I may have overdone it just a teensie weensie bit last wednesday - and for some reason developed really bad stomach cramps on Friday which I've never had before and thought I might be pregnant but I'm a man so that's quite unlikely and so I did not run again until today - 3 day break - but hey!!! Today I set out and even in spite of my setback I felt like a runner - I had no doubt that I would run for 30 mins and I did at a nice even pace that took me 4.66KM. My only small problem was the 850 other runners.
Now one of the beauties I've discovered about running outdoors is that I'm discovering parts of and things about my town that I had not seen or been aware of before. I was not aware for example when I set out this morning that there was something called the Seaside 10K that would be coming to my town amd running around my lake this morning. As I set off I became aware quite quickly - there were for example signs that read things like '1 mile' or '4 miles' and there were Marshalls without shiny badges and horses (Atomic overtook a horse - I need to do this - it is a new ambition) BUT No Runners - Aha I thought they haven't started yet - so no problem. After about 5 minutes a man, liveried in officialdom but with a kindly smile rode past on a bike: "There's a race coming through", he said. "No Problem", I puffed in reply... But "Arrogant S.O.B. ", I thought - 'he's assuming they are going to overtake me - Humph!!!'
...And they did - at supersonic speeds - whoosh - long striding professional runner looking types. I swiftly swapped to the beach side of the road out of their way and for a few minutes watched lithe runners with a wonderful variety of running styles and shoes whizz past before thankfully our paths diverged - I had had a bit of an ego bashing seeing these guys speeding by.
I completed my run - did my little work out in the outdoor gym by the sea (when you can see it) and was running home when I espied in a large field the finish line for the 10 K - so I detoured and went to catch the last of the stragglers coming in. Ah so not everyone runs as fast as the front guys - there is room for those of us who are not so fast and the cheers for those last across the line seemed loud enough - in fact one of these was blind - I felt humbled. The challenge for runners is not to win but simply to be the best we can be - do that and we are all winners.