Well, I did it!
My official time was 1 hour and 17 seconds.
To be honest, I was a bit disappointed with my time. I know I can, and I have, run the same distance faster before, and I really wanted to run under an hour in this race. But it wasn’t meant to be.
The main reason for this was the sheer number of people in the race! The start was, for me at least, quite disorganised. There were people queuing to just get onto the road before the start line. Anyone who was wanting to run the race in over 55 minutes was grouped in a sort of running peloton, but in that group were a whole range of abilities. There were people speed-walking, people in fancy dress, people running but walking as soon as they hit a hill.
York isn’t know for its wide streets, and the course itself was rather twisty in places. There was only one bit where you could get any real momentum going- the riverside path- and by the time I was there, it was so congested with people walking that you could barely overtake.
I’m moaning, I know. I’m sorry. My chip was number 3729 over the line at the end, but in terms of time, I was number 3095. That means I ran the race quicker than 634 people who finished ahead of me. I was overtaking people right up until the finish line. I just started in the wrong place.
There were good points. York is lovely to look at, although I was pretty focused on not slamming into whoever was in front of me. The finisher’s t-shirt is pretty cool and I’m happy to have another running top. Psychologically, overtaking so many people was pretty satisfying. Until I got fed up of it. I ran in my lovely purple hospice vest, which was nice; there’s a certain camaraderie that goes with charitable running. Andy did really super well in the race, but he can tell you his time. It’s not mine to share.
Anyway, we’re hoping to do the Tholthorpe 10K in a few weeks to just fine-tune our race running and so I can get a proper PB. Also, I think both my brothers will be around and it would be really nice to run with them. There definitely won’t be thousands running it, so that’ll be peaceful.
Hey, at least I experienced running with crowds before the GNR!
Before I finish, I need to give a special shout-out to the best cheerleader in the world: my mum, wee Jude. Seeing her bounce up and down whenever I trotted into view was really motivating. As I ran down Butcher Terrace at the end, she was jumping around shouting “GO CAKEY GO! You’re nearly finished!” I wasn’t, and we both knew it, but I defy anyone to not run a little bit quicker when given such enthusiastic encouragement. You’re a wonderful mum, Jude.
I’m going to go and have a nice scone now. The cold I’ve been fighting for weeks finally reared its ugly head yesterday morning, just in time for the 10K. After the race, I went to bed and slept and slept. I did the same today, and I do feel a bit better. I’ve got to be, I’ve got to run 8 miles on Wednesday.