Club La Santa Half Marathon, Lanzarote, Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Dougie Nisbet

There’s something exciting and compelling about competing abroad and I’ve read and published with varying degrees of envy many race reports from Striders on their travels around the globe. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do but never done. Our holiday to Club Lasanta was a bit of an impulse but fellow Strider and physio Neil had recommended it so we reckoned it was worth exploring. It was either that or more lunges.

Don't know what made me think I'd be needing a base layer ...Day one was pretty much wandering around being pleasantly bewildered before I got my head round things. The weekly programme said there was a half-marathon the following morning at quarter to eight. That seemed a bit early. Did I dare give it a go? And, more to the point, and interestingly, why was I so apprehensive? It’s not like I’ve not done a shedload of half-marathons so I was curious about why this particular one should be making me so nervous. I gave myself a bit of talking to and signed up. At a total cost of zero Euros it was about the same price as a parkrun.

I turned up the next morning 10 minutes before the start as requested and was surprised at how jittery I was. George says he’s always nervous before the GNR whereas my usual pre-GNR emotion is abject boredom, so why was I so nervous as I stood in the early morning sunshine, on holiday, with about a dozen or so other runners waiting for the briefing? Funny thing nerves, they all hit us differently.

The half-marathon route is the same one used in the Club La Santa Lanzarote 70.3 IRONMAN and comprises 3 7km loops each including a bit round the running track. This adds the flexibility of allowing runners to opt for 1, 2 or 3 loops depending on how they feel and how far they want to run. Sounds fine but I have to say that quite frankly I found it a bit weird. I intended doing the full half but others that I was following clearly didn’t. What interested me was how disconcerting I found it to be when the runner a few hundred yards in front of me, who I thought I might pull back by the finish, just suddenly wasn’t there any more. Because they’d dropped out at the end of the current loop. There’s a strange subtlety of racing with and chasing runners not knowing whether in their head they’re racing 7, 14, or 21 km. I haven’t thought of this before because I’ve not raced in this situation before, and now that I was, I was finding it well weird.

The sun has most definitely got his hat on.

Just over 2 hours from someone shouting 3-2-1-GO! I crossed the finishing mat and thought that I hadn’t done too badly for someone who hadn’t done a half-marathon for a while, wasn’t used to this temperature at 9AM, and hadn’t had their breakfast yet. But I was still comfortably in last place. Still, looking at the results, I see I was first Strider home, so I’m pretty happy with that.

And the results are in ... Last.

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