A beautiful Autumn morning, here in North Yorkshire; albeit unseasonably mild. I came on here earlier to say I would do 10k and so I was committed.
The first two kms were ok, except for a patch along a badly maintained footpath. There were monsters and horror in my ears as a speedy man and his dog, raced by me and mine. By the mid section I was on the stretch where I usually do my 5k runs and I felt comfortable and lost in my story for a while. By 7k, the thought came to me that I might just carry on to 11. I abandoned this as the mapmyrun announced 9k and my nemesis (the hill!) came into sight.
Laura (bless her) shouted over the narrator, that I could do this and I would be making real gains to my fitness levels if I was challenged....onwards and upwards. A man on a bike overtook me and then I overtook him as he got off to push.
Nearly died during the last 500m but didn't want to admit defeat. 10k done and after a little sit down on the stile, a cool down walk home for breakfast.
I am so slow and I fell over on the badly maintained footpath on the cool down walk. Now the sole of my foot is hurting (never had that before- I hope I haven't injured myself ). Quite pleased with myself however
In a Bridget Jones moment I decided to check my stats and can report:
Calories burned running 10k = 691
Calories consumed with (small) sausage sandwich = 342. Ho hum