Sunday, 27 April 2025

Back to the roads - St Albert 10k

One of my mini goals for 2025 is to run a sub 45 minute 10km. My first attempt was made back in February when I ran the Hypothermic 10k - conditions weren't ideal for a fast running, and I ended up finishing in 46.59. I was happy enough with my performance on the day - a winter race in Alberta is no joke, especially when you have to deal with extreme cold and snow/ice underfoot - but I knew I could go faster in more favourable conditions, so was on the lookout for another 10k at some point. 

I had completely forgotten about the St Albert Road Race until I saw it being promoted in my social media feed. I had competed in the 10-miler there back in 2022, and having spotted that they offered a 10k, I thought this would be the perfect race to try again for that sub 45 minutes. 

The day before the race, we had lovely spring-like weather - beautiful sunshine, warm temperatures, and no wind whatsoever. But when race day dawned and I glanced outside of my bedroom window, there was a light dusting of snow, the pavements were wet, and the trees were blowing around in what looked to be a gusty wind. I really wasn't too bothered by the cooler temperatures and the cloudy skies, but the wind was a huge disappointment, especially as it's the only kind of weather than I despise. When arriving in St Albert and heading over to collect my race bib, the wind was exceptionally blowy, and I think I was already talking myself out of the sub 45 minutes as I didn't want to have that expectation, only to end up disappointed. To be honest, I really don't know how to pace a 10k race these days - I'm so used to running ultras and setting off much more slowly, the thought of a fast start and a pace that I have to try and maintain is quite scary. I also felt terribly out of place amongst the road running community. They were there doing a warm up, throwing arms and legs around and stretching things out, then running strides along the pathways to get their bodies ready to run fast. I meanwhile did a tentative warm-up and felt self-conscious every time another runner came by - I'm just not cut out for this kind of stuff anymore!


Although windy, I still hoped that I could at least run quicker than I did in February, and when the started at 10 minutes past 9, a small group of speedy, younger runners headed off in to the distance and I found myself in a pack on my own. 

I settled into a pace that felt comfortably hard and having glanced at my watch, it was a 7.22 per mile pace. That would be tight for a sub 45, but I thought that maybe I could make up some time on any downhills later on in the race. I recalled the course being quite hilly - not steep climbs, but long drawn out drags, and it appeared that I had remembered correctly. Thankfully I didn't seem to be slowing too much on those climbs, but the wind was really bothering me and I found the negative thoughts creeping in to my mind every time I was blown around by the gusts. I'd also been having a little trouble with tight glutes again - time to work on strengthening the hips! - and I was finding that they were tightening up considerably, even though my breathing and my legs in general were feeling pretty good. There was also one stretch of the course that seemed to go on forever - a long, straight road ahead where I couldn't see anybody else to chase down, and I found myself easing back on the pace, finding it difficult to find that extra bit of a kick to get this over and done with as quickly as possible. 

We eventually made a turn that ended the loop and I started to make my way back to the finish. With 2 miles to go, I had 15 minutes on the clock to hit that 45 minutes - it was possible, although I was running into a headwind again, and I wasn't even able to gain any advantage from the downhills. I was pusing as much as I could, trying to pump the arms to keep the legs turning over, but the finish line just didn't seem to be getting any closer. The 1st and 2nd place males from the 10-mile race came past me which gave me a bit of a boost, and by now, I also had more company from the 5k runners who were also heading back to the finish. We offered encouragement to each other which helped all of us to pick up the pace little. 

As I passed by the roundabouts by the curling club, I could see the finish line approximately 400m ahead. I took one last look at my watch which told me I had 90 seconds to sprint to the finish if I wanted that sub 45. I knew that it wasn't going to be, especially as my fasted mile had been a 7.15 earlier on in the race. but I did try for a sprint finish, crossing the line in an official time of 45.57. It wasn't as fast as I'd hoped for, but given that I haven't raced on roads in a long time, and I've not really done a great deal of speedwork on the roads, I was happy enough with the result. I was also 1st in my age group, so not bad for a 52 year old, and I finished 7th lady and 12th overall. It was great morning and I really enjoyed racing again. 


