Today was the day for my first ever race. An event in my home town known as the Brackley 10K Chicken Run.
Having seen previous years results I knew that my likely finish time would put me towards the back of the field.
I bumped into an old work colleague before the start so we lined up together.
At the start everybody shot off, myself included, despite trying not to I got caught up in it all.
Before the 1km marker I had dropped to a more comfortable pace and dropped to the back of the pack.
Where I stayed for the next 8.5km! There were a group of 3 ladies 50m or so in front of me all the way. I think they were doing the old "let's stay in front of him then we won't be last", as whenever they stopped to walk, as I got closer they would look behind, see me, and speed up again.
That made me determined not to be last.
With about 500 metres to go I passed one of them. Then I caught the other 2 just as we reached the final turn to the finish.
I kicked in the old parkrun sprint finish and, with the commentator saying something about chivalry being dead, flew past them and finished in a time of 1:16:49.
Coincidentally the same time as I ran for my first ever 10K a couple of weeks ago!
At the end I received a T-shirt, only size medium was left - it'll never fit me! And was greeted by the sight of my 2 boys running across the park to me.