Not Quite a PB

The race was finally done. Just over four hours after I woke up. Forty minutes of running after a nearly two hour drive and one hour wait around the start line. 

When we reached the sprawling campus where the run was held, the weather seemed cool, benevolent in September. So when the organisers announced we would be half hour delayed, I hoped the weather would hold. But it wasn’t so. It quickly became very hot, hot enough that I had to pour water several times during the two five kilometre loops. 

Technically it was a personal best, but I had done slightly better at the track at the end of last year. It seemed so long ago.

Today the race experience seemed ever so slightly underwhelming – the boys and I were all spread out – perhaps secretly I had hoped we would run like we ran at the track – in formation – keeping pace and encouraging each other.

But as always it was good to simply run, to race, to push myself like I hadn’t done in a while and to feel the energy of hundreds around me.