This photo sums up my day! Hugging the nice medical lady that helped me on the course, with a few tears and a medal slung around my neck.
Highs n Lows
As I wheeled my bicycle back to my car at around 4pm on Sunday, through the picturesque grounds of National Trust’s Stourhead Estate, a few people asked me: ‘good race?’
I ran out of the lake 109/200. Not bad. The grass was icy cold and I couldn’t feel my feet at this point. I’d been in the lake for around 40 mins, although it felt more like 20 at most.
I passed two girls on the final 8 miles who both missed cut off. I was the last bike in to make it. Position 184th out of 200 starters.
If I wasn’t going to come LAST in the race, I really had my work cut out for me!
My parents greeted me on the lawn as I dismounted my bike. I was so happy to see them. I had cramps! I said merrily. I didn’t think I was going to make it! I stopped for a picture. I knew that since I had made the cut off time, I was going to make it. I had three hours to run a half marathon. My half PB is 1.37 so I felt that this was the easy bit.