Not run since my *epic fail* at the ParkRun… until yesterday! Decided to give it a go again for a number of reasons, but mainly because of my stubborness over not getting beaten doing something, as well as a promised lunch out if I did it… come to think of it that’s probably the main reason
Been dieting all week, low carbs which I know isn’t great mixed with running but its working for me at the moment and I’m not quite willing to give either up yet! Once I start running long distances again I’ll start to work carbs back into my diet but at the moment I’m hardly low on energy so I’ll carry on! Also not had any booze ALL WEEK which is HUGE for me. I’m not a big drinker- it’s rare for me to get drunk, but I guess I’m a bit of a “little but often” girl (I realise that phrase is usually used when talking about food!). Its not unusual for me to have a glass or two during the week, as well as every weekend. So nothing at all for a whole week is unheard of. I have no idea of the last time I didn’t drink in a week, probably when I was at university or something.
So it got to Friday night and the fella was opening a couple of bottles of beer but I just stuck to my diet lemonade and quite enjoyed it actually. We just had a nice, sober, evening in. I’d forgotten that was even possible at the weekend! I’m not hangover prone but it was nice to wake up Saturday morning knowing I hadn’t drank at all. Just got up, got my running kit on, nursed a pint of squash and headed off back to the dreaded ParkRun.
Now this was a pretty emotional thing for me to do- not only because I’d struggled last time but also because in the meantime I’ve lost a family member. I’m nearly through the waves of huge blobby tears but seem to be stuck in a bit of a “last time I did this he was still alive” line of thought with the most mundane aspects of life like going into the cupboard at work or buying the weekend newspaper. So I had a bit of a sniff on the way but that kind of spurred me on I think. I am very much alive and if I do well here maybe I can do some big race in the future which can make a bit of difference, and if I do that I can maybe help someone else’s family and hold off that grief for a little bit longer. Give someone else that one last day that we all always wish for.
I was also a bit scared as, I’ll be completely honest, I’ve gone a bit off the rails for the last couple of weeks. I’ve not trained once. I’ve struggled with work on days and I’ve struggled with sleep on others. Less so getting to sleep but more with waking up in the morning. I had a week of not dieting and eating all those naughty foods you eat once in a blue moon one after the other. Then I went on back on my diet but have found it so hard. My tummy has rumbled and my eyes have wandered to the chocolate in the shop. I am slimmer but unfit, as my last parkrun proved.
It started off well. I’d found my Garmin forerunner AS WELL AS the charger so felt like a proper runner when I could join in with what feels like a big group watch setting at the start of the race (about a hundred different beeps all within the space of 5 seconds). I kept an eye on it to make sure I wasn’t going too fast and stayed at the side so people could overtake me (I always do that because I need a slow gentle start and I know most people want to go go GO). I got to 13.30 minute miles and that felt comfortable- I was managing.
I was also better prepared than last time. I had knowledge of the track which helped. I knew when the big hill was and that it was probably running up that which killed me last time, so I walked it. Duh! Why was I so arrogant last time?!
And I made it. I didn’t have to stop and sit down. I did have to walk a couple of times. Once up the hill at about 1.3 miles. One after exactly 30 minutes (I didn’t plan that, it just happened) and once more I think. All short stints when I felt I really needed it. But I kept going. I didn’t seem to get so stuck with the run-walkers like last time either. Then all of a sudden there was a mile left and I was still maintaining the same speed so I knew I had under 15 minutes to go, and I know I can run 15 minutes easy. I had half a mile left which was about 7 minutes. I saw the finish line and could hear some a family behind me catching up. Not wanting to allow a CHILD to overtake me after all my HARD WORK I even managed…
…a SPRINT FINISH
What was that about? I’ve NEVER managed a sprint finish before. My legs have always JUST managed to keep going to the very last second without spectacularly falling off. I daredn’t look around to see the child I’d so meanly ripped from their small victory of (in my head) finally overtaking that fatty who’d been blocking their sun the whole way around. I just took my finishing tag and walked off. My legs didn’t ache, I wasn’t hyperventilating, I was good. I stopped my watch.
My ParkRun PB from a few years ago was 43 minutes, including 50% walking.
Last week I got round in 49 minutes, including a bit of a sit down. Ha.
I got round in 40 minutes 44 seconds. With no training whatsover I have beat my ParkRun PB. WHAT.
So I felt pretty bloody awesome about that, if I may say so myself. I mean, it’s hardly world record material but it means the world to me. I AM ABLE to get back into this and if I can do that with no training, I can’t wait to see what I can do with 2 midweek runs, which I desperately want to get back into the habit of doing.
Back next week? Hopefully! Aim? Another PB!
Keep on running readers, if I can do it so can you