Getting My Brown On

I just wanted to post a couple of photos of me “getting my brown on”.  

On Saturday I ran my first race as a running club member.  It did feel a bit strange as I was driving to the race and standing at the start with my vest on.  I felt like a bit of a fraud, a charlatan.  Surely my deception would be discovered any moment?!  

Dressing Up Like an Actual Runner

The race itself once underway was….rubbish.  I felt like I was wearing bags of cement on my feet instead of trainers.  My quads ached, my gluteus maximus ached, and I was in trouble straight away.  It was no doubt from running 20km on Thursday which included hill reps.  Until I get fitter, it’s going to hurt.  

Ah well, “No pain, no gain”.  “Pain is failure leaving the body”. “If it doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t work.”  Etc, etc….

My personal favourite one of those by the way, is attributed to Muhammad Ali and it goes something like, “I only start counting sit-ups when it starts hurting because they are the ones that count”. 

Not That Tired

Thanks to Kata for being photographer and for shouting encouragement when I needed it.  She did say I looked really tired, and she was right!

Very Tired