I did a slightly longer run today, along what has become know as the University of Sussex health week route (as I was introduced to i during that event nearly a year ago). It was bright and sunny and there were llamas at play.
Time: 1:06:21
Distance: 6.83
Pace: 9.43 (best 6.44)
Average heart rate: 163
Not nearly as cold, as I thought it would be, I took myself for a TAG this morning.
Time: 42:28
Distance:4.78
Pace: 8.53 (best 6.20)
Average heart rate: 168
I'm very late posting this, but on Tuesday i did a post Brighton run round Stanmer Park
Time: 32:43
Distance: 3.62
Pace: 9.02 (best 7.11)
Average heart rate: 170
A bright and glorious morning for the Brighton 10K which I completed in an unofficial 45:52.
I wait for the official results, but I'm very pleased. I hoped for 45 minutes, and seem to have judged the pace correctly, though I was worried I might be going too fast at first. But at the end I had just enough left for a final sprint.
Time: 45:52
Distance: 6.26 miles
Pace: 7.51 (best 4.10) Fashion notes: I ran it in a studentcentral t-shirt kindly given to me by the University of Brighton's Learning Resources Team
I did one last lunchtime run yesterday to Newmarket plantation and back before the Brighton 10K in bright cold sunshine.
Time: 34:11
Distance: 3.61
Pace: 9.29 (best 7.29)
Average heart rate: 158
I went to Stanmer Park in the early evening; it was beautiful in the light of a large moon
Time: 34:43
Distance: 3.69
Pace: 9.25 (best 7.50)
Average heart rate: 161
χαιρέτε νικὠμεν χαιρέτε νικὠμεν means "Greetings, we've won" and are the words attributed by Plutarch and Lucian to the runner who brought news of victory at the battle of Marathon to the people of Athens. They both wrote some six hundred years after the battle and the story is unlikely. Herodotus, who was closer to events, writes of a runner called Pheidippides who ran from Athens to Sparta to ask for help before the battle, but says nothing of a run to tell the Athenians of the victory.
"So, when Persia was dust, all cried, 'To Akropolis!
Run, Pheidippides, one race more! the meed is thy due!
"Athens is saved, thank Pan," go shout!' He flung down his shield
Ran like fire once more: and the space 'twixt the Fennel-field
And Athens was stubble again, a field which a fire runs through,
Till in he broke: 'Rejoice, we conquer!' Like wine through clay,
Joy in his blood bursting his heart, he died--the bliss!"
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