I ran the Meath championship cross country last weekend.
It was on the same club course as the previous week, so knew it would be tough going.
I had a relatively easy week before, doing 10 fairly easy miles on the Monday, rest Tuesday, 2x2 miles at 6 min pace with 1.5 warmup and cool down Wednesday. Thursday off, and 3 easy miles Friday.
I went into the race not expecting too much, but thinking I might do well in my category. It was a big group who lined up at the start, with the novice, masters, and 18 groups all in together.
I started a bit too conservatively, and spent the rest of the race passing guys, never being passed myself.
At the end, I finished strongly, and was slightly faster than the previous week.
I left pretty much straight after, as the wife had arranged to meet some friends to go for a run. While I thought I had done well, I didn't expect to place.
I was very surprised a few hours later when Brian arrived to the house with a gold medal for first place in O40's. I was pleased and surprised. The team had also won bronze.
The glory was short lived however. It would seem an athlete from my category was overlooked, and I ended up second, with silver. I wasn't too disappointed, although it was nice to be first for a while. Second, again. Ah well, maybe next year.
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