I’ve visited Edinburgh 3 times, and the first 2 times were cold and grey and damp. So when my friend suggested we head up to Scotland for the Edinburgh half marathon, I was expecting perfect running weather.
Instead, it was hot and sunny for the whole long weekend we were there for! What happened, Scotland!?
Catching our breath on Arthur’s Seat.
This was great for the first few days, when we hiked up Arthur’s Seat for the gorgeous views, visited the castle, wandered along the Royal Mile and Princes Street, popped up to the Observatory for some more panoramic photo opportunities and even visited the botanical gardens. It was glorious!
We tucked in to brilliant Scottish food, racked up miles and miles of walking each day, and had a brilliant time. Not the best half marathon preparation, to be fair (I rocked up to the start line with sunburn, a big blister and pretty tired legs!) but SO worth it.
The half started at 8am, so we got up nice and early and wandered down to the start on Regent Road. It was cool and sunny and the atmosphere was brilliant! We were staying less than a mile away, and we were through the bag drop and into our corral in no time at all.
Heading to our corral!
I was a little bit nervous, as I knew my training hadn’t gone very well (I’m not even going to fess up to my mileage in the month before the race) but I knew it was going to be a scenic and fairly flat route, and decided to go out and just make the most of it.
Half way through…
My friend had trained much better than me, so by 5 miles I made her leave me behind (very un-politely, sorry Amanda!!), and carried on alone. My Dad has always reminded me to ‘run your own race’, and I wholeheartedly agree! Amanda went on to finish nearly 20 minutes faster than me, so it was definitely the right decision 😉
I got to about 6 miles before the blister went (first time this has happened to me, and oh my days, I’m never going to forget my Compeed ever again!!) and the day was really beginning to warm up. I was definitely jealous of the tourists enjoying their ice-creams on the beach, and I was starting to struggle a bit.
The crowd support was a lot less than I’m used to, having been spoilt by big city marathons (looking at you, Brighton and Barcelona!), but there was some great camaraderie amongst the runners, which makes all the difference.
I usually hate out-and-backs in races, but in this one it worked brilliantly. I managed to spot Amanda for a high-five as I approached the turnaround point at 10.5 miles, whilst she was nearing the finish, and a mile or so later I watched the front marathon runners speed past on their way out – always SO COOL to watch, especially that close!
Such a great medal!
I’ll admit I took quite a few walking breaks in the second half, but I pushed myself for the last .1 and picked up the legs for a sprint finish. I felt a bit cheeky overtaking people in the last few metres, given that they’d probably worked a lot harder than me overall (I felt like a complete slacker), but I couldn’t help myself.
I absolutely loved this event, though it was a shame that the route left the city so quickly – it would have been nice to run through Edinburgh itself. But it was brilliantly organised, had a great atmosphere, and was definitely a good course for a PB attempt (on a cooler day!).
The only downside was the shuttle bus back to the start. The advertised ’15 minute’ walk took 30 minutes, and we then had to queue in the blazing sunshine for another 10 or so. The bus didn’t actually drop us back at the start, but 2-3 blocks away from Princes Street, which meant an additional walk that I hadn’t expected. Not a huge deal, but still a bit of a pain.
Regardless, I’ll definitely be back to run the half again!
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Have you ever run Edinburgh? What did you think?