My local 10k is tomorrow. You may have noticed that I've been faffing around for the last year or so, determined to run 10k but it has never happened.
A few days ago, an old work colleague (who I bumped into a few months back while she was enjoying a glass of wine at a local waterfront pub) tagged me on Facebook to say she was going to be running the local 10k tomorrow and thanking me for suggesting this. I'd told her I was going to do it but then hot weather, travel, covid etc happened. This meant that I took a very reasoned and rational decision that I wouldn't run the 10k tomorrow, that it could wait until 'I've done a bit more training'.
Well, this afternoon I had an overwhelming blast of positivity. I've been running for around 18 months now. The longest run I've done recently was 6 or 7 km but I still had energy at the end. I ran 8km earlier in the year when I was on the NRC HM plan, and only chickened out of the next week's run, which was 10k, because I decided I didn't want to do HM distance. Daft. So I've signed up for the run tomorrow. My plan is to do the first couple of km very slowly, not much more than walking pace, to warm up. Garmin PacePro suggests knocking 9 or 10 seconds off my pace with each km so I'm aiming for that. If this approach works I should complete the 10km in just under 1 1/2 hours.
If I don't finish at least I'll have tried, and I'll learn something. But what I am visualising is crossing the finish line a bit less than 90 minutes after I started.
I'll let you know how it goes. It's nearly 11pm and I should probably get a good nights sleep but I'm a bit excited