Photo: Happier times at Loch Leven. That bloke on my left beat me after my bobbins last 3 miles.
3 weeks have passed since the marathon and Rhona got in touch and persuaded me to do the Loch Leven half today. Having done very little running since the big one, I was relying on my marathon fitness to get by. I was hoping to crack 1:25 so I set off doing a 6:30 pace. It was going very well with me gaining over a minute for the main part of the run. But then the wheels fell off my plan at 10 miles. Here you do a right turn at the north end of the loch, straight into a head wind. I remembered this happening the last time I did it, but I had forgotten just how much it slowed me down. So, having run 10 miles at 6.5min mile pace, it then took 20 minutes 44 seconds to run the last 3. What a disappointment it was to see the clock tick past my PB time and give me 1:25.44 Grrr! Maybe it was too much too soon. I came 34th and 9th in my age category. I shouldn't grumble too much as it was great scenery and a well organised run. In our goody bags we were all given a buff. No matter how I wear a buff, I look like a total knob or like I am in the middle of a course of chemotherapy. Emma has already nicked it, and Andrew was pretending to rob banks with it.
Rhona won a prize of the 2nd fastest woman of a certain age, so we killed time eating free cakes. The woman complained that some runners were taking 3 or 4 cakes and that there wouldn't be any left for the slower runners. We were actually doing them a favour by eating more cakes we would slow down, and in doing so, prevent them from eating too many...which is why they are slower runners.
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