The St Albert Road Race is definitely one to do if you have the chance and at just $65 for an entry fee, you get a really well organised event and some great race day swag. Of course, it does mean I now have to find another 10k to try again for a sub 45-minutes, but that will likely be in the summer now. I've got a 100km trail race in 6 weeks time and I need to get myself ready for that in the hope that I can hit that goal. Time will tell but I already know for sure that I will give it my best shot, just like I always do.



Saturday, 12 April 2025

HOAR All-Day Buffet ... 6 hours of snowy fun!

It's been a few days now since I completed Hill of a Race for a second time, and my legs have been very tight and achy from all of the ups and downs. As a result, I haven't really ran much this week, and even when taking the pups out for their usual walks, I've really struggled to keep up with them as my legs have screamed with pain with every step I've taken. I don't recall taking this long to recover last time I did the event and I'm not really sure what I've done differently, but then it doesn't really matter - I still have 3 weeks until my next race, and I'm pretty sure that all will be back to normal by the time I toe the next start line. This morning, I did do the parkrun in Edmonton, and despite the legs still feeling a little fatigued and tight in spots, I was pretty happy to run an average 7.32 minute miles which was much quicker than expected. I deliberately held back as I knew I would likely struggle at a faster pace, so to finish in 23.38 was very satisfying - I was expecting closer to 25 minutes!

First run of the week post HOAR ...
River Valley parkrun



But I digress ....

With Andy being away until Easter, I wasn't even sure if I would be able to do Hill of a Race as I don't like to leave the pups home alone for hours on end. Thankfully, some very good friends were willing to pop around to check on the dogs during the day which meant I was free to go gallivanting up and down Rabbit Hill Snow Resort for 6 hours on a Sunday in April. Although we'd had a good dump of snow again just a week or so before the race, the forecast for race day was glorious sunshine and double digit positive temperatures, so it was very likely that it was going to feel like a spring day, and the slopes were likely to get quite slushy and slick as things warmed up throughout the day. I decided that spikes wouldn't be needed but I would wear trail shoes to give me that extra traction - other than that, the plan was to wear just shorts and t-shirt, along with a hat and shade to protect me from the glare of the sun. I also took poles with me although I hadn't really intended to use them, but I'm so glad I took them with me in the end and I did use them for the vast majority of the race.

I arrived at Rabbit Hill with plenty of time to spare, collected my bib, and then dumped by bag close to the start/finish area so I had easy access to it for the duration of the race. I would be crewing myself this time, so I didn't want to waste too much time faffing around trying to find my things. I kept things minimal - spare dry socks just in case it did get really slushy and I needed to change, a couple of energy gels, and two protein drinks to keep me going. Other than that, I would use the race aid station at the end of each lap, and hopefully that would suffice for the full 6-hours.

With not being an A race for me, I wasn't really feeling competitive and I was just looking forward to getting my head down and seeing if I could match my 15 laps from 2 years ago. But then somebody said that gawd damn awful thing to me again that put me into flight mode - "are you going to win this again?" Here's the thing - I have NEVER won HOAR, I wasn't there to be competitive this year, and the comment actually upset me somewhat and made me want to go home. I find these kind of comments disappointing and frustrating, especially when I'm there purely to have fun and just use it for longer term race goals, but when I try to explain, it's met with a "yeh right!" ... drives me nuts! I tried to drag myself out of my gloomy mood, and by the time the race started at 9am, I was starting to feel a little chirpier and ready to go.

