The Aston 10k
My second 10k completed! What a great race. It was such a lovely route, in fact so lovely I re-ran part of it again today to show you some pictures.
My aim for this race was to beat my 1hr 1min time from the Derby 10k. I was suffering with some horrid virus for the Derby 10k so figured I should be able to beat that time and I did! 58mins 6secs, so I’m very pleased with that, those hills have been helping loads. What I also aimed to do was try and keep my km’s under 6mins, which I did for all but 1km.
It was perfect weather for running, bit of sun, little bit of a breeze and the route went in and out of shade just right.
So, the race. Stood at the starting line proudly wearing my Team Derby Runner vest, I made sure I didn’t go out too fast. When I ran a 5mile race a few months back, I didn’t realise until the the end of the first km I was running a 5.10 km average pace, that is wayyy too fast for me. So this time 5.40 was just about right. Then 2km in I felt a little hungry, oh no not so soon! I thought porridge, toast, a banana and a slice of soreen would be enough for a race that started at 10:45am. But no that’s not enough for my mega metabolism obviously, so with a grumbling belly I persevered on. At 3km I started getting stitch, again. Getting stitch really makes me anxious when I’m running as I find it so crippling, I don’t know what causes it, maybe just inexperience?
I tried to forget about the roaring belly and the stabbing pains, not easy, but running through a beautiful bluebell woodland helped. After the woodland it was down a track and onto the Trent and Mersey canal heading towards Shardlow.
It was hot running down here, but back over the canal and onto another track and it felt like a mild gale force wind in my face. We ran back past the starting field and started a second lap through the woodland again. At just after 6km I had a second wind and felt like I could up the pace. I went from 6min/km to 5.45min/km and eventually for the last km 5.25min/km and felt really good still. Eventually back into the starting field where I was greeted with cheering from my husband and boys who ran along side me for a few metres. I could hear my husband in the background shouting ‘stop now boys that’s enough running’ they are very keen, looking back seeing the poor little Farmer limping behind was such a sweet sight.
Next up, the Sinfin Classic at Elvaston, all being well.