Posted: 22/10/2016 at 13:45
Right, designated today to be my first race with a number for ... 15months!
Pencilled in Burnham Beeches 10k, a race I came 2nd in, back in 2008 when doing this in mid 39s. Clearly got faster and fitter over the years, but to balance that, the whole saga with the health.
The logic, was that I've done a fair chunk of parkruns, this is a fairly lowkey event, and gives me the chance to bank a higher distance race.
Woke up, didn't fancy it. Hadn't pre-signed up, so came very close to just sacking it off. Started thinking maybe an undulating 2 lapper on MT for a fairly high price wasn't better than just doing a run around town.
Forced myself to the car, even driving I was half thinking about binning it off, but said get there, and there is also an option of 5k if needs be.
Quick drive there, about 2/3 of the drive to work, felt alright, so had a little 2mile pootle around, and sampled the early bit of the course. Got a right sweat on for not exactly furious pace, and considered it for a long time, do I wanna do 10k today.
Fabian 31min 10k man flew by, and my mind was made up . Feel a bit knackered, struggle round 2 laps a million miles behind Fabe, or stick to the distance I've been doing a lot recently, but a much harder version.
Had already paid my colossal £18 (£18!!) for the entry to the 10k, but because i'd confused them about the need to change race, and number (!) and that "just telling" the marshall at the end of lap 1 I was doing the 5k despite having a 10k number wasn't on, I thought i'd donate them the £2 difference
So we're doing the 5k then, just 1 lap, and that felt so much of a release on the fragile mentality these days, that it was going to be an enjoyable one.
Monstered off on a long grassy circle on ridiculously uneven patchy stuff, chuckling as the boy Fabian almost took a wrong turn, over a ridiculous little dip that I can imagine anyone further than about 5 back wouldn't have seen, and then we were into the woods.
A ridiculously dangerous steep down drop woke us up, followed by a climb, and then it was some real classic MT stuff, dodgy little roots, subtle ups and downs, little turns.
Fabe was gone, and I was neck n neck with a guy who hadn't bottled the 10k, and then a crowd scene behind that I realised probably wouldn't be an issue to me doing the 5k.
Checking the watch every so often the pace looked real snail material, so I just stopped bothering looking at pace early doors. Did still log the splits though, although looking at them now they look woefully out of sync.
Seemed a fairly long gradual down midway, that could only smack of a massive up to follow, but barring a comedy slip and "frig's sake" eased away from the guy in 2nd in the 10k, and just had to see the last km, now on grass and flattish road out.
Got a shout from a marshall that I was going the wrong way, but quickly saw him off with "5k mate", as he probably thought what's this guy doing the 5k for, and erm, shuffled over the finish line sheepishly accepting the people's applause, including some little kid who probably had never seen a race finish before and mistook me for a proper runner.
Had one of the loveliest sit downs ever (literal, not metaphorical for a poopee), told as many marshalls as I could the whole back story, and how 5k seemed enough today, while they dished a prize out!
A prize! Lovely stuff. (although I was hoping for a nice medal like in 08, maybe that was just 10k, or they've long stopped those)
£20 Apex voucher job, just about covers today's expense.
(Looked back at the 2008 voucher, and that was £20 for 2nd in the 10k, so a less stressworthy way of getting t