Pacing. One of the hardest things to judge. When you get it right, it makes it feel so, so easy and you run fast, you get a PB. Today it went right. Going into race I had in the back of my mind I wanted to run under 1 hour for 10 miles. I knew I would need to run a 10K PB to do this. It was an ambitious target and honestly I didn't think I was fit enough to do it.
The day before the race, I did a small jog, something I never do. I've ALWAYS rested the day before, but this is the time of year when you can try new things.
I travelled down to Portsmouth and stayed with an old school friend. Had a cheeky Nando's (the best pre race fuel) and became familiar with where I needed to go in the morning.
I was feeling prepared. Much more so than Cardiff Half Marathon a few weeks ago.
The morning was pretty surreal.
I was surrounded by Olympians. Athletes that I've seen winning races on the domestic circuit and that I stalk on social media (come on, we all do it!).
The race itself tactically went exactly how I planned. Start off conservatively, get into a pack and pick it up. I went through 10k in a PB but hit the head wind, alone at mile 6-8. I had lost a lot of time.
Turning into the last mile and a half, I gave it everything and crossed the line in 59:47, finishing in the top 20.
I paced it well. I ran my aspirational time and I really enjoyed myself.
My next target is Liverpool Cross Challenge for the European Trials.
Until then, I'll be getting the miles in, fuelling well and hitting the gym.