Felsted 10K 2012

The Felsted 10K 2012

Today I would be running the Felsted 10K 2012, I have never ran this race before, all I know is where it was, that it wasn’t cut off from traffic 100%, the course said it was flat and slightly undulating, so I could expect small hills, nothing major.

Oh and I also knew that it had been raining continuously for a good week now, and it was still raining today. This wasn’t a bad thing, I would much rather be running in the rain than in the scorching sunshine (see Southend Half Marathon).

I also knew that I had ran 10k at least 100 times, albeit the majority of those runs were not a race but pounding the streets on my own. I wasn’t particularly worried, I thought it would be a fantastic race, my main concern was for Crispy, he was running it with me, and it was only his second proper race, the first was obviously Southend Half Marathon. The Felsted 10k 2012 would be his first race at this distance, and on this terrain.

Although, he was competent enough to run 10k, and had done so on numerous occasions.

Before the start

I picked Crispy up with plenty of time to get there, assess the situation, warm up and be relaxed for when the race started. We arrived and were guided into a field to park the car, a quick change, consume a quick banana with some water and then walk up to the start.

Plenty of people were milling about and nattering, others were preparing themselves (some taking it a little too seriously in my opinion), we chatted with a few people we knew and then did a bit of a run to warm up as well as some stretches.

At 2 minutes to 11:00 everyone was behind the race car and ready to go.

“What’s the race plan then Westy?” Crispy asked me, I replied with “take it easy for the first couple of miles and then maybe pick up the pace a little, strong finish!” Thumbs up from Crispy.

When the starter went off, we all surged forward, everyone jockeying for space and to settle into their own stride and pace. Crispy and I surged on, darting in between other racers, working our way through the field.

When will I learn?

After about 4 or 5 minutes I found myself running along on my own, Crispy was no where around me. Where was he? What had gone wrong? A quick glance at the GPS told me I was running at just over 7:00 mins per mile. Shit!! I’d done it again, set off far too fast, I slowed down to just over 8 mins per mile.

Crispy caught me up, “Did you have a birth plan for either of your two kids?”   The question threw me a bit “No” I replied, “They both came too early for us to put any plans in place” (one was 8 weeks early, the other was 5 weeks early). “That explains why you went tearing off then!”

We ran side by side for a bit, but I’d knackered myself by setting off way to fast, Crispy gradually eked away from me, my legs felt like lead. I was running slower and slower, I ran steadily at about 8 mins 30 secs per mile.

Perhaps I shouldn’t of ran 10k yesterday, perhaps I was over doing it lately, who knew? All I knew was I was 2.5 miles into 6 and hating myself for running off too quickly. My mind raced with calculations, I wanted to finish between 50 and 55 minutes and in the top half of all racers. I’d be surprised if that happened at all today.

Hindsight and all that…

The Felsted 10k 2012 was not the race I had hoped it would have been for me. Crispy on the other hand had a blinder! He finished in 46 minutes, I was very pleased for him, I on the other hand finished in 50 minutes, OK so I had beaten my 10k PB by 3 minutes, but I was not happy about the way I had started.

I need to learn to start a lot slower.

Here’s the course and my splits.

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Thursday 5th July 2012 – 5K time trial

Running club

Thursday. Running club this evening.

I checked out the website this week to see what route we would be running (I remembered this time). According to the posting we would be doing 5k time trials. Brilliant, the last time we had done this I had crashed and burned half way through, far too quickly out of the blocks.

Subsequently I had finished in about 25 minutes, a gasping wheezing wreck.

Well that wasn’t about to happen again. This time I would pace it a bit more.

5k time trial

Before the run I did my usual stretches and took on some water.

We headed out, a mile or so run down to the park where we would be starting the time trials. I kept at the back, a steady jog to try and conserve some energy.

I knew the route of the trials, 2 laps starting along the riverside, over the bridge, back down through Chelmsford University, cut back through the side road, over another bridge – and repeat.

It was a nice, flat run, and good for setting decent times.

My time trial

I started off quickly and was kicking myself inside, I knew I’d do that, I wanted a slower pace to start and then increase and push for the last half mile. I was running under 8 minute mile pace.

I kept going, breathing hard but maintaining the pace. I looked at my GPS, a quick few calculations, I could beat 24 minutes at this rate.

