It seemed like a good idea! But they always do! After accepting an invite to a Prosecco Party I cleverly thought that it’d be a brilliant idea to run there. I fired onto Google Maps to check out routes. Most routes were around 11-12 miles. Perfect! It can be my long run for the weekend. Although on Monday I did 13miles but really that belonged to last week’s run week. So 13 on Monday and 11 ish on Saturday with strength training midweek. Sounds like a plan doesn’t it? Lift home organised. Wham bam bring it on!
Really chuffed with myself. Researched a few route options. Went for a recce drive to locate the best path, road crossings etc Bought prosecco and packed a bag of clothes to change into. Dropped off said bag and prosecco. Visualised the route and feeling ready to go.
Hello Saturday. It was to be a warm one. Not a problem. I’d decided to take some money to buy water rather than carry a Camel Back. Uh huh we’ve had that conversation, how funny it would be to run with a Camel Back full of Prosecco. Bubble mania! Drinking red wine at the Medoc Marathon is one thing but Prosecco. No thank you! Not en route anyways.
I was pretty tired when it came to Saturday and cheated a little. I was dropped off near Murrayfield Stadium which was roughly 10 miles away from Broxburn. The route was basically a straight line. No thinking involved. One foot in front of the other, continuously for a 100 or so minutes.
And I was off. So rubbish at selfies so opted for a shot of my feet. Prize winning or what eh? Past the zoo and into Costorphine. Lots of people to avoid but nothing too irritating or interesting. Tried to settle into the run. I had no idea what my pace was apart from just slow. But then it always feels like that these days. Currently I seem to run faster without a watch but think a watch would help me pace myself especially for long runs.
Ouch! My calf muscle! Surely not. A quick stretch, a test run. Hm, that’s a bit sore. Couldn’t believe it. Is that it. Over before I’ve even started. At 1.8miles. Embarrassing especially when everyone knows I’m running out. I was so looking forward to eating loads and having an excuse!!! I called the Stu. “Stretch & run”. A man of few words and not much sympathy. I set off again. Sore but what the heck, I’ve run with worse. But then that landed me up injured and out for a long time.
Onto the cycle path, along Gogarburn past the new Station and over the bridge to the Royal Bank of Scotland HQ. The path was great. Straight, clean (no dog poo or litter), quiet apart from a few cyclists and a very busy fast road beside me. Before I new it I was passing the airport and Ingliston and arrived at a garage at 5.2 miles. I stopped for some water and to gather my thoughts.
Off again, loving this route way more than I ever thought I would, I arrived at Ratho Station. Crossed the bridge, snapped a plane and continued to the next bridge taking me over the Newbridge roundabout. Car garages and another quiet, straight path that just went on and on and on and on. I knew there was only about 2 miles to go. I started struggling. I caught up with a walker ahead and overtook. Ran a bit further, giving myself targets to run to and then had to stop and check Strava. It really was not far to go ffs, come on!!!
My eyes were now looking for the start of the town. The map was imprinted in my memory. Another garage. This one displayed a sign for an off license! Tempting! 1.5miles or thereabouts to go. Plodding now. A few wrong turns, still not quite sure how that happened and there. Almost there. Stop.
10.1 miles at 9:48 / ml. 1:39:04. Mile 10 being pretty slow but not a shabby effort. Calf seized up during the rest of the day even with copious amounts of alcohol. I enjoyed each of the three dinners I consumed plus snacks! I run therefore I eat…Refuelling is important right?