<span style="color: #000000; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; text-align: left;">OK, so today was the Rampton 10k and Nottinghamshire County Championships. I only entered in the hopes of winning a shiny medal. God knows why, I have millions of them and can't tell them apart any more. Yesterday's health MOT revealed I'm the heaviest I've been in recent memory (since losing the weight in the first place and going downwards), so that's really not good. On checking the County Champs list though I knew I was likely to medal, especially since the fast girl I'd spotted warming up was a late entry so not eligible, and the only (known) faster girl than me on the list didn't appear to have turned up. <br style="font-family: tahoma, verdana, arial; color: #000000; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; text-align: left;" /><br style="font-family: tahoma, verdana, arial; color: #000000; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #000000; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; text-align: left;">Sure enough we set off and within 20m I was in second place behind Nikita from Sutton. A hairpin turn round a cone in the first mile showed I already had a small gap over 3rd and 4th ladies. Good. Keep steady, don't get a stitch, don't lose more than one place - I'd spotted the trophies before the race and decided I just *had* to have one. <br style="font-family: tahoma, verdana, arial; color: #000000; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; text-align: left;" /><br style="font-family: tahoma, verdana, arial; color: #000000; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #000000; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; text-align: left;">Being a fairly small race we stretched out quite quickly and I was running alone for a long time. A fella came past me somewhere, but I passed him again on the hill. When I say hill, I only mean a fairly gentle incline, but it lasted without respite from 3k to 7.5k and most of that was into the wind as well. I was focusing on the Worksop fella further down the road and trying to reel him in. Eventually I got there and was able to tuck in behind a Retford chap to catch my breath. I'd intended to push on once I'd recovered from the effort of catching him, but actually he was pushing the pace well and providing a reasonable windbreak. So I stayed there as he pulled up to Green T-Shirt Boy and Nikita. At 7.5k we turned a corner out of the wind and crested the hill. Thank f***. The downhill was lovely and I found myself on Nikita's shoulder. She'd clearly been coasting it though, since as soon as she spotted me there she put her foot down. I soon realised that 6 min miling wasn't going to be a good idea at that stage in the race at my current level of fitness and put the brakes on a bit and let her get away. To be fair, she's worth far more than her time today, she's been ill for weeks. The last 'sting in the tail' hill left me feeling rather sick and dizzy so I risked a look over my shoulder. No women in sight. Again, thank f***. <br style="font-family: tahoma, verdana, arial; color: #000000; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; text-align: left;" /><br style="font-family: tahoma, verdana, arial; color: #000000; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #000000; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; text-align: left;">I crossed the line just one place behind Nikita, but probably 10 seconds or so later. Watch time 41.22. HM pace again. Not great but I supposed I managed it for longer than on Wednesday! So I got 2nd lady and County Gold. <br style="font-family: tahoma, verdana, arial; color: #000000; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; tex