Pardon the fact that I look
like shit shattered. The truth is my body has been hating me for days and I’m still recovering from that as well as feeling the post run ‘chill out’ mode that I deserve to be in.
So here it is, my review of the event today: Bupa London 10,000.
At the train station I started to get a little excited as I watched my fellow runners also making their way to the event. From young women to much older women, it was clear that this was an event catering for all levels and I felt so good to know that I was at one with my peers. My nerves disappeared and I realised that we are all part of this and we’re all in it together.
It was a lonely but thought provoking train ride from Woodford to Green Park. I went over all of my thoughts and presumptions about the day and one by one I knocked them down. I kind of didn’t know what I was doing, but I went with the flow of things and soon enough I was at the start of the race.
The sun was beaming down and it was now (before the race had even started) that I wished I hadn’t left my water bottle in my bag that was left at the baggage area. It was warm, I felt a little sweaty - or was that the nerves kicking back in? I couldn’t stand still. I was bopping up and down and back and forth waiting in anticipation for the race to start.
Wave by wave the runners made their way through the start line. Red A, B, C… Blue A, B, C and then finally me, Green A and the remaining Green B and C. It felt like a slow start, but the sight of Big Ben got me quite excited and brought it back home to me that yes, I was running this race against a brilliant backdrop - the city of London.
I started off using some other runners as pacers but it didn’t take long for me to lose them. When there are that many people running alongside you, it’s easy enough to pick someone else to pace yourself against.
I could remember the announcer saying that there were water stations and porta-loos at kms 3 and 7. I was desperate for a drink and it didn’t feel too long before the water stations appeared and I was able to quench my thirst. Although I hate carrying water bottles around on a run, I knew I’d be better off keeping it and slowly drinking it rather than taking a gulp and throwing it off to the side of the road.
I could see the Gherkin and we were running towards the city for a bit before the amazing cooling water spray showers were a pleasant surprise.
I had finished my water now and that 5km mark had just passed, I was debating whether I should get water again at the 7km water station or just go on without it. The need to use the porta-loo was quickly dismissed as I thought of how much it would hinder my time. And despite the need to pee, I picked up another water bottle at the water station - at least it was refreshing on the back of my neck.
I gave the second water sprinkle station a miss, I figured I’d just push on and try get to the finish line as soon as I could.
The 8th and 9th kms passed so slowly, but the finish line almost crept up on me unexpectedly, all of a sudden it was there! I didn’t want to stop running. My body was in the motion and I was enjoying it.
I collected my goodie bag with my medal and Bupa 10,000 shirt, had a sip of the Lucozade and sat down in the park for just a moment to absorb it all in.
I was surrounded by fellow runners all basking in the post run glory, stories of PBs and congratulations from strangers.
Coming home, it was time for a hot soak and more rehydration!
Happy 10k Monday, kids! xo