After a long week of work (not new anymore) and into the night...I pushed ourselves out to beat the non existent Saturday traffic to the 9am Parkrun
Got there too early, without a coffee, a tired me to the starting line.
It's the first Saturday of the month - and usually there's pacers...I see miss Sally(?) with 27:30 bib on, and vowed not to see her all the way...
Due to potential land degradation issues, they've changed the place for starting announcements - and one had to walk between those at the start toget to the bad to start...which means, an earlier forced start...
Miss 27:30 pacer explained the route to a few followers 'and it gets steeper towards the end, killer hills'..since I was slowly passing her in the downhill first kilometer... I let the chatter fade in the distance.
I know this track too well.. And when it gets harder, and when it gets steep. And today, I knew wasn't my day. I did the thing one isn't supposed to do. Walked for a minute - it was a hard push...
Near the second dip of the track miss 27:30 caught up, and so did the few followers, missing a few.
They asked me not to stop...so I pushed on....and can only hope...
Failed a sub-27, and missed official PB by 2 secs!
What could I have done better? Earlier nights, a coffee and warmup.
In contrast to my other half, I don't loathe Parkrun. I recommend it for those that needs encouragement - what I can achieve in a Parkrun is often played back at the final 5kms of a marathon (when one realizes benefits of fresh legs!)
A little tired visit to Isabella plantation after, not quite in full bloom. What a Saturday !
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