En Garde, Inverness!

At approximately stupid o’clock this morning, my super dog and I got into my little car and commandeered it northwards to Inverness, to take me to the start line of the Inverness Half Marathon.

The three and a half hour drive (including a little stop to stretch all six legs between us) took us through some of the most stunning scenery that Scotland has to offer: the magical, dreamy Perthshire Highlands and the mighty, snow-covered peaks of the Cairngorm National Park.

I suspect that the meditative drive through this wonderful scenery might have had something to do with me feeling supremely calm, grounded and relaxed all day – the ancient, vast mountains reminded me that I’m really just a tiny speckle in an immensely grander scheme of things, which is a very useful mind frame to get into before a race.

My main goal – apart from having a blast, which, let’s face it, is always paramount to everything – was to cross the finish line before the timer made it to 1:45. On an awesome day, I had told myself, I’d try to attack the mighty 1:40.

Well, the day wasn’t awesome; it was cold, raining and a bit too windy for my liking (Fàilte gu Alba – Welcome to Scotland). However, I myself couldn’t have felt any more ready. While performing the usual pre-race bounce and shuffle to stay warm in the starting pens, I felt as though I was the eye of a hurricane; the calm core that is ready to unleash a storm. There was a little voice inside my head that whispered quietly: “Hey – why not?”. Thanks to my composed state of mind, I listened.

As I crossed the start line, I sent a mental warning to 1:40 – it better be ready for me, because I was embarking on a rapid advance in its general direction. My run (aka the charge) was great fun, because there really was nothing to do but to run my socks off.

I ran with my heart and rarely looked at my watch. It didn’t matter much, as my feelings about the pace were good and I genuinely couldn’t have run any harder than I did and maintained the pace. The first half of the route was very pretty, following and crossing the river Ness before meandering along some quiet country roads. These pretty country roads, however, were also pretty hilly for a city race, and while they didn’t break my stride, I have no doubts about losing a number of valuable seconds to them. There were also some exposed sections of the route where the wind gate-crashed the duel between me and the clock – and needless to say, it wasn’t rooting for me.

The second half of the race took us back into residential areas of the town, and I was surprised to find that the roads hadn’t been closed to traffice for the race. While the busy roundabouts had plenty of stewards on them, other sections on quieter residential areas were literally run alongside the uncontrolled traffic. This required a lot of watching out for cars, hopping on-and-off the pavements and crossing to the other side of the road. At one point I was even asked to by a police officer to wait on the sidewalk for a moment to let some cars pass before crossing the road. On the plus side, a ridiculously immature part of me finds it really cool that I was actually stopped by the police while running a race!

The behaviour of my fellow runners was overall brilliant – I wasn’t spat on once and nobody threw water-bottles at my feet at the very well organised aid stations. However, I did have one (well two!) almost run-ins with a fellow runner/fruitcake in the vicinity of the 12 mile marker. This running muppet decided to take a walking break from his 7:30min/mile pace, which he is of course perfectly entitled to do. However, he did so in the middle of the path, rather abruptly and right in front of me. It took a quick, side-hopping ninja move on my part to avoid a full-on (or rather, rear on!) collision which could have ended the race for both of us. Being on an important ninja mission, I simply ignored him and continued my charge. Unfortunately for me, the running muppet clearly decided that he wasn’t going to get chick’d at this point in the race and immediately flew past me again, which required a flat-out sprint. Good on him, I thought, still very much focussed on keeping my personal advance towards  for the finish line as swift as possible. However, the now sprinting muppet then spotted a friend amongst the spectators and shouted a loud greeting, all while pointing rapidly in their direction – missing my forehead by approximately one inch. And thus, I am ashamed to confess, I suffered a momentary fall from grace while performing ninja-dodge number 2: I rivalled the volume of his own shouting and may have called him a … how shall I put this? Let’s just say I loudly insinuated that I thought of him as someone who frequently practices self-gratification of an adult nature… I can’t say I’m proud of it, but at least my outburst put an end to any further attempts on his part to knock me unconscious.

ninja runner

Thankfully, this outburst of anger/self-defense did nothing to upset my serene, eye-of-the-hurricane mountain magic running mojo, which stayed with me all the way finish line and beyond. According to my watch, I crossed the line in 1:40:10. However, my official chip time came back as 1:40:24. I honestly have no idea where this significant discrepancy comes from, but it really doesn’t matter! I’m super happy with either (or both!) times. Incidentally, my watch also recorded the course to be slightly longer than a half marathon, which is pretty normal and really not surprising, given the number of times I had to cross the road en route to dodge traffic! The point is, however, that according to my GPS watch it had taken me 1:40:03 to cover an actual half-marathon distance. All things considered, I really couldn’t have asked for more and am chuffed to bits! 1:45 was well and truly left in the dust and 1:40 should be very scared indeed!

