The Gower adventure post-marathon

Last month I went to Gower for the weekend in order to run the EnduranceLife coastal marathon.  The race was great, but the Gower weekend is always about so much more than just the race.

It’s a great chance for 20+ like-minded individuals from my running club to get together, forget about work and responsibilities, enjoy running, head out on some fantastic walks with amazing views, eat good food and enjoy a drink or two, and that is very much what we did over the course of the weekend!

Race day was the Saturday, leaving most of us the Saturday evening, all day Sunday and then Monday morning to enjoy the rest of our break away.  About half of our group needed to return home on the Sunday due to work which was a shame, but for the first time I was able to stay from the Friday right through to the Monday, no longer having to rely on the no-holidays-during-term-time policy which I had to when I was working as a teacher.

I was the last runner to return to the cottages following the races on the Saturday afternoon, along with the other marathon runner who had run that day.  Everybody else appeared to already be showered, changed and ready for the evening ahead.  A quick shower and a guzzle of a chocolate protein shake and I was ready to crack open a can of cider and traipse back down to the pub for dinner with everyone else.

The following morning when we woke we all congregated in the larger of the three cottages, where we were handed sausage and bacon baps and casually relaxed around the cottage, chatting mainly about the race the day before and our plans for the rest of the weekend.

The plan for the day was to hike over to a different pub to where we had eaten the previous two nights.  The new pub was approximately 7 miles away, where we would be able to enjoy a Sunday roast before hiking back to the cottages later that evening.

Gower marathon course

Three of the guys headed over to the pub via cars in the morning as some of our party had to leave following the meal, and we also wanted a fall back option should not all of our crew feel up to hiking back to the cottage following our meal.

Signpost to Rhossili

The trail that we followed was pretty much the last seven miles of the marathon course from the day before, completed in reverse.  All those steep hills we had climbed up towards the end of our race the day before, we were now scrambling back down.  Some of us in more style than others!

Margaret heading along the Gower coastal trail path

As we found ourselves at the top of a steep climb just before 11am, we decided to pause for a breather and to hold our own personal two minute silence for Remembrance Day.

Pause for Remembrance Day at GowerPause for Remembrance Day at Gower

 

Although there were large sections of fairly easy going flat trail up at the top of the cliffs, there was also a lot of technical trail and I was glad I had packed a spare pair of trail shoes for the walk.  I definitely learnt from my Converse-mistake in 2015!

Gower marathon courseGower marathon courseGower marathon course

It ended up taking us about three hours to get to the pub, and we really appreciated the warmth of the pub as we entered.  My hands were so cold following the walk that following a trip to the toilet, my fingers wouldn’t work as instructed and I had to call on the aid of somebody more sensible who had worn gloves for the hike to do the button up on my jeans!

We spent a good couple of hours in the pub before waving off the five who were headed back to Northamptonshire and four more in a car back to the cottages.  It left just six of us to follow the precarious coastal trail back in the now fading-light.

Armed with a decent set of headtorches and a borrowed set of gloves for me(!) we were much faster on the return journey and made it back in just under two and a half hours.

Feeling rather weary from our marathon the day before and the seven mile hike we had completed twice that day, we weren’t too late to bed on Sunday night!

Monday morning and we were all busy packing our bags.  It is tradition that Kev always cooks everybody a large cooked breakfast on the final morning, so once again we piled into the largest of the three cottages to plates of sausages, beans, egg, mushrooms and bacon.  There were a variety of different ‘chairs’ around the large kitchen table and we all pitched in to help get the food ready and dished out to everybody.

A couple more runners disappeared after breakfast, leaving just Steph, Tom, Kev, Amanda, Sandra and I for a final walk down to the beach.

WDAC shells on Gower beach

WDAC shells on Gower beach with Tom, Steph and IThe weather was absolutely stunning.  The sun was out, and although we were still wrapped up in coats (Although Tom braved it in just a t-shirt!) it was such a lovely day.

Gower beachGower beachGower beachAfter building up our club name in pebbles, Tom, Steph and I made our way down to the edge of the water.

Tom, Steph and I on Gower beachAll of us got caught by the tide at some point whilst we were searching for shells and wildlife in the little pockets of water on the sand.

Shell at Gower beachThe others automatically turned to me with their questions about the shells and wildlife that we found, as I grew up not far from the beach, but I could only answer a small selection of their questions!

