On Sunday morning I decided to make the journey up the East Lancs for the Croxteth Park 10k.
This was billed as a flat multi terrain race so I thought I would give it a go to keep me out of the pub on Saturday night and some practice for next week at Morecambe.
Barry Allman decided to join me for the trip but not to take part but spectate and do a spot of photography. He muttered something about kicking my ass on the track tomorrow, OK Barry!
Barry met me at mine and we set off at 9.15 with the race starting at 11 so plenty of time to spare with it being a new venue.
We arrived at the destination, via my phone satnav at a rather early 10 o clock only to be told by a car park attendant that we could not park in this car park but had to park on the other side!
The only way to the other side, as they had conveniently put barriers up, was by exiting the way we came in and finding the main entrance.
Well as neither myself or Barry are fluent in Scouse and perhaps a little hard of earing we then proceeded to circle the park for 20 minutes!
Anyway we finally found the main entrance which was an entrance you could not really miss but maybe next time the organisers could place some temporary roads signs for numpties like me and Baz
After doing a bit of a warm up, yes me doing warms up now so I must be getting a bit serious , I felt ok seeing I'd raced a 5k the day before and was quietly optimistic about the run!
The race was itself was chipped timed and 242 runners took part in the run and from what I could gather at the start of all abilities.
At 11 the race was off and with plenty of room to race I set off quite quick, perhaps a little too quick as I heard someone beside me say 4.20 for the first kilometre.
It was at this point I remember doing one of my 1k efforts on Wednesday, albeit the last very painful one, at around this pace and thought I'd better slow it down a little as I'm not upto that standard yet!
The course itself was mainly woodland trails and what I could only describe as fell run or x-country type surface but without the hills and rather narrow and uneven underfoot in places.
At 7k I started to pay for my over exhuberent start and began to tire and felt like I was barely moving, perhaps I was barely moving.
Not long after I could hear the tannoy of the finish commentator and I was thinking where's the finish damn it.
Anyway I ended crossing the line very heavy legged in 48.48, which was chipped at 48.43 coming 119th out of the 242 runners.
For my troubles I got a running bug medal and a mug, which I have already had a few cups of tea out of.
After this race Bazza nicknamed me Baron Basnett as I've not posted a PB this weekend so it's been 9 days since my last one! Yes another nickname from one of the A&T gang!