Right, here goes. My first race report:
Night before: DD2 (3 years) threw up in bed at 10.30. No warning. So, by the time I sorted her out and changed her bedding etc I got to bed at 11.20. Was woken up several more times in the night with poorliness.
DH gave me a lie in. Was woken at 8.20 with a friend's "good luck" text!
At the venue: Was surprised to see men there. Know this sounds wierd, but I've only ever run the Race For Life before! Was freezing and had to sit in car until just before race. I have renauds (circulatory problem which basically means I get really cold quite easily!)
The run: Very soon after I began it became obvious that almost everyone was planning to run faster than me. Having had previous warning of this I didn't try to keep up, just kept at my own slowish pace. I was definitely in the last quarter if not the last 5th. After about 1km I decided I needed to pinpoint a pacemaker. I kept behind a woman with bright red hair. It soon became apparent that she usually marshalled at the race. All the marshalls knew her and kept wishing her well and cheering her on then ignoring me! I was feeling a bit neglected and could have done with the encouragement. I was already finding the run really hard work and worried about how I was going to manage it!
I wanted to overtake and lose the red head, but just didn't have the energy. Eventually at 4km we went downhill and I managed to take her, only to be overtaken again on the flat! As she did take me she gave me some advice, "there's a big hill coming up, don't bend over when you go up", (which I do). Then she proceded to take a short cut through the park and cut off the corner herself! Didn't see much more of her after that. I took her advice and did the hill upright, (good advice I'm assuming?)
I actually thought I might be physically sick when I reached the top of the hill, but I wasn't.
I actually found the last half of the race easier than the first. I think psychologically it was easier because I knew I could do it by then, if that makes any sense! At 8km DH was stood at a corner with my 2 beautiful dds. It certainly was a sight for sore eyes! I stopped for 2 seconds to give the girls kisses, then carried on.
the last 400m was round a race track. I felt like there was no one behind me; like I was the last person to finish. (I wasn't btw!) I felt proud though. Proud of myself for running all the way and even for my time, although I know I didn't brake and records!
I crossed the line in 1hour 9minutes and 13seconds. I cried when I hugged my dds and dh, (emotional wreck if you hadn't already realised!)
I've never run 6.2 miles. The most I managed in training was 4 miles. So, I said I broke no records, but I guess it was my PB!
I think I might have caught the running bug!