Glasgow Great Scottish Run 10k 2016

Enough time has passed that my legs and other muscles have forgiven me for my 10k efforts. 

It was a blast. I donned my favorite pink trews, committed to a tshirt despite the fog and went at it. 

The atmosphere was amazing. They said 10,000 people overall were going to take part! 10,000! All the shorts, lycra, water, sweat and efforts of so many gave the day such a buzz. I rooted for those around me, I wasn’t feeling awkward but rather part of a greater tide. 

The route was good, all my old Glasgow stomping grounds and familiar roads seeing me through my home city. There was some exciting about going over the motorway, the Clyde and something magical about running along the river towards Glasgow Green. My home, my city, my life.

Now it’s finished it’s all been a bit surreal. I found typing this really hard just because I can’t belive its over. I talked about it, focused on it and dreamt about it so much that when it finished it was a bit… ‘now what?’

The week had been an odd one, full of events and chat but regardless the run kept getting me through. I had the rub coming. The run was soon. Yeab, but the run? When it ended it was a bit like giving myself time to think and in truth I don’t really like it. I prefer having a challenge. 

My time wasn’t sterling. 

But hey, having something to work on is good, right?

Now? Who knows what I’ll aim for. I have some lofty ideas about half marathons but who knows. 

It’s important to take time to reflect, this seems like apt a one as any. 

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Race for Life Mud Run 2016!

Today was an amazing 5k! It was the Muddy Run, Race for Life for Cancer Research UK in Bellahouston Park, Glasgow. Luckily Scotland kept it’s weather warmish and sunny as the ‘Cult of Yarn’ yomped through the mud!

We committed! We jumped, crawled, climbed and got totally filthy. My mates were troopers and I was so happy to be a cultist! 

We did it! All for charity! Go team! I love you Zoe, Heather and Pip!  ðŸ’™ðŸ’šðŸ’›ðŸ’œ

Also, big thanks to my bestie Cia for tsking all the photos, without you we would have no record of our muddy faces.

I really enjoyed the fact 5k was not a mental challenge. It was a doable distance, something that I knew I could do. I understand that this race wasn’t running but even then it was a physical challenge. I felt it most on my arms, crawling under nets and the like took it’s toll on my untrained biceps. I really aught to work on them more.💪 

Much in the vein of my last post, we have another loss. RIP Black New Balance trainers from January. It was wonderful serving with you all those miles. I salute you. 

It’s all a bit real

My number arrived for the Great Scottish Run 10k. It’s all a bit real now.

I think I can. My little leaflet certainly believes in me. 

I’ve been put in white group, it’s probably my fault for clicking something wrong but I think I belong in a slower group. I’m not very speedy. 😦

Ahh! Where has time gone!?!?!?!?!?!

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Lanark Trail Festival 2016; My first 5k  

What a day!

My first 5k race, the first indication that my training has been working and I’m pretty chuffed. 

I went down to Lanark racecourse this morning and immediately I felt the buzz. Here were loads of other people ready to go, people who practiced and ran plenty. They came in all shapes and sizes, all ages and had convened at this cross country course on a blustery Scottish day to run. I was in. I was one of them. It was an exciting thought. 

Number on, ready for warm up. I will point out I should have won an award for best trousers, there was otherwise a disappointing sea of black.

Warm up jams on, an excellent mix of pop and dance doing South Lanarkshire proud. See how my natural disposition goes against the crowd!

Ok! All warm! Let’s do this! Off go the 10k runners and us 5k lot hang around. The wind was fierce and cold. The juniors all stand at the line raring to go and I wonder where I should stand, front? Middle? Back? 4,3,2,1 go!

1k

A flurry of running as the fast go ahead and I try and find my pace. With the speedy gone I resigned myself to being a back runner, defeatist from the start. 

2k 

I continue on, find my legs and my pace and realise theres a reason it’s odd. Im on grass! It felt strange, soft and bumpy. I had no time to focus on it. The track went into the woods and became a mix of mud, branches and mulch. I attacked uphill sections with strides and walked fast down muddy slopes. This was not good. I was going to have a terrible time. 

3k

Out the woods and onto flat concrete. We turn onto the loch and the path around it. This was much better. I enjoyed being able to watch the ducks and swans as they went by. The wind blew the bullrushes and the sun split through the grey cloud. This was good going. I could do it. To my surprise I was overtaking people who looked to be more naturally athletic, or at least skinny. I wasn’t speedy but I figured they had gone out too fast and burnt too soon. Poor sods.

Mum was a star, having come down to a bench to cheer me on as I went by. What a gem. 

4k

I can do this. Go, go, push,push. I was tired but determined. Turn up the hill and onto the straight. Some of the fastest had finished way ahead of me and were milling back to cars. It wasn’t an inspiring feeling. 

But then…

There it was, the row of flags we had started from! The end! The photographer and the water table. Push push, smile, fist pump and yeah!

5k done. 

I was elated. I had done it and I couldn’t stop smiling. The pa guy said:

The sun shines on the righteous and look at that! It’s out for all our winners.’

I collected my bag of goodies, t-shirt and medal feeling like a champion.

Result. The best feeling though?

At the start of the race I figured I’d try hit 45 mins considering cross country…

Under 40 just like in training. Such a good feeling. 

I rest my weary legs a tired and contented runner…. and yea I’m still wearing my medal. 

Little Victories.

This week has been all about my 5k on Sunday. I understand that 5k is not a ground-breaking distance and that ultimately I should be doing that anyway, that there isn’t some special diet or training I have to do to finish it…. but enough of that self-depreciating nonsense! Let’s celebrate!!

At the end of July I managed to beat 40 minutes. Since then the aim has been to keep beating times a little as I go. Today was a 14 seconds better runner. 

Life can be tough and it’s important to take time to appreciate the little victories as they come. In this case I can fist pump to staying under 40 mins and being able slowly chip away at time. Well that and fitting into a size smaller jeans 😉

This gives me hope for Sunday and I look forward to crossing my first finish line, getting that medal and taking that.celebration shot. 

Bring it on! 

Sooner than you think…

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It’s been a day since I wrote this, so its technically 8 and 64…

My races are sooner than I think. My first 5k is in less than 10 days and the Great Scottish Run 10k is… Well, not over 100 days anymore.

This is a mental game. All the doubts come out.
‘Can I do it?’
‘Will I walk?’
‘Will I be too slow?’
‘Should I go at all?’

The answers are ultimately unimportant. These haven’t been fleeting fancies. These are things I have been practicing for near daily since April. I go out and every time I tell myself you can physically do this, people do this all the time and you have no excuses.

I guess seeing it in numbers is scary.

Fear is good. Fear makes me run harder.