My friend and I arrived at the starting line yesterday on what can only be described as a rather hot morning. So we sat around in nervous anticipation and watched all the other competitors come in and register.
Well, I sat in nervous anticipation. For you see, like I mentioned last week, my training for this run had gone by the wayside. But never mind, the spirit of the day, the energy from everybody else, would drag me along, wouldn’t it?
Yes, it did. Frankly, having lots of people alongside me kept me going. I kept saying to myself, if they can do it, I can do it. Just ignore your dry mouth, my aching left foot which left me suspecting I need a new pair of sneakers, and the fact I chose such wrong songs to listen to along the journey. Yes, I had the usual techno-beats and a lot of pop, but (and here’s a tip) don’t put sad tracks on your playlist, otherwise you’ll want nothing more than to drop by the side of the track and weep.
That’s if you can see through the sweat that’s dripping into your eyes. Which I couldn’t on occasion.
My time? The official numbers hadn’t been put up as of the time I’m writing this, but on my friend’s watch I think I did the 10kms in 1hr 12min.
And I’m happy with that.
The best bit of all?
The kids holding up signs to cheer me on. And everyone else on too, because after I passed they changed the chant to “Go Mums! Go!”
They were so cute other people stopped to take pictures of the signs.
Now, I must move along now. I am stiff and sore and might go take a bath in epsom salts…
Oh, you want a photo of me? Really?
Okay, fine. Here it is:
Believe me, I took advantage of every drinks station.
