On Saturday the 7th of November I celebrated my birthday with a 10k run. I’m sure many of you think there are better ways of celebrating your birthday (some of which I did after the run) but I wanted to do a run on my birthday so badly and that’s how I found myself in the rain and wind in the Olympic Park waiting for the gun to go off.
The rain and the cold and the wind were definitely dampening my spirit and with Westfield Stratford (the maze of a shopping mall) so close I really, really wanted to go shopping / get thoroughly lost instead. But I didn’t and started to run instead.
This was a three lap race and the route took us all round the Olympic Park. It was lovely, for about two and a half laps. Then I was done. I was done with seeing the same stuff, I was done with the pain in my knee, and I was done with this race not being over. DONE.
When I am running I feel like this a lot but it helps so much when the route isn’t constantly repeating itself. When I see the same things over and over again it’s as if all motivation leaves me. When I have the run up and down the same hills over and over again, I just don’t want to. I had a burst of speed at the beginning of the third lap and I knew I was going to get a PB – I could feel how fast I was going.
Then in the latter stages of the race it felt as if I was running backwards. Lopsided too because my knee was aching. No matter how much I moved it didn’t seems as if I was getting any closer to finishing.
Thankfully of course I did finish. But it was a minute slower than my PB. I started out really strong, I just couldn’t finish strong. As annoying as that was I am very glad I was only a minute off my PB: it could have been a lot worse and I could have damaged my knee a lot more.
I love the medal though but I wish so much it had the date written on it! I would have loved to have my birthday stamped on a medal.
I just wanted to show you all how wet and dirty my socks became. I was leaving wet sock footprints all over the house.