Yes I'm out there and doing it. The Sting, that is. No it's not a crazy dance from the 60s. It's our running club's 10k race which this year is on 14 July. And the Sting? Well that's the last mile and believe me, if you're not prepared for it you might as well pack up and go home. Two glute-wrenchingly horrific hills and an uphill finish. Pure torture. So three weeks ago I made a pledge to myself to run the route every week. Can I get anyone to run with me? Hah! So every time I do it I find myself bursting into the market place like a Wild Woman of Wongo, all breathless and gasping like a maniac. Meanwhile all the normal people are going about their daily business, standing chatting, posting a letter etc. What must they think? Plus I have to struggle up a hill right next to the school and cross my fingers that my kids aren't going to spot me. Oh the shame for them!
Excellent news on Wed 1 May when I did the first
Croxby Crawl of the season and managed to knock two and a half minutes off last year. Woo hoo! What a course that is. I think I may have left a lung on that last hill.
Anyway onwards to my next race which is the 10k Trailblazer at Clumber Park on 18 May. Bring it on!
