I haven't had the chance to do a parkrun for a while after having a streak of doing 5 in a row. Last week I obviously had my aquathlon and then I had a tough session on Thursday, where my legs were feeling a bit heavy. Anyway I tried to prepare the best I can for my parkrun. I wasn't going out for a pb but I wanted to put a good solid time down, around sub 22. You are probably reading this because you want to know why this parkrun didn't go quite to plan, and you are probably wondering why I'm blogging about it, if it didn't go well. I think as a blogger, you can't just blog about all the good things which happen, because thats just not realistic, I want to write about the things which go wrong as well, because thats life. At 7:00 my alarm rang and I was quickly downstair munching my porridge, to make sure I had maximum time for my porridge to digest. After a bit of time in the morning to catch up on some social media, I found myself at Dunorlan Park warming up. After a bit of light jogging and some drills, I was ready to start, however I was feeling a little weary as I hadn't had the best night sleep the night before. It wasn't that I had had a late night, I just woke up several times in the night. I soon found myself on the start line, ready to run. 3, 2, 1... we were off. I knew what sort of pace I wanted to go at and I wanted to keep an eye out to were the other women are, because I'm not going to lie but I wanted to be first woman. The start was all very busy but quickly it all spaced out and there was a bit more space. The sun was shining and it was starting to get pretty hot, which is ideal conditions for me because this is the sort of whether I need to practice in, because I seem to loose my energy extremely quickly when its hot. Here are some snaps of me coming up to the end of my first lap. At this point of the run I wasn't feeling very strong and I felt a bit sick but I was still trying to push for good time but only about 300m in to my next lap it all started to go down hill. My legs felt extremely drained of energy and I was still feeling bit sick. I decided at this point that I wasn't going to get in around 22 minutes but I just wanted to stay steady although my pace just gradually got slower and slower and more and more people over took me. When the finish line finally came into my sight, I was pretty happy as I felt exhausted and normally I can finish strong but this time there was no strong finish. I gritted my teeth to make sure I would get in under 24 minutes, but this still was nothing to be happy about. Even though this wasn't my best race, I am still pleased I did it and it has been a learning experience too, because running doesn't alway go well. Onwards and upwards. This week I just want to make sure my legs aren't getting overworked but also I want to keep up my training, but balance it key. Love G x
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HelloI'm Grace, a 18 year old runner, and fitness fanatic. Join me on my crazy journey through life, squeezing in an adventure in every second of spare time I have. Archives
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