The big day arrived. Made the conscious decision to hydrate more last night, with the result that my bladder got me up at 0430... 7am, bright and early, sun shining, not too warm, here we go. Round the measured course I walked a few days ago. Hardly anyone about other than me, a couple of cyclists and several hundred waterfowl...
Took a little bit of getting into my stride today, or at least it felt like it , found myself distracted by silly little things like a shoelace which wasn't properly tucked in, stumbled a bit on some uneven ground, and it wasn't till Jo Whiley told me I'd been going for 10 minutes that I really felt that I was settling in. Toxic 10 indeed.
Half way-doing ok-but the two bridges now to come, short but steep climbs and not that far apart... 20 minutes, thanks Jo, keep going, finally getting into my stride. Breathe...
25 minutes and 4k come up pretty much together. A plan starts to hatch in my mind, I managed 4.65 on Friday... can I? Should I? Is therr anything left in the tank? Now's the time to find out! Sorry Jo, for the first time I'm going to disobey you and keep going till Ms Strava tells me I've done 5k... go on, you can do it, the speccy fat lad has come good at the age of 55! Aaaaaaand... relax. 32.26 for 5k, don't think that was too shabby for a first attempt, especially for someone who had barely exercised for 40 years. Back home for a shower, breakfast and another litre of water...!
I'VE ONLY BEEN AND GONE AND DONE IT!