Last weekend I was in London with my choir for the weekend, we were singing Saturday evening at the London Welsh club.
When I was planning my weekend I decided to do Highbury Fields parkrun on the Sat. This kept me on the straight and narrow Fri eve (despite joining a group of friends at a BYOB Jamaican/Latin American restaurant to celebrate a 40th birthday!)
I got up nice and early on the Saturday but had several visits to the loo (presumably my Welsh stomach complaining about the exotic food of the night before?). I went to get the bus but had to detour via the loos in Euston and then again back to Boots to buy Imodium so missed two buses.
Ended up getting a taxi on which I spent most of the cash I had on me! Taxi driver went flying past Highbury Fields till I realised and stopped him!
Made it to the start with 20 secs to spare so no time for a precautionary trip to the loo.
Off we went. Its a lovely venue. Five and a bit laps of one corner of Highbury Fields. A steady climb up to start, then a nice slope down and then a flat section. I was doing great but on the 4th lap I realised I just had to go to the loo again! I lost about 2 mins there
Off I plodded for the last lap, this time last behind a young lady. I almost caught her up just before the line. My Garmin said 33 mins 24 so adding 2 mins for the loo I thought I would get a PB.
I then jogged back to Tavistock Square - mostly downhill - because I didnt have enough money for a tube lol. It was a lovely run actually.
I was a bit disgruntled when I got my official time at 37 mins something! Mainly because the lady before me got 34 something and if I had had a more competitive streak I could have overtaken her before the finish GRRR! (Calm down Andrea!)
Anyway, it made me more determined to have another go this weekend so me and my infamous multi marathon running big sis trotted the 35 mile up to Cardiff parkrun in the rain.
I was going well, keeping an eye on my pace on my Garmin and pushing as fast as my short fat hairy little legs would go. Then I realised part way round I hadn't turned on the flipping timer, what a plonker, but I knew I was doing a good pace at least. For the last 2 k I was behind a really fit looking rangy tall guy and decided I would keep up with him no matter what. I assumed he was within reach of little old slowcoach me cos he was injured or something.
My big sis came back to find me after she had finished (24 mins) to run the last section with me. Then I heard loads of people shouting my name! 4 blokes from my running group were also there and had hung around in the rain to cheer me in! Bless!
My very own unexpected rent a crowd! this galvanised me into really pushing myself (nearly threw up which my mad sis reckons is proof you have put a bit of effort in!) and I got to the line with the aforementioned tall athletic hombre.
I was chuffed, especially when I saw my official time of 33 mins dead!
I am still chuffed. But when I looked at the results I noticed the "fit hombre" that I was working so hard to keep up with is in the 75 to 79 age group!
Wonder if I'll still be doing parkrun in 24 years time!