I am not a Number... May 14 2013
No, this isn't a blog about "The Prisoner" and prisoner "Number Six" but if you add my entry number up, it comes to six! Hence the title, clever eh? No? Oh okay, I'll move swiftly on... Over the weekend, my friend Emma and I went to Hastings where Emma’s Uncle Paul and Auntie Carol live to do a 5 mile charity run along the seafront. To be honest, I thought I was going to struggle as I hadn't really prepared for it because I had forgotten all about it… until 2 weeks ago!
And up until a week ago, Emma and I found out that her Uncle Paul was one of the sponsors so no pressure there then!
As we waited near the back for the race to start, it made me nervous seeing people looking professional and polished in their running attire, swinging their legs back and forth loosening their muscles with a pair of £200 running trainers on the end of each leg.
New trainers everyone??
"Linda, it's ALL for show." said Auntie Carol trying to make me feel a bit better. "What, you mean all the gear but no idea?" I queried. "Yes, pay no attention, you'll be fine." she said reassuringly. "Just run at your own pace and enjoy it." said Uncle Paul who has run the London Marathon six, yes SIX times!!! As I said, no pressure, walking any of this was not going to be an option!
Although the wind was pushing us back and hindering that day, the sea air seemed to help with my breathing giving me more oxygen than normal but it did nothing for the dreaded stitch I keep getting when I run. "Just relax!" shouted a lady spectator at us. "That's all very well for her to say that when she's not doing the running!" a fellow lady runner said as she saddled up beside me. She had a point, it is easy to say something like that when you're not battling against the elements over a 5 mile stretch and with a stitch (irritation of the diaphragm I'm told). Anyway, I managed to run through the pain, how I don't know but I completed the 5 miles in 51 minutes and 11 seconds with which I was pleased considering the stopwatch started as soon as the gun went off and we were near the back and I got a stitch. Did I mention I got a stitch?? Emma came in just before me at 50 minutes 46 seconds. The fastest time was 28 minutes and 11 seconds, a whole 23 minutes quicker than me! Well at least I didn't come last...
Both happy with our times and feeling good about ourselves, we guzzled a cup or two of water while admiring our shiny medals and Emma’s Uncle Paul rewarded us with an ice-cream each (you're never too old for an ice-cream) before heading back for a shower and a spot of lunch of roast chicken, chips, homemade coleslaw and a rocket salad mixed with grapes and tangerine, yum, it was delicious!
Me and a Banksy getting totally windswept on Hastings seafront
PS A titbit for anyone who gets a stitch while out running... Put your hands on your head and keep on running. You might look a bit of an idiot doing it but apparently it works. Thank you Emma's Uncle Paul for telling me that...