Waiting at the start and pondering choices! 
Credit: FOMO Foto


Most of the folks registered for the event this year seemed to be doing the All-Day Buffet 6-hour event, and there was quite the crowd at the start line. I stood near the back as I couldn't see any point in sprinting on ahead just to be first up the hill - besides, it would be far easier to run on snow that had been flattened down by everybody else, rather than me having to do all the work! As the climb started, pretty much everybody started walking, and I got into my usual power hike up the hill. It was still close to freezing at the start so there were some icy patches, and I found myself slipping on them a little as I tried to grip whilst those that had started with poles were making a far better job of scaling the climb. We were all pretty bunched up but as we reached the top of the hill and started down the slope on the other side, a lot of people went bombing off, taking advantage of that downhill.

Off we go! The first climb
Credit: FOMO Foto


I'm usually a slow starter in ultras, preferring to maintain the same pace for as long as possible during races, and I knew that whilst I was very likely close to tail end of the runners at the minute, I would claw back some of those positions in a few hours time. I settled into my usual rhythm and whilst I was already starting to get really warm, I was feeling really good.

As with any snow resort, you go down, you go up, you go down, you go up - and those ups and downs are steep! The second downhill at HOAR is exceptionally steep, and I recalled the sharp turn at the bottom being the worst part when I had done the race back in 2023. As I started the descent down the hill, I could feel the ice underneath the snow, so I put the extra weight on my quads to keep my balance and stay upright. But then all of sudden, my feet flew out from underneath me and I was sliding down the hill on my backside, unable to stop and going at a fair old speed. I wouldn't have minded, except I was sliding in the wrong direction and down below, there was a clump of trees that seemed to be getting closer and closer at a very fast rate. I panicked a little bit. I was sliding out of control, and now I was sliding sideways, making it even harder to stop myself. I'm not even sure what happened, but I came to a sudden stop and relief flooded through me. I had slid about 20 metres off course and now had to scramble my way back up the slope to get back into the race. I turned myself over and tried to stand, but no sooner had my feet touched the snow, I started sliding backwards again down the hill. I clawed at the icy snow and managed to stop myself going any further, then on hands and knees, I crawled back up the hill, feet flaying everywhere on the ice, my knees cut and bruised from the sharp icy bits that I had slid across.

Watch me go! Weeeeeeee ......
Credit: FOMO Foto

I'm not going to lie - that knocked my confidence for the remainder of the race, and even afterwards when I was scaling that section with poles and things had softened somewhat, I was still extremely cautious on that hill!

After the dramatic fall and slide, I managed to get back into the race, and as I came to the end of the first lap, I took off my jacket, grabbed my poles, grabbed a drink, and set off on my second loop. By now, I was pretty much at the back of the field, but I didn't really care - I got back into my groove, and just put one foot in front of the other, and kept things moving.

As the race progressed, I did find myself in my own space and just doing my own thing. After the first 3 laps, I lost count of how many I had done, and I was now counting the time remaining on the clock and calculating how many laps I could still squeeze in rather than keeping track of how many laps I had actually done. I had absolutely no idea what position I was in in the ladies race, but I did know that there were certainly a few speedy ladies likely still ahead of me, and whilst none had lapped me from what I could tell, I never really saw them whilst I was out on the course. I had no idea if they had stopped, or whether they had taken a break and I was now ahead of them, but that kind of made it more interesting for me - not being concerned about race position, and just purely focusing on doing my own thing.

Knuckle down and crack on!
Credit: FOMO Foto

The support from the spectators and the volunteers was amazing, and as things were heating up, I was making sure that I drank a full cup of something at the end of each loop. I also drank one of my protein drinks, had two energy gels, a bit of watermelon and some cookies, and some potato chips, but other than that, I don't really recalling eating that much food. The good news is though that I still felt that I had the energy to tackle the hills so I knew that I was getting the calories I needed to keep going - given that each lap was only around 2.5km, just drinking a cup of Coke or Ginger Ale on each lap was likely giving me the calories I needed - anything else was just a bonus.