I ploughed on, I slowed a little but nothing major. I came over the second bridge and headed for lap two, still feeling ok, still breathing hard, but all the while pushing hard. I had the 24 minute target in my head.

Half way around the second lap I could feel myself slowing, perhaps I hadn’t quite paced this out correctly.

A left turn after the Uni, across the bridge and then turn right, the last 100 yards or so to the finish line, where 80% of the rest had already finished. I stopped my watch 23m:59s….

Here’s my 5k time trial PB

The Southend Half Marathon

The Southend half marathon

Well the day had finally arrived. I’d been building up to this for a while now. Yesterday’s short easy run with Rob had relieved a little nervous energy and I felt relatively relaxed.

Although like most race days I was eager to leave and head to the race venue in good time. I didn’t want to leave it too late incase we got caught up in traffic or delayed somehow. I’d been training for this day and missing it or arriving late was not an option.

The Weston clan with Rob in tow headed off, we were due to meet up with Crispy and his clan before the race. Turned out he was as keen as me to get there and arrived some 20 minutes before we did.

The race atmosphere

We got there and parked up. Hundreds of people were already milling about. Some spectators but the majority were runners. All adorned with their individual race numbers, all either warming up, stretching or gentle jogging.

The atmosphere was buzzing. Me and Crispy kissed our respective loved ones farewell, got a pat on the back and words of encouragement from Rob, and headed on the direction of the start/ finish line.

We did our stretches and warmed up. Although we were already pretty warm: the forecast had been cloudy with some rain showers today yet the skies were blue and temperature was already rising. I hoped the heat wouldn’t have too much of an affect on us. We just needed to be sensible and run at a steady pace.

On your marks

Crispy and I huddled in amongst the other runners, everyone chatting or doing last minute stretches. The start time was 10:00am. We had a few minutes to go.

I was pretty much relaxed. I’d been in couple of races before, Crispy hadn’t though and I wondered how he was feeling.

The klaxon sounded on the stroke of 10:00 and everyone bottle necked to get under the inflatable start. It took us a couple of minutes to get through, as we crossed the line (which then activated our chip strapped to our ankle) I caught a glimpse of Wifey Rob and the boys to my left all waving and cheering. Today I would do them proud.

My targets for today’s race were a) finish in the top half and b) finish in under 2 hours. Crispy and I thought we could finish around 1h 50m mark but we hadn’t banked on such warm weather.

Hindsight is a wonderful thing

We started well, and the first couple of miles took us through a bit of a residential area before dropping down onto Shoebury front and heading towards Southend. We were to complete two laps up to the Sealife centre and back and them back up to the park where we started.

Between miles 2 and 3 people around us were already dropping off. It was very warm. I was a little concerned, we were running around 8m30s miles and I think we should of slowed a little. Hindsight is a wonderful thing.

Thankfully there were plenty of water and sponge stations but I was carrying my own bottle filled with water. I didn’t need water stations. I am a fool. Still people were dropping out. Still the temperature rose.

Mile 8 was my nemesis. We’d completed one loop and were a third through the second. I was busting for a wee. I felt dizzy and sick and my legs felt like jelly. I told Crispy that I may have to stop and for him to keep going. I didn’t want to hold him up.

I took water at the next station, followed it with some segments of orange a spectator was handing out, an energy gel I had with me and a jelly baby that another spectator was handing out. Before I reached mile 9 I was right as rain and re charged. I took water at every station from then in.

I felt good but I’d lost Crispy. I kept glancing over my shoulder trying to find him. I wasn’t sure if he was ok? Or if he’d stopped or what!? Just after mile 10 we all turned left and ran up a short hill. Turn right at the top and through residential area. My legs feel like lead. I stopped at a water station and looked out for Crispy as I caught my breath. No sign of him.

I carried on.

Crossing the line

I ran slowly on. The crowds cheering and clapping was great encouragement. We turned onto some parkland and ran along the sea wall. I stopped again. We were less than a mile from the finish line and I had intended on crossing the line with Crispy, yet I couldn’t see him anywhere.

I had to carry on without him, I ran as hard and as I could to get to the line, my legs were heavy, and my heart was pounding inside my chest. Wifey, Rob and the boys were all at the line cheering and clapping, I crossed the line and pressed stop on the GPS. 

I fell into the line of people collecting bottles of water and a finishers medal, continually looking out for Crispy. There he was coming in through the line behind me, looking a little dazed and knackered but he’d finished! I was both relieved and pleased for him!