Shell at Gower beachAs the three of us made our way back towards the others we came across a jellyfish on the sand.

JellyfishI’d not seen a jellyfish so big before, and as I looked up, realised that there was a whole line of jellyfish along the beach.

Jellyfish line at Gower beachIt was a little eerie!

We climbed the steep path back up and out towards the National Trust shop where we headed for a quick browse.

Climbing up from Gower beachBasically we did everything we could to savour the last minutes of our lovely day and put off returning home and getting back to the everyday grind.

Gower National Trust shopI’ve already pencilled Gower 2018 in the calendar!  😉

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More parkrun tourism and a new PB

I’ve managed to get to two more new-to-me parkrun locations and also tick off a brand new 5k PB since I last wrote about my parkrun adventures.  I’ve got just one more location to run before the year is out in order to tick off ‘Run 20 different parkrun events by the end of 2017′ on my to-do-list and five more parkruns before I hit the magic 100.
After that I’ll have to start thinking about what goals I want to set for 2018…
How is it nearly 2018 already?!  This year has gone by so fast!  Volunteering as a pacer is going to feature on my goals list for next year somewhere, but I still need to carve out some more goals for the rest of  the year.

Rugby – #93

The last weekend in October I headed off to Rugby with Laura for my 93rd parkrun.  Course number 18 for me and I believe it was Laura’s 17th one.

Now I’m going to be honest and admit that as I hadn’t run with anyone in a while I spent most of the first lap chatting away and not taking a huge amount of notice of the course itself.  I do remember from that from the briefing it sounded like we would be going out for 5 or 6 miles though!  It was a case of ‘just run round the edge of this field, then that field, then round the back of there, and then up this hill and around another field…and then go round for lap number two!’  Laura and I looked at each other and wondered just how far we would be going that morning!

The course was mainly off-road, and it did have one nasty, steep, muddy hill in it which we ran twice.  The marshals were all super friendly (as all parkrun marshals are) and offered lots of encouragement whilst out on the course.

Laura and I at Rugby parkrun

We thought we might just dip under 30 minutes despite the chatting, mud and hills, but ended up a few seconds out.

Rugby parkrun has a ‘Token of Shame’ which they present to the runner who finishes in position 112 each week.  The organisers were getting rather fed up of continually replacing barcodes which people mistakenly took home with them, and had had to replace token 112 on more than one occasion, so ended up creating a large ‘Token of Shame’ to be photographed with the runner finishing in position 112 each week as a reminder that you should be leaving your barcode in the box at parkrun, not taking it home with you!
Having not brushed my hair that morning I was a little concerned that I would finish in position 112 – that’s the kind of luck I have(!)  Laura and I fought between us over who was going to cross the line first, but luckily neither of us were in the running for the Token of Shame, as it had already been distributed a minute or so earlier.

Rugby parkrun Token of Shame

Official time: 30:26
Position: 128/175
Gender position: 37/71
Age category position: 5/8
Following parkrun, Laura and I made our way to the parkrun recommended café.  I decided to go for a toasted marshmallow milkshake, although almost didn’t get my milkshake at all when they didn’t take cards in the café.  I managed to scrimp around for some change in my car to discover that the pound coins I was able to find had been discontinued the previous week and the emergency fiver I had transferred from my ultra bag a couple of weeks back was also an old one.  Luckily, the café accepted the five pound note as payment, although promptly paid it straight back to Laura as part of her change!
Marshmallow milkshake

Kings Lynn

Kings Lynn is a course that has been on my radar for a little while now.  I pass through the outskirts of Kings Lynn every time I head back to Norfolk, so it made sense to time a visit to Kings Lynn parkrun along with a trip to my parents one week.  It did mean loading up the car the night before heading back and eating breakfast during the drive to save time, but it was worth it!
It poured down with rain during the whole journey to Kings Lynn.  Despite leaving with plenty of time to spare, and arriving at the postcode shown on the website for parking I struggled to then find the actual park.  I debated for a while whether it would be classed as child cruelty to take Oscar out in his buggy with the rain as heavy as it was, before deciding to heave him up into his buggy and firmly secured his waterproof cover over the top.  I was already soaked through by this point!

