Report from Stephen Boddy:
After being very taken by Scott’s Melmerby 10k write up I decided to apply ‘The Harrington Conjecture’ to my own running. (Beer + Burgers = Fast running). At 2am as I staggered home up the Royal Mile with just an empty bottle of 10yr old Macallan and the remains of a Haggis pasty for company I started to wonder if this had been a wise move. Luckily, I woke up and realised it had all been a dream and my loyal (but dull) friends; pasta, porridge and Nuun tablets were still by my side and in my belly.
The run itself was relatively uneventful; I set off, I felt crap for the first few miles, then I felt ok for a while, the miles ticked over and towards the end my legs gradually fell apart. Luckily, they fell apart later than usual which allowed me to finish in 3hrs 40mins which was a 36min PB. The main moment of note was some fella I didn’t recognise shouting ‘Go on Otley, see you down The Junction!’ which was ace.
Finally, during the last mile or so, I perfected the art of the ‘anti-cramp run’. This is a sort of hunched shuffle which involves only moving your hips and feet thus minimising the use of any leg muscles. I can’t say I finished the race with good form or any dignity but I can say I made it to the finish. I’ll happily run a session on it if people want.