|47p||Postage to send in race registration|
|£9.85||Coach to/from Leeds|
|9 hours||Time spent on a bus to/from Leeds|
|£35||Single room in rundown hotel|
|90p||Bus ride to Roundhay Park|
|£10||Registering again because they never received the original|
|5 miles||Of gentle hills down paved paths|
|2° C||Air trying to suck the energy from my body|
|33:30 minutes||Of mind numbing, body punishing running|
But throwing up at the finish line and getting a t-shirt for my efforts made it all worth while. Although it was a pretty pathetic puking. Mostly water and stomach acid.
I ran a good race. I started and ended strong, which was my goal. The middle miles were a bit slow, my legs were burning pretty good, unused to the build up of lactic acid. I didn’t train at all race for the race. I’ve only been on a dozen light runs since I’ve been in London. I didn’t have a watch on and thought I was running quite slow, especially when people started passing me in the middle miles. But a 33:30 would have been a 41:37 pace for a 10 km run. Not blazing fast, but not slow either, especially considering the conditions (and my condition). I attribute my result to general fitness from all the walking and sheer determination.