Made it to Parkrun is morning. No excuse not to as I had to drop my son off at 8 When we got up at 6:30 I wasn’t feeling enthusiastic, but I dressed in my running kit anyway, thinking that I could decide whether to go to Parkrun or back home after I dropped him. Once I was in the kit though, my mind was set – I was going.
No garmin today. I thought that I would sleep in it one night to study my resting heart rate. I don’t know what I did but it’s stuck on one screen and I haven’t had time to read the instruction manual yet to sort it out.
It was cold and windy (2*C) and I wondered if 2 layers would be enough. I was feeling a bit miserable but determined to see it through. We started off as usual but then I noticed something different, when we got to the hill about a third of the way along the first lap, I wasn’t alone. Normally I have dropped behind the main pack at this point. Apart from walking up the steep, 25m hill, I managed to jog consistently around the first 2laps.
Third lap was ok but had a little walk in the last third just before the final push. Then I realised that I didn’t have enough in me for a final push and decided to just keep jogging that last 200m into the finishing funnel. Next thing I heard people shouting and cheering for the person behind me, saying ‘come on you can catch her’. I didn’t even look back, ‘not if I can help it’ I thought and suddenly found the energy for a bit of a push (in the unlikely event of the person behind me reading this, sorry). When I crossed the finishing line I was seeing stars! I had to bend over to catch my breath.
so despite my lack of enthusiasm I had a good run. I thought that I might have beaten my PB , but I have just checked the results, and can you believe it, 1 second slower than my PB of 36:19! Maybe next time!