This evening was the last race in the Borders League series. A ‘quick’ four miles along the beachfront promenade at Prestatyn, North Wales. In reality it was one mile East, one mile West, one mile East, one mile West – this was good because you knew exactly how much was left to run.
However, the point of this post is that running is hard.
My first mile was an impressive (for me) 9:10, but I really had to push hard to keep moving for the whole mile. The subsequent three miles were mostly running but with increasingly frequent walking breaks, just little ones.
Two miles down and on to the second lap… OMG I’m shattered, my chest is wheezy, my legs are tired, it’s so hard. But I did the first lap in 19 minutes… that’s amazing, I could break 40 minutes yay go me!
Mile 3 and East again along the promenade… How can this only be a mile, it’s so far, I’m so tired, I can’t do it, I need to walk some more, no don’t walk, keep running, you can do this.
Around the cones, OK last mile. Just one mile that’s ten minutes, only ten minutes and you’ll have finished. But ten minutes is so long, this mile is so long, my legs, my chest, everything is hurting, it’s too much, it’s too far.
Half a mile to go… Come on you can do this, keep running to the finish, focus on the person in front, the one who went past you when you were walking, maybe you can catch her. But I can’t, I really can’t keep going. I need to walk just for a bit and then I’ll get to the finish.
Nearly there… Whoa head, don’t go having dizzy spells on me now, 39 minutes, it’s such a short way to the finish and you can do this, you can beat 40 minutes.
Finish line in sight… Thank you universe, I’m so happy to see the finish, one last push and you’re done and oh wow you’re going to beat 40 minutes that’s awesome, woo-hoo!
Power over the line, collapse in a heap (not literally), oh my that was so hard.
Two minutes later… Great race, I’m so pleased with my time, I rock! Fantastic! Love running!