Well apologies, I should have updated this ages ago. I ran the Taunton 10k on Sunday 30th September with my mate Mike and it was BRILLIANT!
I was worried I would stumble over the finishing line in last place, or worse still not actually finish at all, seeing as the longest I had run to date was 5 miles and before that only 3 miles, no more than three times!!! BUT, it was all quite respectable really, I ran it in a time of 1 hour 7 minutes, which is nearly 25 minutes faster than I expected to do it in so I was chuffed to bits.
However… I haven’t run since and I have the South Molton Struggle coming up at the end of this month and this one is 8 miles cross-country… What was I thinking? And I am doing it for charity… The Dogs Trust, in honour of my little running partner Ruby of course as they picked her up as a stray and saved her from being put to sleep for no reason other than being homeless… Still can’t believe how many healthy dogs are put to sleep each year
Anyway, back to the race… We turned up about 15 minutes before the start with very little idea of what to expect and found lots of serious runners and a few not so serious. It is a big race with space for 650 participants and it was pretty much full on the day. We started out at the back so as not to get in the way of the people who seemed to know what they were doing and because we were so far back it took a good minute or so to even cross the start line (So you can take that off my recorded time thank you
). Mike ran with me for all of 10 seconds and then disappeared at 100 mph!… His race plan was to run as fast as he possibly could and perhaps even be sick on the finishing line. I was planning on taking it a little easier and just wanted to finish the race, preferably without being sick!
I started at a reasonable pace and stuck with it, my Mum and Dad came out to support me and I saw them on the first 1k waving and smiling, there were people all along the route which made such a difference. I had every intention of running the first 5k then walking for a bit and walk / running the rest but I got to 5k easily, picked up some water for the water station, and carried on running. I tried walking at 6k but it seemed harder somehow as my brain had cut out and my legs had taken over, 6-8k was amazing, I think those lovely little endorphins had made an appearance, and they promptly left me at 8k only to return for the last 1k to the finish.
I even managed a little sprint over the finish. And I wasn’t last… Nowhere near
We picked up our 10k T Shirt souvenirs, went to meet our other halves who were out supporting us at the finish line (And ruby of course, I think she was a little disappointed she wasn’t allowed to run with me), I forgot to keep moving and quickly got cramp, then we went out and ate a big roast dinner and got drunk on cider… Can’t wait to do it all over again and now I have a personal best to beat..




