Well, it's been a few hours now since the British London 10K Run I participated in at around 9:30am this morning and my legs are just about starting to feel normal again. I'd say the hot bath did wonders, but the afternoon power nap really sorted me out after the trauma of running this particular distance for the first time. Damn, I really wish I wasn't a middle distance runner and could pace myself. Setting off much to fast and completing the first couple of kilometres before you could say "slow down you dopey bastard", came back to haunt my body at around the 4K mark, when a couple of stitches spiked my stomach and really made me grin and bare it through the pain threshold. Could really of done with going to the toilet before the start of the run as well. Note to self; don't drink water like it's going out of fashion before the race, as the tiny bladder will come back to kick you in the nuts halfway through...
Still, got a second wind around the 6K mark, a nice bit of drizzle kept me refreshed and I beat the psychological barrier of reaching the furthest point I'd ever run in my life once passed 8K and didn't look back until the finish. 48 minutes wasn't too bad for my first 10K, and I actually feel rather proud having raised money for Counsel and Care for the Elderly in the process. More importantly, I'm keen to do another 10K for the Multiple Sclerosis Society in the future having laid down a time to beat after this first event. Will keep you posted how this pans out, but for now £300 in the coffers of C&C will do! Woo-hoo!
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