We’d completed the Southend half marathon, I was very pleased, I crossed the line in around 1h 58 minutes (could of been quicker) and position 716 out of 1493.

Here is the very hot half marathon info!

Saturday 3rd March 2012 – 20K and a new PB

Saturday morning running!

Saturday. My long run day.

I had no idea how far I was going to run today nor what route I was going to run. But I figured I needed to crack out at least 10 miles to keep me on track for the 155K I intend to run this month.

So when the alarm went off at half past silly o’clock this morning, I didn’t hesitate in getting up and getting my kit on. Back to wearing just a single layer, short sleeved and definitely no hat today. I was far too hot on Thursday whilst running, and the claustrophobia was kicking in.

If I was to run a good distance today I needed to be cool and comfortable.

The key to a good run is…

Actually I don’t really know what the key to a good run is. All I know is this morning, my stride hardly changed from the moment I started, my pace throughout was consistently between 8m30s and 9m00s per mile. This morning’s run seemed perfect.

I wasn’t held up by traffic turning in and out of roads I was trying to cross, my laces never came undone, I didn’t get a stitch, my shoulders never ached, and 7 of the 8 other runners I passed said good morning to me! Which was nice.

The route.

the first 3.5 miles was my normal route, up to the village, round the back road, to the other side of the village, down to the A12, over the A12 and heading for Springfield, left at Sainsburys, down towards Buy and Queue, hang a left again.

I was now at around 4 miles, I was gong to run down to the next roundabout and back up and then continue as I had done on the 10 mile run the other week, but as I was feeling OK, I kept on going. I headed along the road, past Asda, up toward the retail park roundabout, turned right and ran toward the bypass. Along the bypass, off the slip road and toward Aldi, right at Aldi then left at the bridge over the railway line.

By now I was up to about 6 miles, no niggles or knocks or stitches so I just kept going.

I was trying to calculate how far I could potentially run this morning. I reckoned I could probably get to 12 miles, give or take a few yards, this spurred me on, if I could do it, then it would be my furthest distance yet.

If I could do it? Of course I was going to do it. I was determined to do it now.

10 miles down, at least 2 to go

I continued the run through the middle of Springfield, then up and through Beaulieu Park, back down toward Sainsburys, then turn left, past the BMW garage, up the hill and over the A12 again. Little app lady piped up “….1h 30 something minute…blah blah 10 miles..”

I was going to break my 10 mile distance record, and I had a good couple of miles to go. I was running with a big grin on my face, down the hill, up the hill (I hate that hill, it’s the worst hill I have to endure..and normally I am ok with them), on past the park. App lady again “…blah blah blah..11 miles” my pace quickened slightly.

Threw a left at the Cock Inn to run up the bridge over the A12 and back (it’s about 350m and the hill gets the heart thumping before the final half a mile back to home).

Back onto the home straight, the final half mile push, pace quite a bit faster now, I switched the music off and listened to my breathing and my trainers as they bounced off the road, trying to get them in sync with each other.

App lady kicked in just short of home “..blah blah 1 hour 48 minutes….blah blah 12 miles”

I’d done it – 12 miles. A new distance PB.

That should take a fair chunk out of the 155K challenge!

You can see the route and the times here.

Editors note: my legs are aching to buggery, perhaps I will just do 5 miles tomorrow!

Editors thought of the day: “no matter how slow you run, you are still faster than someone sitting on a couch!”

Saturday 4th February 2012 – the whole 9 miles!

The weekend has landed

I lay in bed last night thinking about what route I would run today. I wanted to break the 10 mile barrier, desperately.

I recalled the 8.42 mile run from a couple of weeks ago. Remember last week? I didn’t run due to wine over indulgence, and if I am honest, I had to test a few of Wifey’s cakes too.

I had an idea of a few extra roads I could incorporate, hopefully it was a mile and a half plus! and it would take me beyond that 10 mile barrier.

No pain, no gain and all that!

Normally my longer run starts out as a bit of a mission, the first mile or so bore me if I am honest. The same route, the same streets, the same houses, occasionally the same dog walkers.

Mile 3-5 are a little more interesting. Mile 4-5 I hit a mental barrier, I struggle a bit, my running style goes a bit wonky, my breathing is all over the show. Mile 5-6 back in the zone and heading home.

