If you had told me ten years that I would be running around Macclesfield I would have laughed at you. While I was young and lived in this urban sprawl surrounded by some of the richest villages in Cheshire I did partake in the activity of running but this was mainly confined to the school field during football or the dreaded cross-country. I can remember one time I decided to go for a run on my own steam when I was fifteen or sixteen to shed the pounds and managed less than a mile before my lungs burnt and my head banged with so much pain.
Roll on the years and I find myself training to complete the Manchester 10K, after discovering that I enjoyed running and enjoyed the benefits far more. The 10K happened followed by several halfs followed by more and more races and soon I was running in my home town when ever I visited and stayed with my old folks. Running in Macclesfield was fun and I often wonder why I was so quick to throw in the towel after my brief affair with the sport all those years ago.
As a warm up for Snowdon Marathon I thought a nice hilly half would help and while Langdale was hilly, Macclesfield was going to seem like a pancake compared to the peaks and troughs of the Langdale valley the week before. The race was staged on the athletics track which was built while I was at school but I never used partly due to lack of interest on my account of partaking in any physical activity. But here I was lining up at the start of the 400 meter line ready to race. Again not after any PB but on reflection I could have pushed for one as my legs had more than enough in them to carry me over the line, but this was always going to be used as a training run.
Now let be said while I did everything to avoid running at school, I really wished I had discovered this sport a lot earlier than my 29th Birthday, maybe twenty years before that occasion, but after fifteen years of the track being laid I was about to run on it. The weather was due to rain but stayed dry with a strong breeze and while the roads remained open this was not a ‘fun run’ in the typical running sense. The limit to cross the line was 2hr 35 minutes which for some people is in the realms of fantasy but for the majority of the runners we were all capable of a sub 2.
There were still a mix of people who were finding it hard after 4 miles and I was one of them (hard but yet still comfortable). Not because of the level of difficulty of the course or because I set out too fast but because I could not settle. It took me till mile four to settle into my pace and rhythm and even then I felt I was going to quick for a training run (a whole minute quicker than marathon pace which I wanted to practice) After that the run was fun and while the crowds were barely visible probably due the sheer lack of people out on the streets that and the fact that most of the roads were country lanes I was enjoying the run with little distraction and the lack of music was not missed (As the roads were open Ipods were banned). At one point, I had started racing another runner, it was either that or we were keeping pace with one another as we stuck together for a good two mile until I managed to break away and see if he would follow. Come the final two miles I was in my element and the legs lifted up and the stride was in full motion for the home straight as we closed in onto the track for the finish line, I crossed with a rather impressive 1hr 45 which was 260th out of 800 plus. Not bad for some one who was still hobbling on Thursday from my last half and wanted to treat the run as a sheer training run. Only 4 minutes off PB as well so I could have beaten it if I really tried.
All in all I would do this again and add it to my race calendar, I would recommend it only for those who are experience runners, and whether you are seasoned half marathoner or a runner stepping up the distance this is truly a god race to run. Not to be taken on my first timers or people use to the ‘Great Run’ series.