Snetterton 10k 2020 # 12in12 – Lipstick, Salad and Lycra

I can honestly say I had high hopes for it.

Over the past few years, my race times have dramatically decreased. The reason was that due to lack of time, injuries, illness, nobody had actually trained for the competition and had simply been tired of other activities.

But this time it was different.

This time I am 8 weeks into a 12 week half marathon training program. I've probably covered more miles in the last 8 weeks than in the previous 6 months, maybe throughout the year. 8 weeks of half-marathon training was also about where I was when I set my 10k PB in 2013 at 59:35.

Snetterton 10k also advertises itself as "fast and smooth" and is ideal for PB pursuers.

This time. I was thinking. I am obliged in what is their availability? less than an hour.

Last week was a recovery week in my workout plan, so I had a good rest. I have a slightly poor knee, but otherwise I was feeling pretty good. I would have even had a REAL sleep for a week.

On Sunday morning I woke up in the bright, slightly frosty weather. Couldn't have been a better day for a lovely run.

Snetterton is about a 40 minute drive and with the race starting at 11am, we didn't even have to get up early, so we walked with the Pugs, had a relaxed breakfast and headed to the race tracks.

The weather looked nice, but it was so cool! At 10 o'clock in the morning, when we arrived, there were still icy spots in the shade and I could not feel my fingers or toes very quickly.

The weather was so cold that we even joined the group warm-up. Something I rarely do, like jumping in the air with people in the crowd, makes me feel stupid.

The atmosphere was quite festive. The competition consists of 5k and 10k competitions. The 5k goes down before and faster runners can sign up for both competitions if you should be so inclined. The good thing about Snetterton is that it is well set up for visitors and spectators, even though they usually follow things on the runway that move much faster. This meant that there was a café with hot drinks and plenty of toilet facilities, so the queues were not bad at all, even 20 minutes before the start of the race, when each individual runner decided to run his or her pre-race.

The chips collection and bag drop lines were also blessingly short and fast moving, which meant we could hang on to our warm jacket until the last minute. Frankly, it all went like clockwork.

As we waited for the 10k start in the race pencil, some of the last 5k runners ran down the course and enjoyed a tremendous amount of joy from the waiters.

Almost immediately, the competition started with my first thought: "it's not flat yet". Much of the trail seems to have a very slight gradient. It's not exactly steep, but it goes on for a long time. There are sections of my regular workouts that are like that, and I despise them because your brain tells you it's flat, but your body says, "Hey, I'm sure this pace is harder than usual.&quot ;

Most of the actual run is a bit cloudy. It was a beautiful sunny but cold day and you could see for miles across the hills and the fields surrounding the racetrack, but not much except the fields and the hills. There was music around the track and since it was not a road race, headphones were allowed so I was accompanied by Zombies, Run! around the track. I just listen to the song without music in the meantime.

I remember how one guy with a microphone calling out people's competition numbers was high when I remember they were almost in tears as they read the Zombies, Run section of the poem "If"! And you read a musician who played "Bear Needsities" And people around me sing along.

With a couple of hairpin bends, I looked over and noticed a noticeably faster Mr LLL running around, which is something I don't often have to do in regular road racing.

About halfway through, I realized that I was not at the PB, but that I was running for half the goal, about 10 minutes away.

Another thing that happened about halfway down the track was that I noticed a leading runner sprinting on the outside of the race course unexpectedly. "Hmm," I thought, "shouldn't we turn off that pit-line I'm going to end up with right now?" I looked around and was sure there were cones, a large sign that said, "That led to the finish," and a little further ahead, a large blue inflatable finish line, now behind a massive metal fence. "Hmmm," I thought, "it can't be good." I saw the leading female runner heading for me on the right side of the fence, which seemed hours after I had slowly lowered the rest of the fence, and saw the guy who had bypassed me talking to me behind the runner finish line, waving his arms and gesticulating wildly . Therefore, I have extrapolated that he realized his mistake without having to make another round, but I can't imagine being impressed by the time lost. (PS checked the chip times and he ended the bang in the 33rd minute when the first female runner came in second overall with a time of 33:15 so I expect her to double back and go through the cones. They were still over a minute before the third place runner.)

The last few miles of the race were much harder than I expected. I've run up to 10 miles on weekends, so I expected 6 to be a walk to the shops, but keeping up the pace became much tougher.

I wasn't the only one who worked hard. In front of me was a group of women. One of them continued to walk, effortlessly. One group stopped walking with him, the other tried to motivate himself by running around his screaming "Don't Stop Now" and "Not Far Away" and other motivational attempts, such as Army drill sergeant. I certainly felt motivated. I felt motivated that if I managed to speed up a bit, I would be able to accidentally push her up, or at least reach far enough that I wouldn't hear.

Neither of these events happened, but I kept my pace, which meant that I could also enjoy walking the teenage girl and her mother who was trying to wait for her, waking her up, and yelling at her, "MUM, JUST GO !!"

Honestly, I've never seen so much drama in 10k space.

And then the haziness was over. As I ran down the trail, I noticed Mr LLL waiting and kissing me: "I am dying", collecting my medal (which has a wrong date and which mysteriously says – at the top of a half-marathon) – a mandatory banana and a lion bar and then burst into tears. .

I was disappointed. I knew I hadn't done it in an hour. I felt it shouldn't have been so harsh and looking at the clock made me realize that I had to seriously overhaul my goals for the February Half Marathon.

I drank some water and felt much better and posed for a couple of compulsory medals.

Then we went to the incredibly healthy McDonalds to explain our competition.

Mr. LLL ran fast, about 53 minutes. I thought mine was about 1 hour 2 minutes.

By mid afternoon, the chip times had run out and I found out I was running 1 hour 2 minutes and 10 seconds.

I didn't manage the PB, but it was my fastest time after the inexplicably fast run of Trowse 10k in 2016 and my 4th fastest ever, the other 2 fastest ever back in 2013 when I was probably busy setting up personal bestsellers.

This is one of those years' contest # 12in12 challenge made. I think I'll have to look back on my half-marathon hopes next month because I'm not sure if I can run the 13-mile "hilly and challenging" run at the same pace as I just ran the "fast and smooth" 6-mile course. , but who knows what might happen in the next 3 weeks?

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