Keep on running

So yesterday was the day of the Macmillan 10K run, something I signed up for months ago and figured that I had plenty of time to reach the 6 miles needed to breeze over the finish line... it's amazing how those weeks flew by and all of a sudden I was faced with the prospect of doubling my personal best for distance and time, yikes.

Luckily for me the conditions were perfect, cloudy with a light breeze and the setting of Regent's Park just interesting enough to keep me going round the course the three times (looking out for animals in the monkey cages of London Zoo certainly made the final straight that little bit easier)

It was the first time Macmillan has held a 10k race of its own, so it was small, but perfectly formed. The support around the course was brilliant, if not a little embarrassing when people you've vaguely seen around the office start calling out your name as it's printed on the front of your shirt. Boyfriend, friend and even my bosses zoomed away at the beginning of the pack, but I kept my pace slow and steady, with only the Ipod to keep my concentration.

Amazingly, and I'm still not quite sure how this happened, I managed to run the whole way and made it across the line in 1 hour 4 minutes. In true Jen style I celebrated with a glass of wine at lunch, not realising the effects that would have on my already dehydrated body, but I reckon I deserved it.

As promised, sweaty photos to give those who sponsored me a laugh... anyone out there still feeling generous - http://www.justgiving.com/jenthorley

Ouch

Celebrated the beautiful weather by dragging myself out of bed at the crack of dawn on Saturday (well 8am... but that's super-early for most 25 year olds with nothing better to do on the weekend), and heading off for a run in my new local park. Yes, to add to my training, fundraising and gig organising I decided moving flats would also be a good way to use up a bit more of that spare time I have!

But it is lovely, a sunny beautiful place... unfortunately I also discovered it has a big fat hill. The first lap was fine, with a steady incline at the beginning to get the heart pumping and a nice gentle slope down to lull me into a false sense of security (and smugness)... but after the first lap of the park, I was back to the hill, and twenty minutes in with the sun beating down, I struggled up the second time, gasping for oxygen and water. I can only describe the pain in my hips that afternoon as worse than childbirth.

BUT.... I did make it around and managed my longest run to date- 39 minutes and 4 miles (well just under, but it sounds better). I'm still a little concerned that my 10k is only three weeks away and I've got to up my running time by at least half an hour but everyone keeps promising me that in race conditions it'll be easier... I'm just praying that Regent's Park is flatter than Brockwell and that it's raining.