As I mentioned previously, I am a member of the Harvel Hash House Harriers (a running club with a drinking problem). Every year the club organise a 5 mile run for around 800people. This was the 17th year and my first ever race.
I wasn’t sure what to expect – even though I had sat in on a meeting or two – and to be honest got quite nervous about it. Getting ready was supposed to be the easy part of the day but even that was a panic, I couldn’t seem to figure out the best way of attaching my tracking chip without it hanging off my laces making me look like a complete amateur (even in running no one wants to look like they don’t know what they’re doing!) and to top that trying to find a safety pin when you really need one is mission impossible – I guarantee even Tom Cruise would struggle.
The weather was hot and sunny and if running wasn’t part of the day’s plan then it would be ideal. I was really impressed with the set up of the day, there was a buzz of other runners and supporters along with the 70 odd helpers. The quiet little village had completely sprung to life with neon lycra outfits dotted all over the place.
At this point I would like to apologise to my Mum because until the run began I couldn’t relax therefore making it difficult for her to do anything (nerves were getting the best of me). Continue reading