# Great Yorkshire Run in Sheffield
# Blue skies & sunshine
# 6000 other runners
# mostly flat but a killer hill in the last 500m
# hoped-for time = under an hour
# actual time = 59m 20s
I've had a great day. This was my first [ever] participation in any sort of sporting event. Hey, I'm only 63 so there's plenty of time. I'm normally a quiet, solitary sort of chap and NEVER run with other people, but there were 6000 other people, all running their merry little socks off. And I was there, with them, doing the same. What a great time we had. There were bands, there were kids doing high-fives, there were little old ladies in camping chairs by the roadside giving everyone a cheer. There was my mate Fiona who has done every one of the six previous GYRs and whose encouragement got me there. There was Mrs OldNed & Bunty OldNed to cheer me on. All I had to do was run.
So I did. Was I well-prepared? Well, sort of. My big pushes had been in June and August (ah, those heady days of 100K a month) but September barely qualified as ticking-over. I'd run a bit on hols and a bit back at home but it was way down on normal. I'd done 10K last weekend and that was OK so I knew I could do the distance but I'd had a poor 7K on Tuesday which caused a bit of hmm, not sure about this. But then a cheeky 7.5K on Friday put me back on track and I had one of my best ever runs this morning. Never felt any urge to stop, never felt any other 'urges' (you know of what I speak), nice steady pace, even up the killer hill, and it turned out right on the button at 59.20. I am very very pleased; listen up Laura - NOW I'm a runner!!! But couldn't have done it without C25K and all you lovely people. Keep on running.