Race Report: Waterford Half Marathon

I saw this race and impulsively entered a few months ago. At 25 euro a pop, a great reputation and a free hat, how could I resist. Jenny also signed up, it being her first half marathon so we decided to make a weekend of it staying the the nearby Viking hotel.

I figured I’d be well recovered from the marathon by this stage (5 weeks) and to be honest I feel I pretty much am recovered with just slight tiredness lingering. I’ve done just a total of 3 tempo sessions since the marathon with the rest being milage, milage and more milage. The plan for me is to focus on building a strong aerobic base until February before tackling marathon training again. I came into this race not really knowing what to expect but prepared for all eventualities. I’m already pleased with my performance this year and target have been exceeded so there was no huge pressure on me for this one, mainly out to enjoy it but if I was feeling good I was prepared to work hard and try nab a PB.

I got a 2 mile warmup done on what was a pretty decent morning for a race, there was a drop of rain just before the start but stayed dry throughout. We got to the start line at WIT sports campus just minutes before the start so no hanging around in the cold. I took my place a couple of rows behind the start with some Leevale club mates. After some formalities and a speech by the mayor, none of which registered with me, the gun went and off we shot. It was a quick start down hill and my plan to start conservatively was immediately out the window though I did settle into a more sensible pace once we levelled out. The trio of club mates had packed and I considered going with them but opted not to and just run my own race.

Miles 1-3

I was running well within myself for the first mile and it felt very comfortable with a 5:50 popping up but a little misleading with the quick downhill start. Then the 2nd mile came, horrible uphill drag and suddenly I was working harder so I backed off the pace a little, the aim being to worry less about the pace today and keep effort consistent. I gradually worked in with a group and once over the hill we upped the pace and hit mile 3 feeling very comfortable.

Mile 1: 5:50
Mile 2: 6:09
Mile 3: 5:39

Miles 4-6

We headed into an industrial estate, spectacular scenery, there were factories of all sizes. There was another drag here and combined with the headwind, pace again dropped but kept effort consistent. I started breaking away from the group here, not a conscious decision as it really didn’t bother me if I was in a group or not today. Once out of the industrial estate it was into the countryside and this was a nice patch as I relaxed and just let my legs dictate a comfortable pace. I definitely felt I wasn’t working as hard as I could have been, compared to say Charleville a couple of month. To be honest there was no drive to really push hard, probably because at this stage I knew a PB wasn’t on the cards, I was still working and wanted a decent time but was just trying to enjoy it more than anything.

Mile 4: 6:00
Mile 5: 5:47
Mile 6: 5:41

Miles 7-9

My splits were already quite erratic but that reflects the mildly undulating course. This being my first time doing the race, I had no idea what to expect around every corner which in a way was good as I working on effort levels rather than pace. Mile 7 wasn’t very enjoyable, another drag and my legs were tiring a little so I backed off but then for mile 8 and 9 I felt an injection of pace and picked it right up again. The slow mile 7 had allowed the previous group reattach before we broke up into a smaller group again and I worked in step with a couple of Waterford AC runners. The back roads were pretty tough on the calf muscles and I found myself weaving around the country roads avoiding the potholes and trying to find decent terrain. Coming up to 9 miles I was still feeling ok and felt confident enough to see it home at the current effort.

Mile 7: 6:07
Mile 8: 5:45
Mile 9: 5:50

Miles 10-13.1

Mile 10 was pretty comfy and I was thinking great I’ll just ease it home for the next 3. Then for mile 11 we turned into a headwind and a drag and I was knocked back a little. A group caught me again which is strange as I’m not used to moving between groups so much, usually if I leave a group I’m determined to stay abreast of them but today I was ok with it, knowing I’d be able to pick it up again. I did pick it up again on mile 12 and I pulled away keeping a good steady effort all the way to the end and really enjoying the last downhill mile clocking a 5:36. The Waterford AC lads had gone well ahead of me but I didn’t put on a chase. I crossed the line 22nd in 1:16:46 feeing pretty satisfied with the effort knowing I could have offered a little more.

Mile 10: 5:50
Mile 11: 6:01
Mile 12: 5:52
Mile 13: 5:36

Summary: 13.1 miles in 1:16:46 @ 5:51 min/mile

10850584_10205445980378855_69257535_nThere’s somehow still an air of disappointment in that I held out a little hope of a PB but given the year I’ve had I can’t complain too much. I’m finishing the year with a 75:40 PB for the half, a time I would have grabbed with both hands last January. I think it’s been my best distance this year and having raced 5 of them in 2014 it’s quickly becoming one of my favourite, can’t wait to see what I can do with it next year.

Oh and Jenny finished her first half in a very respectable 1:42, apparently loving every step of the way, even the drags. Sandbagger.

So that’s likely it in terms of racing for the year and until February as I continue to build a solid foundation for Rotterdam in April (this is going to turn into one boring training log). A great race overall, enjoyable (for the most part, drags made me a little sad) and extremely well organised, super spread and met some friendly faces, love the hat too.

Race Report: Dublin Marathon 2014

Well while it’s still fresh, time to put pen to paper (or finger to keyboard) for my 4th marathon experience.

Background
This would be my 2nd marathon attempt this year having had a bit of a nightmare in Rotterdam a few months ago in April. After joining Leevale I had a good summer of training and racing behind me with a recent half of 75:40 suggesting I could run in the low 2:40’s on a good day. The target was flexible but sub 2:45 would have been satisfactory.

Preparation
Couldn’t really have done anything much different in terms of preparation. I had a good taper (if anything I might look at shortening this in the future), a flexible target in my mind and was much more prepared for all eventualities than last time. I arrived in Dublin the evening before, got the number and headed out for a bite to eat with a clubmate. I took on slightly more carbs than usual the day before but on the whole stuck to my typical diet all week which is not heavy on carbs and I planned on heading out on empty just like I had done in my long runs. I was pretty relaxed the night before, I looked over the training log and asserted myself I’d done the hard work. I got to bed by 12am and had a good sleep so no complaints about preparation.

Race Day
I woke up at 7am and met up with clubmate Darragh for a light jog at 7:15am, a nice 20 mins stroll around Ballsbridge and it was pretty evident it was going to be a breezy day yet very mild out also. We got back to the hotel where I had an espresso and got changed into my gear. I threw a sachet of dioralyte salts into my pocket and that was all I planned on taking during the race. We walked down to the line as I ate a banana and the atmosphere was really building. I was nice and relaxed and we made our way to the start line early, getting there 15 minutes before the start. I threw my long sleeve top off a few minutes before the start and then bang! DCM is suddenly underway.

Miles 1-5
The first few miles felt nice and easy and we stuck well to our plan of taking it out conservatively. There was as always loads of runners around who should have been further back but congestion was very manageable. I saw a friend Anthony rounding the first corner and gave him a shout so he tucked in with myself and Darragh for the first few miles, we were nice and relaxed and able to have a chat. A lot of people flew out of the traps, must have been well over 200 places back but my coach had drilled it into me to start out nice and easy and that patience would be key. The first 3 miles were sheltered, flat and pretty comfortable and was feeling like I might have a good day. We headed by Heuston and into the Phoenix park just after 3 miles. While pace slowed, we kept the effort nice and consistent and I felt I managed this section quite well. It was important to back off a bit here being so early on in the race and knowing there were more drags to come. I first started to realise that the wind was going to play a significant role today with the crosswind almost sending my bib number flying a few times.