I'm one of those people that doesn't really listen to music when I run, but when asking for special musical requests, I said I would love to hear some Robbie Williams, so imagine my delight when running down the hill on one of my laps, I could hear Robbie being played on the sound system. I was over the moon, and it definitely motivated me as I tried to sing along whilst starting my next lap. This occurred a few times during the race, and every time I heard that familiar song, it put a spring in my step and made me smile - thanks so much to Laura!!

Singing to Robbie!
Credit: FOMO Foto

Things were definitely starting to warm up by midday, and the reflection from the sun on the snow was bright. I could feel the sunburn starting, but stupidly forgot to put on the sunscreen - geez, I would no doubt pay for that later on tonight, when hopping in the bath to get cleaned up. The snow was also starting to melt a little and there was far less ice underneath. Instead, it became wet and slushy, slick in places, but for me, it made it far easier to slide down the hills and get better traction again on those really steep bits. 

By the time we had been going for 5 hours or so, I had already started to gain on or overtake some of those that had gone off much quicker at the start. I still had no idea what position I was in, I still didn't know how many laps I had done, but with an hour to go, I sensed that maybe I would finish with 14 or 15 laps again, and that would for sure put me somewhere near the podium, especially as the ladies race has been won with 14 to 16 laps in previous years. 

Just keeping it going
Credit: FOMO Foto

As I came down the hill on lap number whatever it was, there was 22 minutes remaining on the clock. I'd been doing 23 to 24 minute laps, but I figured that I still had time to squeeze in one more lap, so having stopped to grab a quick drink, I started my final ascent on the snow hill. The muscles around my knees and in my quads had started to cramp a little, and I knew that I needed salt. I was desperately hoping that they wouldn't cramp up on me on this final lap, and I really wanted to complete it. I pushed up the hills, ran the downs as fast as I dared, slipped and slid through the slush, managed to stay on my feet on the turns to go back up again, and as I hit the summit of the final climb, I still had 4 minutes on the clock to hit that 400m of pure downhill - I knew then that I was going to do it.

Heading out again ...
Credit: FOMO Foto

I finished my final lap with 90 seconds remaining and I was happy. I'd given everything I had, had tried not to waste time, and had had a jolly good time out there. It was only afterwards that I discovered that I had finished with 15 laps, and had missed out on being crowned Queen of the Hill by just two and a half minutes. I had no idea that the leading lady was only a couple of minutes ahead of me, and whilst it is definitely easy to say in hindsight, I'm pretty sure that if somebody had told or if Andy had been there crewing me, I would have chased her down and made that final lap exciting for everybody, deciding the race winner in those final minutes. As it was, I was oblivious, and that's ok ... grrrr :)

Finished! Picture thanks to Faye Lowther

It was only when I had finished the race that my legs went in to shutdown. They were terribly tired, I could barely move them, and when I did, I could feel the cramps starting. It made me laugh! I went and grabbed a burger and an ice cold drink, and enjoyed the post race atmosphere along with everybody else, before heading back home to the pups.

It had been a super day on the slopes despite the earlier hiccup, and although I had scratched and bruised knees, blistered hands, achy legs and terrible sunburn, I'd had tons of fun. I'm sure that I will be back to do it all again, maybe next year :)





Tuesday, 18 February 2025

One extreme to the other - Hypothermic 10k and Frozen Ass 50k

The past week has been bitterly cold in the Edmonton area, and whilst being hopeful that the warm-up was coming, we've been met with extreme cold warnings on and off for a few days now. I'm one of those people that still prefers to run outdoors regardless of the weather, assessing the risk and knowing my own limitations before deciding whether it's a good idea, or whether pounding the road to nowhere or climbing to the summit of the topless hill is the preferred choice. It usually results in me heading outdoors, which is probably a good thing to some degree, especially as I have a tendency to sign up for winter races that are usually scheduled for February!

This past weekend, I had signed up for two completely different races, one at each end of the scale - the Hypothermic Half 10k in Edmonton, and the Frozen Ass 50k in Calgary.

