!
So, I'm a happy boy but there's not much time for rest and reflection - week seven begins in earnest tomorrow. Five miles on the plan!
For now though, a pint of the black stuff awaits. Well...it's good for rehydration and recovery. Guinness for strength, and all that...cheers!
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