Weekly Round Up #6 (01/09 – 07/09)
Despite barely being able to walk on Monday, I decided it would be a really good idea if I went on a trail run with my mum and the running club. It was lovely, and to be fair, did do my leg a lot of good (after the first mile when I honestly considered sitting in the middle of the road crying, waiting for a car to run me over).
The Boyfriend told us we wouldn’t need our trail shoes, so I didn’t wear my shiny new trail shoes. Which meant I was up to my ankles in mud in my normal running shoes… Okay, it wasn’t quite that bad. But I did poke fun at the Boyfriend for his misunderstanding of the email we’d been sent. Unfortunately, he can run a lot faster than me, so I’m not sure it really sank in.
Afterwards, we had chip butties. These went down incredibly well.
On wednesday I did try out my trail shoes, very briefly. My leg was still killing me, making me slightly concerned for sunday’s seven mile multi-terrain race. Trail shoes were very comfortable though!
On saturday, I made the most of my new, lighter schedule to go to a local beer fest. Taylor works at the farm that hosted it, and she’d been asked to play some acoustic sets in-between the main acts, so she invited me along to sing with her and we got Mr T and Mum in on our guest passes. The guest passes included a strip of beer tokens which – given that Taylor and I don’t really drink beer and Mr T was driving – Mum got a lot of joy out of.
Our cute little acoustic stage
We were all set to play on our tiny acoustic stage when they bumped us up to the main stage because one of the acts hadn’t turned up. We were very underprepared (acoustic is VERY different to main stage amped up) but we winged it and I think people enjoyed!
The slightly more intimidating ‘Main’ stage
On Sunday, we set off early for the seven mile multi-terrain run. I wasn’t nervous, because I knew I could walk seven miles. Running would be hard, but if I had to stop, I’d have to stop (I had to stop a LOT). What I didn’t anticipate was that Mum and I would be the most rubbish runners there – her slightly ahead of me!
I don’t say this to be a downer on myself. I am a better runner than a huge majority of people because I do it. But in the running community, Mum and I are always happy volunteers to be ‘back markers.’ It’s become something of a running joke.
There are usually some people who struggle more than us at events. There are usually people entering who don’t run regularly or who are doing it for the first time, or even are planning on walking. I’ve come 29th out of 32 in a ParkRun before, but in a field that small, I felt this was quite an achievement!
I don’t know if it was the prospect of running seven miles, multi terrain (multi terrain is MUCH harder than road running) or if the thought of being shown up by all the army boys put people off, but there was no one there who was worse than me. So I knew I’d be coming last. I made a slightly hungover Mum promise not to leave me behind!
The race was amazing. A really challenging course, with plenty of scaling what felt like cliff-faces (which were a welcome break, as you had to clamber, not run up them). Somehow the Boyfriend managed to do it in less than an hour, despite declaring in the morning that he didn’t feel well. He came in just ahead of the first woman, which made me laugh – they were apparently calling ‘First Woman!’ as he crossed the line!
He came back for me at the end, running about another mile on top of what he’d already done. I didn’t much appreciate his encouragement at the time (on account of feeling like I was dying) but I do always love that he comes back to make sure I get over the line. His support keeps me going, as much as I want to punch him at the time.
The entire field of runners was waiting for us to finish. I would have maybe been embarrassed if I’d had the mental capacity to think about anything bar putting one foot in front of the other. I couldn’t breathe – my throat was so tight I was squeaking every time I tried to take a breath – and I would have been crying had there been enough liquid in me to generate tears. Hugely emotional, and feeling so proud to have accomplished so much, I crossed the line. Last place.
Last place has never felt better!