Splits 
1. 6:19
2. 6:08
3. 6:15
4. 6:26
5. 6:19

Miles 5-10
Anthony had dropped just behind myself and Darragh and another runner from Carrig-on-Shannon joined us as we pushed through the last couple of miles into Castleknock. We had a nice momentum and kicked on in the downhill and I felt really good here opening up the legs and taking a nice breather. Back into the park where we kept the pace going and out into Chapelizod where I got some great support from the Donore water stand. I made sure to take water at every station and this made a huge difference today. We crossed Chapelizod bridge but I noticed Darragh had dropped a little behind me. I fell back to see if he was ok but he was complaining of stomach issues and didn’t look the best. He backed off and sadly that was the beginning of the end of his race as he pulled out shortly after. I found myself alone on the drag up to Kilmainham hitting 10 miles and feeling very strong and in control. I was soaking up all the amazing support up until now, it was actually unreal at times (particularly Castleknock) and sent shivers through my spine, Dublin take a bow son. I had a couple of mates cycling around the course who made a few appearances throughout and it was again a huge confidence booster, it all adds up on the day.

Splits
6. 6:16
7. 6:16
8. 6:06
9. 6:11
10. 6:12

Miles 10-15
I had good momentum coming into Kilmainham and keeping the effort and pace consistent. I kept a keen eye on my HR all day making sure it never drifted too far especially on drags and windy areas. I was pretty much solo with no group in sight to latch onto. I took my dioralyte sachet at a water station around 11 miles in and this time I actually got it into my mouth, not the ground. At this stage I had passed and was continuing to pass a few people and confidence was high, a lot of people seemed to already be paying for perhaps hitting the drag in the Phoenix park too hard. I turned onto the Crumlin road and while I knew it was going to be a difficult drag, I had no idea how bad the wind would be here. I hit half way in 1:22:3x, a minute or so off the target but I felt like I had ran that half sensibly and had plenty more to give, the hope was to kick on and put in a good negative split for the 2nd half. However, once I went through the halfway mark, I knew a few minutes were about to be lost. The wind was right in your face and combined with the drag, it didn’t make pretty reading for the splits. This is where I resigned myself to the fact a sub 2:45 probably wasn’t on the cards and a low 2:40 was out of the question. I had to realign my target to basically just run the best remainder of the race I could given the circumstances. I was so determined not to make the same mistakes I did in Rotterdam so I backed off the pace here slightly and kept hydrating at every station. A runner from Crusaders tagged along here for a mile or so, he is actually a friend of my sisters and we worked well together before he dropped off the pace around 15 miles.

Splits
11. 6:18
12. 6:12
13. 6:27
14. 6:32
15. 6:24

Miles 15-20
I got through what was in my opinion probably the most difficult section of the course somewhat unscathed and felt an immediate weight lift off my shoulders. The wind had died and the gradient levelled so I picked up the pace slightly on Cromells Fort/Kimmage rd. I was tipping along nicely, a few runners scattered ahead and I seemed to be making good ground on them, a lot of people fading along here. I got a nice shout from a couple of friends who live around here area and it was nice to see people you recognise along the course. I think it was around mile 17 where I started to feel fatigue myself, it was a low point for sure and doubts crossed my mind, was this the beginning of my end? I had to reassure myself it was just a low point, I know at this stage that the marathon is like a roller coaster in terms of how you feel. I just had to get through it and it eventually passed. I got to Templeogue road and maybe it was the unbelievable support there but I picked it up and got back into my Rhythm. I was still feeling the fatigue accumulating still but spirits were high and I was holding a decent pace. Miles 19 and 20 were pretty quick as I felt great coming through Orwell park and into Milltown. The crowds again here, what can I say, just unbelievable. So that was it, 20 miles. My plan was to get to this point in one piece and I was feeling ok, what did I have left for the last 10k? Well if you read on you’ll probably find out.

Splits
16. 6:13
17. 6:22
18. 6:17
19. 6:08
20. 6:13

Miles 20-Finish
I came out of Milltown and knew I had one last drag to tackle, Clonskeagh road all the way up to Dublin’s tame counterpart of ‘Heartbreak Hill’. I first started noticing the heat on this drag here and pace was far from my target pace but I knew not to go chasing it. It was all about getting home not only in one piece but as efficiently as possible. Mile 22 was my slowest yet (6:37) and as I approached the top of Roebuck hill, thoughts of a catastrophe consumed me. The watch ticked onto 23 miles and my pace was slowing rapidly, 7+ min/mile. Thoughts of Rotterdam and the gradual disintegration flooded my mind but I had to fight them away. I slowed to almost a stop at the top of the hill before gathering myself and looking down the hill. 3 miles to go, felt like a big ask but I started working the legs again and I said I’m going to just hang in there. I just wanted to get to the line, I’d take 7 min miles from here in, I started feeling drained. Suddenly I found myself back in a bit of a groove, the legs were working again though my mind was still fighting them. I was back in the 6:30′s and that was more than satisfactory. I started catching and passing a few people but I was starting to ache badly too. Heading onto Nutley lane I got a great shout from some Leevale club members who were up supporting for the day, gave me a fantastic boost and the shout of “2 miles to go” really hit home, what’s 2 miles at this stage? I got into Ballsbridge, memory starting to fade here as I was really hanging on for dear life and really feeling the heat. Somehow the pace was still ok but my form was ridiculous, someone told me I looked like I was on drugs when they saw me over the last 2 miles. I saw my Dad here who gave me a great shout but I could barely muster a thumbs up. Mile 25 was my new slowest (6:39) but somehow I pulled a 6:30 out of the bag on mile 26. I wanted to stop more than anything in the world and I was yearning for that finish line to come into sight. I was out on my own and the crowd was almost deafening but it felt like a hand on my shoulder pushing me over the line. As I turned onto Mount street I saw a cruel, cruel sign indicating 800 meters to go. All I could think was 2 laps of the track, how am I going to do that? 800 suddenly became 400, the crowd blowing my mind and I was like a rag doll limping towards the line. Suddenly the finish line became a reality, I stepped over that mat a proud man and managed a small celebration to cross in 2:46:59 and 66th overall. Job done. Any water?

Splits
21. 6:20
22. 6:37
23. 6:22
24. 6:25
25. 6:29
26. 6:30
27. 2:42 (0.4 miles)

26.4 miles in 2:46:59 @ 6:20 min/mile

A friend of mine who works in media was at the finish line and gave me a shout. In my delirium I gave her the weirdest look as I staggered toward the medal and bag area gasping for water. I finally sat down around the corner with a guy who was just behind me, funnily enough had never met him but we follow each other on Strava. Was good to have company here and we had a good moan before heading over to the bag collection area where I scoffed on some jellies and got some coke into me. My dad and sister were just there also and was brilliant to meet up with them straight away as the life seeped back into my bones. They got me a coffee and a cereal bar and I just sat on the ground and soaked it all in, a little smirk on my face. Though I was off my target by a good few minutes, my brother texted to tell me I was 66th and it was just then it hit me what a decent run that actually was. From 30k to the finish, I went from 134th place down to 66th, pretty pleasing.

