The morning pretty much started lay in my sisters guest bedroom listening to the pouring down rain and wondering how on earth I had forgotten to pack my baseball cap and any form of jacket or coat which by now were 40 miles away at home. After worrying over this for an hour or so it was soon early enough to message my friend Rebecca who was also running to see if I could borrow a coat. With this sorted I ate my porridge and was out the door to pick Rebecca up and make the half hour journey to the race. I wanted to park at the school so we could collect our T shirts and put them back in the car without having to walk to and from a different car park. This was no problem with ample parking that was well sign posted. We had been discussing times on the journey with Rebecca being a faster runner than myself we decided we would start in the same pen around the 58 minute or sub hour pen then I would just do my best. My personal best up until that day was 1 hour 3 seconds and I so desperately wanted to shave 4 seconds off at least to get my first sub 1 hour 10k.

It was at this point that mile 5.5 came along and I was faced with The Hill. It was steep and veered around a bend right in the middle of the shopping centre with big crowd support and a very loud drumming group. Something hit me and I panicked I had pushed too hard it felt, I was certain I was about to collapse , I really didn't want to walk but the hill was so steep and the drummers were so loud I think I had a mini panic attack. I stopped for around 10 seconds though it felt like a lifetime and gave myself a good talking to. I hadn't ran my arse off for 5.5 miles to fail in the last little bit so I did the only thing I could do... I ran!
