Running the BUPA Great Women’s 10k Run
Crikey! What a tremendous day I had yesterday! I was one of 7000 women who took part in the Bupa Great Womens 10k. Let me be honest from the outset. I have a love hate relationship with running. I took part in my first race about 20 years ago and was nippy with a ton of energy, and over the years have got progressively worse! Until yesterday! I have got my running Mojo back.
I did my last training day on Thursday, and it was amazing. So many women out running in Bellahouston Park waving to each other and giving each other a thumbs up and a knowing look of ‘yup I’ll be there on Sunday too’. It was so heart warming and I had a real feeling of excitement about stepping up to the plate. However, I can’t stress enough how important it was to prepare for this. Keeping well hydrated, staying away from cider the night before (hello? On a Saturday night?) a good friend suggested eating loads of pasta for dinner which I don’t normally eat a lot of but I thought hmmm. Good idea. Went to Dinos on Sauchiehall Street after work. Job done. I deserved that. That was about 6pm, then I had a second dinner at about 9pm, loads of protein, and a salmon fillet. For those who don’t know me, I advocate eating like a caveman, protein and vegetables. And I only buy food if I recognise it. For example, chicken nuggets… what bit of the chicken? What kind of chicken? Jog on… not buying or eating that… and of course staying away from wheat. I know I need to be a bit tougher on myself with this but a good example is that I don’t have bread in the flat at all. And I have also had to put a ban on myself from having peanut butter and strawberry jam in the house at the same time because I know I will find something to slap it on to. My dirty little secret is that at one point I was a bit ‘Elvis’ with my food and thought nothing of having a fried peanut butter and strawberry jam sandwich. Heart attack on a plate.
Normally when I go out running I am on my own, and more often than not have a bit of skive and stop a few times, but yesterday, despite some rain, I felt very driven but the other women running with me, and also some friends who made a huge effort to come out and cheer me on, it really did lift my spirits! When I got to the 1km marker, I thought, wow that was quick, then I saw my best friend Kirsty, then I noticed her Mum! So I had to run back for a hug. 2km comes along and boom! Team Oxley is out to cheer me on as the route went past their front door! It was at this point I thought to myself, ok, keep this pace up, nice and steady, and I can get there in a decent time.
The things that I noticed most when I was running were, people waving from inside their houses, potholes (Sheeesh!), the t-shirts of the other women who were running, some with pictures of people they were running for, or in memory of, and I got to wondering what their stories were. I think that if someone chooses to tell you about themselves, tell you their story, it’s an honour, because they must feel that you deserve to hear it. I heard a few yesterday after the race. I won’t go into them here because they are very personal but it was amazing when I realised that most the reasons for running were for people still alive, raising funds for research.
So anyway! Back to the race! Got to Pollock Park and thought, oh oh, that’s what my hips feel like, but by then determination had kicked in and hell, all kindsa no, I was not going to skive and walk. Then came the 7k marker. Then my breathing started to get a bit laboured, big effort here to slow it down and just keep going, oh look highlands cows…
8k! You dancer! And there’s my mate Kirsty again with the Parentals! Oh I needed that! I got a bit over enthusiastic at this point and strode out a bit too much, slow it down slow it down… oh wow… 800 metres to go. I can do this I can do this… And then something else kicked in and I mentally knew how far I had to go. Loads of people out cheering. amazing.
Loads of women hi fiving each other at the finish line, strangers shouting ‘Well Done!’… and then a slow walk home. A group of teenagers stopping me in the street to ask why I am wearing a race number… and then offering me some Maltesers… love it! And then… the best hot shower in the whole wide world.
So today, I am very excited about my next race, as I have really got my confidence back running, and yes I wish my hips maybe didn’t feel so stiff but its all good. Done and dusted. Next!
Written by Elizabeth Bandeen – Massage Therapist