After the hubris in the reporting of last week’s fast run, it seems only fair that I am forced to eat humble pie. I got it wrong.
One of the downsides of not having the latest satellite technology is that I have to measure the distances I run on an OS map, with the aid of a piece of paper. And then remember where the mile markers are.
It had previously not mattered exactly where the mile markers were, as I knew the overall distance to the turn point was correct. Last week however, I used one of the intermediate markers as a turn point and thus turned too early, by 200m, netting a quarter mile deficit.
I found this out today by running the same distance and coming up with a disappointingly different result… especially the two (lengthened) miles that I ran at 10 minutes per mile!
So, same idea as last week except that I ran to the woodland burial ground just shy of Clayton and back again.
I’ve jumbled all the intermediate numbers in my head, so all I’m sure about is that I returned in 87 minutes and that I didn’t steam the last mile up the hill. Thus 10 miles at an average of 8.7 minutes per mile, 6.9mph. A good result, but still slower than last week.
I took no photos’s so I thought you might like to see the flint that I found buried in the sole of my shoe, thankfully before I left… although from the damage to the innersole, it’s clearly been there a while!
I am already overdue new splodge so I can sense an imminent visit to Kurt at Run!
I also thought that you might like to see what I was doing yesterday… helping the garden into its summer clothes. This should in no way be seen as a performance excuse… although in addition to scarifying and cutting the grass, lifting the garden furniture and myriad pots into place and cleaning out the tea-house, I also washed both cars.