Luckily I spotted a couple of runners in parkrun t-shirts jogging by and so I promptly followed them in the direction they had headed and soon arrived at the park.  There must have been bonfire celebrations held there the previous night as there were several guys in reflective jackets stood around a large mound which was still smouldering, and trucks came to tow a collection of portaloos away whilst we were running.
Rainy days at Kings Lynn parkrun
I attended the new runner briefing to get a feel for the course.  When questioned, I was the only person at the new runner briefing who had run parkrun before, so was quite impressed to see that the others who all stood around had all turned up for their very first parkrun despite the heavy rain!
The course was three and a bit laps around the park, with a long out and back section where you had to spin around a lamppost at the end.  Not knowing the course, I moved Oscar and I to start near to the back, but in actual fact it was a fairly straight forward and speedy course (if you don’t count the 180 degree spin at least!  I thought I managed to spin Oscar round quite well each time though! 😉 )
Once you have run your third lap you take a turn off the wide path and the final 100 metres of the event is off-road on the grass.  I wasn’t sure that I would be able to fit the buggy along the taped track, but we managed it!
Rainy days at Kings Lynn parkrun
As I crossed the line I was directed towards one of the barcode scanners and then another volunteer handed me a Kings Lynn parkrun newsletter, which I thought was a fantastic idea, especially for those runners who weren’t so familiar with how parkrun worked.  The newsletter/notices sheet was double sided and contained both general parkrun information and also information about how to get involved with volunteering.
Kings Lynn parkrun leaflet
Kings Lynn, like Wimpole Estate, have a barcode board, where runners are expected to hang up their own barcodes following their run.  Whilst initially thinking this is a good idea, I can definitely see how it would be possible for some parkrun barcodes to go missing following a run – the board was a little way away from the barcode scanners and there were several runners around it trying to slot their barcode onto the correct peg.  I imagine it would be fairly easy to forget about handing your barcode back in again.  Still, it saves a volunteer having to organise all of the barcodes at the end of the run.
Kings Lynn parkrun token board
Official time: 30:12
Position: 132/189
Gender position: 39/77
Age category position: 5/6
Rainy days at Kings Lynn parkrun
Not too shabby for a buggy run when I started at the back in the pouring rain!
I was absolutely drenched by the time I returned to the car, dripping all over Oscar as I returned him to the warmth of his car seat.  He didn’t seem to care though, and thought it was hilarious that my cap was dripping water from the peak onto his lap as I strapped him in!
Rainy days at Kings Lynn parkrunI have never known my shorts to be so wet that they clung to me the way they did that morning!
Rainy days at Kings Lynn parkrun