This would be my third time doing the Hypothermic Half since moving back to Canada, but this year, I registered for the 10k rather than the half marathon. We were under yet another extreme cold warning which usually means temperatures are expected to drop to -40c or below, and by the time the race started at 10am, it was still -28c real feel in the wind.

Despite the cold, it was an absolutely gorgeous morning and with the hoar frost on the trees alongside the river, and the haze and fog over the water, it really was beautiful with the clear blue skies overhead. Although I have a goal to go sub 45 minutes for 10k this year, I knew that it was unlikely on Sunday given the conditions, but I was still curious to see how I would get on.

I had layered up pretty well and felt comfortably warm whilst waiting at the start line, and once the race had started, I didn't feel overdressed and was glad I had put on the extra layer for warmth.

I've not raced a 10k for several years now so I had no idea what pace nor level of effort I needed to do. It's crazy to think that I used to do 10k races regularly many moons ago, and I was always confident of my ability to run a certain pace or time, but on Sunday I definitely felt like a newbie. I decided to go out at a comfortably hard pace and adjust things as I went along - having been running around 23 minutes at parkruns recently, that was my only guide to the type of pace I could manage.

With a new start and finish area for the race this year, I hadn't realised that it would still follow pretty much the same route as previous years, and when crossing the first bridge, it looked very familiar which was a huge help as I  knew exactly what was coming. I didn't look at my watch at all, preferring to run by feel, and when my watch kept beeping at around 7.30 miles, I was pleasantly surprised. That kind of pace meant that I would be pretty close to my 45 minute goal for the year if I could keep things going, but I knew there was a bit of an incline just after the half way point, and whilst not steep, it would still likely cause me to slow down a little. 

I noticed that my breathing was a little laboured, not only from the effort but also from breathing in the cold air, and my nose was definitely feeling the chill and I had to keep moving my face covering every so often to catch my breath. Otherwise, I was doing ok, and it helped to have the half marathon runners ahead of me as it gave me people to focus on and chase down. 

From the start I knew that I was near the front - nobody went off particularly fast and that did make me question whether I had gone off far too fast and everybody would come bombing past me in a couple of miles. There were just two 10k runners ahead of me from what I could tell, and both of these were men, but I couldn't see any other ladies around me.

As I went through the 5k mark, I took a sneaky peak at my watch - 23.12, which was on a par with my recent parkrun times. Double that, and it would be a 46 minute finish - I would be pretty happy with that, assuming that I could keep the same pace. I was feeling pretty good and so kept pushing onwards, although as suspected, the long drawn out incline just after 5k meant my pace slowed by about 15 seconds per mile. I picked it up again at the top of the hill and got back into my stride, but the last mile saw me faltering slightly as I got an uncomfortable stitch from the pace and from breathing in the cool air. I also hadn't realised how close the bridge was to the start/finish area, so my finishing kick that I try to do came a little late. As I made the final turn with about 100 yards to go to the finish, my watch was just approaching 47 mins and I crossed the line in an unofficial 47.05, 2nd place overall and 1st placed lady. 

Finish of the Hypothermic Half 10km
on a rather chilly February day :)

I was extremely happy with the result, more so my time and how things felt rather than the win, with the latter just being an added bonus. It was a few minutes before the next placed runner came in, I didn't really know anybody, so rather than staying for the brunch that was included in the race entry fee, I collected my medal, said thanks to the volunteers, then headed off to find Andy and the pups - I had another race to get to the following day, and we had to make our way to Calgary for that one. The plan was to make the trip on the Sunday afternoon to get settled into the hotel and ensure a good night's kip the night before the race- by 1pm, we were on our way, and by 4.30pm I was relaxing with a cup of tea in the hotel room, all three pups curled up next to me :)

