I ran the 10K this morning, flat flat flat....which I don't really love, but it went unbelievably well.
They were a fit crowd, and as we're lining up for the start, I'm positioning myself at the back cause I'm hoping to get around in 1 hour, 30 min. That has to be back of the pack time. Unfortunately, everyone around me looks distressingly fit. Distressingly fit.
I was worried they would drop me out the back within the first kilometer, and I'd continue from there alone.
Then I had a little sense and realised that lots of other folks think the same. Maybe not about me, but think the same.
So, off we went. And it was fine. I found someone to run behind, and we went and went, but I passed him, I couldn't go that slow. On one of the uphills, early on, before the second kilometer I came up on a girl, maybe 20, who was already walking. I jogged by her, called out that she could do it, let's go!
Then I worried that the poor thing might be pushed to hard at the start, but I had dropped her and I wasn't looking back. Eventually I found a woman to run with, just the right pace for me. I tailed happily along behind her, till my watch buzzed to tell me my first split, which it does at 1 mile, or 1.6Km. Turns out I'd run a 10:10, a personal best by a LOT. That worried me, it is a typical problem, going out too fast and then blowing up at the end. So I tried to slow down. Next split, 10:05. Hmmmm. Well, as I felt great (relatively speaking) I figured I'd just keep going and pay the piper down the road. I didn't have a single split that wasn't a PB and just as we came into the finish, after a good K of uphill work (not very uphill, but nonetheless) I rounded the corner, decided I could put on a little more speed and looked at the clock. 1:04!!!!!!
Never in a million years would I have thought that I could run a 1:04!!! I was ECSTATIC!!!! And a long way from the back of the pack, indeed as I look around the net, that is a pretty respectable time for a casual runner. (Though I am s.l.o.w.)
The man also did really well, he was hoping for 55 min (which his wife was somewhat scornful of) and he finished in 49:19!
Go the MAN!
And, icing on the cake? My toenail didn't fall off!