{"id":143,"date":"2008-09-12T13:52:00","date_gmt":"2008-09-12T13:52:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.andrewtully.com\/?p=143"},"modified":"2008-09-12T13:52:00","modified_gmt":"2008-09-12T13:52:00","slug":"early-morning-long-run","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.andrewtully.com\/?p=143","title":{"rendered":"Early morning long run&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s 05.30 as the alarm clock switches on dragging me out of a place I really wanted to be. The radio muttered in the background, it was difficult to make out what was been said but I didn&#8217;t really care. I knew I had to get up but I just needed another minute, maybe two.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s 05.45 and the second alarm sounds, this one is an annoying buzzing noise that demands attention. It&#8217;s silenced immediately, I get the message.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s 05.55 before I finally drag myself out of bed. It&#8217;s dark outside, probably cold too but there are 12 miles of parkland to be covered and I&#8217;d better get on with it. It takes a couple of minutes for my <span class=\"blsp-spelling-error\" id=\"SPELLING_ERROR_0\">Garmin<\/span> to lock onto its&#8217; satellites so I sit on the doorstep while putting my trainer on, still mucky from last run.<\/p>\n<p>With trainers on and satellites found I took off. As usual, my pace was far too fast at a little over 7 minute miles. I tried to slow down but am hopeless at regulating my pace. After a few minutes I got it down to 8 minute miles and eventually to a reasonable 9 minute mile but not before I felt exhausted.<\/p>\n<p>To save my knees I ran on every scrap of grass I passed until I got to the <span class=\"blsp-spelling-error\" id=\"SPELLING_ERROR_1\">Curragh<\/span>, by that time the sun was up and it was turning into a beautiful morning.<\/p>\n<p>I ran towards <span class=\"blsp-spelling-error\" id=\"SPELLING_ERROR_2\">Donnolly&#8217;s<\/span> hollow and after 5 miles I finally got my pace down to my marathon target pace of 9.30. I Connolly&#8217;s circled the monument, took a gel pack and some water, and ran towards the golf course. I wasn&#8217;t sure if I could run around the golf course but I ran up to the club house anyway where I met some of the groundsmen who were busy getting the course ready for the day.<\/p>\n<p>After a short break I doubled back and ran cross country towards the main <span class=\"blsp-spelling-error\" id=\"SPELLING_ERROR_3\">Curragh<\/span> village. After a circuit of the large field next to the motorway I had covered over 10 miles and it was time to return home. By this time the town had woken up and everyone was busy getting somewhere.<\/p>\n<p>As I approached the bridge that marks a mile from home I had covered a little under 12 miles and I decided to take a little detour to add a little more distance. I turned into what I thought was a lane, it turned out to be the house for the Parish priests and as luck would have it one of them was leaving in his car. Thinking I was looking for assistance he rolled down the window to ask what he could do. I explained that I was out for a run and wondered if this lane was a dead end. While it was definitely a physical dead end, I was assured that it was by no means a spiritual dead end.<\/p>\n<p>By the time I reached home I had covered 13.29 miles in 02:15:23. That&#8217;s an average pace of 10:11, a little over my marathon target but with 7 weeks to the marathon I&#8217;m happy with that.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s 05.30 as the alarm clock switches on dragging me out of a place I really wanted to be. The radio muttered in the background, it was difficult to make out what was been said but I didn&#8217;t really care. I knew I had to get up but I just needed another minute, maybe two. 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