I met up with Anthony in the pub after and a few other friends for a few delicious pints. I didn’t meet one person that hit their target and the constant theme seemed to be ‘that bloody wind/heat/drag’. It was by far the toughest marathon course I’ve ran and I’m proud that I persevered and I battled and came through on the other side, severely battered but I made it. I firmly believe the methodology my coach employed in training paid off here. He had us running killer session on a Saturday followed by a long run the next day so I had that feeling of running long with tiredness in my legs and I think it made a big difference, the hills around Cork didn’t do any harm either.

I’m very happy with my strategy today, I learned a lot from my last experience and I’m glad to see myself making sensible decisions mid-race where previously I would have ignored conditions and chased my target. Fuel-wise I think I got it right. I took the dioralyte sachet shortly after an hour, a couple of sips of lucozade throughout and took water at each station though I perhaps should have taken on more water closer to the end as the heat intensified. This was an 8 minute PB so I’m in no way disappointed with that time all things considered. I’m back on track of progressing my marathon times and really looking forward to having a crack at a sub 2:40 in the future. When and where that will be I haven’t yet decided but this episode hasn’t at all put me off the distance, if anything I’m hungrier for more. Thanks to everyone who made this such a special day, from the strangers cheering to all my family and friends who travelled, texted and phoned afterwards.

This is the physical manifestation of pain

Finally, this is the physical manifestation of pain

Race Report: Cork County Intermediate XC

I don’t want to talk about this for too long because the tears might break my keyboard. This was my 2nd XC race ever, my first being 2 years ago and I had obviously wiped that from my memory. This was quite the brutal reintroduction to XC but the good news is I made it through injury free, I helped the team to win gold but somehow I’m disappointed. I think I should have done better, mentally I wasn’t with it today, I didn’t fight enough and when I knew I had my place secured I was happy to just see it through.

The nightmare ends!

The nightmare ends!

It was a relatively dry but breezy Sunday morning out in the wilderness of the North Cork countryside, Castlelyons to be precise. Preparation wasn’t ideal, I was in Dublin on my brother stag last night, 2am by the time I got to sleep having had to carry himself home and then up at 6:30am to get the bus back to Cork. I didn’t drink too much but I did have toblerone cheesecake again in Luigi’s, I’m not sure if it’s the rocket fuel I once thought it was. Anyway the race was a pure slogfest. We kicked off at 12pm, into strong headwinds, tough, energy sapping climbs and mud (and cowsh!t) up to your eyeballs. The course was 8k, 2 x 1000m laps an 4 x 1500m laps. I went out too fast and by the 2nd lap I was already dying a death wondering how I’d get through the rest of it. I was sitting in 8th and had a good gap on the guy behind me. My clubmate was just ahead of me but I didn’t have the drive to stick with him and he gradually pulled away. I just persevered through the last 4 laps, I knew the pace was slowing but because I had such a gap behind me I didn’t push more than I had to. I did find a second wind coming to the end and made up some ground but If anything this was a really good burnout session before the marathon. I didn’t lose any places but I didn’t gain any either and we ended up taking the gold pretty comfortably placing 3rd, 5th, 6th and 8th. XC is a completely different animal to the road races and I will be approaching my next one with a little more caution at the start.

Anyway this wasn’t a goal race so not going to dwell on it too much, job done and on we go to the main event next week. Legs are about to be raised to a vertical position on the couch and shall remain there for the unforeseen future. Gold medal on my debut for Leevale, can’t complain too much.

8th place overall, 4th placer for Leevale (team gold)

Full Results

Conor, Andrew, Anthony and Owen

Conor, Andrew, Anthony and Owen

Race Report: Charleville Half Marathon

So up early and on the road to Charleville by 8:15am on a foggy Sunday morning. It was cold, so very cold but it was clear, not a breeze and perfect conditions for the race. I had a dioralye and the obligatory coffee before setting off and threw a banana into me about 30 mins before the race. I had a couple of friends staying down with me who were also doing the race so after registration we said our good lucks and off I set on a 2 mile warmup. I prefer to do my warmup alone giving me some headspace and time to focus, the quiet before the storm if you will. Target today was to finish in the 75′s, the pace for the recent 10 miler was 5:40 so I reckoned I could shoot for a 5:45 pace and if feeling good I’d push on in the latter stages. PB of 1:16:17 was set 2 months ago in Killarney so I expected at the least today to be setting a new PB.

Got back to the line with minutes to spare, met up with a flew clubmates and hopped in a couple of rows back. Seriously stacked race with some of Irelands finest standing right in front of me, it’s what makes this such a great race and almost spurs you to just knuckle down and get it done when you consider the blistering pace these guys will be going at.

Mile 1 -3

Bang went the hooter, I mean honnnnnk went the gun, well whatever it was we all started running. I quickly moved into step with clubmate DC, we’ve been doing a lot of sessions for DCM together so we’re in similar shape and it was almost assumed we’d work together for this one. We talked beforehand knowing the pace would be quick for the first downhill mile and to not get sucked into it, that plan suited me just fine. It did feel extremely easy for the first half mile and I was surprised to see a 5:30 pace. We naturally eased off as the route levelled out and hit a 5:40 for the first one feeling very comfortable. We gradually started catching a few quick starters but the field was pretty much settled by the 2nd mile, a group of 5-6 were just ahead of us including the 2nd and 3rd females. We clocked off pretty steady splits in the first 3 miles though by mile 3 I was working hard and I expected to be, it’s a half marathon after all.

Splits: 5:40, 5:46: 5:45

Mile 4 -6

The course is advertised as being flat and to be fair it’s flatter than most but not without its drags. I started feeling them in this section, the long stretches seemed never-ending and effort really started feeling hard though we were bang on target. Around the 5th mile we passed the group ahead of us who were all working very well together. I was pretty glad to have DC there, he was most definitely dictating the pace but I made a point of not sticking on his shoulder and letting him do the work, I made sure to run alongside him but by mile 6 I starting tiring and getting seriously concerned as I started falling back. I didn’t expect to be feeling tired and I wasn’t even half way. DC was starting to pull away and I responded a few times getting myself back up to him. He asked me was I ok and I told him to go ahead, I didn’t see any point in chasing a pace I wasn’t capable of at this early stage. Mile 6 was a 5:53 but I knew not to panic though I actually felt like pulling in and stopping. I had to trust my training and get through this patch.

Splits: 5:42, 5:45, 5:53

Mile 7 – 9

I arrived into the village of Kilmallock and I don’t know if it was the change of scenery, the better road surface or the friendly faces on the side of the road but suddenly things felt ok again, not comfortable but manageable. DC was only about 10 meters ahead but he wasn’t pulling away any more so I just focussed on keeping effort steady. I didn’t watch my pace here and ended up clocking good splits for 7 and 8 as we headed out into the countryside, the loneliest patch of the course. I turned off my pace somewhere around here as I just focussed on the runners ahead, there was DC and 3 other guys on my radar, pretty spread out. Having felt good for a while, I must have started tiring on mile 9 though I didn’t realise it until I saw a 5:53 pop up. Sometimes turning the pace off works, sometimes it doesn’t. This time it didn’t seem to help and I ended up relaxing so I made the decision to turn it back on to keep me focussed over the last 4 miles. DC was pulling away now but I was happy with where I was at having responded well to the earlier hiccup. I just needed to focus for 4 more miles.

