Race
So I was ready to say no when Laura asked me if I wanted to run a 5 mile race. Not because I couldn’t do it or because I didn’t want to but more from this instinctive response I’ve built up to some things (read most things).
In any case, at this point in time for reasons unknown – but possibly linked to meditating daily* – I decided this week there wasn’t really a reason why I shouldn’t. So I did, got up at 5:45 and meditated for 15 minutes. Had breakfast and then drove off.
On a side note, the quiet of Sunday mornings is just plain lovely. Not the same when you’re going to work but at the weekend, you can just sort of revel in it. Having the roads, almost, to yourself is so nice.
Got there early, registered, started to get nervous, probably didn’t warm up enough to be honest, did a bit more worrying, met up with Laura and her friends and then before I knew it we were off.
The best bit of the race was running across the bridge, sun out, no traffic, people all around, the views out across the Mersey, the bridge looming overhead and the only sound was of a few hundred footsteps. Just glorious.
Race itself wasn’t too bad, didn’t really know how to pace myself, could possibly have run a faster pace but clearly died towards the end, need to learn to do my laces up a little better. Fun though!
When’s next time?
*I am meditating daily, twice daily most days and while I am definitely doing things differently I just don’t want to jinx it.
April 24, 2011