Another race, another new race experience behind me.
The morning started with all of us cramming into the car and driving to the other side of Wimbledon Common. My 8-year old went first and I ran his 2km race with him. He has a cold and was coughing so we ended up walking some bits. He was adamant though that he didn’t want to quit – he wanted his medal 🙂
After that we left the boys with my mom near the start/finish area and started our race. I knew some part of my left leg was probably going to niggle so my plan was not to race off too fast.
Only a 100 meters in my ankle started to hurt almost with every step. It is so weird that my knee that doesn’t let me kneel is totally fine when running but my ankle that I ‘pinged’ last week while running in non running shoes is still giving me grief. I was one second away from just turning around but then the path turned into the woods and there was no easy way out anymore.
I thought I’d limp the first 5km lap and call it quits then. People kept passing me and it was sooo hard mentally to go slower than I can. Then I slapped my ego and told myself “Get a grip, woman! No one is looking at how slow you’re going. Everyone is here running their own race. Do your best and maybe just enjoy running a race instead of always pushing for a PB.”
Once I was mentally ready for an achy 5km – I didn’t actually feel any pain anymore. My Garmin said 1.70km and I started to speed up 🙂
At 6km I caught the Mr and we ran rest of the way together. My legs felt fine and even my ego was fine when I crossed the finish line after 52 minutes and 52 seconds.
It had started to rain again so the boys quickly ushered us into the little ‘cave’ they had found under the trees and we stayed there for a few minutes, eating the granola bars from our goodie bags and listening to the boys say every 2 seconds how “awesome” it was to be protected from the rain like that. Little boys and wild nature go well together 🙂
I ran some cold water on my ankle as soon as I got home and it feels fine for now, just a tiny bit tender when going down the stairs. I’ll try to get a physio appointment for tomorrow, just in case.
In the afternoon I checked the race results and saw that if I had run as fast as I did last week, I would have gotten 2nd place – the second female came in at 49:43 today.
I’m a little bit gutted, but such is life.
And the main thing is that I enjoyed the race – I didn’t run so fast that all I could think of was finishing, I ran at a pace that let me enjoy the journey.
Damn. I’m so deep these days 🙂
P.S. I am really impressed with Innovation Sports races – they get the results and photos online very fast!