Splits: 5:43, 5:44, 5:53

Mile 10-13.1

15129045739_2da382260d_oMile 10 was a key mile for me. I knew I had slowed on the 9th mile and had to respond and I did with a 5:46, back on track and the watch actually really helped me maintain effort here. The undulating country road surface was draining a lot of my energy but I knew once I was back on the main road and feeling ok I’d persevere the last 3. I quickly caught and overtook a fading runner on mile 11 though again I lost concentration and another 5:53 (whats with all the 5:53′s!!). Maybe it was the thought of almost being home but for the next 2 miles I dug deep and pulled out two 5:47 miles, really big miles when I look back and at a time where I was almost throwing in the towel having had so many ups and downs. I was really tiring coming into the last stretch, mile 13 itself is all uphill back to the start line and at one stage I started thinking I’ve done enough I’ll just ease it back home now, almost one eye on the marathon. That all changed when the runner in front of me was drastically slowing, I felt a surge and gave it everything over the last half a mile. I overtook him and I’m not sure where that burst came from, I thought I was wiped. There was a great crowd cheering at the finish including my coach and it was great to get a few cheers from him. I kept it going all the way to the finish crossing 25th in 1:15:40, the last 2 miles key to me getting in under 76 mins. DC was one place ahead of me and about 30 seconds ahead, he was a bit surprised as he thought I was almost done at 6 miles.

Splits: 5:46, 5:53, 5:47, 5:47

13.1 miles in 1:15:40 @ 5:46 min/mile

I had mixed feelings after the race, apart from extreme thirst and exhaustion. Half of me expected a slightly quicker time closer to 75 but the other half was delighted with the fightback and the fact I hit my target. I was a little disappointed with those three 5:53 miles sporadically thrown into the mix, that’s almost 30 seconds lost due to lack of concentration but on the flip side I responded to each of them and they focussed me to get back on track. Maybe because of the good summer I had I’m expecting huge chunks off my PB every time I race but it doesn’t work like that. It seems the more you improve, the less you shave off your PB each time, principle of diminishing returns I salute you.

Overall looking back now I’m very happy with the race, this bodes well for DCM and the training is obviously going well. 3 more hard weeks ahead of me and it’s a case of putting in the miles, staying healthy, avoiding injury and continuing to eat around me.

What an extremely well run race (and what a spread). I know the organiser and I know how passionate he is about athletics and raising funds for North Cork AC and it really showed in the event. At €35 (early bird) this was a real bargain I can’t recommend it enough and I’ll be back for sure.

Looking at my half marathon progression this year, I can’t but be pleased. Back in Bohermeen in March of this year I remember looking at the 75 min guys thinking they were absolute machines and wondering what it takes to get to that level. Little did I know I’d be there myself 6 months later and here I am still complaining 

March – 1:21:50
June – 1:18:40
July – 1:16:17
September – 1:15:40

Race Report: Frank Duffy 10 Mile

So off I headed up to capital city on Friday evening, hadn’t run a step since Thursday evening and was feeling well rested come Saturday morning. A perfect morning for the race, blue skies, sun was beaming yet temperature felt ideal. I was staying in a friends just outside the park so after my ritual coffee, off I set at 9:30am and started jogging up Chesterfield avenue. I felt really light on my feet and full of energy, could have been the fact I was wearing racers but I just felt very good and confident I’d run a good race today, honestly I think the little rest played a big part in attitude.

The target was most definitely a PB, a generous chunk too I was hoping. The existing PB of 58:46 was ran down in Mallow in March earlier this year. I knew I’d come on a lot since then and having unofficially broken that PB during my last half marathon I knew if I ran to my ability that a PB was a formality, it was just a matter of how much. In terms of a time, a great result would be 56:30 but anywhere between that and 57 I’d be happy with. 5:40 pace was the target and based on my recent training I felt pretty confident of being able to hold that. I really don’t like to go out with a target pace in mind, it sort of suggests that once I’m hitting that pace I stay there and hold on to it without pushing anymore. I decided to allow myself to run more by feel today, to allow times where the pace would be slower and if I felt good I’d push on without running to a self imposed limit, seemed like a fair deal.

I got up to the start line having run a nice 2 mile warmup and feeling nice and relaxed. I met a few Donore lads at the start line for a chat and suddenly it was almost time to go. I was a good bit back, too far probably for what I was targeting but I saw no point panicking and trying to get up further, starting conservatively and working my way up the field has always worked well for me.

The congested start

The congested start

Miles 1-2

Off went the hooter and it was a good 10 seconds before I would pass the start line. I didn’t hang around just patiently made my way through the droves of runners, as usual there was a good lot of folk who shouldn’t have be starting up so far but fully expect it in the big races. I finally started getting a bit of room about half a mile in and was still so far back but continuing to pass a lot of people. Surprised to see a 5:38 pop up for the first mile, was feeling nice and relaxed and felt I could keep this effort going. We turned onto Lords walk and the field starting to settle as the initial excitement plateaued, now it felt more like the start of the race. I just focussed on feeling relaxed and keeping the effort consistent, hit the second mile a little slower but still in control.

Splits: 5:38, 5:43 

Miles 3-4

We made our way around the back of the zoo and onto the North road which I knew would be a difficult patch. There was a guy just on my shoulder who then fell into step with me and I thought great we can work together up to the next group ahead. Effort was certainly harder now with the combination of a slight headwind and a gradual drag but I was feeling ok. I found myself out on my own again as the guy fell off the pace and I started closing in on a group of 5/6 ahead of me including a Donore runner who was leading the pack, that was my target. I hit mile 3 in a reasonable 5:44 and though I was off my target pace, I didn’t panic. I had a lot of miles left to run, I knew I had the training done and I had the ability to run quicker miles in the middle section so It was a case of ensuring steady effort and not stupidly chasing a pace when conditions weren’t optimal. I made my way up past the group ahead who were all slowing and to the Donore runner, who I didn’t even know at the time. He acknowledged me and then we ran alongside the last mile of the North road working together, starting to find it difficult but knowing that there were better miles to come. Too much watch checking here!

Splits: 5:44, 5:47 

Miles 5-6

Coming off the North road I felt pretty good, I felt I’d summited a mental mountain and it was time to descend. Myself and the Donore runner turned back onto Chesterfield and headed up towards the Castleknock gate. I felt good and gradually starting pulling away from him and reeled in a few others ahead of me. After that it was an empty field bar a few specks in the distance so I just relaxed the shoulders and prepared for a long journey down the entire length of Chesterfield. Now I really started enjoying myself and just letting the legs do the work. The sun was beaming and I felt like I could run forever, terrific feeling. There was an official 5 mile mat and I had a quick glance to see 28:32 for the first 5 miles, good stuff and still on track. I knew the last 1.5 miles were going to be tough so I was going to make this next section count. At that point I knew I was running in the 5:30′s though I didn’t need to check. I was in a great place so I made the decision to turn the garmin screen off. I didn’t want any pace or time targets to upset the rhythm I had and constantly checking it wasn’t going to do me any good. I knew what I had to do and at this point so I just focussed on the road ahead and I ran what I felt was the right pace.