Gord's Frozen Ass 50km has been going for donkeys' years, and it has seen some incredible athletes taking part over the years, including the likes of Dave Proctor and Ellie Greenwood. For me, it was the first ultra I completed when moving to Canada 13 years ago - this year, it was my 6th time taking part in the event. It's held in February every year on Family Day, which usually coincides with my birthday weekend, and that's one of the reasons why I usually end up running it :)

Arriving at the start at the Bow Waters Canoe Club in Calgary, it was another bitterly cold winter's morning. Calgary was now under an extreme cold warning, and on checking the weather app on my phone, it was telling us it was -39c at 9am when we started. I was undecided what to wear for this one. Unlike the 10k, I anticipated this race taking me around 5 hours to complete - 5 hours in extreme cold brought a serious risk of frostbite and hypothermia if not properly prepared. I didn't want to overdress as I'd end up sweating and then likely feel cold as the sweat evaporated and I start to slow down, but then under dressing was just as bad too. Yet again I was thankful that I had been running outside in the extreme temperatures, as I did at least know what kit worked to keep me warm and dry whilst outside.

I think the cold had also deterred some of the registered runners from turning up on the day, but whilst numbers looked fewer than what I remembered, there were still some familiar faces on the start line, and indeed some quite speedy and experienced runners toeing the line.

In past years when I have done the Frozen Ass, it has been an out and back course, with 2 laps completed to make up the distance. This time, it was 4 laps, and it would take us close to downtown Calgary as we followed the city pathways. Looking back, I personally much prefer the 4 lap format - the course is interesting and scenic, and it means that only one aid station is required at the start/finish area, where the volunteers can head inside to stay warm if needed, rather than standing outside for hours on end, waiting for us runners to pass by.

My only goal for the Frozen Ass was to finish in under 5 hours. Despite the cold, I still thought this would be possible, especially when considering how my training had been going recently. The only thing that might slow me would be if there was lots of snow on the ground, but it turned out that the pathways had been cleared, and there was only a small patch of ice where care had to be taken. It's also a pretty flat course, the only hills coming in the last couple of miles on each lap, and those hills certainly feel much steeper with each lap!

A very chill -39c to start the day :)

My main concern this year was making sure I didn't get lost. Although I lived in Calgary for 3 years, I don't know the entire city, so I knew I needed to keep the lead runners in my sight to make sure I didn't go off course. Gord had put chalk markings on the ground, but within the first mile, we had already missed a couple of them and had to double back a short distance. Thankfully, we were all quite close to each other at the start so it was easy to follow everybody else - after the first lap, we'd at least have a better idea of where we needed to go, and I certainly felt much more confident on my second lap when I found myself running alone. I did still have a moment when running through Inglewood and heading into an off-leash dog park - I really couldn't remember running through a dog park on my previous laps and I did hesitate and wait a few seconds before continuing.  I then ran down a small hill that I did remember, and I knew that I was still on the right track.

To run the 5 hours I was hoping for, I had to run around 9.30 minute miles which I felt capable of doing. However, I didn't want to be a slave to my watch and decided to run by feel instead, and when my watch kept beeping out consistent mile splits of around 8.30 pace, I wondered if perhaps I was going a little too fast. But the legs felt good, the breathing felt good, everything felt good, so I just decided to go with it.

It was so cold that within the first 5 minutes, my hair had already started to freeze. I had slavered Vaseline on my nose and cheeks to add a protective layer against the cold and to prevent frostbit, and I was actually feeling snug and warm beneath all of the layers. The only area for concern was my fingertips and it took a while before they warmed up properly - my hands are always the first thing to suffer in the cold and I had brought hand warmers and thermal gloves with me for this very reason. Thankfully though, even the hands warmed up, and things were ticking along quite nicely.

It was really pretty running alongside the river. The air was so cold that a mist was forming over the water, and the hoar frost on the trees looked gorgeous. A sun dog was showing up around the sun, and those rainbow colours looked splendid against  the deep blue sky. A few black squirrels were sitting on branches in the wooded areas, trying to shelter from the biting wind, whilst the poor Canada Geese sat huddled up together on the ice on the river, using each other for warmth and shelter from the elements.