Northampton

I had a really strong, easy run last Friday afternoon.  I was absolutely shocked to look at my watch a couple of miles into the 10k I had planned and to see my pace hovering around the 9mm mark.  That evening, Laura checked in to see if I had made any parkrun plans yet for the following day.  We often parkrun together and have a catch up afterwards, as I’m not able to get to club very often since having Oscar.  Laura had to keep her parkrun plans fairly local, as she was off out in the afternoon, and I had to run from Northampton, as Dan was heading to Reading for the Wolves football match later in the day, so I had promised to drop him at the service station in Northampton for his Dad to collect on the way through to the game.
Oscar and Dan spectating at Northampton parkrunAs Dan would be there to take Oscar from me, Laura offered to pace me for my run.  I had casually dropped into conversation a few weeks back that I would like to try and target a faster 5k time before really focusing on training for the 100 a little closer to Christmas, but to be honest hadn’t really done much work towards specifically targeting a faster 5k time.  I’ve been gradually changing my running style just lately and have done a fair amount of core work, but nothing specific for a 5k distance as such.
After a brief twitter chat we decided that Laura would help me to achieve a sub 27 minute parkrun the following morning.  My PB stood at 26:37, but my fastest time since having Oscar over a year ago stood at 27:10, from Blickling parkrun which I ran back in the Summer.  Being able to run a sub 27 parkrun would hopefully increase my confidence levels going in to the Winter.
The weather was rather miserable when we arrived.  It was the kind of slight drizzly rain where you never really notice it’s raining at all.  As Laura, Dan, Oscar and I made our way over to the start line I saw a familiar face heading towards us as part of a warm up.  Phil was the guy I had stopped to help at the Dusk ’til Dawn ultra in 2013.  He has gone on to add to a fantastic running portfolio, including completing the Grand Slam of Centurion 100 mile races earlier this year.  He doesn’t live anywhere near Northampton though, hence my shock at seeing him on the start line last weekend!
We stopped to have a quick chat on the path.  Turns out Phil was actually down in the area to support another runner in a race later that weekend.  (Figures.  Runners support runners.)
As Laura and I stood on the start line for the parkrun to begin, I felt fairly confident that I would be able to achieve a sub 27 minute parkrun time.  I had been running stronger, and I had run a great 10k the night before.  Laura had ensured we made our way further towards the front of the race line (I would normally have started much further back, but to be fair, we didn’t have a huge amount of runners overtake us once we began).
Northampton parkrun
The only downside to aiming for a time was that Laura and I didn’t really get an opportunity to have any catch-up chat!  Laura had said at the start that she was going to aim for 8m 40s per mile, and as her watch beeped to indicate the first mile, she stated that we had run it in 8m 39s (showing slightly different to my watch, which indicated a slightly quicker time).
Northampton parkrun
I had found the first mile fairly easy.  We did a fair bit of weaving in and out of other runners, but I believe I could still have maintained a conversation if I hadn’t planned to stay so focused.
Mile two, and we had slightly picked up speed.  I occasionally checked my watch, although relied on Laura to set the pace, refusing to let my head work out anything.
Somewhere around the back end of the racecourse on the second lap, Laura told me that we would easily achieve the sub 27.  That we still had nine minutes to complete the ru
On one hand, nine minutes sounds like hardly any time at all, but on the other hand, the end was still nowhere in sight!  Just before we began the final mile Laura shouted back to me that I could actually be on for a PB.  I had worked this out moments earlier, and so began to pick up my pace to try and ensure that I did hit a new PB.  I couldn’t have held a conversation for this last bit of the run!
Over the line and time to check my watch…
Northampton parkrun
26:35…a new PB by 2 seconds, and 35 seconds faster than any time I had run since having Oscar!  I was super chuffed with that!
Official time: 26:35 << New PB! :)
Position: 231/528
Gender position: 33/192
Age category position: 5/31
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ALL the walkies

If you follow me on Instagram you will probably have already picked up on the fact that I am going out on a lot of walks just lately.


My family are going through rather a tough time at the moment so I am heading back to Norfolk as often as I realistically can at the moment to help out my Dad. Having Oscar with me when I travel back means that I am rather limited in ways that I can help out, although his cheeky grin usually brightens up everyone’s day when we are back.  He has started walking completely on his own this week and likes to run towards me full pelt, before dive bombing his face into my lap!

I am usually limited to nap times when I can actually be of much use around the house.  Oscar always seems to sleep in when we stay over, although I never can! He really enjoys playing peek-a-boo around the hospital bed in the lounge and loves the fact that there is a keyboard in the hallway for him to play.Oscar playing the piano Just lately I have been heading back to Norfolk four days each week, sometimes staying over between the days when I can’t face another two hours of traveling.  With Oscar’s weekly swimming lessons and nursery days, staying over isn’t always very practical as I’ve had to rush around quite a lot.  From next week I’ve decided to cut my visits back to 2-3 days a week.  The traveling and constant packing and unpacking of the car (it’s impossible to travel light with traveling with a baby!) was wearing me out and I was starting to feel the pressure to keep up with my own home and commitments back in Northamptonshire.

After all the recent rushing around, last weekend I very much appreciated the chance to get away and have a proper break in Gower with my friends. Dan spent much of the following week working over in Dublin, and my car spent a couple of days in the garage so this past week has been a little different from the norm, but it felt nice to have a brief change.Oscar and Blue out on a walk One of the easiest ways I can help out when I’m in Norfolk is by taking my Dad’s dog Blue out for a walk.  Around 2pm Oscar starts to get crabby and I know that he needs his nap.  I feel that it is important for him to spend some time outside every day and he adores dogs and dog-spotting as I push his buggy around the village I grew up in.  I usually aim for about an hour’s walk with Blue each afternoon, and sometimes, when Oscar sleeps in, I can also take Blue out on a short run with me in the morning too.  He’s a fairly good dog, so although I always start by juggling both the dog lead and the buggy in my hands, as long as I choose my route wisely I can let him off and then not worry about finding myself wound up in a dog lead which has also been wrapped around the buggy first! Oscar and Blue out on a walkI adore Autumn.  It is absolutely my favourite season.  Wrapped up all cosy and warm in scarves and gloves, rambling to pubs with log fires and enjoying hot chocolate to warm up your hands.  Nothing better.  And the leaves are so beautiful at this time of year too.Oscar and Blue out on a walkMy friend Amanda thought that I had actually arranged the leaves in this picture I took the other week… Autumn leavesBut that wasn’t the case.  They had arranged themselves!  Such a beautiful mix of colours and shapes. Good job the leaves have been photogenic, because I definitely haven’t been with the winds the way they have been just lately! Windy dog walk…My hair was rather knotty that night!