Splits: 5:37, 5:32 

Miles 7-8

Onto mile 7 and though I wasn’t watching my time or pace, I had seen the mile splits flash up and knew I was going well, confidence was high and I was still passing people. There were 2 Donore singlets ahead of me, out in force they were and made for pretty good targets. I passed one just before turning onto Wellington road and I started reeling the other in slowly. We were always descending on this section so pace was still nippy and I finally caught up with my clubmate just after exiting the park at the Chapelizod gate. He tagged on for a bit but I was maintaining the same effort and gradually pulled away. I was pretty delighted to pass my sisters apartment here to see her standing on the footpath alongside my mother for a big cheer. No doubt I sped up and tried my best to look effortless for those 10 seconds and I think it worked, they bought it. Hit mile 8 soon after and I knew what was coming ahead though I was still feeling quite good.

Splits: 5:33, 5:35

Miles 9-10

The sprint for home

The sprint for home

Mile 9 and 10 were funny ones. I felt like I was flying still on the 9th mile, but apparently I wasn’t. The first half of it was along Chapelizod road and then we re-entered the park (apparently DublinRunner gave me a shout here but I was too rude focussed to acknowledge, so thanks!). Then came the climbs which in fairness I was ready for and knew was was ahead of me. I immediately felt the pace drop but I didn’t feel it was by too much, I shortened the stride a bit but was closing in quickly on a group ahead so felt in control. We hit the 9 mile mark up near the first section of the upper glen road and I saw a 5:57 pop up. It was a little surprising because I didn’t think I had slowed that much but again no panic, I didn’t know what time I was on for or what that actually meant to my end result so I just concentrated on the runners ahead of me who seemed to be really struggling badly with the hill. The 2nd and 3rd placed female runners (Scottish I think) were just ahead of me and I reeled them in quite quickly and started to feel surprisingly ok with the hill. I felt very strong after the initial climb and through the next drag I took another 3 lads before turning onto the Furze road for the finish. Now I was feeling a bit of burn but there was one more guy to take care of in a yellow top. I didn’t feel I had much of a sprint in my until I heard a shout from a club member who was watching, something like “Push it all the way” and I just though he’s right I’m not done yet, gotta push this all the way to the end. I found a gear and I put everything I had into that last section taking the guy ahead of me. I had no idea of my time until that point but then I saw the finishing clock just under 57 minutes. I gave it my all to duck under the 57 but realised quickly it wasn’t happening. I crossed as the clock hit 57:07 and I think I actually muttered the words “f**k it” as I crossed though I had no right to be disappointed with that time. Then as I gathered myself I was extremely pleased to look at my watch to see it reading 56:58 – I hadn’t crossed the line until 10 seconds after the gun went, I did get under 57!! My official chip time was 56:57, even better, get in there! I was really pleased with that last mile which was a tough climb but I had the strength to push through it despite knowing I had slowed considerably on mile 9.

Splits: 5:57, 5:40 

Summary: 10 miles in 56:57 @ 5:40 min/mile (167bpm)

Overall Position: 47/4226

Post race thoughts: I’m really thrilled with that race, not just the PB but the strategy, the attitude and the belief I had in my abilities. The race was fantastic, a real mixed bag of emotions, times where I had to dig deep, to be patient and times when I felt on top of the world and nothing could go wrong. I once again took the tactic of “do the passing, don’t be passed” and it seems to work well for me. I really have had a fantastic summer of training and racing and have never been enjoying my running so much. This felt like the cherry on top of that great summer and I can’t wait to take on the next challenge which of course is the impending marathon training and then the actual marathon itself. No complaints about the actual race itself, excellent organisation, well marshalled, super atmosphere and what a bargain at 20 quid.

It dawned on me today that the pace I ran for that 10 mile was actually the same pace I ran for the Cheetah 4 mile race back in May. I think that sort of progress is a huge reflection on my coach and clubmates because I really wouldn’t be making these sort of improvements without them. I know it’s said a lot but I really have to agree that surrounding yourself and consistently training with better runners is a sure way to improve dramatically.

Race Report: Killarney Half Marathon

I entered this one a few weeks ago, felt I had been progressing well on the 5ks recently but wondered would that speed translate to the half marathon? We made a weekend of it anyway, headed down the Friday evening, grabbed a bit of grub and some live music (just the one bottle of beer keeping it safe) and got to bed early enough, disaster of a sleep though in a dingy hostel as everywhere else booked out pretty quickly.

Race morning, up at 6:45am, cup of coffee and off I ran down to the Gleneagles hotel to catch the 7:30am bus to the start line at Molls gap. I got another 10 minute warm up in when I got there and was feeling pretty relaxed but still a half an hour to start so I moved away from the 700 strong crowd for a bit of solitude and sat on a rock to listen to music and enjoy the scenery. Soon I headed for the line, chatted with a lad from Donore for a while and before I knew it we were off.

The aim today was a 76:30, over 2 minutes off my last half in Cork 7 weeks ago. Ambitious I know but I had the advantage of two fast downhill miles and I felt I was in better shape so an average of around 5:50 min/mile would get me there.

Miles 1-3
The plan was to keep it conservative for the first 3 miles at 6 minute pace before the big downhill. I went out feeling a slight pain in my side but it quickly subsided and I settled into a comfortable rhythm. A few went out quite quickly, one in particularly in an Amphibian King vest who was out of sight after the first corner. I was sitting in about 8th or 9th, the first mile was slightly downhill and hit that comfortably in 5:52. The course levelled out now with a few small drags starting to appear. I passed a few lads who were slowing and then saw another 3 ahead of me, group of 2 and one on his own. A few climbs caught me by surprise with effort slightly increasing but I stayed strong on them and took the 2 runners ahead of me, one of them from local club Finbarrs and I recognised him as a decent runner from a few races. The next guy ahead who was sitting in 2nd had quite visibly gone out way too hard. I quickly reeled him in and passed him going up another drag in the 2nd mile, wondering why he’s gone and exhausted himself already. So here I am sitting in 2nd place and almost 3 miles into the race, hugely surprising but a nice feeling. I knew I was going to have to work to keep this pace with the group of 2 lads just behind me. Hit mile 3 feeling I was working a little hard but had the drags out of the way and now it was time to descend.
Splits: 5:52, 6:03, 6:02

Miles 3-6
From the course map, miles 3 and 4 are visibly the quickest with a sharp decent followed by relative flatness for the remainder. These were easily the most comfortable couple of miles of the race running 5:34 and 5:36 respectively. I just let the legs do the work but had to be careful to run the racing line with all the sharp corners. I could hear the footsteps of the lads behind me for the first mile but by the time I had reached the bottom I couldn’t hear them at all, I was just out on my own and it felt strange. Talking to the Finbarrs runner after the race he said he eased up for the downhills as they bolloxed his legs last year, I can say I’m definitely feeling it today in my quads, in ribbons! I was nice and relaxed coming off the 2 downhill miles, feeling confident but soon effort increased as the course flattened out again. I kept a decent pace for the next mile running 5:51 and knowing there’s still a bit of work to do. Through 5 miles in 29:09 – PB!
Splits: 5:34, 5:36, 5:51