Canada Geese on the chilly river

I hadn't realised how close we would be running to Calgary Zoo, and as I ran by the fence line to the zoo, I spotted the resident moose in their pen, munching away on their tasty breakfast. With the statues and artistic structures along the pathway, they were a great distraction from the running, and even having ran past them 4 times by the end of the race, I never seemed to tire of looking at them and admiring things.

Pathways of Calgary, with downtown behind :)

The worst part of the course was towards the end of each loop as we did an small out and back section. Heading back, the wind was horrendous and really made things hard work. Add to that the climbs in the last mile or so, it really was a nasty section that I didn't particularly enjoy, but I just kept telling myself that it was only a couple of miles, and then I would get a small break whilst I refuelled before setting off on the next lap.

For the first two laps, I think I was lying in second place in the ladies race, but I had not idea where I was overall. The only guide to positions was that out and back section, but when we merged with the 25k runners, even that became more difficult, especially as everybody was just bundled up under tons of layers, and covered in a brilliant white frost that made it difficult to identify anybody. It was towards the end of lap three that I took the lead in the ladies race, and it definitely wasn't intentional. I had somehow been maintaining a very consistent pace and in doing so, I had gained on the leading lady and eventually passed her, trying to keep the same level of effort going in the hope I could still maintain it towards the end. I think my slowest mile for the entire race was just under 10 minutes but otherwise, I was still running those 9 minute miles. The last lap saw me take some walking breaks, but despite being a fast walker, I forced myself to get running again as quickly as possible, telling myself that even a jog is better than a walk.

In between the laps, I was heading down the steps into the canoe club, making sure to drink something and grab some food, as well as topping up on the Vaseline. The volunteers did an awesome job in trying to tempt me with all the delicious food on offer, but I didn't want to waste too much time in between laps, sticking to my own race fuel at least until I had finished. I think each time I headed inside, I took no longer than 5 minute before heading out again, trying to be as efficient as possible and not waste too much time.

The final lap was the hardest one for me mentally. The stretch through town seemed to take forever, and all I wanted was to get past the zoo so I could start the out and back section, and then I knew I'd be on the home stretch. Andy had been back at the hotel with the pups all day, staying warm and cosy and enjoying some relaxation time, but I sent him a message when I'd started my last lap so he could get back in time for when I finished. My laps had been coming in at around 70 to 75 minutes, and he timed things perfectly, catching me in the final 400m as I picked up the pace in the hope of going sub 4.45. I ended up finishing in 4.45.47 by my watch which I was more than happy with.

Heading to the finish, about 400m to go :)

Heading inside, mascara smearing my face, hair like a bird's nest, and everything frozen solid, I was informed that I had finished 4th overall, and given that there didn't appear to be any other ladies present and that I hadn't seen any ahead of me for the past couple of laps, it looked like I had also won the ladies race. It all felt very surreal, not only running as quick as I did and still finishing like I had plenty more in the tank, but also being the first female. My running for the past couple of years has been a battle and yet this was a second race victory in as many days - I was certainly happy to take it :)

There were still people out on the course, but I hung around for a wee while, chatting to friends old and new, congratulating others on their runs, and of course taking full advantage of the homemade soup and cookies that the wonderful volunteers had provided. It was the perfect end to a really good race, and having filled my belly, it was time to get a hot shower, warm up, and then enjoy some snuggle time with the pups.

I've now got a good 6 weeks or so of focused training before my next race which is Hill of a Race at Rabbit Hill snow resort. Then it's another 10k road race in April, as I build up to what I hope will be a good race at Blackfoot Ultra 100k in May. Here's hoping I can stay fit and healthy, that I have a good stretch of consistent training, and that there are more positive outcomes from my races over the coming months.