Last year when I decided to run a marathon, I was really hoping that April 21st would be the day – it’s my birthday and London marathon was scheduled for that day. Unfortunately I didn’t get a place though and I ran my marathon in Paris two weeks ago. It was an amazing experience and I realise now that it doesn’t matter where you race – you still cover the same distance and feel the same amount of pride.
I still wanted to do a little race on my birthday though so when I saw that there was a 10k in Finsbury Park in north London, I signed us up – me, hubs and the 8-year old for the kids’ 2km one. I hadn’t raced there before so I had no idea it was so freaking hilly! My quads were sore to begin with from being back at Crossfit and the hills just made them burn. I haven’t experienced that during a race before, it probably shows I have to do hilly races more often! :)
I had hoped to beat my PB of 49 minutes but after the first 5km lap I was only on track to finish in 50 minutes and I knew that there was no way I could speed up in the last 5km. I wasn’t too disheartened though, I knew I was pushing myself to the max. When I crossed the finish line at 50:50:20, a trophy was handed to me with “female runner up” written on it. I was so confused, I wanted to give it back cause I didn’t believe I had come 4th :D I had to wait for the times to be displayed before I kept it.
So that was a good birthday surprise. I’ve never been anything but 300th-something in a race :)
The kiddo had fun too – we ran the first lap with him and hubs ran the second as well. He looked totally beat when he crossed the finish line but as soon as I asked him how it was, he said without hesitation, still panting : “Awesome.”
I took a photo of him and his medal and had a tear in my eye.
After racing we had brunch at the park cafe and then let the kids play some more while we soaked up the sun. What a perfect birthday :)