So, How Did My 10K Run Go?
Well I did my 10k on Sunday, it went great! I knocked 4 seconds off my old PB so I’m really happy with that, I no longer have that thought of not being as, “fit” as I used to be.
The official race times had me coming in a minute quicker than what I noted on my stopwatch but I know there was no way I started my stopwatch that late. Out of all the 187 runners I came 55th! I was nearly 54th but I couldn’t catch the guy in front of me at the finish line in time, I beat my old time and did the distance, that’s what matters :).
For those of you asking, yes all two of you, here’s my time on my watch:
On to the race though…
It started off well enough, some guys shot off through victoria park and were nowhere to be seen afterwards (the guy that finished first did it in 33 mins!). I tried to keep it fast but steady and focused on running freely.
For the first half of the race I did ok, the weather wasn’t too bad and my hayfever hadn’t really started to get to me yet, my breathing was controlled and I was keeping pace with 3 guys next to me. So here we are, just past the 5k mark, past the point of no return so what does that mean? We up the pace!
The pack of four split up into duo’s and me and a man probably 20 years my senior ran together for the next 2k. He then pulled ahead of me until about 1.5k later where I managed to catch up to him, he looked at me and said, “now it’s your turn to help me!” we both laughed.
This was it, we were coming up to crunch time now, the 9k marker was in my sights, I knew I only had a few minutes to run it to come within touching distance of my PB. So I just went all out, trying to remember the track from memory so I could anticipate all the turns and straights. Most of the volunteers and family / friends of others had left their posts and made their way home now, guessing a lot of them were there for the 5k that kicked off before the 10k! I just kept on sprinting and making sure I was breathing properly…I say properly but towards the end I just had my mouth wide open trying my best to take in air! haha.
Before I knew it I could see the finish line, I kept on saying to myself, “don’t worry about the pain now, that’s all for tomorrow” and just trying to beat that pesky PB I set last year! Each step knocked air out of me but I didn’t care and I sprinted past that finish line with a smile on my face knowing I did myself some good.
My official time has me at 46:44 (it’s the 44 secs that’s important there) so I gathered that their times must’ve been a minute faster than ours, I can believe I lost 2 seconds starting and stopping my watch, but not a whole minute! So that’s it, another race and another PB, oh and lots of sweat!
Until next time fitblr’s :)