What a gorgeous race. Lovely day, fantastic, interesting, varied, part off road course, with good footing, and no mud (although of course the dry weather has played its part). Organisation first rate. The husband came along and ran it too, yippee.
Couldn't be better really. I enjoyed the run too. Going up hills doesn't really trouble me, I just slow down, and I can stretch out going down, and I liked the variety. Felt well until 8K, and then there was still a bit of climbing, the wind was against me, I hadn't walked at all, and my legs had requested politely to stop, I wouldn't, so of course they felt a bit dead. Tried alternating fast and slow to wake them up a bit, but it didn't amuse them, so gave up and slogged the last K home.
Time, 1hr, 6 min, or thereabouts.
I come back, however, feeling slightly rueful. It was a wonderful run for me. Definitely of the best. And I was right at the back. Amidst a bunch of other women all saying what a rotten race they had had, how illness and injury had really slowed them down today.
I'm still high as a kite over being able to run, I still love every step. But running with others looks like being a very humbling experience. I found myself wishing to excuse my slowness, on the grounds that I am in the dancing bear and three legged hamster category.
I may be in that category, but it's time to shut up about it. End of excuses, full stop. Guess I've got to run faster, or grow up, or both, if I'm to enjoy races. (Wicked Witch, do I understand you?) One of the swimming pool regulars did come in after me. He's in his mid eighties I believe. I shall study his style, and I don't mean running.
By for now. I'll be on only sporadically, checking on Cath et al, until the half (20 October), and then I shall resume my junkie status.
Run well, Marj
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Look forward to your report on 20th October.
Cheers, V-rap.
Congratulations again.
I love you reports - you know where the fun in running lies - these excuse makers have missed the point. Looking forward to the 20th and your report.
Various things happened last night (one autonomous leg, for starters) to remind me that I owe myself some patience for some time to come. I feel so infinitely better than I did even three months ago that it is tempting to try and say, right, chapter over, on to the next, but it is not so simple.
What a 10K can teach.
And half the sailors at the club are jogging round the streets together in prep for the 20th, people whose feet haven't seen the insides of trainers for 30 years.
It's an adventure.
All the best, Marj.