Well, it’s been a little while since Snowdonia and I’ve had time to reflect.
Conclusion – I got it wrong.
I’ve been harping on about it all year, training and building toward what was supposed to be a great run and satisfying result, only to let myself down. but the thing I most regret is the way I reacted since the race finished.
Every time I’ve been asked about it, I’ve given the same mardy response, listing all that went wrong, as if the errors were excuses for a poor result. They were a symptom of bad judgement and poor preparation on my part. Nothing more, nothing less. Doesn’t justify the long moan, when people were asking out of kindness.
I ate food that I normally wouldn’t have used on a race, but figured it’d be okay.
I started the race dehydrated and over dressed for too long before shedding layers. Stupid. My fault. Not worth moaning about since I also had a great weekend with the Team, ate in the legendary Pete’s Eats Café and got to run across Snowdon. The route was amazing. The mountain via the Pyg Track is a brilliant experience that I’d be more than happy to do again as soon as there’s chance.
So, less of the ‘glass half empty’ rubbish and on with the running.
Next up I have the Round Rotherham 50 to address, with my 2012 9hr 38min to trim. I did that on tired legs and walked a load, so I should be looking at a PB for sure, so long as I get back to drinking the High5 4:1 mix that was always very effective on my long runs (though I didn’t start drinking it until I’d walked a miserable 15 miles of the RR in a grump, so best to get drinking it a little sooner on the day).
Jog the entire thing, stick to the level 1, level 2 that I should have on Snowdon and still have legs for the later miles without the wheels coming off again…
Anyway, that’s that for moaning.
This last week I’ve been on annual leave and took the opportunity to go run across the Seven Sisters (some of them anyway) as part of a great coastal run overlooking Eastbourne seafront, then I ran down the promenade and onto the pier, before retracing my steps back to the car. I saw lighthouses (still think of Pete’s Dragon every time I see one), cliffs, planes (flying, I assume – as part of the AirBourne show that was taking place earlier the same day – 160 meters from sea level, but right at my eye level) and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. All this, despite having consumed a full roast meal, bottle of lager and apple crumble, ice cream and custard mere moments before heading out for this particular run.
It’s a funny one. Lots of sharp ups and downs to tackle while along the cliff edge, but a very pleasant flat section along the Eastbourne front to allow me some easier running before heading straight back up that giant climb and over the tops again – racing the sundown as I went.
I am now focussing on steady runs on flat ground (same old same old, to work and back in readiness for the 50 miler in October).