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Training for this race gave me my life back and kept me sane. This is not an exaggeration.

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I'm on the far left, holding a rainbow.

Proudly repping for Run Dem Crew, I was part of a 43-strong team which, as it turned out, was the largest in the word for the MoRunning event (part of the Movember men’s cancer awareness-raising movement).

Despite not knowing my race number, I registered quickly and easily, as the registration staff kept numbered lists which were cross-referenced with entrant’s names (but no master list).

I’ve never used a paper strip race chip before, and making sure that my race number was showing at all times was probably easier said than done; I had to keep turning the paper strip upwards to make sure the number was visible. I tend to prefer the usual chips.

There was a great atmosphere in the build-up to the race. Nearly everyone I saw was resplendent in moustaches – and the men did a fine job also!

The rest of the crew and I took our positions, and the opportunity to skank out a bit to LMFAO‘s ‘Party Rock Anthem’.

The race itself

I’ve said before, and will say again, that the course of what shall now be known as ‘Greenwich Bloodclart Park’ was drawn, then redrawn, by a madman.

We started down the easy descent from the top of the hill near the Observatory, left down a steeper descent and left again down a steeper one still; then I get a bit muddled after the first flat. It’s a hill, so of course the route was hilly. But UGH… the inclines had a special way of making me feel like my legs were weighted with lead, so I tackled them on tiptoe or powerwalked where I could. When my pre-race chug of Jack3d failed me, cursing my existence powered me through the course.

Race organisation – positives

  • The marshals were friendly and encouraging
  • The rout itself was clearly marked and there was no chance of veering off-course, with marshals planted all over.

The negatives

  • Seeing signs for 6 and 7 km before the first km was done. AGGGGHHHHH! It’s bad enough the course breaks your balls, but messing with the mind as well? No bueno.
  • One water station after the first lap? I suppose, in fairness, it’s ‘only’ 6 miles, and space might have been an issue. But it still didn’t seem enough. Moan moan moan 🙂
  • Slightly rubbish goodie packs – lots of paper fraff, which I chucked away, and a Snickers bar. Not great post-race nutrition. The Vitamin Water was welcome, though.

On thing I’ve learned from the race, and from prepping for it, is this: research the route and if you can, do a quick recce or at least a recce run. We did practice runs beforehand, and although the race-day route was rather different, suffering those hills in advance of the race gave me an edge. If I hadn’t cursed and bitched and moaned through those runs, I’d be cussing even more. Fail to prepare = prepare to fail, and all that. Big thanks to Glenn, who helped us get our ish together.

Anyway. It’s not a route for a PB (although one of our nitro-footed number did score a trophy), but I’m pleased to say I rolled in at 1:12:47. And that was with walk breaks!

Post-race
I chilled with some of Run Dem, then took my creaking body off to Chinatown for a massage and some bubble tea. Then I went clubbing that night – I was out until four in stilettoes – and my legs were thoroughly pissed off the next day. Worth it though… but that’s a different story 😉

See the leggings, the moustaches, the  t-shirts, the  tantrums and the sexy Cheer Dem Crew here on the RDC facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=oa.10150397808253749&type=1