It’s highly likely the wrong sort of recovery was indulged in following the Great Eastern Run ten days ago. Alcohol has been unlimited, dinners have been large and leisurely and Ladywell Track has been swerved.
So when Saturday came, I no longer had any excuse: I needed to test my half-marathon legs and Hillyfields parkrun seemed as good a location as any. Also, I’m a mere five parkruns away from my 250th, and that green T-shirt.
Friday night saw me, wine glass in hand, curry in belly, hobnobbing (didn’t have any of those, not vegan) with a splendid group of people at the German Society in Horsham. The most splendid of all was a beautiful woman called Louise, who ran her 250th ages ago, is always first in her age group (V75) and who has written about the need for women to stay sportive at all stages of life (can’t find it online to link, sadly). She was the first in a parade of impressive people I’ve met in the past few days.
Parkrun Saturday, then, dawned in a deluge, and the rain continued throughout the five kilometres. The organisers have switched to the winter course, given the slitheriness of the grassy hillside on the south-western edge of the park. The winter course always feels longer and sloggier (and on Saturday, soggier). The slog is that the three-times uphill is replaced by a less steep, but rather longer drag. Still, it’s all grist to the cross country mill.
Coffee drained, and legs feeling more or less ok after the 13-miler six days earlier, I lined up behind a wall of fantastic physical specimens representing the Kent AC ‘A’ team, including one of our most popular team members, Dame Dibaba. He has a reputation for going out much too fast, but on Saturday that didn’t matter, because he was first man through the finish funnel in 16.57. Imagine. I puffed through more than nine minutes later, in a slightly disappointing 25.45, because I, too, had set off too excitably and lost my mojo on the third time up that hill.
Dame, though. He’s been a member of the club since 2016, and living as a non-person, thanks to the intractability of the Home Office, since 2015. He’s been through so much, persecuted in his own country, willing to risk his life to make a fresh start, keen to work and build a life here, but as I have written before, destined to live ‘like a ghost’ in this benighted land. We look out for him as best we can at Kent AC. One of the ‘A’ team provides legal representation free of charge, others have given him a room in their home, although, for the past three years Dame has chosen to put himself into the hands of the Home Office, and be housed in random mouldy rooms and cheap hotels they move him to, from Reading, to Aldershot to Bedford. Wherever he ends up living, he makes friends and works hard on his running. He’s a trooper. And a great friend.
Clubmate Nicola Cartlidge was the third in the hit parade. Resting her legs and volunteering at parkrun following a fabulous PB at the Yorkshire Marathon (3:29), she agreed to a selfie for the purposes of this blog. This woman ran her very first marathon in 3:38, astounding everyone in the club and is going from strength to strength. Like me, she tests her post-marathon health by giving blood (it’s a useful way to check iron levels). She also spent the last few weeks of this training block trying to alleviate a knee injury, so was forced to rest, rehab and hope against hope that race day would be ok. It was. I was almost as delighted as she was with her result last week.
Sunday saw me running a gentle ten miler, slowly and steadily, with frequent stops to admire the Thames views in the sunshine. It was unusual to run alone on a Sunday morning, but a soothing start to yet another sociable day, university friends for brunch, then a twentieth-anniversary celebration at Ellie Brown Wellness Fitness & Pilates, the business founded by the eponymous Ms Brown, fourth in the hit parade of inspirational people that have improved the quality of my running blog this week. I am proud to count Ellie as a friend, but she has been, over the years, my mentor, my coach (still is), my Pilates guru and a very useful sommelier, having spent the first ten years of her career in the wine trade.
And here we are, post-track on a Tuesday evening, where we did 6x600m and everyone, by the end, was steaming visibly, like racehorses in the winners enclosure. The infield grass was mantled by knee-high mist by the time we finished the session, and the half-moon was silvery bright.
Autumn training is underway: my first cross country race is on 11 November, but I may not be able to get to the track for the next week: Marathon Gran is hosting her little German grandsons for half term.