Usually, I can never manage food before a race but I’ve been experiencing a bit of an energy slump during races recently so heading to the Spitfire 10K in the car (as a passenger!) I guzzled some porridge; love that warm radiator in the tum feeling 🙂
I’ve also been trying to run more without my music-the first time was ugly (who was that panting?!) but I’m getting a bit more used to it…just a bit… Anyway, I had an adorable little message from my 3 year old grandson with me…
We set off around the airfield and out onto the roads around the museum. I always hate that bit at the beginning when everyone is jostling for postion as I’m worried about tripping over all the mass of feet. I managed to reach 6K before I began to falter; I focused on my arm message whispering the words over and over…
Re-entering the airfield was a relief and on spotting the finish arch I tried for a sprint finish which turned out to be a bad move as I didn’t realise we had another lap of the field before we could cross that line. It nearly finished me off.
Another lesson learnt.
