Back in 1993, I ran a half marathon – that’s 13.1 miles don’t you know. From memory (it was a long time ago!) I finished in about 2 hours and 8 minutes, not bad I thought, but I definitely remember being harangued at the finish line by folk handing out running magazines, who were busy telling everyone they should have been at least 10 minutes quicker, and that a subscription to their magazine would help us to shave that time off. Nothing like letting us bask in the glory, eh?
Pleased to have finished, and in a fairly respectable time (middle third, based on this year’s results) I said I’d be back to do it again.
Well, 19 years later, I’ve finally made my return to the Great Scottish Run, albeit running in the shorter 10k event. And about time too!
Sunday was the big day, and I’m pleased to say that not only did I finish the race, I did it in an official time of 51 minutes and 30 seconds, which was as good as I’d dared hope for, and better than the 55 minutes or so I was more realistically expecting. And the 60-65 minutes I’d guessed at when I filled in the entry form just a few short weeks before.
No chance – I’ve caught the bug now. What started back at Easter as a way to burn off some extra calories has now turned into a genuine hobby, something which I’ve grown to enjoy, and something I’ll keep doing for a long time to come. I’ve already started looking for the next race, in spring/early summer 2013, with early candidates being Edinburgh, Lincoln and Hull. I’ll also be back at the Great Scottish Run to hopefully smash this year’s time into little pieces. Or something like that.
There is, of course, a big part of me that’s keen to step things up, and go for the half marathon again – after all, I’ve done it once so why can’t I do it again? The sensible part of me knows, though, that I’m no longer 17, and my knees are DEFINITELY no longer 17, so I’m going to stick with 10k races for the time being.
But longer term my sights are definitely on eclipsing my youthful self, and maybe 2014 is the year to do it. With the Commonwealth Games coming to town that year, I expect the Great Scottish Run will be an even bigger occasion than it already is, so what better time to step up to the next level?
Assuming my knees haven’t buckled by then, of course.
EDIT: It occurred to me last night that I didn’t explain this post’s title, and it probably won’t be recognisable to most. It’s the opening line to a song, A’s “The Distance“, which came blasting into my ears at about 7k into Sunday’s race, just when I wanted to pick up the pace. Perfect timing, because it was an ideal song to help me do just that. So thanks A!