This morning, my training plan called for an All Out parkrun. Well, technically, it called for an All Out Park Run because I have never managed to convince its author that parkrun is all one word, all lower case. But I digress.
This morning, my training plan called for an All Out parkrun. I’m not fond of All Out, but I am fond of PBs, so I try to pick nice, flat, tarmac courses for my All Out efforts to give me a little bit of incentive.
Unfortunately, other commitments meant that I had only one parkrun option today, namely Tilgate. Don’t get me wrong. I like Tilgate. The course is beautiful and features trees, a lake (which you run around twice), a switchback and very supportive volunteers. But in between the two laps of the lake are The Mountains, which doesn’t make it particularly PB friendly.
So, repeating the mantras “All Out is an effort level not a pace” and “you will not die”, I set about running All Out for 5k.
How did I do? I’m really not sure. I spent a fair amount of the run wanting to ease off but bargaining with myself not to. I tried to attack the ups, I used the downs to overtake rather than recover and I just about managed to hang on for the last lap of the lake.
Was it All Out? I doubt it.
Was it Mostly Out? Yes.
Was it a PB? Don’t make me laugh!