Thanks for all the encouragement everyone gave me when my friend coerced me into signing up for The Race for Life 10k in my local park. I was absolutely dreading as I'm usually a solitary runner, and being in crowds exacerbates my vertigo making me extremely dizzy. My hearing impairment doesn't help either. But as I'm still fighting off breast cancer and have possible tumour on my ovary it seemed like the right thing to do.
But I turned up early and was introduced to Lester, one of the volunteers who would be with me during the intro to explain what was being said. He also made sure I was slotted in at the front of the starting funnel so that I wouldn't get jostled around. He was so lovely, listening to me telling him all about my problems and he explained that the marshals would be on had if I fell.
The noise from the PA was excruciating as I have hyperacusis (a painful oversensitivity to noise along with my deafness) and that set my tinnitus roaring, but I resisted the urge to go home and just hung onto to the railings until we were ready to start.
It was great being at the front as there was no jostling and I was careful not to go too fast.
Mr R was great, he came along on his bike and was able to cheer me on and various points and supply me with my water bottle.
I ran fairly steadily, although having used mapmyrun for a bike ride yesterday I was really confused as the feedback was less often and in km per hour rather than minutes per km, but I kept going, with my rock running track playing in my ear. At 8km I was flagging, and it was made more difficult by the 5k walkers who I needed to pass (it was s two lap course), and I ended up in the scrub at the side of the path, having a real wobble. But the Proclaimers came on my play list and in my head I was singing along,
"And I could run 500 metres,
and I will run 500 more,
Just to be the gal who runs 10 thousand k
Without falling on the floor.
Da da da da...."
And then I was at the 9k marker, the end in sight and the path was clear ahead. I even had a little left for a sprint finish for the last 100 metres, finishing at 54.20 before wobbling over to Mr R and falling on the floor.
So proud, I feel like I did when I first graduated from Couch to 5k, with a massive grin over my face.
Good old Mr R has just given me a celebratory glass of Prosecco.