A little while into our walks, Oscar usually puts his feet up on the front bar of his buggy and begins his nap.  When I return after an hour or so, rather than wake him, I then try to get on and help out with any jobs I can do in the house, as I can keep an eye on him through the window in the kitchen.  Although now that it’s getting colder, I might have to drag the buggy up the step and inside the front door so that he doesn’t get too chilly during his nap.Oscar asleep in the buggyMy friend Amanda also has a little boy, Charles, who is just five weeks older than Oscar.  Oscar and I met up with Amanda and Charles at Holt Country Park a couple of weeks back to have a catch up and to take both boys out for an Autumnal spin in their buggies.

We took a leisurely stroll around the park and out into the town to visit Folly Tearoom for hot chocolate and cake. Hot chocolate at Folly tearoomChocolate cake at Folly tearoomThe boys shared a scone and enjoyed swinging their legs in their highchairs. Both Amanda and I agreed that however delicious the drink and cake had been, it was probably a mistake to go for a double whammy of chocolate and so we both downed glasses of water before heading back on our return journey.Oscar and Me at Pearson road in Holt, NorfolkAmanda even spotted a sign made for us on the way back, so we had to stop for a photo!

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The EnduranceLife Gower Marathon (Pt 2)

(If you missed the first part of my recap of the 2017 Gower Marathon, you can find it here.)

Although it had been fairly windy at the start of the race, I had been able to take my jacket off a few miles in.  It wasn’t really cold, and we never had any rain actually during the race at all, although from talking to friends afterwards, both the ultra runners and the half marathoners got some light rain during their run.

I had wrapped my jacket up into a little ball, encasing my phone, and then jammed it into my bag, hoping that despite all the padding my phone would still track the miles I ran using the Strava app, although I wasn’t too worried if it didn’t.  Annoyingly, this meant that I couldn’t really take any photos out on the course during the day though, and I also never really knew at what mileage point I was on the course.  From the position of aid stations and the pace I knew I was roughly running at I could kind of work out how many miles I had run, but it’s not quite the same as having a Garmin beep to tell you each time you’ve ticked off another mile!  The EnduranceLife aid stations are also quite good in that they display a large board showing what mile the aid station is situated at and how many miles you have until you reach the next checkpoint.  I guess the marshals get these two questions a lot!  Perhaps this is an idea we could nab to add to the ultra checkpoints for Go Beyond events too?  I’ve just put my name down to marshal at Country to Capital again next year.

I had been debating whether or not to wear my new pair of trails for the run.  I say ‘new pair’, – they must have run about 100 miles or so by now – but as my feet are quite wide, I find it takes several runs in a pair of trainers before I don’t feel the pressure across the top of my foot from when my feet expand during a long run.  I paused not long after my fall to loosen the laces over the arch of my foot and tighten the laces higher up instead and this seemed to ease the pressure.

I didn’t stop at the first checkpoint.  There were a large number of people already spread out around the table and I didn’t want to waste any time getting to the cut off point at mile 19.9.  I just dibbed in, grabbed some jelly babies and left again.  I kept trying to work out at what point I was on the course by landmarks and the time of day, as I was still rather concerned about making the shortened cut off time.  We came down a very steep and muddy hill onto a blind bend section of road.  I think perhaps it was at about mile 8.  There was a marshal here – ensuring runners could stop their legs in time before hitting the road.  We turned sharply to the left, took the next right hand road turn and then climbed a stile into a field and were away again.  As I ran down the hill I asked the marshal at what mile point we were at currently.  She told me mile 12.5, with a half mile to go until the next checkpoint.  This confused me a lot.  I know that I definitely had not run 12.5 miles of a course with hills like that in under two hours!  And it then took a further hour for me to reach the next checkpoint which definitely hadn’t been only half a mile away!