Miles 6-9
The course looks pretty flat on the elevation map after the downhill but in reality it was anything but. I had a good few drags and pulls to battle over these 3 miles, I was starting to feel the humidity kick in also and there was a decent headwind but I was working well keeping pace in the low 5:50′s and this is where the real work was done. It was a little difficult being out on my own on what is probably mentally the most difficult section of a half marathon. I got a bit of a shock on the start of mile 7 to see the estimated mile pace at 6:20 while going up a drag but it soon levelled before a downhill followed and pace resume to sub 6, that was to be a familiar pattern for the remainder of the race so I just got used to it.
Splits: 5:53, 5:57, 5:53

Miles 9-13
I just continued weaving my way through the winding country roads, the rugged beauty of Kerry of absolutely no interest to me, I just focussed on the road ahead and maintaining my form. I was starting to tire a little and aching for that finish line. I turned off the main road on mile 10 and into the national park, I lost a few seconds turning some sharp bends but was feeling good coming into the last 5k. I hit 10 miles in 58:2x, new PB and seeing that on the watch gave me a lot of confidence to keep it going. I was worried a few times when I just found myself out on my own for long stretches on a narrow pathway without any directions. I had a steward on a bike ahead of me most of the race guiding me so I was so relieved when I finally saw him up above waiting for me, still on track. Because I had this cyclist with me most of the race, I wondered if I was actually leading the race and the leader had dropped out, one can dream but I was just purely focussed on getting the time I wanted.

10440765_589436027838977_9048564525867062344_nI was running well through the park despite all the humps and bumps but I was working pretty hard. I started getting a bit of support from walkers and a few spectators, it was good to be back to civilisation again and the few cheers really helped. The last couple of miles just flew by, I had to negotiate my way around a few horse and carriages on narrow pathways and wondered how that would work for the big groups of runners behind but I didn’t wonder for too long, more important things to worry about. Finally I hit mile 12 and repeated to myself “one mile to go, keep it going” along with some other inspirational things. I exited the park finally, knowing I was on a PB but no idea how close it would be. I was pleasantly surprised when I saw the line come into sight and my watch read 1:15:xx. I knew I had a 76 in the bag but really didn’t have a sprint finish, maybe had I had someone around me like Cork but I was happy enough to just maintain pace and and see it home. I crossed in 1:16:17officially and in 2nd place as called out by the MC, damn it, your wasn’t injured after all, he was just incredibly fast!! I was thrilled with that result but it barely registered with me at the time, just wanted to get in and sit/lie down. I joined the winner on the massage beds (perks of coming in early) for a rub down and had a chat with him. I was extremely impressed with his 71 mins, a whole 5 mins to spare on me but that’s the level I aspire to get to one day.
Splits: 6:00, 5:53, 5:46, 5:46

Got a 2 mile cooldown in and headed walking back to the hostel but it proceeded to piss down from the heavens on me, I didn’t mind I just had a big smile painted on my face. We headed back to the Gleneagle for 2pm to collect my prize which was a nice wooden plaque, 100 euro and free entry for next year, all washed down with a pint of ale. Great weekend, great event, great hurling by Wexford and couldn’t have asked for a better race. Feeling confident heading into the marathon schedule in a few weeks so back to work next week.

Summary: 13.1m in 1:16:17 @ 5:49 min/mile (2nd place and 17.4m total)

 

Race Report: BHAA Garda 5k

So back to the super flat Marina course where I first ducked under 17 mins only 5 weeks ago, time to see how I’ve progressed having run some hillier (and hotter!) 5k’s in between. Training has been consistent with plenty of speedy track work and I’ve stayed injury free so felt I had a good run in me today.

Just over 450 turned up on this nice and calm evening, though slightly humid. It also happened to clash with the Paulo Nutella gig which was on at the Marquee, traffic was a nightmare but nothing the organisers could do except wait for it to die down a little. It didn’t die down so we just eventually had to start using one side of the road. I had gotten a nice 20 min warmup done around the course but started to feel restless standing around for over half an hour waiting. Finally the hooter went at around 8:20pm. I managed to get a good start this time though again like the last race it was a serious sprint start for a lot of people, must have been 30+ ahead of me but I kept my own pace, long way to go yet.

Mile 1
After a couple of minutes of hard breathing I settled into my pace, I started reeling in a few people and noted the pace hover around 5:20 on my watch, perfect. There was a distinct lead group of 6-8 after taking off and then a fairly large group of about 12 including club-mate RP who I’ve trained with in the last few weeks and knowing we’re at a similar level I worked in with him at the front of the group. We cruised along nicely, felt pretty comfortable and breathing well hitting the first mile in 5:18.

Mile 2
A concern from the last few 5k’s was that I was always losing ground on the 2nd mile so today I would focus and concentrate fully on that middle section, to really work hard and hold that pace and still finish strongly. Well that was the plan anyway but I knew if I could do that I’d persevere through the 3rd mile. On to the 2nd lap of the course, I was going along nicely with RP just on my shoulder. A green singlet had made a surge to the front but I didn’t move just keeping my own pace steady. Soon he dropped off and I found myself slowly taking away from the group. I was definitely working hard here but kept my focus and was delighted to see the watch clock a 5:22for the 2nd mile, it gave me huge encouragement to just get through the last section. Some brief inner words of encouragement to hold this pace till the end and on we go.

Mile 3
It was just pure perseverance for this mile, I was hurting but it was just a question of how long I could tolerate it. I felt my form was good, I was running strongly but the burn was there too. There was a navy singlet ahead of me at the start of this mile, he had gone with the lead group and I didn’t even consider it a possibility that I’d catch him but slowly I started reeling him in throughout the last mile. I glanced at the watch with just under half a mile to go, still holding a 5:20 pace and I knew I was on for something special if I kept this going. I focussed on the top ahead of me, breathing heavily now but knowing a big PB is potentially around the corner was a huge incentive to keep going. We started to turn for the finish straight and I’m a couple of yards from navy singlet. Out of nowhere comes clubmate RP breezing past me, I knew he had a good finish in him from the track sessions so I wasn’t hugely surprised. We both overtook the navy singlet at the same time but more importantly I had a glance at the finish clock, just ticking onto 16:10! Holy mackerel I’m on for a good one here! I gave it all I could on the finish straight and crossed the line in 8th place in a brand new PB of 16:27 still not sure if it was real or not. Final mile of 5:19, so I think pace-wise I (finally) got it spot on.

Really surprised myself out there today but I did feel there was a big performance in me and I think that middle mile gave me the confidence to keep going and finish strong. I have to admit I’ve exceeded my targets by a long way in the last 2 months, sub 16:30 was the yearly goal for 5k and only 5 weeks ago I was over the moon with a 16:56 on the same course. I don’t expect these sort of rapid improvements all the time so I’m going to enjoy them while I can. Great confidence booster for the half marathon next week, will ease off slightly next week and give the body a good rest.

Summary: 5k in 16:27 @ 5:19 min/mile (8.4m total)

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Race Report: Daniel Kingston 5k

So continuing on with my racing addiction streak, I signed up for this last week as it was on the same day as a session, I felt I recovered well from last Wednesday so why not give it a shot. I knew the course wasn’t going to be the flattest from looking at the preview, a total climb of 155ft but only one real hill of note. It didn’t feel too bad on the day though, it was certainly undulating and that one particular saucy climb at the end was….lovely.

