Being a local race, most of the running club were there which was cool, although I felt a bit of an imposter in the elite pen at the start. As soon as we were off everyone blazed past me, and I got into what would be the pattern for the rest of the race: checking my watch every ten seconds and wanting to die.
The first four km went ok, and somewhere around 5km it started to hurt. I was running about 3:50/km pace on the basis that it was highly possible I’d be walking the last couple. Through to seven km it was tough, but with three to go the end felt close and I was still alive which I took as a very good sign.
With a km to go I decided that the faster I went the quicker it’d all be over so I gave it whatever I had left, clocked a 3:40/km, and finished in 39:30.
I know that’s not quick, and I was nowhere near the front, but for the effort I put in before and during the race I was really happy. Sub-40 is meaningless really, but it’s nice to have ticked it off, especially since I doubt I’ll be getting anywhere near that again until I’ve hit my 100 marathons.