I think a side effect of the Hoka shoes
cushioning feet so well is that when I come to run in fairly thin
trail shoes on hard pack and tarmac courses like the Devilla Trail
race or Forfar Multi, it means my calves ache the next day. Or did
they always?
Anyway I was hobbling around today
feeling like I couldn't be bothered. And mostly I managed to avoid
any serious industry or heavy lifting. But the weather outside was
pretty glorious (from inside). And I notice from the running calendar
that I tend to run Mondays and skip Tuesdays. But mostly just a
gentle session.
Easter Road - up
Easter Road - down
However Mary suggested rad road reps
and well I couldn't see why not although again with Carnethy behind
us I couldn't really see why. I felt a little guilty I hadn't given
Ally R the heads up as he was keen for a bit of rad torture. I hoped
he had caught up with the Monday lunchtime Arthur's Seat folk. I don't
know how anyone can face a big hilly session so soon after the
exertions of the weekend. I keep meaning to go along but haven't yet found the will power.
So with the sun descending I took the
camera and we headed up Easter Road – the radical road visible and
the crags orange in the sinking sun. Hardly any wind was really
helpful – there is often a cruel blast in the face around halfway
up as you turn the corner.
Without any breather recovery we were
off and I judged the first one spot on this time doing 4.57 – under
5 mins but with every possibility of doing the next 2 a bit quicker.
At the top I took photos and waited on Mary. After she had caught her
breath we continued along to the shoulder at Hunter's Bog and then
took the muddy path down and along through the bog. Back to the
start. Coach Gordon at club used this as a Wednesday Summer session
– 3 laps and everyone racing. The climb was the killer.
2nd lap and the sun has gone.
When we got back to the start Mary
again set off – no recovery as such. The long descent being the
recovery. At first I was more keen to just descend the rad rd and run
another but this route meant a cumulative 7 miles by the time we got
home, - 5 miles run during the 3 laps.
The finish line
The second lap was the hardest to pace.
Too relaxed and it wouldn't be faster than the first. Too quick and
the third would be impossible. Its not just a case of a little more
than last time as you tire with each so its a little more plus some.
I put off my watch at 4.45, perhaps a little too fast if I wanted to
take a similar amount off for the final lap.
The descent into the bog was darker and
we decided the third lap to go round the front of the crags. Back to
the start and off again. Its tricky to know where to pick the pace up.
The start is steep and if you overcook it you will be spent before the path levels off a bit and you can leg it. I spent the
second half using my arms more and trying to take longer more
powerful strides. The top can't come quick enough and I was having a
near death experience when I crossed the line. 4.40 Praise be and
wandering around spitting, making funny noises and looking at the ground. Emo girls
watching the glimmer of the post-sunset no doubt thought I was some
idiot out abusing his long suffering girlfriend.
Third lap and the street lights go on.
Taking photos and realising I hold my
breath when releasing the shutter and that I couldn't because I was
gasping too much. Mary appeared and we ran off and home. Good tough
session on a beautiful evening.
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