Hello lovely running fiends,
Firstly, thank you to all you lovely people for supporting me through a hairy final few weeks of my HM training. Secondly, I did it! And you know what? I loved every minute of it, more than I ever thought possible. I must have looked like a right loon as I was literally grinning the whole way. (I remembered reading an interview with the lovely Kipchoge, who said that smiling made running a race so much easier, so I thought I would give that a whirl β I am happy to report it works.)
Weirdly, I did not have many nerves this morning pre-race. I felt prepared, and excited. Only slight nerves came from wondering if my ITB syndrome would flare up and ruin my race. My eyes pinged open at 5am, and I sprang out of bed for coffee and time to chill/prepare. Arrived at the race start in plenty of time, pinned on me number, and milled around taking in the atmosphere, chatting to a few other runners. Such a beautiful day! Blue skies and sun...gorgeous. Felt a bit teary at the start line for no apparent reason β I was not sad. Just...teary! Then I got a grip. It was going to be a hot run and I needed to hold onto fluids, not let them leak out of my eyes! (Thank goodness for sunglasses.)
I started well at the back, whilst everyone else zipped off at an alarmingly fast pace. It was a little bit off-putting, as nobody likes to be one of the last, but I kept my nerve, and kept it at a good slow pace. I did eventually take over a few people, but not that many! It was a race full of club runners ... all after PBs it seemed! I felt absolutely amazing for the first 12k. Lots of energy (thanks to carb loading), happy, and no pain anywhere. The marshalls were fantastic; support minimal, as it was a small race, but there was some support and it was lovely. And my boyfriend waited at the 4k mark to cheer me on (as it was right by our flat!) That was lovely. He then caught the train to be waiting for me at the finish line. Off I trotted. So nice to run familiar streets, and pass through my two favourite parks that I train in.
Then! What I had been worrying about actually did happen. Knee pain at 12km. Not unbearable, but there all the same. A bit sharp and achy. Classic ITB friction. Pfffffft. I was so annoyed, as I did not need to stop for any other reason; I was feeling great. But, Sadie the Sensible kicked in, so from that point on I took lots of walk breaks. It did help, but the pain did kick back in whenever I ran. But still, I felt cheery, and pretty confident I could finish this way.
I stopped at 18k to walk for a bit with a lady who was looking very miserable. She was not injured or in any pain, but just kept saying over and over that her head was not in the right place and that she just couldn't run. I so felt for her. But, after our little chat she managed to start running again and overtook me! I must say, my head was very much in the right place. Just my knee wasn't having any of it!
I finished with a big smile on my face with a time of 2:36:01. (My boyfriend was there to see me finish, good lad!) I am so happy I managed to finish, as last week I was convinced I wouldn't make it. But please humour me hereβ¦I am a little disappointed though. I had to walk quite a lot of the 2nd half of the race β and cannot help but wonder what time i would have got if my ITB hadn't flared up. I feel a tiny bit cheated. I could have run the whole thing with no walking if it wasn't for that, I felt so good and so full of energy, even in the last 5k. (Please don't judge me and tell me I am being silly, this is a safe space and I had to say it!)
Next up: rehab this damn ITB, do some park runs, run with David_G, and improve my 5k time. Oh, and book my next HM! It was the most joyous experience ever!
Sadie-runs over and out! xxx