Well I wasn't even sure I was going to do parkrun this morning after a heavy legs session with my PT yesterday and then a late night involving beer and pizza.
But by 7.30am, my heart felt its siren call and I knew I'd be lining up with them at 9am!
No expectations today... hadn't really set myself up for success so wasn't expecting anything other than to just get round.
And, sadly, I'm going to have to adjust my expectations for the year... I'd hoped to get under 30 minutes around Christmas but that's now not going to happen.
Because...
I've only gone and done it already, haven't I ??!?
I started off running with my parkrun buddy (pictured)... she's been consistently ahead of me but has not been well recently. So we ran the first 300 metres or so together but then I felt a surge of energy in my legs and off I went. Strange feeling, but I just kept overtaking people! At the 1k mark, my watch told me I'd run my fastest ever 1k (at 5.50), so I dialled it back a little, but not much.
So I just kept waiting for the inevitable moment when I ran out of steam, but it didn't really arrive. And when, by 4k, I realised I was on to break through the 30 minute barrier, the adrenaline really started to flow. I'm not sure I'd count the end as a sprint, but it was certainly a push.
And so I came in at 29.47 unofficial.
For those just starting out, it's taken me 8 months of intensive exercise, careful eating, weight loss, injury, massage and physio to get me here. But as a 20-year confirmed couch potato, I never, ever, thought I'd be writing posts like this.
Happy running folks... at whatever speed and distance you're at.