Envlivened by some travellers and their dogs, a sunny run up to Newmarket Plantation and a little bit further. Forerunner out of juice so I used a conventional stopwatch. Time: 39:29
The results are now up on the Lions website.
My official time was 2:07:36 and I was 144th out of 344 (in 2004 time was 2:00:15 and I was 50th out of 143)
For my first post-Seaford run I chose a slightly abbreviated version of the Sussex Health Week route, cutting out the trip up into the woods above Stanmer Park.
Distance: 5.55
Time: 54.040
Pace: 9.52 (best 7.31)
Average heart rate: 155
It was a bit painful and I hadn't meant to go so far, but it was such a beautiful day.
It was today; the weather stayed dry though windy. It was hard work and I was slower than last year.
Provisional time (some operator error with Forerunner so I'm afraid official time will be worse): 2:07:39
Average pace: 9.45 (best 7.12)
There are some photos too.
I used Stanmer Park for some interval training as my last outing before Sunday, 6 X 400 metres.
Distance: 4.73
Time: 41:35
Pace: 8.48 (best 6.21)
Average heart rate: 161
Ran over a considerable part of the course this morning.
Time: 2:10:09
Distance: 12.64
Pace: 10.18 (best 7.19)
Average Heart rate: 149
The path beside the Cuckmere which can be very muddy is dry so unless there's lots of rain between now and Sunday it should be fairly easy (earlier in the year a glutinous mixture of mud and cow poo sucks the shoes from the hapless runner's feet).
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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