Way back in January 2016 my running journey began.
In fact I even wrote about my 5K challenge which started off this blog which I managed to achieve within six months by using the popular Couch to 5K app. I did my very first Park Run and took part in Race4Life.
Fast forward three years and my running journey had mostly consisted of a variety of Park Runs in at least four locations (shortly coming up to my 50th), a few early morning jogs around where I live and some miles covered on a treadmill.
So I was definitely well within my comfort zone most of the time but I was veering towards thinking that maybe, just maybe I was capable of upping those kilometres and attempting a 10K. I would have quite happily kept on wondering if my sister hasn’t intervened and very kindly signed us up to the Run Bedford 10K as a very special 40th birthday present for me. ( I really need to outdo her when her big birthday comes around!)
It was OK though as we had six months to train. We thought we’d bossed it when we ran 10K one Saturday afternoon but as we had an hour break at a cafe halfway through, some people argue that it was in fact two 5K runs. I disagree but that’s another story.
Unfortunately six months came around in no time and there I was bright and early on that Sunday morning in a new pink t-shirt accompanied by my sister and my other half who had also decided to sign up.
Within two minutes the two of them were ahead of me, but that was OK – who am I to hold them back. I tried to maintain a steady slower pace, after all I had to run twice as far as I was used to.
My game plan was to get to the 5K mark and then assess how I was feeling, whether I needed to have a quick pit stop or walk for a bit. Once I reached this point, something kicked in and I wanted to keep going. I’d just seen my parents cheering me on so I’m not sure if I just needed to see a friendly encouraging face at that point.
So on I went. It just so happened that the next bit was slightly uphill causing me to struggle slightly and wondering if I did have it in me after all. But I persevered and as the girl who was with me for part of the way said, we only have half a Park Run to go.
It was a bit strange running down the High Street and having people coming out of shops and cheering you on, but great to have that support in my final couple of kilometres. The last part running back down the Embankment felt like it took forever, but finally I reached the end with a smile on my face! (Well I had no choice, there was a photographer on the finish line and I knew those pictures would end up online!)
So 10K done and dusted just like that and in a respectable 1 hour and 17 minutes. It wasn’t easy but also wasn’t as hard as I thought as I have realised it is just a case of mind over matter.
I’m actually starting to look at other 10K races but I can sign up to.