What ho ho ho,
Well now, the run was terrific good fun. The weather was fabulous and 9000 people filled the park.
I made a bit of an error at the start and went too close to the back of the pack (thinking I'd best let the seasoned runners go first) Er, no, it took almost 1 and 3/4 Kilometres before I managed to break out of the crowd. I didn't realise so many folk walked it. I was jogging on the spot in several places waiting for a gap to scamper through, I even had to jump onto the grass now and then. But not to worry. I'll know for next time.
I had my usual laboured run until I hit 4K and then everything slipped into place and I started to gain a spot of ground then, The sun was high at the back of the gallops and by the time we'd hit the Furry Glen-which is a long incline, not especially steep, just long and tiring on tired legs- folk were falling back and I was able to creepy crawl my way ahead.
I bopped home at the 70 min mark, not exactly speedy, but feeling good, and considering my slow start I'm quite pleased.
I got my first ever medal for running, which came on a charming green ribbon, sunburn, and a whole new found love of something I really didn't like at all a year ago. When I passed the 8k mark, I was grinning like a loon. I actually sped up in the last K ( after waving a the brass band).
There is something deeply satisfying about making a demand of your body and it responding to the challange. I can't explain it any better than that. You don't think about it in the gym, and you don't really think about it when you're training, but then when the day comes and you're in your race-or whatever, it could be a fight or a football match, anything really- and you have nothing to fall back on except the work you put in. And that is enough. It's a terrific feeling, a truly sublime moment when you know you'll do your best and you haven't short changed yourself. You can come away smiling and eager for the next challange. You get a little rush. A completely non alcohol/drug related rush.
It's velly cool indeed.
I feel like a convert, a zealot. I might just start dressing up in shorts and a singlet and calling to folk's homes. 'Hello, My name is Fatmammycat' (points at name tag and bib number)' and I'm here to spread the word. Do you feel you're missing something in your life? Suffering from a spiritual thirst that no beer can quench? Have you considered running?'
Anyhoo, thanks for all the good wishes. I appreciate them all.
Yours, wearing her medal over her jammies,