We got into Macroom pretty late and only managed to get 10 minutes warmup done, not ideal but wasn’t going to make a huge difference. There was a large crowd at this one, almost 600 which was impressive really with another major race (Ballycotton series 5 mile, also drawing 600) on at the same time. The rain clouds had cleared up, the sun was out but not so warm so it was pretty good conditions, much improved on the 25 degrees heat I had to run through last week.

Target today? It was hard to call, PB would obviously be nice but wasn’t expecting miracles with the course profile, more racing experience was really what I was looking for and a placing in the top 10.

Mile 1
Lined up at the front and I could have sworn I was in a 100m dash when the hooter went off, some lads were off like bloody greyhounds. A group of 4 (possibly 5) formed in a pack, we caught the greyhounds and having a quick glance behind me, we were on our own, this was it. Surprising given the numbers present but I was sitting in 3rd or 4th and figured I had a good chance of placing in the top 3 today, game on. We made our way out of the town, I found the first few minutes uncomfortable but settled into the pace around halfway through the first mile. So off we set into the countryside, the 4 musketeers. I had no idea of the calibre of the lads around me but we were tightly packed, everyone seemed comfortable and I felt this was going to be a tactical race. Hit the first mile in 5:21, working hard but feeling ok.

Mile 2
Mile 2 was relatively flat, I was sitting at the front of the pack alongside black singlet, with yellow singlet and white singlet just behind me. We were running so close to each other I almost got clipped a few times but we were chugging along nicely probably all aware of the climb on the 3rd mile, I knew I had to keep something for that though I was really feeling the effort now. Hit mile 2 a little slower in 5:30

Mile 3
Really feeling the burn now but I’m still in the mix, I’m not worried about time just keeping myself in contention, thoughts of even winning are bouncing around in my head but no time for that because once we passed the bridge at 2.3 miles, we’d be tested with the 300 meter uphill climb. It felt like we all eased a little for this but still worked hard, I just focussed on not letting the lads away from me and pumped the arms. Suddenly the the hill is over and I can see the town in the distance, a gentle incline and we’re back on pace but holy crap my lungs are about to burst. I’m back alongside black to my right and yellow to my left, 3 of us in a line and the 4th guy seems to have been lost on the hill. We’re motoring up the road, spectators out clapping and cheering. It feels like it’s just me and black as yellow is gone very quiet behind my shoulder, nobody making a move, I couldn’t make a move. We hit the 3 mile mark and then bam out of nowhere yellow takes off with a very impressive burst of energy, he storms ahead by a few lengths, black tries to go and gains a few yards on me, I can’t respond at all, maxed out. The finish line comes into sight, a quick glance over my shoulder and I know I have 3rd place. I cross officially in 16:44 (but my watch reads 16:56), 4 seconds behind black and 7 seconds behind yellow. I have given it my all, I couldn’t respond to the kicks and 3rd was a fair result. I collapse on my knees for a few seconds before congratulating the lads. Mile 3 was 5:26

This is was close to death looks like

Just before the finish line, 3rd place safe. This is what ‘close to death’ looks like. 

I’m very happy with the race but to be honest I never had the winning mentality today, even when it was the 3 of us left, I was thinking I’m happy with a 2nd or 3rd. I need to change that and maybe with more racing I can work on and develop it. Before the race I wouldn’t have considered myself placing so was pretty chuffed with the result all the same. I then found out that 1st place was €250 argh!!! Still picked up a €50 boots voucher so I am ok for toothpaste for the next 10 years. 2 paycheques in a week I am on a serious roll! Went for a 3 mile cooldown around the course and back to the community centre to pig out on crisps and snickers before collecting my prize.

On the timing issue, I’m not sure how there is a differential of 12 seconds between my chip time and my watch, there was a starting and finishing mat so I’m very confused and kind of reluctant to accept 16:44 as a PB but it’s an official chip time and a very tasty time so I think I’ll take it :) I did clock the course slightly long however at 3.13 miles and my average pace on the garmin is on par for a 16:46 but that wouldn’t really explain the times being different. If the chip time is wrong, I’ve still equalled my PB on a tough course so it’s progress in my eyes and I’ll certainly be shooting for a sub 16:45 on my next 5k attempt which is on the flat Blackrock marina course in Cork.

In conclusion, I read a post on boards.ie recently comparing toughness of 5k’s to a marathon and I’m really starting to lean in the direction of “give me a marathon any day”.

Summary: 5k in 16:44, 3rd overall (7.2m total)

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Race Report: Clonpriest 5k

Hottest day of the year? Anyone for a 5k?? Oooh me me!!! I don’t want to be complaining about our tropical heat wave, it’s great but seriously could the scorchiest day of the year have maybe waited for a day when I’m not doing a race?

Anyway the show had to go on, it simply had to. I hopped into my sauna on wheels after work and drove the 45 min journey to a little village called Gortroe just outside Youghal. This was the 2nd staging of the 5k in this tiny little village comprising basically of a school and a church. Lovely atmosphere around, good crowd of 300+ and the whole community was involved, kids were on hand with their drink stations and the oul lads sittin in the shade on their deck chairs cursing the young folk, the mammies guarding the cakes until after the race this is real Ireland, Love it! Got my bib and old school shoe chip and headed out for a 20 min warmup. Cripes it was warm. I’m not exaggerating but it was 7pm and hotter than the sun itself. My HR was higher was normal and only doing 8 min miles but the sweat levels, they were just about right.

My target for this was to PB ideally around the 16:45 mark, I felt in the shape for it but after the warmup I wasn’t so sure about a PB but still willing to give it my best shot. There were prizes for the first 6 home so I thought I was in for a shout there also. It would be a 1 lap course, not the flattest but not the hilliest from looking at the map beforehand.

Mile 1
At 7:30pm we took our places on a narrow country road and bang, we’re off. A slight jostle at the start but no main traffic concerns, got off well and quickly a front group formed of 6 wine (east cork) singlets and a Leevale shirt which was my clubmate DC. I sat behind these and heard no footsteps behind me so I figured this was it in terms of competition. Breathing was difficult at first but settled down after a few minutes and was clipping along around 5:20 pace. I was sitting in 7th, there was a gap between the lead group, DC and then a wine singlet just ahead of me. I sort of knew a PB was out of reach today so my goal was to place in the top 6 and make a race of it. The first mile didn’t feel too bad, I was moving well and on a slight incline just after 1/2 a mile I took the wine singlet in front of me, he was breathing hard and struggling so I sort of knew I had at least 6th place barring any disasters. DC was about 20 meters ahead so I just kept him in sight. He trains in the top group at Leevale and regularly places ahead of me so I thought if I can stick with him the whole way I’ve done well. My garmin clocked the first mile at 5:22 but Strava shows it at a 5:27, what’s that all about? I passed the 1 mile marker just as it beeped 5:22 on the watch so I dunno, doesn’t really matter….or does it.

Mile 2
Now the struggle starts. I’m keeping DC in sight but its hard, I’m really feeling the heat now but I keep the legs working. I’m trying to keep in the shade but shade is very hard to find, I glance at the watch and its hovering around 5:30, I know that’s too slow for a PB so I just focus on keeping a steady pace and keeping something in the tank for the finish. I don’t have much more to say about this mile, it was fairly uneventful. Clocked it at 5:32.