This morning was cold, as it has been all week, at least minus 2 or 3, a bit of a brisk wind and dark. I did a lot more stretching than normal, the last thing I wanted was to cramp up or something more serious. This played on my mind a little.

Keep on running

I have learnt that once you get into a decent pace you can pretty much keep on running until your legs fall off. Not quite literally obviously. But if I didn’t finish at my house, or if there was no finish line, I think I could keep running.

Not like Forest Gump. But I think mentally I could run and run. Not sure what  my legs would say to that mind!

The run.

I incorporated the additional parts of the route, I felt good, my legs were stinging (my thoughts frequently moved on to lycra shorts), and finished my run in 1h 23m 10s. A whole minute slower than the run a couple of weeks ago. The difference was that run two weeks ago was only 8.42 miles, this morning was 9.28 miles.

My pace was quicker, the distance was longer. I had done it again. This was the furthest I had ever run. Part of me was very happy, the other half of me was gutted that I hadn’t broken the 10 mile barrier.

Gotta do it next time!

Post run notes

My legs are quite achy, more so than they have been after previous long runs. Not sure if it’s the pace or the weather, or maybe I didn’t warm down properly.

You can see the route here.

Saturday 21st January 2012

Happiness is not a cigar called Hamlet

My life is happy. Things are good. Exceeding boundaries and personal expectations is amazing.

For me it is anyway.

Do you remember what happened last Saturday? I do, and I had spent the week thinking about it.

I kept wondering if I could break the 8 mile barrier, especially as I had come so close with a 7.69mile run, 8 miles couldn’t be that hard surely? It was less than half a mile further than last week. And I wasn’t particularly struggling when I stopped, I could probably go that little bit further.

Couldn’t I?

The ‘unplanned’ 8 miler

The alarm went off at half 6 Saturday morning. Eyes open. Out of bed. On with the running kit.

I was excited, I was going to push myself a little harder today and was hoping for a very good outcome. I had a route in my head, I didn’t know the exact distance, but was sure it was more than 8 miles, roughly. I warmed up, put my ear phones in and headed out.

The first mile was good, it was a bit warmer than last week, not much mind, I was concerned that I would get too hot and claustrophobic like Wednesday morning and that might ruin the run and my concentration levels.

I don’t even remember miles 2, 3 or 4 to be honest, I was so focussed on keeping a good pace, staying alert when crossing roads at roundabouts (the amount of people that don’t bloody indicate!) and breathing, I barely had time to think about how I was feeling. But I had added an extra few hundred yards to where I ran last week, not sure how many, but I kept going.

By the end of mile 5 I had added at least half a mile to last weeks route.

Unwanted distractions

Since the end of mile 4 I had a slight distraction, my bloody ear phone lead was driving me nuts. It kept riding up my back, over my right shoulder and flapping around by my neck. No matter how much I adjusted it and moved my phone on my arm, it kept rising and flapping. This continued for the rest of the run.

I wasn’t focussing on the running, I was wondering how I could sort out the lead. I was doing rough calculations in my head of the distance between each time it rose and flapped and I had to sort it out again (approximately every 300-350 yards).

I was getting angry. It affected my run. I needed to re-focus.

Back to the run

Down a hill, up a hill, along the dual carriageway, then through the 6 mile mark, I was a good couple of miles from home, this could be interesting. I might just do this.

I began the “2 mile straight”. The long road towards home.

Something inside me wanted to run faster, but I needed to keep control. If I ran to fast now I’d only bugger the run up. At the 7 mile mark I was grinning like a fool. I had only just got into the “2 mile straight” easily over a mile to go.

When the music quietened down, and the voice told me the time, pace and distance next, it was 8 miles. At about an hour and 20 minutes. I had about half a mile to go.

It was at this point that I ran. Happily I ran as fast as I could.

I got home at 8.42 miles. A very happy chappy!

You can see this epic run here!

I think the 10 mile barrier is on the horizon. Just need to sort out the earphone lead!

My first proper race!

The Saucony 10k – Chelmsford

How on earth did I get to enter my first race? Well, it was quite easy really. I had been running for a year or so, and had not long attempted and completed my first 10k run/jog. And I remember thinking “that was easy enough”. (Seriously, sometimes I am my own worst enemy).

