My First Runs Since The Titanic Quarter Ultra Marathon On Sunday.
This week has been quite tiring. I’m still recovering mentally from the 50k but I haven’t stopped running.
I ran 14 miles at 5am yesterday and ran another 15 today.
A very 15 mile hilly run
I didn’t know where I was gonna run when I started out as I was still a bit tired after yesterday’s 14 miler.
Being a bit of a dickhead, I decided to head west towards the hills.
Ultra training starts here?
It was completely uneventful until I got to the hilly parts.
I encountered another runner at the beginning of the Knockagh Road. He stormed up past me at the start of the road and as we went further on up the road I caught up with him. He was slowing quite a bit and I could sympathise as I’ve capitulated like that many times.
Still, the awful competitive bastard in me wanted to just breeze past him like he breezed past me at the start of the road.
Instead I slowed up and kept behind him.
I didn’t want the same thing to happen to me!
I know how easily you can lose your running form on hills.
It’s sometimes better to start slower than usual on hills and then speed up if it’s too easy or boring.
I caught up properly with him at the intersection of the Slievetrue and Knockagh Roads. We talked for a while and wished one another well.
And that was that.
Running up a new road!
I’ve never tried running up the Slievetrue Road as there’s another hill at the end of it which takes you from 230m to 280m.
This time I didn’t care. I’d ran the first few hill miles at about a 11:20 min/mile pace and was ready for more.
I think the best thing about the Titanic Quarter 50k for me was that I got over my obsession with the 11 minute mile somehow not counting as ‘running’.
In the last few miles of the race I knew that any amount of running mattered hugely as it got me towards the end closer.
There were a few points around the outskirts of Woodburn Forest where I was tiring and thinking of just going to bed in the trees and living off squirrels for the rest of my bland existence, but the only ones up there are the size of small dogs, can do a 10k in 9 minutes and are teaming with AIDS.
So I kept on jogging.
Running down Woodburn Road.
The view across the Belfast Lough from up past Woodburn Church was amazing. I stared across the bay at the places that I’d ran threw in the 50k and thought “thank fuck I never have to go back there again.”
Until maybe next year.
On a serious note, it’s a great feeling knowing that all of the hills are behind you, but on this stretch I just couldn’t find any rhythm.
Normally I love storming down-hill sections, but this time it was so steep that I couldn’t run fast as I was off balance the whole time.
I really don’t like running down there anywhere as there was a massive bus crash on the hump-back bridge back in 1992 and I’ve always thought the place was cursed.
Ruined the rest of the run with time fixation.
I’m my own worst enemy. I wanted to run long and easy but at the same time I wanted a sub 10 minute-mile average.
I struggled through the last mile and ended up on a 9:59 min/mile average for 15 hilly miles.
It kinda ruined my enjoyment of the run. I need to stop being so damn critical.