I probably wouldn't have gone along but Willie, Steve and I decided to revive the medal winning v50 team of Hawick xc triumph. I was feeling tired. And not really in the mood for 5 minutes of lung scorching top speed. As Steve and I did some strides to warm up, I pointed out the first corner and noting it was muddy said someone could have an accident on that if they weren't careful. Indeedy.
Pretty soon we set off and I could see Johnny just ahead. There were a couple of folk dodging around and I moved forward of them, over to the right giving me a wide swing across the first corner which I thought was a good strategy until I felt my left foot slide and I realised I was going down. I'm not sure quite how I managed it but I went down hard on my front (deploying airbag) and slapped the ground hard with both palms. Johnny and a couple of others asked was I okay without slowing, while I bounced up quickly, cursing.
This was exactly 1.09 into the race. I know this because my tap-sensitive watch assumed I wished to record another lap. I looked down at my filthy and bloodied hands hoping the extra adrenalin would make up the lost time. Not a good start. By comparison the rest of the mile was incident free. I took back a few of the places I had dropped and could see Johnny just ahead. But I didn't have much in the tank and just cruised the remainder. I tried to lift the pace towards the end and did enough to ensure I wasn't overtaken by anyone but I didn't really have any va-va-voom, and was just glad I hadn't done more damage hitting the deck when I fell.
Here are some photos I took of the second and third laps.
Here are some photos I took of the second and third laps.
Afterwards I was allowed to wash my hands in the pavilion. I managed to get most of the dirt out before they started to hurt.
photo Ian J
photo Shery
I think I heard my time called as 5.13 - so no nearer to the elusive sub 5 than the last couple of times I ran this. Must do more speed work before the next mile. And less falling.
reminds me of after the Southside Six when Mary was dealing with your knee abrasian
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