I've managed to haul my aching limbs around a few races in the last six months following yet another Achilles led absence. Having dropped Claudie at Southampton Airport at the unearthly hour of 5am one summer's Saturday, I enjoyed the surreal experience of running a Parkrun on Greenham Common; I then did my first road race in nearly a year with a heartening performance in the Cricklade 10km before, dangerously, racing three times in as many weeks: the Horton Bull Run, a lovely six mile off-roader (see picture); the first mob match of the winter in Richmond Park; and a 10km in Washington DC whilst on a trip to see daughter Natalie who is working across the pond.In each of the races I was first V55 (usually first V50 too), which only goes to prove the point already made. Take both 10k's: I ran 38.49 and 38.52 - not bad for an old codger, especially one who eschews any form of speedwork (due aforementioned Achilles) - but pretty sad that I can't even run six minute miles these days. The Washington race happened to be 30 years to the day since my marathon pb at New York where I averaged 33.50 for each of the 10k's (15.52/16.08 = 32.00 for first 10k was a mite ambitious and explains why I 'didn't get the trip'). Fitness and pace are all relative, of that there is no doubt.
If I can get through the winter without any further mishaps then I'd like to set a few more targets (despite comments above, I feel running is a bit of a life sentence for me for both physical and psychological reasons): going south of 17, 35, 58, 78 and 3 would be good.
