Seems like everyone is at it. I had registered, printed off my batches but still wasn't sure if I was ready to rock up to run with strangers on an unknown course at 9am on a Saturday morning. I didn't set my alarm but when my partner woke up early I took that as a sign that I should drag him out to watch me throw my body twice around the local nature reserve. I promised him an on-site coffee van and he agreed to accompany me.
My nerves were in overdrive and despite over 4 toilet trips before we even left home we arrived early. It was a slow 15 minutes before we were convinced this was the right location - lots of people in lycra, pink jackets, trainers galore.
One more toilet trip was required before the pre-run briefing and then we were off.
Hang on folks! I thought there would be some ordering of runners into expected finish times. Nope! I had no idea where to put myself in the crowd and as I'm still learning about my personal pace I made the schoolboy error of following other people's pace. We'll before the first lap was over I was feeling uncomfortable and having to fight the urge to quit. I struggled to slow down, dragged on by the sight of runners ahead of me. By 3.5k I was broken and not familiar with the course I lost my confidence and walked a few short stretches but I ran again for the final 1k - legs flying off in all directions. The volunteers generously clapped me over the line and waited very patiently whilst I fished around in my pockets for my barcode.
My official finish time was 34.11 but according to my ipod the distance was 5.4k - perhaps due to my legs not running in a straight line!
It wasn't as scary as I expected and now I have a time to beat. I'll be back 🏃