I feel like I am forever prefacing my posts with ‘I’m sorry’ – so let’s skip apologies for the delay in getting this post to you (oh darling readers o’ mine) and get into the good and juicy details.
Sunday morning I woke up with the most mixed emotions. I was excited that I would be able to spend the morning side by side with one of my closest friends, and later found out that I would get to join in breakfast celebrations too, which just boosted my enthusiasm for the morning tenfold. But I was anxious as a mother clucker because it was hand down the most unprepared I have ever been for an event. The event was the HBF 12km run and, although my darling assured me that it would be for ‘fun’ and there was no pressure, I naturally in my true virgo styles put pressure and expectations on myself and from the get go felt like I’d flail.
I thought, to make this post readable and not a tedious play by play of the morning, I’ll crack the subheadings and give you the important deets. Sound good? Yes!
Feeling empowered and all ‘girl powered’ at the start line I felt for the first time that morning that ‘Yes, I can do this and I won’t die’. I loved the pre race chatter between my friend and I at the start line. We covered philosophical topics, trivial pointless chit chat, gossip, d and m’s and everything else in between – keeping this running tradition with this girl is what got me up that morning and I just hoped it was enough to fuel me for the run. I made myself a promise – that I would give 110% Whether that meant running the full 12km straight or only making it 1km in – I would give it my absolute all.
Something clicked. My beautiful friend proclaimed her belief in me (thank you chicken!) and I decided that I wasn’t done and I had more in me. I pushed myself so hard mentally over the next 4km and I can say, hand to heart, that I had nothing left in the tank at the end. We crossed the finish line in 1hour 16min and averaged a 6min30 pace. Not a fab time but believe it or not it was actually a PB (I later discovered) so I am extremely happy. My amazing friend killed this run and I know that she could smash out a 60min run if she wasn’t supporting me so I am so grateful that she sacrificed her run to see me over the line.
Good food, a cup o’ hot coffee, beautiful company, incredible chats. I freakin’ adore breakfast. The best possible post race reward – nutritionally and emotionally. I left feeling like I could run another 12km. I had that much energy and adrenalin, but alas I didn’t even attempt it. I was done and dusted baby!
Somewhere between breakfast and bedtime I went wrong. My knee seized up and I was left with pretty intense pain on the side of my right knee. I hobbled up and down stairs at Subiaco Oval (go the Dockers) and I knew something was up. I googled (and prepared myself for the inevitable misdiagnosis and scary worst-case-scenario suggestion of ‘cancer’ to pop up) and it turns out my symptoms were pretty on par with Runner’s knee. So I had a date with a bag of ice, a heatbag and some ibuprofin. I’ve taken it pretty easy since Sunday, doing my first semi intense workout this evening, and so far so good. The knee feels back to normal and I’ll test it with a sneaky run this week.
Blessings from my overflowin’ heart’s ever increasing, cardio challenged heart rate x