It was quite mild this morning compared to recent days and dry, at least for the run. I was looking forward to this parkrun. My last PB was a couple of months back and with my fancy new watch, I decided to try and go for gold.
Unfortunately, after I’d started I realised I must have pressed something I shouldn’t have as the watch was only showing the time and I had to settle for the pace alert each mile. I knew I’d have to be around 7.25 if I was going to have any chance of a PB and I was there or thereabouts each mile. No surprise that the hill was a killer but having blown a PB the previous week by walking at the top, I gave myself a good talking to and kept going to the finish line. The watch showed a PB by a few seconds and luckily the email later confirmed it, 23.29, so happy days.
I’ve managed to get round at 23 minutes several times over the last couple of months and I feel that I ran at my absolute limit this morning. I have to remember that the marathon is the prize and though a sub 23 would be great, I really don’t want to push too hard and injure myself.
I was having a cuppa with a couple of club mates after and it suddenly struck me that I was very close to my 50th parkrun, in fact I was a little concerned that it had actually been today and I’d forgotten. Luckily that wasn’t the case and I’ll be celebrating this next week.