I’m a bit late posting about this, but here goes…
So Sunday was the Derby 10k. If you’ve read any of my previous posts you will be well aware of this.
After a couple of nights with ‘The Fear’, dreaming of all the ways I was going to screw up, I woke on Sunday after a full, uninterrupted, dream free 6 or 7 hours, feeling alright, maybe even looking forward to it.
I’d had a slight panic the right before, when I returned home at 9.30 to the realisation that ALL my running kit was still in the washing machine. Thankfully synthetic fabric dries quickly.
Back to the race day – I collected The Boy, then my work friend Nicola who was running with me & made our way to Derby.
Here’s us before the race:
Now, there’s a picture of us doing the warm up on the This is Derbyshire website, but I’ll refrain from linking to that. All you need to know is there’s a small dog sat on the floor with it’s owner in the background of the photo. And at one point during the warm up my right foot & the dog’s face may have come into contact. Mortified! Trying to follow the warm up, say ‘Nic, I just kicked that dog’ & hold in laughter. This combination does not make a good photo.
At the start, I was surprised how quickly everyone got going. The only race I’ve done before was the Great Yorkshire, where each colour group was stopped when they got to the start line & we had to wait a couple of minutes to let the previous group get ahead. At this one it was one starting gun & we’re all off. The start was very congested, in fact the whole course was pretty narrow & there was only one part where we ran over a bridge that the road really widened & you could run truly at your own pace.
Me & Nic ran together for the first 4k until she got too frustrated with the crowds & I gave her the signal to start weaving through without me.
I managed the first 5k in pretty much bang on 30 minutes, which was great, but at the same time meant I had no leeway to slow down in the second half. I hit 7.5k a couple of minutes shy of 45, and at that point was really enjoying it. The run from about 7k up until entering Pride Park was the easiest & best part of the race. The Boy was even surprised when I came round the corner all smiling & waving at 9.5k.
Here’s me as I’m running past him:
I picked up the pace as I realised the gun time was still under an hour, so my goal chip time of under an hour was definitely safe. My final time was 57:52. Really chuffed! I said I would’ve been happy with even a second under an hour, so those two minutes were a bonus!
Nic managed 54:24 – really impressed with her, especially as she’d twisted her ankle about 4 weeks before the race & missed 2-3 weeks training.
Here we are post-race, in our new t-shirts:
On top of that me & Nic are weighing up whether to enter the Robin Hood half marathon at the end of September. Because that requires some proper, hardcore training!