The first thing you need to know is that I keep all my imporrtant running paperwork ( training plans, running bibs etc ina yellow box file marked 'Running' (I am so well organised... ) The second thing you need to know is that like all well organised people I arranged all my running gear last night in a neat pile on the chair in my bedroom. There was my Garmin, carefully set to a 7min per K pace, my Gymboss, set to 2:30 run 30 sec walk intervals. My asthma inhalor, my ready made up bottle of electrolyte, my running socks, trusty Sauconys, jelly babies car keys and finally the running top, with my bib number filled in and safety pinned on in perfect symmetry. With such immaculate preparation what could possibly go wrong?
The race went well. It was pretty hot but I gave it my all, determined to achieve a PB this time - how cool would that be now I was in the 70 plus age group?
And though I was just about on my last legs as I crossed the finish line, my Garmin said I had done it. 25 whole seconds under my previous PB of 1.11:21. My visiting Kiwi grandson Charlie gave me a high five. Oh Joy!
But not for long...
Three hours later when the results came up on the website I keyed in my name . Result? No results found. I keyed in my number. A strange woman's name came up. I sent off an irate email to the organisers, demanding an explanation.
And then, suddenly, a horrible suspicion dawned on me. I hurtled into my study, dragged out the yellow running file and rifled through it. Oh, God. My unsullied York 10K bib stared up at me. It turned out I had run the entire race wearing the unused bib from the Leeds half marathon which I'd failed to show up for back in June. So my
magnificent effort went unrecorded and unlauded. Turns out that reaching 70 has drawbacks as well as opportunities. I am no longer the sharpest knife in the box. I feel I may need a carer to support me in the Berlin marathon. Any volunteers?