I looked online for local races, and found that in 3 weeks time there was the Chelmsford Saucony 10k – all runners welcome. Brilliant. I printed off the registration form and sent it off with my cheque!

Remember I had only run 10k once, and I had 3 weeks until the race, less than 3 weeks now.

Training

I continued my regular training, hitting the roads 3 mornings per week with a 5k and I ran a 10k on the Saturdays with a quick 5k on the Sundays.

The thing was, the race was on a Sunday, so I didn’t train on the Saturday before as I was reserving energy. My last run before the race was on the Thursday, I was concerned I would injure myself and therefor not be able to compete, and I was determined to run.

All in all I had ran 10k a grand total of 3 times before entering a 10k race. In hindsight probably not enough.

Before the race.

I remember the morning of the race, I was fidgety, I kept looking at the time (the race started at 2pm), I was ready to go at 12pm. My wife said to me, “why don’t you just go, get there and relax a bit?” Wise words. So off I went.

My palms were clammy, was I actually ready for this? I knew I was. Only an hour of my life,  perhaps less, perhaps? Hopefully less, I didn’t want to finish last, what if I finished last? Would everyone laugh at me? Did I have the right kit on, had I remembered to put pants on? (It was a road race, and the roads were not shut off to traffic, what if I got hit by a car, always wear clean pants right?)….god I hadn’t even got in the car yet and I was bloody nervous.

I arrived at the venue and there were lots of people milling about, talking, laughing, stretching all looking relaxed. I was alone and bricking myself. I went to register, then walked to the changing rooms. Loads of others getting changed, I got my kit on, pinned my number on (number 74), at that point I felt really really nervous. I had a number, as did everyone around me. This was race day. 300-400 people in a race. Nervous. So very nervous.

Take your marks.

We all started walking to the start line (about a ten minute walk away). I joined a friendly couple and their daughter in nervous chat and laughter, it was her first race too (I had to beat her – bloody competitive edge in me).

Wifey and the boys arrived at the start line to see me off, this helped a lot, I calmed down and kissed them all goodbye, and took my place amongst the masses. Only an hour (or less) right? I needed the loo…

Now then, my best time for running 10k was 58 minutes 25 seconds – and that was my target for today, under an hour.

The gun went off, I heard “good luck daddy” from wifey and the boys and off I ran.

The course.

Hmm how best to describe the course? Country lanes, tight bends, cold, sunny, oh and hilly. Bloody hilly. And no music. This would be my first run without my music to listen to, no pace setting music, nothing to help me focus. That’s Health and Safety for you.

The race.

I started OK I think. I felt alright, tried to settle in a bit. Just after the first mile marker the chap I had been talking to before the race ran past and said “good start, 8 minutes for the first mile” and off he went.

Hang on. 8 minutes? I was going too fast. My average pace was about 9 minutes 30. I tried to slow a little, but each time I did, I saw someone else to overtake (I told you I was competitive). I was annoying myself.

All I could hear was breathing, panting and gasping (not just me). It was terribly distracting. Coming up to 2 miles I wanted stop and go home. Fact.

Just before 3 miles my calf muscles decided enough was enough and they didn’t want to play anymore, they seized up a bit. I stopped running and walked for 20 seconds, got overtaken by 3 people and began running again. The fact I had been overtaken spurred me on to keep going.

At 4 miles I checked my watch for the first time, it read 30 minutes 14 seconds. What the f…? I had been running at break neck speed (for me anyway). No wonder my calves had left me and gone home! That worked out roughly at 7 minutes 30 seconds per mile. I was way too quick for my own good.

I stopped running. I walked for a bit and did a quick calculation. I wanted to finish in under an hour. My calves were killing me. I had done 4 miles in half an hour, I had about 2 and a bit miles to go, and I had half hour to do it. I was going to achieve my goal.

I started running again, at a slower pace. The hills were agony, I was overtaken by quite a few people, but I was now enjoying it. My legs stopped aching, and I was really enjoying it. I noticed people along the road were cheering and waving at all the runners – had they been doing that the whole race?

The 6 mile marker was lovely, I nearly stopped to give it a great big hug, but kept on going. People who had finished already were walking past me heading home, I didn’t have far to go. I kept on.

Round a little bend up into the athletics stadium onto the running track and there was the finish line, and bugger me, there was Wifey and the boys clapping and cheering me on. God it was wonderful to see them, I was very emotional at that part, fortunately they never got to see me wipe away a little tear after I had crossed the line.

