…my inner competitor made a bid for freedom.
About 30secs after posting yesterday’s blog about doing a short recovery run today, I remembered that I’d been meaning to check out parkruns. I found out about them from Steve and Katy Run, who found out about them from There’s a six pack under here. I registered yesterday afternoon and, barcode in hand, headed off bright and early to my local run.
As it was my first run, I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. What did we have to do with the barcodes? What was the route? How many people would turn up? Would I be the slowest one there? Loitering with intent, I overheard two women talking. One was obviously a first-timer like me. I knew this because she was asking What did we have to do with the barcodes? What was the route? How many people would turn up? Would she be the slowest one there? Inserting myself sneakily into the conversation, I gleaned the answers. Save the barcodes until the end of the race. Follow the pack round the clearly marked paths. Many. No. Reassured, I chatted until the start and set off.
Isn’t it amazing how races, however informal, bring out the competitor in me? To begin with, I was competing against myself. Could I run the whole 5km? Answer, yes. But then, 20m from the end, someone overtook me and I sprinted for the line. Me. Sprinting. It’s not an edifying sight. I didn’t win the sprint finish for the hotly contested 198th position, but trust me, I tried.
So. 5km in 35mins and 47 seconds. 199th out of 203 runners (or 58th out of 61 women). Not a glorious start, but I did get round without stopping or walking.
Charlotte, the first-timer I was chatting to at the beginning, came 175th in 31:42. Sandhya, our guru, came 185th in 32.45. My thanks to both for their friendliness.