I had a mini epiphany at my RfL 10K on Saturday.
Before the start of the race, we were asked to join one of three groups: Walkers, joggers or runners. There was some debate among our group as to whether we were joggers or runners. After much deliberation, and with reluctance on my part, we decided to join the runners group.
It was so the right choice. I more than held my own with the other runners and, carried along with the surge of the other ladies, I finished with a very respectable time of 57mins.
Whoop whoop, after nine months of being utterly convinced that I was pretending to be a runner, I finally realised that NO, I truly am a real runner.
On the back of this realisation, I went out tonight and smashed my recent 5K time, completing the distance in 29 mins 30 secs. Funny how much of a psychological element there is to this game