Seven girls wanted to join me for the trip, including two new girls. These were: Jo, Pia, Rowan, Julie, Sarah and her visiting friend, Izzy, and new girl, Shahla. Everyone was aiming for slightly different distances. Myself, Jo, Pia and Izzy were planning on doing the full 16 miles, Shahla 14 miles, Sarah 13, Julie 10 and Rowan 8 miles. We mostly ran the first lap together as best we could, but it was quickly clear that Shahla and Sarah weren't quite as fast as the other five.
Julie, Pia, Rowan, Izzy & Jo at the back. |
The last time we were almost all together: Izzy, Jo, Pia, Julie, Shahla, Rowan and Sarah at the back in the yellow coat. |
As several people were running different mileages we had to say our goodbyes at various different points. Sarah decided to turn around at the 6.5 mile point on the first lap of the lake. Everyone else continued to the car park, where we said goodbye to Rowan. Julie then continued for another mile back on herself and then returned to her car, and Shahla ran back for about 3 miles and then turned around again. We waited for Shahla at the point we thought she'd turn around but never saw her again, so I hope she was o.k.
I then continued with the remaining three for the full two laps. It's possible that I could have planned the route better. We went clockwise for the first lap, and anti-clockwise for the second lap. I had forgotten how hilly it is over the first two miles if you run clockwise around the lake. This wasn't so bad on the first lap with fresh legs, but when we turned around to run the second lap anti-clockwise it meant we'd have to deal with the hills for the last 2 miles of what actually turned out to be a 17.4 mile run. So I was slightly out with my one lap being 8 miles. For the second week running I made Jo and myself run about a mile and a half more than the training programme suggested.
It also turned out that I made another organisational error. There are two main car parks at Grafham Water. One right by a sailing centre and on the edge of the main village of Perry. The other is in the middle of nowhere and where there is a cycle hire centre. I remembered that both had cafes, but I assumed that the cafe next to the sailing centre was the one most likely to be open, but I never thought to check. As it turned out I was wrong, so we had no chance to get a hot cup of tea at the end of the run. At least I took cookies to share with everyone. Maybe I should invest in a large flask. At the end of the run we had a quick stretch under the canopy of the closed cafe and then piled into my car with our muddy legs for the 40 minute drive back to Cambridge.
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