Distance: 10km/ 6.21miles
Altitude: 0m/ 0ft
Temp: 10°C/ 50°F
Weather: Wet and very windy
I haven't run a 10k in over 18 months so take the opportunity to enter a largish (1000 entries) event in this small seaside town on the west coast of Scotland. I can also catch up with a friend there afterwards, who I haven't seen in years.
With my recent Parkrun times I have hopes of getting under 38 minutes for the first time since 1992, but the weather is wet and windy in Bishopbriggs and with its exposed position Troon is worse. I'll be glad to get under 39 minutes in this.
The setup for the run appears minimal as we arrive in town, just a small warning sign on the road we'll be on, but there are plenty of runners milling around the Walker Hall where we pick up timing chips. The start is on the promenade outside which would be pleasant on a good night, today the only advantage is ample toilets and some much needed shelters. With 5 minutes to go to the gun the start is nearly deserted, other than a bedraggled timing mat, a few of us under a nearby shelter and some brave marshals clinging to timing signs to tell us where to line up, but then the runners who've been sheltering in the hall appear and I get in position just behind the fast looking folk. The marshals spread out fast too, by the time we get on the roads they are everywhere with police stopping traffic and the course is very well organised.
The first section on the promenade is quite exposed to the wind blowing off the sea but we soon get into the welcome lea of a wall and some dunes, then turn east for a stretch beside the world famous Royal Troon golf course with the wind at our backs. From km 3 to 4 we are sheltered by trees on a pleasant park road while the section back west into the wind between 4.5 and 6.5 km is not too bad with houses blocking the worst of the storm, though it is still a head down slog (and more excellent practice for the last part of the Edinburgh Marathon). A section close to the Troon Municipal golf course (where some golfers nearly as crazy as us are playing) brings us to km 8 and the turn back into the worst of the wind.
The capricious weather gods decide that this is the time to teach the fastish runners a lesson as the rain increases and forward progress becomes extremely tough, seeing where you are going tougher still. I'm pretty much on my own and glad to be as a group would be more of a hindrance as I'm buffeted and keeping my head down with only occasional glances ahead. At last near km 9 comes the turn onto the Esplanade and welcome shelter... and I feel strong so up the pace despite the long distance to those ahead. My speedy finish doesn't improve my position but does drop anyone close behind and I sight the finishing clock with the disappointing thought that it already reads 38.14, just outside my best in the last few years of 38.12. My final time is 38.20 (good for 51st place out of 795 and 16th 40-49 male), which would probably equate to sub-38 on a good day and I'm happy with it. I feel good after the run, it is my fastest 10k in the UK and I have dry clothes. So it's time to change and head for a couple of restorative pints of Guinness.