EnduranceLife Gower marathon 2017EnduranceLife Gower marathon 2017EnduranceLife Gower marathon 2017EnduranceLife Gower marathon 2017I paused briefly at the second checkpoint to get my water bottle topped up and to grab a couple of custard creams.  I never buy custard creams but after EnduranceLife events I always think I should probably run with them at my next race.

The second beach was much easier and shorter than I remembered and once again I managed to run steadily across the whole distance.  As you come off of the second beach you are greeted by hundreds and hundreds of uneven steps heading uphill through the woods.  They are really tough going and I had completely forgotten just how much they take it out of you at this point on the marathon.  I had not long told another runner that they worst part of this event was over now, with all of the major hills early on in the course!

Gower gully steps in the wood(Picture taken part way up the steps back in 2015.)

I ran up behind a family along the steps and heard them say “Move aside, there’s a runner coming up”, to which I responded in between rather heavy breaths… “I’m not doing much running I’m afraid!”
The journey back down is not much better as you can’t really find your stride with all of the steps being at different heights and lengths.  I was glad for that section to be over!

Soon I had made it to the third and final beach.  You need to run along a rather loose, sandy section before crossing a bridge and making it over onto the full beach.  This section seemed to go on forever.

Gower marathon scenery(Photo from the 2014 event.)

I crossed the bridge at 2:05pm, knowing that the 19.9 mile checkpoint was at the far end of the beach and that official cut off for the race was at 2:15pm.  I wanted my legs to hurry, but at the same time I didn’t want to hurry them so much that they burnt out and I had to keep stop-starting across the sand.  As I saw the time on my Vivofit get ever closer to 2:15pm I figured I could probably blag my way by 5 minutes or so.  Perhaps 10?  My watch changed to 2:16pm just as I pulled off the beach and turned towards the checkpoint.  I had made it!

I paused to top up both bottles here, and having made the one and only cut off in time I rewarded myself with a long walk and a chance to pull my pretzels from the bag on my back.  I’d devoured two Clif bars early into the race, and eaten the custard creams at the last checkpoint, but I’d been craving salty pretzels for the last few miles and daren’t waste the time stopping to rearrange my bag.  The pressure was now off though!  I could walk the rest of the way and would still be ticking off my thirteenth marathon before the day was out.  Having pushed it (although comfortably) I knew I would be in with a good chance of beating my previous time on the course as well, even if I did end up deciding to walk the rest of the way!

After quarter of a mile I was ready to run again, and so held onto my bag of pretzels and set off.  I had passed several people at the final checkpoint, – I’m guessing people who were also rewarding themselves for making the cut off in time!  We then went on to play leap frog a few times for several miles as we took it in turns to pass each other.  Although I don’t have any pictures of the course on the day, we did walk the final 7 miles of the course on the Sunday on our trip over to the pub (and back again!) so I took some pictures then, which I’ll share in a separate post.

The final checkpoint was the point at which I (along with several others due to the poor weather) was pulled last time I ran the event in 2015, and I was surprised how much of the course I remembered having not run this section since 2014.  There are several steep, slippery climbs where you need to use hands to help yourself up, but also a few longer sections of grassy trail where you can make up a little bit of time.

Annoyingly, my phone died at mile 25.3, so I couldn’t take my traditional photo of the ‘One mile to go’ sign.

Gower elevation(The grey is the elevation, and blue line my pace.)

A mile before the finish I saw a familiar shape hobbling towards me.  Kev, the guy who had persuaded me to run my first ultra back in 2013 and who has been super supportive of my running journey ever since made his way back along to track to give me a hug and fill me in on how the others had gotten on in their races.EnduranceLife Gower marathon 2017Kev and another injured runner, Sandra, had been stood on the final mile post for hours, seeing everybody through to the finish.  The other runners from our club had all had a fairly good day, with just Tracey dropping down from the marathon to the half on route as planned, and Tom dropping from the ultra down to the marathon due to an existing injury.

Official time: 7h 03m 53s
Position: 125/129

I had beaten my previous time by more than half an hour.

It absolutely tipped it down just as I crossed the finish line where I bumped into James, the other marathon finisher from our club who had been back for 25 minutes or so.  We waited the worst of it out under the comfort of the marquee before making our way back to the cottages to a cheer from the runners who had already returned back, showered and eaten!  We were the last to return, so once showers were had it was time to really start our weekend away!

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