My Edinburgh Rock N Roll 2013 Marathon Weekend Review.
As you may well know by now I wasn’t even gonna run Edinburgh today after spending far too much cash in Amsterdam/Paris/London.
But I decided to go anyway.
I spent Saturday in Edinburgh city centre taking in all of the tourist sights including Camera Obscura. They have this massive electric orb that was thinking of stealing and carrying it around on my back like Tony the Fridge throughout the race.
I spent the rest of the day sleeping in my hotel as I’ve had too many early starts recently and I was feeling tired as hell.
This was my ‘last supper’ before the race itself.
Race day stress.
This morning was full of the stress I’ve always tried to avoid as a runner. I woke up at 6am and fannied about for an hour thinking I had all of the time in the world to get ready.
By 7:30am I knew I was gonna be late and checked out of my Travelodge in a frenzy. By the time I was out it was 7:40am and I had 20 minutes to cover the two miles from Ratho Park to Edinburgh Airport to catch my bus.
It was a terrible experience. The rain was driving down and the wind was gale force.
I nearly got blown off the overpass just outside the Travelodge.
I wish I was joking.
It was miserable until I finally got onto the bus and into the City Centre.
The bus driver took one look at me and said ‘you wet Pal?’.
“No! This is how I normally perspire you idiot!”
I went a little too mad with the Powerade on the bus and had to take a piss up a Wynd. I had no idea what a Wynd is/was, but apparently they consist of steps and tarmac.
As great as my piss last week on Champees Elysees was, this had to rival it.
The only thing was that I couldn’t stop and had awful mental images of Taggart barging around the corner and arresting me for being a fool with no self-control.
Ah god, what can I say?
I thought Belfast 2012 was bad weather-wise, but this was much worse because of the wind.
The conditions didn’t really effect me until I reached 8 miles and I lost all forward momentum as I ran into a 40 mph gust.
Fortunately we turned the corner, where it was downhill through Holyrood Country Park for half a mile with the wind at our backs.
The race really whizzed by and I didn’t hit the wall at all.
All throughout the race I had the sub 2 hour half marathon in the back of my mind but I was unfortunately quite a bit of the pace.
I gave it my all coming down the Royal Mile but it wasn’t enough. I was 40 seconds shy of a personal best by the finish.
The good thing is that I took 7 minutes off my time in the half marathon last year finishing in 2:03:10
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little disappointed. But it was a good result given the conditions and the course.
After Belfast I haven’t much on race wise. I’m tempted to start marathon hunting now but I know if I do that I’ll just enter 3o 10k’s in Latvia if I think about all of this too soon.
Here is my medal. It’s a great one!