You'd think that a short race would be easy, but the 5km around Clydebank almost took more willpower to complete than some of the longest hill runs. A short blast through Clydebank then back along the canal it was a fun, if knackering, run.
The race field lined up and seemed to be full of whippet like club runners, all pitting themselves against their PBs and assessing their early season speed. I was scared, since I start every race as slow as a tardy tortoise there was a danger my legs wouldn't have got into 1st gear before the race was over and I'd be beaten by one legged fat superduper vets. I decided to do the old style Upson and go out as fast as I could. Lungs near to exploding and heart pounding the speed was strangely unproportional to the effort, or indeed the pain! And it only got easier near the end when I passed an encouraging '200m to go' mark on the canal towpath and mustered up a lethargic greyhound effort at a sprint finish! Think I just managed to pip the ever present Tommy from Greenock and his clown suit and bucket. The wobbly legs thanked me for the shortness, but the heart and lungs are still recovering from the sudden over-exertion!
Bill seemed to fare better as, futher up the field, he sped away nicely at the start and seemed to keep a speedy pace to earn a satisfying PB. Well done.
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