The pain during the race was of course mighty, Glenariff is short but steep and with a 2mile flat, 1mile climb with the same return leg it is a lung buster.
|The pain of the flat|
My previous time of 1.03 was in my sights with a plan in place of going out hard and trying to keep the pace as hard as I could until I got to the climb. This is my weakness so hanging in behind a girl in a pink T shirt was the plan, although she was a complete stranger I was not going to let her beat me.
After a wild hard climb up the Glen it was a full stampede descent and the girl in the pink t shirt was soon caught and passed. My Heart rate was pumping in the 170bpm and this is close to my maximum.
Next thing I know it’s back onto the flat muddy fields and Pink T shirt passes me again much to my rage, no matter what I did I could not catch up with her. Total rage engulfed me.
|The mighty Mourne runners|
I crossed the line, congratulated this stranger on her Victory and vowed to remember her face for the next race.
All week I have struggled to walk up and down stairs, clients have laughed and I had sore ribs until Wednesday.
No sympathy was given, not that I expect any but it would have been nice. I shuffled about all week rubbing Tiger balm on my legs hoping it would magically make them better.
Recovery was slow. I did take my own advice and rest letting my body repair itself before I punish it again.
All photos from NI Running Facebook page
Here’s a link to the race report.
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