Look at my 60th birthday bling! I haven’t won a medal since I was 12 years old and came third in 110m hurdles at the inter-school championships. My official time yesterday was 57.38 at the Ely Runfest 10K. I’m blown away - it seems there is some running in me yet!
I was using this event to motivate me to increase my running distance from 5 km to 10 km. That worked - I made it to running my first 10 km in July. I can’t honestly say I found the 10 km distance more enjoyable than 5 km, but at least I could do it. I figured that all I had to do was keep training sensibly, stay injury-free and I should be fine for the 10K event in October. But then I was inspired by reading AlMorr’s post a month ago, about his Cumbernauld 10K run alongside a pacer. If AlMorr could smash 70 minutes, could I smash 60? I have been running sub-30 minute 5 km at Parkrun for a while now, so maybe I could? But keeping up the pace for twice as long seemed a very tall order.
Perhaps it was the beers and curry the night before which did me a power of good? No, that was a bad idea, verging on self-sabotage. More likely it was the added adrenalin due to running on an unknown route in an event away from home that kept my legs going. That, and the near-perfect weather, the lovely surroundings - starting and finishing at magnificent Ely cathedral - and the very friendly, well-organised event team. Did I celebrate afterwards? You bet! With a cup of tea and a large slab of lime zest and blueberry cake.