Chichester 10k

It's not the same without sis, whatever her name is at the time, but she made the decision not to get out of bed unless there's a medal involved, and this race gives mugs to finishers.  So at stupid o'clock in the morning CS, LoR and I headed off to Chichester whilst sis was tucked up in bed under a nice warm duvet/man/delete as appropriate

Instead of sis, I ran with a beepy thing on my wrist.  A shiny new huge orange beepy thing about the size of a laptop.  It's one of those contraptions that tells you everything you wanted to know, a lot of things you don't, and a bunch of things you will never understand about the activity you are currently doing.  People in the know call it a Garmin.

As I may have mentioned before (but may have been far to embarrassed), CS got me one of these Garmin contraptions for Christmas.  About a month before Christmas.  As I may have mentioned before (but may have been far to embarrassed) I have a MSc in Astrophysics.  Could I work out how to use the Garmin?  Could I hell.  It took me two months to figure out how to switch it on, let alone get it to tell me things I will never understand.  I still can't get it to tell me the time*.

What it did tell me was that I finished the race in 1hr 1min and 57 seconds (I wanted to know that), I should have died of a heart attack in the process (I didn't want to know that), and that the elevation corrections were disabled (not sure what that means).  So it did the job just fine.

Boring race report

I will let the Garmin do the talking.....

What my Garmin had to say about the race.  I ran 10.16k in 1:01:56 minutes and my heart exploded

I'm not sure what's better, smashing my PB by over 5 minutes, or not dying in the process.  I feel so chuffed about this result, so much better than I thought I'd do.  I wonder what I could do if I tried a little bit harder?

NOTE TO SELF.  Do NOT immediately sign up for another race.   Especially one that's longer, harder and involves lots of stress.  Definitely ignore e-mails from people who entered the Brighton Half but got injured and are offering their place in exchange for a donation to charity.  Even if that charity helps very cute puppies.

What, no medal?  Just a stupid mug.  On the RIGHT.

* Ha!  Guess what?  It can't!