
Its dark, grey and gloomy from my bedroom window, my clothes are still not dry from having washed them by hand the night before and I’ve overslept; Saturday 24th October 2009 was the morning I had to run the Nike+ Human Race 10K.
After weeks of rigorous training with the boyfriend and advice from the infinite number of pro-runners in my office, I had this run down to a tee. Unfortunately for me though, 2 weeks prior to the race date I had injured my right foot walking along Chelsea’s dainty Oakley Street, after losing my balance on the crooked pavement slabs. Illness then followed and my foot had not yet fully recovered. Did I want to give up? Did I want the feeling of regret hanging over me? Just as in Cheryl Cole’s new, slightly irritating and playing-on-repeat single, quitting was absolutely out of the question and I was in no position to back –out from taking part in this global event I had worked so hard for.
So out of bed I fell, dumped my running kit in the tumble dryer, made a hearty porridge and banana breakfast and downed more water and Lucozade than a goldfish could handle. A nervous wreck, I ploughed myself onto the District line tube train to Mile End where I was to meet Ate Joan on the other side to Hackney’s Victoria Park. My breakfast was ready to come up and say hello.
After handing our bags in and using the ladies loo for the hundreth time, we set upon watching the first wave of runners, all female, pass the finish line. The winner made it in a fantastic time of 38 minutes, with not a trace of sweat in sight and happily posed for photographs seconds later. Then our ‘trainee’ wave group was called to the warm-up pit where the ever so lovely Kimberley Jay went through our course on the big screen and our warm-up began. We soon found ourselves nervously standing at the start line with the record-breaking Paula Radcliffe waiting to start us off.
After an agonising 10 kilometre run in the wind and light rain I used all the remaining energy I had left to sprint to the finish line; I had made it in 1 hour, 10 minutes and 34 seconds. What an achievement and what an amazing morning; you could not wipe the smile off our faces. To know that this run was taking place worldwide on that same day was awe-inspiring. Well done to those who took part, Iain and Darwin, ate Joan my partner, and to Claire who will join us in the next 10K run. We have definitely caught the running bug, will you?



