Juneathon Day 7: The one where I raced a dog.
Otherwise known as my first parkrun in…forever. Where I not only raced a dog – I won! Goal = smashed. 5k done. Thankyouverymuch. The end.
So there you have it.
…but if you want specifics, I guess you can read on. Spoilsports.
The starting line
Feeling a bit nervous (as it’s been a while), but also excited to be back running again.
And we’re off…
Around 500m in
“Umm, this actually feels kinda OK. Breathing is easy, legs are fresh(ish).”
Checks Garmin: “Woah – great pace.”
Excitement starts to rise: “I think I might beat my parkrun PB today!“
“Goodness, is it really only 1k? That last bit went kinda slowly. Never mind, I have a goal to reach: Onwards to the finish line and a new PB!”
“I’ll just stop for a little breather. Just a short walk won’t hurt.”
“Have they lengthened the course? I think my Garmin is broken.”
Spots teeny-tiny dog.
Hatches new plan.
Pretends it was the plan all along.
“The dog has only overtaken me four times, but that hill is my chance to take the lead again.
I got this.”
“I don’t got this.”
“Never mind the parkrun PB – please just let me beat the dog.”
New burst of energy found.
The finish line
Sense of relief.
I did eventually ‘win’ (cough), but for a teeny-tiny dog, she really had some get-up-and-go!
Here she is crossing the finish line:
(Yes, I waited around. Yes, I snuck a photo. Yes, they both had no idea they were involved in my plans)
Then after finishing, off she pranced without losing a breath!
…I wonder if she wants a training partner…?
So there you have it. Ruby Sneakers: smashing hastily revised and slightly ridiculous goals since June 2014.
It was actually a great morning, and we even broke the attendance record.
Congrats, Launceston parkrun! (photo from their facebook page)
I’m already looking forward to next week.
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