The Abbey Dash
17 seconds is not very long at all. Ordinarily, you lose 17 seconds without even noticing they’ve slipped away, gone forever.
Sometimes, though, 17 seconds is forever, bending time and space with its sheer There-ness.
I had made much hullabaloo about trying to run the Abbey Dash in under 50minutes, but those 17 seconds unequivocally wedged themselves between me and that goal.
On race day, I wanted to run by myself rather than together with Mum – to be alone in the zone as I pushed myself. And push myself I fricken did. 10K is such a ghastly distance, with not one second’s respite from running yourself ragged.
I had high hopes at first, but it was at 8K that I suddenly knew for certain I wasn’t going to come in under 50 minutes. 8K had taken me 40 minutes and 21 seconds, and so each of the last 2K would have to be run at 4:50 pace rather than 5:00. Those paces look so so similar as I write them! Less than 4% difference. But the world of pain in my legs and heart, and the HILL before the finish line, knew otherwise.
I came in at 50:17, not a PB, but a course PB. Disappointing but I can definitely hold my head high, and start planning for the next 10K.
And Mum? She came in at 49:51… I hope she’ll have me back and let me run with her again next time.
We’ve been half wondering where all of our comments are for a while now. You guys chatter on ALL the time with us on Twitter, we’ve recently started getting some ‘100 Like’ photos on our Instagram and you make us smile on Facebook too. But we never seemed to get any comments on here. Like, ever.
We just make like Swifty and Shook it Off. But then David (who makes some of our great playlists) mentioned the other night that he had written a mega-long comment in response to Sarah’s speedwork article, only to have it disappear entirely. And that it had happened to him several times over the last year.
Turns out, our spam filter has been chucking all of your lovely comments into the bin, along with the 1500 spam comments we get a day. We’re so sad – all of that natter, lost forever! We hate the idea that you’ve been thinking that we’re ignoring you, too.
I *think* I’ve fixed the problem – an overenthusiastic plugin activated in the Summer has been quieted. Please, give us another chance and let us know if it’s truly working. I’d really appreciate a comment or two so I can check that I’m not just chucking my words like letters to Santa up the chimney.