My
last post was about how I was gonna start up the blog and post
regularly but I haven't. I've been really busy over the last few
weeks and it's been a bit of a difficult time as I've come to the end
of my life at uni. I'd say sorry but fortunately no one reads these
posts anyway! Luckily I have managed to fit in a couple of races so
here's how they've gone...
The
Good
I
was training for the Chester Half marathon at the time of my last
post and this was my first race. I'd not done a half marathon before
and I wasn't sure how it'd go and I was a bit apprehensive before the
race. Whilst I'd enjoyed the marathon in some ways, in others it was
complete torture and at the time hurt me physically and mentally. It
was worth it to know that I'd done a marathon and could push my body
that far. In my head the half marathon was just that, only half a
marathon, so how could I justify the pain if it meant nothing?
Turns
out I was being stupid as usual and it all went fine. One thing I
didn't have a clue about was my time. Seeing as I knew I could
complete the distance I wanted to do it in what seemed a good time
for me (I'm weird and have to push myself in strange ways). To help
with fundraising (for Alzheimers Society- thank you everyone that
sponsored me!) I made a guess the time competition. This got me
guessing my own time and I decided I'd be happy with anything under
1:50.
I
could bore you with details of the run but to be honest I can't
remember that many. I know I started slowly, zig-zagging round the
course to get round slower runners in front of me. Despite the race
organisers best efforts (it was very well organised), people clearly
ignored the sections for estimated finishing times at the start and
decided to cram in as near to the elite runners as possible. This
meant it took me a while to get going but when I realised I was
overtaking people I was buzzing and felt really up for it. I saw
quite a few people I knew in the run and overtaking them definitely
motivated me (I also bizarrely recognised a paralympic cyclist taking
photos at the side of the road, so somewhere out there Rik Whaddon
has a picture of me running!). From then on the race was a blur till
I crossed the line. My final time was 1:41:47. I was over the moon
with the time and it was a good way to cap off a nice weekend seeing
family that came to visit Chester.
The
Bad
After
the high of the Chester half marathon I decided to enter the Port
Sunlight 10k. I'd surprised myself with how fit I was so I decided to
have a crack at one of my goals for the season, a sub 40min 10k. This
felt like it should have been within my limits and an easier target
than running another 1:41 half marathon. Turns out I was wrong yet
again. I felt crap and had a bit of stomach pain that got worse as I
went on. I was just ahead of target at 1km and bang on target at 2km,
the rest went dreadfully. I slowed down, it wasn't enjoyable and in
the end I did 45:05, slower than the 10ks I've done in training.
Although I've said all that, the race was actually a beautiful race
round the nicest village I've ever been to and I'd definitely
recommend it to anyone thinking about trying it.
The
Ugly
As always, I look shattered and as beautiful as ever in race photos. Have a look...
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| I might look sad but I'm just nakerd |
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| Whereas this is the happiest I looked all day |
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