I did my first half marathon (here in Leeds) yesterday, so I thought I'd brag about it here!
My training routine got severely disrupted by unplanned events about two months ago, and I then overdid it when I resumed, which resulted in me suffering really bad knee pain for the last few weeks. But I couldn't back out when so many people had sponsored me. In the event, the knees held up brilliantly, thanks mainly to that nice Mr Ibuprofen.
But beforehand I really was dreading it. In fact I was dreading it right up to the top of the first of the two really steep hills on the course. (I'd assumed that a half marathon course would be flat, like a marathon, but overlooked the fact that this is Leeds, where making people suffer is an Art Form.) But after conquering the first big hill, I felt that I could run the whole distance.
I had expected to suffer most of the way round, but it was really only for the last mile where my thighs started to seize up. I did get very hungry around the nine-mile mark, and got the craving for a pork pie. Water seemed a very poor substitute.
So overall I expected to struggle but to feel very virtuous afterwards, but in actual fact I thouroughly enjoyed the run. Wouldn't mind doing another one some time!
My training routine got severely disrupted by unplanned events about two months ago, and I then overdid it when I resumed, which resulted in me suffering really bad knee pain for the last few weeks. But I couldn't back out when so many people had sponsored me. In the event, the knees held up brilliantly, thanks mainly to that nice Mr Ibuprofen.
But beforehand I really was dreading it. In fact I was dreading it right up to the top of the first of the two really steep hills on the course. (I'd assumed that a half marathon course would be flat, like a marathon, but overlooked the fact that this is Leeds, where making people suffer is an Art Form.) But after conquering the first big hill, I felt that I could run the whole distance.
I had expected to suffer most of the way round, but it was really only for the last mile where my thighs started to seize up. I did get very hungry around the nine-mile mark, and got the craving for a pork pie. Water seemed a very poor substitute.
So overall I expected to struggle but to feel very virtuous afterwards, but in actual fact I thouroughly enjoyed the run. Wouldn't mind doing another one some time!
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