So after the amazing PB that I got on the Liverpool Springs 5K, I knew I wanted to do my best during this 10K, especially as it was my second and there was potential that I could beat my time.
My flatlay was done the night before to make sure I had everything I needed. We normally try and wear the supermanx for all the half’s we do as it’s a consistent outfit, plus it saves up having to come up with something every time, anyhow we decided that we’d wear it for the 10K this time.
We got up early, ordered the taxi and then watched the rain, OMG it was lashing it down. We couldn’t belive it.
We packed our bags and was still waiting for the taxi………………yeahhhhhhhh the taxi, the less we say the better. We ordered a taxi two hours before the event so that we would get their early. Turns out that wasn’t early enough.
We got into our taxi half an hour before the start of which we got to the start with our luggage 5 minutes before it was going to start.
We we going crazy!!!
That photo above is off the queue for bag packing on just one of the trucks, they had three of these.
All I could think about was how time was catching up with us. I decided to check on the other two trucks and noticed one was going quicker so we legged it to that one and dropped our luggage off. While we we’re there one of the guys radio’ed back and said they couldn’t start as there was too many people at bag check.
At that time the “official” start time had come and gone!
After dropping off our luggage we raced to the start line and manoeuvred our way up to my “estimated” time.
How cool is the pacer!!!!? She was amazing and had a little music box with her to keep everything going. I was really interested in how she kept pace with two watches which beeped at her if she went over a pace or below a pace.
The race itself started off great, that first mile I felt great, the second amazing by the third I felt like I could continue at that pace forever, oh how that didn’t last.
On the 4th mile I started to feel tired and was dreaming of doing a slower pace, mile 5 was slightly less speed but this is where my moaning started to get out. I seriously cannot think what came over me but I was not the person anyone would want to run with at all.
On mile 6 I was awful, I was crying constantly because the pace was to much and complaining while telling my sister to F’off because she could run at this pace no bother, which just made me even more mad.
Everything really came to a head when someone who must of been a friend with “field mouse” jeered at us….yeahhhhhhh you should never tell anyone they are doing “shit” while running a race, I subsequently told him to F’off very VERY loudly. To this day I still cannot believe anyone would say that to anyone even if you know them or not.
Well I survived the race! It is very bittersweet for me, I got my PB amazingly. My chip time was 1:09:09 which is a PB off just over 4 minutes. Hands down that is amazing but what I put my sister through and “field mouse” through wasn’t worth that at all, in no shape or form.
I apologised immensely, but that will never be enough.
Thankfully I have learned my lesson a PB isn’t worth that. As soon as I started to show real struggle and not just the going to getting tough I should of backed down. I was going to PB anyway at the rate we were running at the start so if I backed off for the last two miles I would of made it. I think having the stress at the start of the race probably didn’t help but that isn’t any suitable excuse.
Overall both the 5K and the 10K were amazing. I loved both runs and depending on how everything falls I can see myself doing them again, because how could I not, that bling was pure gold lol.