And she's back.... after a sound night's sleep. First and foremost, congrats to poppypug, Madge50, jamsammich, Curlygurly2, Hidden and all the other nutters who got out there and ran their little socks off yesterday.
Kiddo & I did the Montpellier 10k yesterday. The route was probably the most uninspiring one I have done yet - two loops of a long piece of main road in a nondescript modern area of town.
When we arrived, parking spaces were as far and few between as the neurones in Farage's brain, and we spent ten minutes driving around in circles before we could dump the car. By the time we got to Darth Vador's Place (my name for the ominous black building housing Montpellier town hall), Mrs B (aka my bladder) was screaming to be relieved, and Gary the Gremlin was in full whinge. We joined a massive queue for a minute line-up of tardis toilets, watched people dancing the rumba as they tried to warm up in the queue, and made it out in time for the start of the race.
Kiddo was way up front in the 45 minute pen, whilst his decrepit genitor waited in the last pen (60 minutes and more). Each pen had a guy with a balloon on a stick in his backpack who set the different paces, and this was one of the best things I've seen yet on a 10k. Our guy in the "I hour and more" pen was a tall redhead with an orange balloon, and I followed that "60 minute" balloon stoically all around the course in a bid to shave some time off my PB.
I am proud to say that I not only managed to do a sub 30 minute 5k for the first time in light years (29.44), but also knocked nearly one and a half minutes off my 10 K PB from January last year with 1. 00. 52. Yoo hooooo woot woot, I was jumping up and down and whooping on my own in the arrivals pen in true Mfam style as Calculus looked on and shook his head.
The story for Kiddo was different to what he had hoped - he got a stitch after 2k and it bugged the poor kid all the way round. He came in at 54 mins, and the poor lad was crushed. Luckily his girlfriend was at the finishing line to tell him how wonderful he is (because he IS), so he managed to recuperate some self -esteem.
One thing I discovered this time is that the FFA (French Athletics Federation) actually ban headphones from their runs! I was gobsmacked when I found out (I had my earphones in when it was announced so i didn't hear the announcement, typical me). Apparently it's for security reasons, but also because it is seen as a form of "doping" (I kid ye not, this is serious stuff) that can improve performance by up to 7%. Beam me up, Scotty.
Here's a pic of one of my favourite views at a race: what our shoelaces see before we set off. And yes, I did get weird looks when I took the photo. But as the resident weirdo, I don't care.