As for the race itself, it seems to fall into an interesting no-man’s-land between club race and big city race. With a total of just over 1700 runners finishing the course, it’s certainly much bigger than your local running club half marathon. At the same time, it doesn’t have the buzz of a big city race to it either. I found the volume of people on the course extremely pleasant; there were always people around me, but not so much that it ever got crowded, even at the start of the race. The organisation was fantastic (registration, aid-stations, goody-bag, etc.) except for the part which involved 1700 runners dodging traffic for approximately half of the race, which was a massive let-down for me.

On the drive home, the mountain scenery that had so effectively soothed my psyche on the way up to Inverness was a fitting backdrop to revel in all the wicked fun I had on the run today. I stopped to take my super doggy for a little walk in Aviemore, as she had patiently waited in the car while I went on my latest running escapade. In order to celebrate with me, she did get to wear my hard-earned medal for a while, which made her very happy, too*:

MyraInverness

* For those who don’t know my dog, you should know that she absolutely loves to wear things around her neck! I don’t know why this is, but when I playfully hold long pieces of string out to her, she always puts her nose through them. She also hates having her collar taken off. It’s just one of her many quirky little sides.

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31 thoughts on “En Garde, Inverness!

  1. Wow! Congratulations! Lucky for Mr W that your Ninja had a bigger battle to win. 😉

    • Thank you so much! This guy was something else for sure – you often get runners in big races who happen to step on your toes in some way (sometimes literally!), but it’s almost always accidental. However, he seemed totally oblivious to the fact that there were other people in his vicinity – or he just didn’t care. While I thought of myself as the eye of the storm, he was clearly the centre of the universe (in his head!).

  2. TartanJogger says:

    Wowee, well done on such a great result! Pity about some folks race etiquette… 🙂

    • Thank you! I’m still smiling now, even though I’m about to collapse in a comatose heap… I’m looking forward to finding out how my legs feel about it all tomorrow! Perhaps your music will arrive to ease the pain – can’t wait! 😀

  3. What a great time! Congratulations!

  4. Angie says:

    Congratulations! That is a great time! Your “shout-out” cracked me up. Sounds like he deserved it. So frustrating to have the same person nearly trip you up twice. I love that your dog likes bling, she is a girl so it isn’t too weird.

    • Thanks a lot, Angie! I couldn’t be happier with my time, I did my absolute best and this is the result – for now 😉 I’m not proud of myself for shouting abuse at a fellow runner as such, but I agree that he deserved it and don’t feel too bad about it either. 😉 Sometimes people have to be reminded that they are not alone in the world and really, mile 12 of a half marathon is NOT the time to start messing with a running ninja! Myra was most upset when I took the medal away from her and kept nozzling it in the car on the way home.

  5. Lily says:

    Congratulations, sounds like a great day!

  6. Trails and Ultras says:

    Yes! What a great result 🙂 Just think, really it would have been less than 1:40 if it weren’t for traffic, wind and annoying people. You just need to relax a bit now before your marathon 🙂

    • Thank you for all your support! I’m now in for two weeks of recovering from one race and tapering for another, as you do. I don’t think there are any real rules for this, so I’ll just doddle around on the trails and eat a lot of chocolate I think! I’m definitely open to suggestions though…

  7. That’s an awesome time, congrats! The “muppet” sounds like such an ass!

  8. A brilliant time, well done!

  9. Congratulations! Amazing time!

  10. Beautiful race report. It was your day for a PR.

  11. elihawkins6 says:

    Well done rocket shoes!

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  13. Wow, fantastic time! I would love to eventually get a sub-2 hour half, let alone well under it.

    The eater in me would’ve stopped at the Mountain Cafe in Aviemore for a post-race celebration meal 😉

    • Thanks a bunch! I really just love to run, so I do quite a bit of it. The times are pretty secondary to me – although it can be fun to test myself and see how quickly I can cover a certain route! I was pretty boring and just grabbed a sandwich in Aviemore, but I’ll definitely keep the Mountain Cafe in mind! Incidentally, I’ll be pacing a friend to a sub 2 hour finish at the Aviemore half in October… 😉 Perhaps it’s a sign that you should try and tackle it with us?

  14. Great job! Had much fun reading your ninja-run moves helped to get you so close to 1:40. Next time you know what to do 🙂

    And about the shooting…yeaaaah, what can I say… Felt ashamed after Dubai marathon to have yelled something not to nice to kids handing over the water bottle still locked…(although I did not care at all while running…)…

    Hope you got a nice week after that before Rome.

    • Thank you Kari! I was super pleased with the run. 🙂 I’m giggling at the thought of you shouting at kids on the route in Dubai… races bring out the best in us, don’t they just? 😉

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