It took me nearly a year to beat my Parkrun PB. All those weeks of pushing myself hard, only to end up finishing within a few seconds of my PB. I’m certainly a consistent runner.
And then, eventually, I did it. I knocked a whole second off my time. Just a second, but it was still a PB.
And what did I do the following week?
I got a really good start. I ran really fast until I could bear it no longer and then I settled down to a steady pace. I wasn’t thinking about a PB, because it had just taken me a year to beat it. I was just going to do a good run. We were on the summer course for the first time this year (our Parkrun has a summer course for about eight months of a year and a winter course for just four). The extra bit of grass was damp and quite slippy. Not ideal for running fast.
The warmer days have brought out an influx of new runners – young, tall, slim girls who run faster than me. No chance of me being third female this week, as I have been a couple of times this year.
But the time on my watch looked good.
In fact, the time on my watch always looks good. I do the maths and think I can beat my PB, but somehow I never do.
But, actually, it looked really good. Still a minute to my PB and not far to run. Just a hill to get up. How fast could I get up that hill?
I crossed the line and it looked like I’d knocked 10 or even 12 seconds off my PB! I couldn’t believe it! All those weeks of trying and then I beat it two weeks in a row. And this was properly beating it, not just knocking a second off it.
When the official time came through it was better than expected. I’d actually knocked 17 seconds off! My 5k time is now 23:05, so I think getting to a time starting with 22 is now a realistic goal for me. Not bad for an old bird!
Apart from that, I was 84th out of 448 runners, sixth female across the line and 1st in my age category by a full two and a half minutes. And my age percentage put me on an equal footing with the younger woman who had beaten me.
All in all, a very satisfactory Parkrun!