Me and my running buddy ran 5k yesterday - it's official. We don't often get to run together - the buddying being encouraging each other on the phone type ( i know it's cold but i'm going running so you should too etc ..). And here we were about to run with a bunch of strangers.
I was nervous until we got there and saw everyone - some clearly very fit young runners belonging to clubs, some wiry older gents who looked like they'd been made to run, and then lots of normal slightly ample round the corners types.
It was hard not to set off faster than normal - but we'd agreed to use the running bit of Stamina podcast and that kept us steady. But what I hadn't expected was running off paths - and my what a mudbath it was, slip sliding around. I felt like I was skating not jogging. It really slowed us down as I am a bit terrified of falling over having hurt myself a few years ago ( a glamorous trip on a broken pavement ).
But when we could see the finish line it felt like magic - we were nowhere near the proper runners who'd streaked past, but not the last by any means as some people walked sections. Who cares!
It has made me realise we've probably been plodding along quite slowly so as the days get longer I'm going to try a bit harder on those runs - and then see if we can do a park run in 3 or 4 weeks time.