I nearly turned around and went home before I’d even started today. My hip was hurting and my stomach was threatening to misbehave because of last nights festivities. I’ve run on a hangover before though and I think the result was quite positive so I hung around and tried to stretch my hip out before the start was called.

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Turned out to be an unusually exciting race today, normally I’m just out there doing my thing and there just happens to be a stack of runners ahead of me, seemingly doing their thing too. Today at 3km I felt that I still had a few people in my sight and whats more, they appeared to be suffering – the race was on! I started reeling the first runner in, visualising a rope around her waist I pulled myself up to her and moved past. I think she must have been sharing my visualisation cos she just seemed to give up after being lasooed.

In the final straight I was trying to pull up to another runner, she was a lot faster than me but kept stopping to walk, sprinting off again as I joined her. It was the traditional case of the tortoise and hare though and the fact that she was being hampered a bit by her support cyclist who was telling her she had only 7 minutes to go when it was actually only 5! I think this broke her as she let me pass the next time. I meant to tell her not to let me get me away but I didn’t have the breath and anyway Hollywood was shouting at her to catch me. Aaargh! I hate being chased it scares me, so yet again Hollywood managed to push my heart rate to sick inducing levels as I crossed the finish line.

Final result: 5km in 35:54