Crossed the line. Did you read that bit? I crossed the line. I finished the race and in a pretty good time too, I did it in 53 minutes and 43 seconds. I knocked 5 minutes off of my personal best.

I was elated. I was pumped. I wanted to run it again. I wanted to give wifey and the boys a big hug. What an amazing feeling, those of you who have done it will know what I am talking about.

You can see all the results here. I was position 230 out of 329.

Not bad for my first race.

I wonder what it feels like to complete a Marathon..?

 

Setting goals

Setting a goal.

Every now and then I try to set myself a new goal when it comes to running.

Not necessarily a major goal, just something that will enable me to push myself a little further, it stops me from becoming too complacent.

This may be trying to beat a certain time, or adding a few hundred yards to a run, or even going for a run in the freezing snow (done that before!).

Well this week I decided to push myself a little further. I wanted to run a greater distance than I had previously run, I have run 10K a few times, this is about 6.2 miles and the furthest I had run to date.

My next run would be something harder, it needed to be. I needed something to get the blood pumping.

Pushing the boundaries

So on Friday I mapped myself a new run. I have some local routes around this village and the next one, but I had not yet run across to the other village…and back. I had driven there. Of course I had, no more than half a dozen times though.

I knew it was through open fields, past farms, the odd cow, duck and pheasant, I knew the lanes were narrow and probably a little muddy, more a dirt track than a road, and I knew there were going to be a few hills to climb. I love running up hills, not so keen on running down them (that’s a story for another blog another time). I’d mapped out a 7.2 mile route. This would be tough.

Just planning the route was exciting. Taking on a route for the first time is exciting. I couldn’t wait.

Running at it head on

I had set the alarm for 06:30am this morning, and when the alarm went off, I thought about the run and the cold weather and then realised it was still dark. Taking on a new, practically unknown route in the dark was not a wise move, there would be absolutely no street lights, and very narrow lanes. Pretty much suicide.

I rolled over and went back to sleep.

Instead I would head out late morning, once I had got up and done a few things. Wifey and the boys went out around 11:00am, so I threw my kit on, did my stretches and hit the road.

My running playlist was sending happy tunes to my ears, the beat was good and I set off at a good pace…downhill to start with (wasn’t overly happy about that).

It got easier.

The first 2.5 miles had me beat. There I’ve said it, I thought I would be OK, but the wind was whipping across the fields and I was running straight into it, it was taking my breath away, and I was struggling. My legs ached after the first mile and I wondered what the hell I was going to do for the rest of the route. I had planned 7.2 miles remember?

At 3.5 miles I turned right and the wind eased off, my breathing became easier, and I was beginning to enjoy the run, I was beginning to enjoy it a lot, and was looking forward to the next 4 or so miles. Regardless of the hills.

I circled back on myself, and as I almost reached the 5 mile mark the wind was now behind me. I was running at a steady pace, smiling and not aching.

Final push

At 6.75 miles I turned back on to the main road, and had about half a mile to go to home, and it was all uphill.

I ran. I dug deep and bloody well ran up that hill. My legs were pumping, my heart was banging against my chest, and I kept saying to myself “you are going to do this, keep running”.

I finished at 7.35 miles. I was back at where I started. If you are interested you can see the route, splits and graphs here. I was very happy, I knew I could do it, but whilst running my mind was questioning my ability, my mental state wasn’t good, failure crossed my mind once or twice, at just under 2 miles I wanted to stop, turn around and walk home.

But I couldn’t give up.

I need to run that route again. Perhaps make it a regular route, who knows, but I need to do it again just to prove to myself that I can.

And I will do.

I will settle for an evening run

An evening run

As you will see from my earlier blog post today, I didn’t manage to get a run in this morning, this grated me a little.

But after a hard day at work, and a few meetings in London, I managed to get home, throw my kit on and head out into the dark, cold, wet and windy evening.

How was it?

It was really good actually, I thought after quite a draining day in meetings I wouldn’t be in the mood, but finished the 5K in quite a good time.

You can see it here.

There was one thing I didn’t like about it, and that’s trying to dodge puddles in the dark..I do struggle with that, and as you can guess, managed not to dodge that many, running in wet trainers…well that’s another blog altogether!

Obviously I still prefer a morning run, the crisper air, the peace and quiet.