Thanks for the good luck wishes everyone. I managed a PB by 3.5 minutes but had a stitch halfway through and failed (I think) to get a sub-90 which is really annoying. Distance: 13.22 miles (either I took a poor racing line or my Garmin is out by quite a bit). Garmin time: 1h30m04s.
After getting up at 5:45am and driving for nearly two hours, I arrived at the racecourse in plenty of time to use the loo and check everything was fine at home. I boarded the bus which took me into the City centre with loads of time to spare so I ambled around the Runners' Village and then decided to have a pre-race massage to treat my dodgy (a) calfs (or should that be calves?) and (b) solus (soluses?) (sp?). After being told by the masseuse to also watch out for my tight IT bands and piriformis (what is that and where is it and what does it do?), I left the massage tent quite simply filled with confidence...
After a little warm-up spent weaving around ALL THOSE PEOPLE (where did they all come from?), I joined the queue for the green pen and managed to squirm to the front so I was as close to the white pen as possible. I tried not to be distracted by a man in red swimming trunks wearing nothing else but a HRM, sunnies and trainers. The good news in getting to the front of the green pen was that when they took down the dividing tape, I was able to join the back of the white pen (full of elites and GFA groupers)! And suddenly, the starting hooter went off and so did I... after a bit of shuffling.
THE TECHNICAL NUMBERS BIT:
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- 1m - 6:34(6:34/m) - 85cal
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- 1m - 6:33(6:33/m) - 86cal
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- 1m - 6:41(6:41/m) - 87cal
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- 1m - 6:34(6:34/m) - 86cal
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- 1m - 6:42(6:42/m) - 87cal
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- 1m - 6:42(6:42/m) - 87cal
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- 1m - 6:45(6:45/m) - 87cal
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- 1m - 6:57(6:57/m) - 86cal
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- 1m - 6:59(6:59/m) - 87cal
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- 1m - 6:54(6:54/m) - 87cal
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- 1m - 7:09(7:09/m) - 87cal
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- 1m - 7:03(7:03/m) - 87cal
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- 1m - 7:08(7:08/m) - 86cal
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- 0.22m - 1:24(6:21/m) - 19cal
As can be deduced, something went horribly wrong at mile 8 onwards although mile 7 was indicating that all was not well. I weaved a bit (afterthought: probably not a good idea) at the start to get to clear space and quickly homed in on a Purple Lady who seemed to be going at a nice pace for me (sort of tempo). She was very useful as she seemed to be quite consistent in her pacing.
However, when my stitch appeared I then struggled to keep with her and had to switch my homing device onto Old Lady (age: suspect it was 70 something) whom I had previously passed but was now proving useful in stopping me from giving up and stopping altogether. She went like the clappers and was obviously a local legend as loads of people seemed to know her name (well, that was what I thought at the time, but now I am having that moment of clarity and realising I am such a newbie to racing that I probably didn't see her NAME on her vest). I hope I can run like that some day and continue to as well as her into my 70s.
After that, Green Lady (laden with gels) caught up with me. I had also passed her some time ago. She and I did the swappingwhoisinfront thing for a bit before I told her about my stitch and she kindly egged me on for the final few miles. I could see that my sub-90 was slipping away, despite hitting the 10K point in around 41 minutes, and was cross with myself. I gave it one final pathetic push and managed to convince my legs to turn over a little faster right at the end, but I think I have failed.
Good things from today: 1. I have a new PB. 2. It was obtained in the middle of marathon training (no taper for the race today) and not specifically training for a half.
Um, why do we get stitches?