The definition of a “great” marathon can be well and truly
pinned to the Shakespeare for all of us that took part. This year they
obviously learnt from their mistakes of last and the organisation, course,
weather were perfect gaining 5 of the 6 Striders PB’s either in the half or
full marathon.
Happy days.
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Gordon and I could not have picked a better hotel as we just
had to fall out of bed, straight out of the front door and onto the start line!
That was the first “great” of the race.
Saturday was spent happily grazing from one pasta
establishment to another. We bumped into the Coppenhalls who joined us for
afternoon tea and a scrummy pasta feast in the evening. What with a little
retail therapy and eating, Saturday was a very relaxed start to our endeavours.
Only special finishers got awarded their medals by the Mayor
(not).
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Sunday morning dawned hazy and cool with no wind (well none
that we can talk about)…perfect. Gordon persuaded me that I would not need my
full length running top and vest and boy was he right. The light breeze was a
welcome relief once we were well into the marathon.
As always, Gordon left me standing at the start and before
the first bend, I had lost him in the bouncing sea of colour. The course took
us on a 1 mile lap of the town and then we were taken out into the surrounding
countryside, through amazingly picturesque villages. The first part of the
first lap had us up and down a little, with one interesting hill around the 8/9
mile mark which was long and exhausting but short and sharp over the other side
so you couldn’t make the most of it. Support was sporadic but where there was
some, it was enthusiastic.
Think I was catching flies here!
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By the time the half marathoners and full marathoners split,
the sun and shown its face promising to make for a warmer second half. I nearly
just did the half as I was chatting (yes, I had breadth for it…maybe that’s
where my 36 secs came from?!) with a half marathon runner and a friendly
marshal kindly pointed me, quickly, in the right direction.
So it was head down, music on, a quick look over my shoulder
to make sure I wasn’t the last one through and a good talking to myself to keep
the legs turning over at a steady pace. Knowing “the hill” was going to rear up
again between 17 and 18 miles, I gulped down the gels in time for them to do
their job and managed a steady stagger up for the final time.
After that the course was flat and beautiful with the last 6
miles or so on a fab old rail trail. The wind was nicely sat behind us as was
the sun (I have the sunburn to prove it) and my legs were amazingly still going
at a good pace. Gordon had well and truly disappeared and in-fact when I was
around 24 miles I think he was just about finishing. How does he do that?
Smile please… NO!
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Apart from a couple of occasions when my legs felt like
giving up, I managed to talk myself out of shuffling and gave myself a stern
talking to and managed a PB as did Gordon. So all’s well in the Hutchins
household!
Marathon man.
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So we would definitely rate this as a “great” marathon and intend
to do it next year. Well I’ve got to lose that 36 seconds haven’t I?!
For more information, check out the race website.
Cheryl
Nice write up. You mention 36 seconds twice. It I don't see where you state your finishing time... I found it in the Chip Results site
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