I also made a trip to the Jedburgh Running Festival, opting for the more amenable 1/2 marathon distance.
I’d set myself the wee challenge of a sub-74 1/2 for this Autumn, tough but doable I thought. Did I succeed? Nope. Why? I’m not sure. Work/holidays/life had left a couple of holes in my training diary, but there was still a fair volume of work there. I was fit, not as fit as I wanted to be – fit enough though? More worryingly, I didn’t really know what I was doing. I’d hoped to get a practice half under my belt before Jedburgh, but hadn’t and fit’s one thing, but to race well I think you have to know your distance. It’s only after about a dozen 10ks in the last year or so that I feel like I know how to ‘do’ that distance. The longer the race, the more important this probably is. Up to about 45 minutes and the ‘go out hard and hang on’ approach will probably work, but after that it requires some more thought and practice. Less importantly, the course had some hills, but most were near the start and there was enough down to balance out the up. Ambiguously, it was a windy day, though I had no idea how that would play out on the course. Pathetically, I’d left my Garmin watch in Glasgow and after having it on for all my training runs, felt naked without it.