After what had been a light week of training my legs felt fresh and ready to go. Saying that, having not covered the mileage recently, I knew it would be hard work to stick to 8.40 pace (which I needed for a PB).
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After waiting around for about half an hour- meeting up with Shabbas and fellow Run Mummy Runners, we made our way down to the start line where the crowds were gathering.
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As soon as the claxon started, my 'race plan' went out of the window and I headed out at a fair pace, David Guetta driving me on in my earphones. The first half mile involves a steep down hill and I took advantage of this, weaving through people to find my place. Coming down onto the pathway, the space narrowed as we were instructed to keep to the left. Getting caught amongst the congestion, my pace was dropping so I strategically ducked and dived around the elbows and other flailing body parts (some people have strange form...) to get back into my nice little pace pocket which at this stage was around 8.20-8.30. I stuck around this and completed my first 5k in 26:16- my third best time on Strava!
Getting into my fourth mile I started wondering what the hell I was doing having started off pretty quick- there was no way I could let my pace get above 8:59 mm now!
My fourth mile came in at 8:45 and I decided to stick with this as best I could until the sprint finish for the final 200 metres. This would still hopefully get me a pb. I was pleased when my fifth mile came in at 8:40.
It was around this stage I gained a hanger on. A man I had overtaken quite early on caught me up and seemed to be using my pace to keep himself going. His breathing was laboured and he was most definitely struggling- there was no way I was going to let him beat me!
Reaching the six mile sign my watch signalled 8:36 and I knew I needed to dig deep for the final .2. I waited until I had reached the 200m sign and sprinted off leaving my shadower behind me. Just a couple of metres later he was back by my side again ready to take over before the finish.
Before I conclude my story, I just want to include a little definition from Urban Dictionary:
Chicked- When a woman outperforms a man in a physical activity, such as biking, hiking, or skiing, where normally a man should outperform the woman.
"Wow, she sure finished the trail way before me"
"Dude, you got chicked!"
"Dude, you got chicked!"
So as my follower gained on me again, I kicked my sprint again and raced to the finish line with the knowledge I had won my own little race and dude, you got chicked!!
Huge well done to everyone who PB'd- including Tammy, Fi and Mami.
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