Thank you everyone!
Right, here's the fanny report...
felt great this morning, not tired, not ill, not needing an enema
, not worried or nervous, weather brilliant, traffic great - had all the signs of a "perfect" race day.
had good breakfast, drank water but didn't drink anything 2 hours prior (GNR taught me that!). Homemade flapjack which also had dried apricots and sunflower seeds in it was pre-race snack (good bloody idea as it really fueled me well).
Got to Lancaster at 10am with full fanny fambo. Parked at Asda (next to sports hall) and arsed about for a while, met my friend and her family and registered kids in the fun run (1 mile). Warmed up by jogging around one lap of track. Looked like a lot of serious racers, got slightly worried at that.
Went over to start line and jammied the fanny pack into middle of the crowd of people. Very disappointed there weren't any knobs out at beginning!
Set off, a lovely trail type run along canal and some river in Lancaster(!) and pace was slightly faster than I originally intended but felt very comfortable so kept with it. Got to mile 8 and still felt good but knew didn't have it in me to charge forward as quite a steep hill was ahead. Made it up hill but asked my friend to keep with me as could feel I felt a bit sick and knew if she charged off I would stop. Down hill for next mile and that was bloody welcomed.
Got to mile 10 and I started arguing with myself. "you can fucking do this, come on, only 5k left, don't let yourself down". I think I started making little noises to myself as was really feeling it, this Powerade was repeating on me and I could feel bile rising in my throat. My friend was powering on and I just zoned out, I was in a bubble the last 2 miles and it was a huge effort. Last mile marker was in front of me and I was feeling very ill.
12.5 miles and I just stopped dead, retched then fired up. Saw my friend (she had turned around a bend so was opposite me and she shouted "COME ON FANNY!!!" - I turned into the sports hall track at 13 miles and saw DH (he said I was GREY!) and mouthed 'NEVER FUCKING EVER AGAIN!" DD1 was running along side and that really fired me on. Saw my friend slack off before finish and I "sprinted" last 100 metres (have a cracking photo with me screeching to DD1, look like I am having a ball!) and nearly died at the finish. Couldn't believe I had done it, the euphoria was like I had won the Olympics and to be honest, I really thought I would struggle.
It was very mentally tough, not physically. My problem is I really need to work on my fatigue, I am quite a "weak" person (not well built or strong) and it shows whereas my friend is better built and she has better endurance.
here are my splits if anyone is interested. The last mile is where I suffered the most. I am chuffed though as I ran the majority of it faster than I intended. Never again will I touch Powerade, the sheer thought of it is making me balk.
My friend finished around 40 seconds faster but she is suffering tonight, she is feeling pretty ill, she powered off at the end and exerted herself.
A fantastic race, great for a PB. Very flat with only one easy hill. I doubt I will beat that time in my next HM (Very hill, local to me) but I don't care, I did what I set out to do.
Thank you for having the patience to get through the above!