I love the way the organiser chose to call it a race, it leads people towards the wholly untrue conclusion that I will be racing, and therefore running fast to try and beat other runners. This is bollocks.
I will be firstly trying to finish the course without collapsing into a sun-drenched pile of huffing, puffing sweaty pale mess on the course. My secondary goal is to run the whole thing, not taking any walking breaks. I have done an 8km training run, and it wasn't too hard, but you never know, the last 2km could kill me. My final goal, and the one that I will forget about quickest when the start gun goes, is to finish in under an hour. A respectable runner's time would be under 50 minutes, a great one under 40. But despite the misleading facts that I am young, and do quite a bit of exercise, I simply can not keep running that fast for that long.
Because I naturally have the ego of an 8 year old, which needs constant reasurring and compliments from my parents, my mum and sister are coming along to cheer me on. I have devised a list to help them find me in the pack. It will help them spot me as the runners come home.
From first to last, the groups of finishers will be-
- The elite runners.
- The highly trained part timers.
- The social runners with a bit of natural talent.
- The average social runners.
- The poor social runners.
- The people who signed up for a dare last night.
- The fatties.
- The concurrent walking race leaders.
- The under 10's race leaders.
- The race marshalls that were keeping the road blocks in place.
- Pedestrians who happen to be walking the same course by coincidence.
- The litter they've dropped that has been blown by a gentle breeze around the course.
- Next year's winners.
- Me.
The fact that my right shin has had a nasty bruise next to the bone for 3 weeks now isn't helping, so I guess I'll be gritting my teeth and throwing myself over the line.
If I don't post tomorrow, I died trying.
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