On Sunday 26th September, my Mother and I took part in the London Run to the Beat Half Marathon in aid of Cancer Research UK.
From when we first discussed entering RTTB it was always clear that preparation and the race itself was going to be harder for me than my Mum. My Mum is the archetypal whippet-thin natural runner who is regularly seen, dog lead in hand, dashing around our local village. I, on the other hand, was built for speed and competing. I can get to the ball (be it Net or Hockey ball) quicker than you every time, but if that ball is 13 miles away, eesh! Combine this with a horrid car accident, which left me a little sore for quite some time, as well as enrolling in a gruelling masters degree one week prior to the race, it was never going to be a comfortable experience!
As with every experience there were high’s and low’s. I’m going to write a list and let you decide:
– Bumping into my school Netball and Hockey coach
– The 45 minute delay of the race start
– Crossing the start line knowing it was going to be quite some time before I stopped running again
– Nudging my Mum at mile 3 when I spotted a girl running in a Grazia T-shirt.
– At mile 6 when the man running behind us stated “Now that’s an amazing sight”, to which my Mother asked “You mean my arse?”
– The man behind replying “Absolutely!”
– Running the race with said Mother!
– The mountainous hill at mile 7
– The spectators encouraging us that we were nearly at the top!
– The realisation that NO WE’RE NOT!
– The steward at the water point telling me to “Get it all up love” when my water went down the wrong hole.
– The spectators at mile 11 shouting that we only had “1 mile to go”-If you don’t understand the irony of that please go read elsewhere!
– Passing the 12 mile mark
– Passing the 750m mark
– Passing the 500m mark
– Passing the 200m mark
– Crossing the finish line
It is interesting how the human brain works, and specifically our competitive instinct. It is an instinct which can be sourced back to our primitive caveman days, a charactersitic shared also by the animal kingdom. Yet others also see it as a sign of our intelligence as a race. We all recognise the need to compete with the people on your course, or in your workplace, or even with your friends. But competition is not always against another person. It is possible to compete with oneself, as the pain you are in and your desire to just stop and walk the rest of the way, has a full-scale war with the fear of failure, and the pain of having to start running all over again.
This is what happened at the aforementioned mountain that was mile 7. In my head this moment is the cinematic equivalent of Bruce Banner’s transformation into the Incredible Hulk! Head down, arms pumping, legs striding and slowly the mountain became a molehill.
In that moment it became a competition against myself.
And I won.
In 2 hours and 19 seconds.
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