It was a real shame, because apart from them having one toilet for every thousand runners, it was a lovely race. I’d driven with Gill to the race and we decided to run together, take it easy, and aim for around 4:30. For the first few miles we were on that, but mainly due to toilet stops. At halfway we were closer to 4:15 pace, until we saw the 4:00 pacers coming towards us having doubled back a couple a mile ahead of us. Gill wanted to try and catch them so we cranked the pace up a bit for a few miles, and with about 5k to go we’d worked our way down to 4:30/kms. That pace after the slow start, combined with the fact we were passing a lot of people felt like we were flying, and we were pretty much going flat out for the last stretch, running the last 5k in 23 mins and coming in around 3:58. It’s a long time since I’d run a negative split like that, and I’d forgotten how much fun it was to finish that strong!