After a tough week of meals, drinking and working, I ran 32km on Saturday morning, and actually it went ok. We were in MC this weekend due to a plethora of kids' activities, but I enjoyed my run out to Italy and back along the sea front with plenty of other runners also taking advantage of a little sunshine. I think I saw 100 other runners - some in big groups. The 10km this weekend is partnered with a 23km race from Ventimiglia which Mrs R plans on running, so I guess these other runners are planning on the 23km or the 10km, both local. I wondered to myself what the correct attire is for a runner? One chap was wearing garish Bermuda shorts and a plain white techinical t shirt. One chap was in a full cotton tracksuit. Many wore simple black running tights, myself included, and brightly coloured tech t shirts commemorating various events, again, myself included - sporting a bright yellow Milan Marathon t shirt. One chap - amongst a group of what could have been police or firemen, was wearing heavy boots, shorts, t shirt and covered in silly string. Perhaps it was his stag party - who knows?
I reached my half way point in pretty good shape, and turned around just as the rain started. Nice. Persisting, I had to make decent time if I was to get negative splits and still mount Hernia Hill. I used faster runners to draft off, and motivate me in the run up to Hernia Hill, and enjoyed the help. Stopping at the Dog tap, I filled my bottle back up, as despite the rain I was pretty hot, and then the home straight! I made it home with a minute to spare for negative splits. Not my fastest time over 32km by any means - 2hrs 55, but it was still an achievement of sorts, and presuming I pace myself in Marseille, I am ready. Now, just to get through the next couple of weeks unscathed!