Christian was up early to go out on this day, and so was I, so I thought it was an ideal day to finally use my shiny parkrun wristband that had been gathering dust for about a year.
I walked down the hill to the Rye (which may have been a mistake), munching on a couple of bits of flapjack, and followed all the people, found a place to leave my extra layer, and had a talk from the race organiser about the course etc.
We all walked to the start, which was in the middle of the Rye. After more chat and applause for milestone people, visitors, and volunteers, we were given the countdown and we were off.
I set off a bit too fast, predictably, and felt myself flagging not far into the course, but slowed down and kept myself running. Having the leaders sprint back past us on the top of the weir was pretty depressing.
At the steps after the far field, there was no way I was going to run up them, so used that time to walk and catch my breath. I started running again at the top. But on the return behind the weir, I started feeling quite nauseous. I slowed down as far as I could, but had to walk again to make the nausea stop, which was disappointing. I didn't feel ready to run again until the last bit of the weir, and I took it very easy around to the finish.
Each km marker felt a lifetime apart, and it took a big effort to keep myself going. My first run in years, though, and I managed a 37.32. I was hoping for around 30, but my fitness was certainly not as good as I thought it was. The people were lovely and encouraging, though. It's a very welcoming environment.
Anyway, lots of room for improvement. Next time will be better!
The walk up the hill to go home was pretty tortuous - my legs were really sore, and I had next to no energy. I spent most of the rest of the day on the sofa recovering, and my legs hurt rather a lot for the best part of the next week.
I walked down the hill to the Rye (which may have been a mistake), munching on a couple of bits of flapjack, and followed all the people, found a place to leave my extra layer, and had a talk from the race organiser about the course etc.
We all walked to the start, which was in the middle of the Rye. After more chat and applause for milestone people, visitors, and volunteers, we were given the countdown and we were off.
I set off a bit too fast, predictably, and felt myself flagging not far into the course, but slowed down and kept myself running. Having the leaders sprint back past us on the top of the weir was pretty depressing.
At the steps after the far field, there was no way I was going to run up them, so used that time to walk and catch my breath. I started running again at the top. But on the return behind the weir, I started feeling quite nauseous. I slowed down as far as I could, but had to walk again to make the nausea stop, which was disappointing. I didn't feel ready to run again until the last bit of the weir, and I took it very easy around to the finish.
Each km marker felt a lifetime apart, and it took a big effort to keep myself going. My first run in years, though, and I managed a 37.32. I was hoping for around 30, but my fitness was certainly not as good as I thought it was. The people were lovely and encouraging, though. It's a very welcoming environment.
Anyway, lots of room for improvement. Next time will be better!
The walk up the hill to go home was pretty tortuous - my legs were really sore, and I had next to no energy. I spent most of the rest of the day on the sofa recovering, and my legs hurt rather a lot for the best part of the next week.
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