As the marshal turned us onto the pavement along the main road beside the park, I was settled into my stride and could identify 2 Scottish female runners up ahead of me - the closest being Lesley Chisholm (a V35 who usually beats me over shorter distances) while further ahead was Fiona Matheson (an amazing runner in the V50 category that I'm lucky enough to be friends with) - which meant that I was holding my own......so far at least.
It was tempting to stop as we passed the finish line, but as I still had Fiona in sight and Lesley hadn't shot past yet, I managed to use the support of spectators to spur me on to another lap. I'd like to think that I respect the ability of my fellow runners, though sometimes I underestimate either myself, or the fact that other runners may not always have a perfect race. I couldn't understand how I could be gaining on Fiona as we headed into the park the second time, as I've never beaten her in my life. I found myself settling in a little way behind, but then suddenly thought, "why not enjoy this hill as you're feeling strong?".
What a day.......starting out from home unsure if I was even going to run, and coming home as British Masters 10k champion (with my clubmate Lisa 3rd lady and first in her age category too)!