Mile 3
Killllllll meeeeeeeeeeeeeee. We take a left turn and onto the last mile and I’m hurting. There’s nice support around the course but I’m just thinking you lucky f**kers, I wish I was just standing on the side of the road, what’s it like? Bit of a climb for the start of the last mile, DC is still just ahead of me, I’m catching him ever so slightly but not by enough. I just want to keep this effort going to the end and I’ll be happy, why am I doing this again? I’m breathing so hard now, half a mile to go is all I was thinking and I just persevered. There was a bit of a sneaky climb thrown in at the end but soon the finish balloon came into sight, thank heavens. I mustered what I had left and fell over the line (but without actually falling). I saw the clock just over 17 mins as I crossed, watch says 17:01, chip time says 17:06 (DC also clocked 5 seconds off from chip time) and I’m home in 6th. Final mile of 5:31 so fairly consistent pacing overall and water…give me water.

(noted afterwards that Strava has me down for a 17:06, and garmin connect a 17:01, breakin my balls Strava, that means 17:06 wins)
Hands down hardest 5k I’ve ever ran, no PB but a nice to get a reward for my efforts. My prize was a huge A4 envelope with €30 in it, thought it was going to be a giant cheque. That brings my total winning for the year to €30 and when you factor in all the runners, gear, travel expenses, race entries, and time spent in work on the athletics forum, I’d say I’m just about breaking even.

Headed for a 3 mile cooldown and mulled over the race in my head while swatting off midgets. I was disappointed at first not getting my PB but I had a good chat with myself and came back happy with my effort, there’ll be plenty more chances. Considering the fact that DC finished only 10 seconds ahead of me today and he ran a 16:24 in the recent John Buckley 5k (where I ran my 16:56), it gives me more belief that I can get that time down to a 16:30 by the end of the summer. Nice drive back to Cork and ate some crisps in the car. That is all for now.

Summary: 5k in 17:06 @ 5:31 min/mile (8.2 mile total)

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Race Report: Cork Half Marathon

Having run a decent 5k earlier in the week I decided to target 78 mins for this meaning I’d have to hold 6 minute miles throughout, well that was the plan. PB before this was 1:21:40 from Bohermeen back in March so I felt I was in good shape to run a PB at the very least.

Start was at 10:45am so I left the house at 10am and jogged the 3 miles to the start area, was feeling nice a light on my feet during the warmup and the morning sun was starting to make its presence felt, nothing like the heat of Saturday though thankfully and there was a cool breeze so fairly good conditions for the race.

Got there nice an early so I had 20 minutes to relax and chat with a few club-mates. With a large crowd of close to 2000 everything was well organised and we were lined up and ready to go bang on time.

Miles 1-3
The pace was nippy at the start but I stuck with my game-plan and didn’t get sucked into a quicker pace. A leading group of roughly 8-10 quickly formed and started pulling away from me, off ye go lads. I was now part of a second group which were happy to sit at the 6 minute pace but a few sat in between both groups. Was feeling good in the first mile, settled right in and concentrated on my own race. The 2nd mile caught me a little with some sharp turns, narrow paths and a slight climb before merging with the marathon course. I was intrigued to see how the merge would go and would I get caught up in any congestion. I merged with the marathon runners tipping along at a 3:25 target pace so I quickly started passing them and there was no traffic issues as they were well spaced out. At this stage I had left the group I was in and found myself out on my own. Mile 2 was a little slower on my watch, 6:15 but I was actually a little ahead of pace according to the official markers, the garmin was lagging slightly. Mile 3 was straight forward looping back to where we started but I had yet to fully settle into the pace, I was starting to feel I was working hard but not uncomfortable if you know what I mean.
Splits: 6:00, 6:15, 6:01

Miles 4-6
I saw Jenny just starting mile 4 and got a cheer while I grabbed a sip of water, a valuable lesson I learned from Rotterdam, even if it was just a small sip every 5k, was to keep hydrated. We headed on to the South Link road, a slight drag but I felt strong and I started to feel more comfortable on the downhill. I started to pass some of the half runners before a sharp turn and climb onto the motorway flyover caught me by surprise at 4.5 miles. I worked hard to keep the pace up the brief climb and settled back down into my normal breathing pattern after, phew. I still felt I was working harder than I should have been but the pace was bang on so I just kept ticking off the miles. Mile 6 was a tough battle with a never ending drag but I prevailed and almost at halfway now still well on track.
Splits: 6:00, 5:58, 6:04

Miles 7-9
I was feeling more settled now and on a slight downhill just before the 7 mile mark I felt a warm fuzzy feeling, that lovely moment where all the running planets align and you feel at one with the road, it was my belated welcome to the race I think. I closed my eyes briefly to embrace it and quickly opened them again before I smashed into a lamp post. Of course it didn’t last long but it was a big confidence booster and I was faced with another uphill climb which I dealt with and soon I was again on a nice downslope to Dennehy’s cross where I would run the familiar Model farm loop. I started tiring along the Model Farm road, again a long uphill drag but with great support along the way. I knew it was the last hilly section and that helped me get through it unscathed and still on pace. Finally the last section of downhill on mile 9 arrived and I let the legs go free before we turned towards the finishing straight, a long finishing straight mind you.
Splits: 5:59, 5:56, 6:03

Miles 10-13
With the momentum from the downhill I turned onto the Orchards in great spirit, pace felt good, breathing relaxed and for the first time I felt I was going to hit my target. I turned onto Carrigrohane road and Jenny was there with a shout, go Conor I think, something positive anyway. Looking ahead on the Carrigrohane road is a little disconcerting, it’s a long long stretch and suddenly I started to tire. The heat was intensifying now and I had 5k to go still, felt like a big ask. Jenny cycled alongside me for this stretch and I was so glad of it, I couldn’t really speak back but I got a lot of encouragement and though I was feeling like hell I was still holding a steady 6 min pace. I persevered that stretch and turned onto the again Familiar Mardyke walkway, 2 miles to go. It was an empty stretch with little or no support but it gave me a chance to gather myself and prepare for a strong finish, if I had one. There was a Raheny singlet ahead of me, a half runner also I assumed since he was going at my pace, I had reeled him in slowly through the last mile and now he was close enough that I made him a target. I felt the pace picking up and a second-wind brewing as I neared the end of the Mardyke walkway, just over a mile to go. What’s left in the tank. We crossed over the footbridge and onto the narrow leafy walkway straddling the banks of the Lee. This was again a quiet stretch but I had momentum and I passed the Raheny runner here only for him to stick to my back, uh oh it’s battle time.

We were neck and neck coming out of the walkway, pace was quick I knew it but I didn’t want to know about it, I hadn’t checked my watch since the Carrigrohane road and I was fully focused on the road ahead. The last stretch along the quays felt like an eternity, I was giving it everything and so was he. We yoyo’d forth and back switching positions, support was immense and we fed off it powering our way onto St.Patricks bridge and the finish line in sight. I found a last surge of energy from somewhere and I pulled away by just a few yards sprinting to that finish line and I knew I had the 78 in the bag when I saw the clock. I crossed in 1:18:40 with my buddy 1 second behind me, a 5:40 last mile and I don’t think I’d have pulled off that had I been on my own so thanks Raheny guy.
Splits: 5:55, 6:01, 5:54, 5:40

Delighted of course with the result, a big PB and bang on target with a 5:58 min/mile avg and 12th place overall.