After seven months off with a foot injury, I’ve finally got myself sorted and have started trying to remember how running works. To help me out, last weekend I watched 307 other people doing it, specifically at the Charnwood Hills Race. It’s organised by my climbing club, Bowline, and this year I helped out for the first time, rather than running it as I have a couple of times before.
The amount of work that goes into organising such a race is quite astounding once you see it all firsthand, so well done to all involved.
I also had an important organisational role in today’s major running event, namely four of us going for a bimble in the Peak District. I planned a 30 km figure of eight from Longshaw which looked pretty reasonable. However, a decent pace from the other chaps saw me withdrawing voluntarily after 15 km, unable to think, breathe or use my hamstrings any more.
On reflection, this was only the fourth run of greater than 10 km that I’ve done since the beginning of May, so it’s not particularly surprising I’m not hill fit. Also not surprising is the the fact that they completed the remaining 15 km in fine form without me, and I gather there was only one bog:fellrunner interface incident.
It was lovely to get out and stretch the legs in good company, and hopefully a bit more of that should see me in shape for the Welsh 1000m race in June which I’ve entered. I’ve never done the long course before, so wish me luck…