Yesterday I got my arse kicked. Granted, the arse kicking was handed to me in a metaphorical sense, but was no less painful. But then again, sometimes you need to get your buttocks bruised to remind you of your place in the pecking order, and as motivation to get better.
What am I talking about, you ask? Well, yesterday’s race was Leeds Abbey Dash, the deepest 10k in the country. I was beaten to the line by 104 people, roughly enough people to fill a double decker bus, and this whilst running just seconds outside my PB. Believe it or not I was pleased. Only days before I was struggling to walk without pain due to a problem with my heel as well as suffering from a cold. I was pleased just to finish. However, as always, satisfaction soon gave way to realisation that there are still lots of people out there who are better than me at running.
I’m motivated though, and being put in my place yesterday has only served to make me more hungry. I want to get better. Just this evening on my run I was thinking about the training ahead of me not with fear or worry, but with excitement and anticipation. Whether this is foolish or not, I believe that if I keep putting the miles in and training hard but sensibly I will get my big breakthrough race at some point.
Let’s just hope it’s soon.