Was very apprehensive about this. Last week's catastrophe knocked me for six rather and I have not run since. Turned up and toed the line anyway as I had committed to it.
Was ideal running conditions. Cool, but sunny etc.
this was my first road race and it was quite a different thing to cross country. I started feeling quite sad but the endless relentless support form the public forced a smile form me after a while.
As per usual I found the first section hard going but by halfway was running strongly and negative split the course by a bit, which was good, given the second half had 177m of vert gain.
Chip time finished me at 2.15.04. Mlle Garmin gave me 2.14.53 but I'm not quibbling. I probably could have finished quicker - when I realised I might miss 2.15 at the 12mile mark I put the hammers down and dd 5.30k pace for the last bit, which suggests I probably still had a fair bit left in the tank. If I hadn't screwed my training for the last four weeks with a knee injury I might have had a sniff at 2.00.
But... tbh... I don't care. I really don't. I was happy to finish. I really was not thinking about times (except at the very end when I felt like going for it for fun). For the most part i was reflecting on how far I had come since February when I was lying in an MRI machine, breathless from climbing the stairs.
Thank you C25k and thank you all of you on here for being such a strong mutual support network.