I was more apprehensive than nervous heading into this run. I

don't seem to suffer from nerves at the start of marathons any

more but a definite air of apprehension was present as I left the

house at 6:30 AM on Saturday, 10 February. I suppose I was

heading into the unknown as my training had a double edge to it.

On the one hand I was fitter than ever before after putting in a

very solid 4 weeks training of 40 miles a week and more, but the

question playing around in my head was: how would I react to very

little taper and none of the usual pre-marathon long runs. My

usual prep for a marathon consists of good long running and very

little else so this was the complete opposite.

It was dark and cold and windy but Lough Inagh was still

beautiful with a nice haunting touch thrown in. We started at

7:17 AM, which was earlier than planned but it was really nice to

start so early with the thought that we'd have a marathon run

while a lot of people were still in their beds. It's great just

to be able to get out there with very little planning or

preparation and run.

Mark, Larry and myself settled into a pace early on that seemed

steady enough. Mark was looking after timing and we were

clocking 8:20's or thereabouts most of the time. The Inagh

valley slowly woke up around us as the morning lit up. It was a

pity really to be running north because any time I looked back

the Maam Turks and the 12 Pins looked awesome against the morning

sky. It was cloudy but the little bit of sunlight that could be

seen burst through in dramatic fashion. We were surprised to be

passed by a number of cars so early, and we could only try to

imagine what they were thinking when they swerved to avoid us.

The first sign of wind hit us around mile 8 but it wasn't too bad

although I did fear that the direction it was blowing meant a

tough second half ahead. We got into a very tight line along

Killary and drafted to very good effect exchanging the lead every

600 meters or so. This brought us all the way into Leenaun and

our half marathon in 1:52 and feeling grand. My thoughts were

all the time on 1 April and thinking that Leenaun isn't that big

a place but that's for another day!

So alongside the 'Devil's Mother' and that mother of a climb out

of Leenaun. Mark asked me how long the hill was. Two miles...

Two long bloody miles. Most people think it's only one mile

long, but in reality it's closer to two. We started to split up

a bit along this stretch. I was at the back, holding back,

knowing what lay ahead only too well. We regrouped and settled

down again. I lost interest in the splits at this stage and was

just happy to coast along at any pace. But all the time I knew I

was feeling very, very comfortable.

Brian's and Peter's support along the second half of the run was

a godsend and very much appreciated. I didn't need to take on

much fluids at all as I was not sweating because it was still

cold. And the wind was picking up all the time almost bringing

me to a complete stop at mile 19, the point where our little

group split up.

Larry found something somewhere and dropped a gear never to be

seen again while Mark eased off a bit. I loved the fact that I

knew the course very well as I was always aware of exactly what

was ahead. Miles 20 and 21 flew by until finally, there it was,

once described as 'looking like a black snake sunning itself on

the rocks'...my very own 'Hell of The West' looming in the

distance.

It was a battle, a very tough one, and I questioned how on earth

anyone could run this after 35 miles. May be that kept me going

as I convinced myself that I had felt much worse much earlier in

many of my previous runs. I probably dropped to 10 minute miles

or even a bit slower along the climb but got to the top without

stopping.

A quick hello to Frank and then the descent to Maam Cross. I ran

easily to the finish and knew I was well under the four hours...

3:49 was the official time at the end and I was very pleased with

it. I know without doubt I could have held the pace for another

four or five miles.

I had finally, conquered my own course. Connemara is a marathon

to be proud of.

Ray

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