Some months ago I signed up to run the We Love Manchester 10k (I wrote about it here). At the time I wanted to run it in around an hour.
However, I never really got into the training. I hurt my back and then we got a spate of bad weather (really windy and stormy) and I sort of lost my way with it all. It became too easy to make excuses for not running.
However, the past two weeks I decided I’d make a concerted effort with the running. If I could get up to 7ish KMs then I had decided I’d do the 10km today. I do a fair bit of walking with the children and often cover 4-5 miles carrying Daniel and pushing Emma, so I think that has contributed to increasing my fitness levels.
I managed to make the 7km distance (all be it very stop startish!) on Wednesday last week so I decided I’d make the effort this morning and head to the run. My aim was to complete in 75mins, with a more likely 80mins finish given my run times over the past two weeks.
Damian dropped me off at the stadium where the run commenced from and then went to park up with the children. The day had started with a heavy downpour but thankfully had stopped as I arrived at the ground. I headed in and went to the starting point and had a walk around to warm up a little. I then spotted Damian and the children so headed over to talk to them.
As the start time neared I set my GPS watch up and headed across to the track. I always like to hang around at the back of the starting pack – it’s a bit less crowded there. The race started a little later than the 9:30am planned start time and I think it was about four minutes or so after the official start that I crossed the line.
In my mind I wanted to run to the 3km point before stopping, however I felt really comfortable up to the 5km point which is the furthest I have run without stopping to walk. I then continued on to just under 7km when I stopped and walked for a about 0.05km. At the 7km stage the course turned back into the stadium – there’s nothing like a watching crowd to keep you running. I spotted my parents, Damian and the children waiting and cheering me on.
The 6.5km – 8km stage was the hardest bit I felt, I was really beginning to tire by then. I ran to the 9km mark with another lady who was struggling (it was slightly uphill at this point) then turned into the stadium area for the final bit.
I spotted my cheering squad again as I turned into the athletics track for the last 400m and then picked up the pace to cross the finish line. I crossed in an official time of 1hr 10mins 05 seconds.
So, I didn’t make my target of under the hour, but given the lack of training I am really pleased as it is the furthest I have run for many years!
My plan now is to look at joining my local Sweatshop Running Club and do a 5km with them to try to improve my pace and then look to advance through their groups. We will see though how that fits in.