The Finish Line
It was the 10K today. I made it to the finish line in 1 hour and 7 minutes, two minutes under my target, so that was great.
High point: when a woman with a megaphone, at about 6k, said to the running multitude, “If you run a wee bit faster, you might win!”
Low point: at the end, when some bright spark had decided to take down the big letters that you go to to meet up with people afterwards, so 14,000 women all dressed the same were stoating around in the wind and rain trying to find their pals.
Apart from that, it was great: a blur of pink, t-shirts; a series of funky rhythms from various drumming ensembles; an orange jelly-baby I’d have been better off without; leaden legs; gazelle-mode for the home straight and then the wind and rain kicked off.
So, that’s the finish of the running for a while.