I am undoubtedly going to get a scolding for this post but I don’t care, it’s worth it.
My mum – aka Nanny – ran the Race For Life 5k!
Very proud daughter here.
I signed up for the 10k and suggested to my mum she did the 5k with me straight after. She hasn’t been out running but she does walk a lot and she enjoyed it when we ran it 2 years ago with my daughter. So I signed her up.
Then asked her.
It’s ok she was up for it. I then asked a fellow roadrunner for an idea of a plan to get her to the end of the 5k and he suggested 1 minute run : 1 minute walk.
Sunday morning I headed down to the start line of the 10k. There were quite a few less people than what I remember from 2 years ago which was a bit disheartening. I got there just as the warm up was finishing so I made my way to the start. Joe was coming down later with the youngest on the bikes and my mum was going to meet me at the finish line.
There was a minutes silence so we could think about the reason for this run. My mother in law passed away from cancer before I had the opportunity to meet her and I often think about how different things would be if she was here. The minutes silence however was rudely disturbed by yet again someone playing their music out loud. I was not impressed to say the least. To show such disrespect is beyond me.
I chose not to push it – or to be more accurate my body chose to remind me I had completed a ‘rather tough challenge’ just the weekend before. I also had a heart monitor on which, despite the doctors promise of it not being really obvious and of course I could do my usual activities wearing it, it was ironically killing me. With every stride it was ripping a layer of skin of my chest and side. I did however actually look like Ironman – or Ironwoman in my case ha ha.
The route took me past my friends house twice. She had decided not to run it but had said she would be at her window to wave me on. She wasn’t. Her cat was, but she was not. Pretty sure she was sitting on her comfy couch eating her breakfast in the warmth. Yes. I was jealous.
It was 2 laps and in all honesty nothing exciting. I was more geared up for the 5k with my mum! I came in at a good time and Joe and my youngest were at the finish which was nice.
We headed over to pick up our numbers. I had signed up quite late so they weren’t posted out. The 5k wasn’t starting for another half an hour so I ran back to the car to get a banana. Before long it was the starting line again.
We opted for the back of the ‘joggers’ as they were labelled and started with a 2 minute run. I had to keep telling my mum to slow down as she was intent on going as fast as she could. We went past Joe and Oliver which was a good boost for her. I had text my friend to say we were coming past and true to form she was up at her window with her boys (and cat) waving away. Obviously she’d finished her breakfast ha ha.
We went round by the river and there was a bit of a headwind but it was ok. The walk/run/walk was working well and I was doing my best to convince her to keep it up. One day I will get her at park run!
On to the last stretch and she pushed it that little bit more.
Next year I’m going to sign her up for Pretty Muddy. Who knows, it might be Tough Mudder after that!