Getting my hopes up again…

On Sunday I will take part in my latest 10k race. Regular readers will know that I’m under no illusions as to actually winning. Or even placing in the first thousand, as it goes. Finishing is always a little bit of a surprise.

However, it’s fair to say that I’ve been getting my hopes up again.

Recently, while viewing my latest run statistics on Strava, I scrolled down my feed to find an ‘On this day 4 years ago’ notification, letting me know that this time (April) fours years ago I’d ran a 51 minute 10k. Now for a lot of people that’s not particularly quick, even for some in my age group. I was staggered though.

I’m not one for remembering personal bests and stuff like that, but I was taken aback at this 51 minute revelation for a number of reasons.

Firstly, I couldn’t remember being this quick. Secondly, this would have been under 6 months before I would collapse with heart issues (in the security queue in Manchester airport!) and I would have been suffering with the palpitations that would ultimately lead to having a pacemaker fitted 7 months later. And finally, because since having said pacemaker (and being ‘fixed’) I’ve struggled to break 55 minutes, let alone 51!

It left me feeling perplexed, to be honest. A little bit amazed that I’d been running so quickly (for me) at that time, but also feeling quite annoyed at what having a pacemaker has done for me. That’s a feeling that I can get quite often and I’ve decided that there’s no point dwelling on it. After all, it most likely saved my life, so running a bit slower shouldn’t be too much of an issue. Which is where getting my hopes up comes in…

This coming Sunday I’m running the Pontefract 10k. I’ve had 7 whole weeks of training and have been able to get out for most of that on more than one occasion per week. For each of those weeks I’ve managed at least a 10k training run as well as another shorter one and sometimes even a bit of something else like yoga or a walk. In short, training has gone pretty well, which is far from usual for me. For the last couple of years it seems like I’ve been either ill or injured coming up to a race and have rarely stood on the start line feeling like I’m going to do myself justice. And so I’ve been getting my hopes up.

Sunday’s weather doesn’t look too bad. A suggestion of rain, but barely any wind. I know the course quite well and although it’s hilly so are my training routes. And training has gone well over these last 7 weeks. I’ve not got a cold, nor am I feeling signs of any sickness at all. I’ve even got a new inhaler! I’m not hopeful of getting anywhere near that 51 minutes, but if I could get in under 55 then I’d be thrilled. Fingers crossed that after what can feel like endless uphill sections during the last 3 miles, I’ve still got enough in the legs to put in a big finish over that final mile or so. I’ll let you know how it went. Wish me luck!