That was my Thursday last week. I was in London for work, and it neatly coincided with the JP Morgan challenge.
In the months leading up to the challenge, there was a lot of office banter about who was going to win, who was going to be the slowest, which guy was going to get beaten by all the girls. I work remotely and I was still involved in the banter: this shows how competitive my colleagues are.
The race was 5.6km, which I knew would be a tricky one. Not short enough to sprint, and not long enough to get in the zone. Plus there were 12,000 other people trying to run.
As we ran over the chip timer activators at the start I was surprised: everyone started to sprint! I guess everyone who takes part is as competitive as we are. The race was flat, fast, Thames-side, and was a pleasure to run – except for a huge false finish! Just when you thought you were turning into the final 200m, the path took you along the outskirts of a field for another kilometre!
All up, I came in at 26:24, was the second girl in, and beat two of the boys.
After this, we went to the nearest pub and celebrated our success with sauvignon blanc and chips. Well – that’s what I had. Others might have selected a more manly drink.
The rest of the week has been pretty bla: my entire weekend was packing. We’re moving house soon – we don’t have a definite date yet – but we want to get a head start. My exciting life, hey?!
It’s only two weeks until Total Warrior! The next week will be doing some last minute cramming – not that I would advocate this kind of training. I’m relying on the combination of my two sports, strength from pole and speed from running, to get me through!