Due to that awful Covid pandemic π· I had kind of lost my mojo for running as there was nothing to train for. My running went from 4 days per week to one or two days per week. My fitness dropped and I gained weight, a Covid stone plus another for good measure.
I was finding it hard to get back into running, so at Christmas time I set myself a goal to run a 10K race and pick an event for the end of April. In February I joined my local running club and bit by bit and week by week I was getting fitter. I was also joining some of the group from the running club on Sunday mornings to do a longer run.
So yesterday was the day for my run. I met up with two of my running friends and we traveled together to the race venue. We got there early and had time for a coffee before the race. This turned out to be a mistake. We went back to the car to put on our race numbers and prepare. We then went up to the start line and there was a great atmosphere. 15 mins before the start I went to the toilet and was set. But just as the race started I had an urge to visit the toilet again and I knew it was the coffee.
The first 5K went really well and I was running well despite the hills. But at 6K just as I was approaching the water station I had to stop to make a quick toilet break. Unfortunately I found it hard to properly get going again and my rhythm was broken. The next 3K was hard going and I slowed down quite a bit. I was fighting with myself for a walking break but kept going. With 1K left to go I picked up my pace again and finished stronger. I was delighted to cross the finish line and just then the heavens opened up and rain saturated everyone. I was initially disappointed but I am pretty happy now. My finish time was 1:01:16. Would have been nice to have finished it in under an hour. But if someone told me at Christmas that I would run that time Iβd have been delighted. New bling.