Day 4 of the Tour of Merseyside is a well earned rest day, but just one day!
Day 5, is a 5 mile road race around Hale Village. A nice steady re-introduction into the event.
Sarah updates us on what happened....
But if you stop totally, you actually feel worse, because you seize up. So although it’s a rest day, most people had plans to swim, get massages, cycle and some nutters even went and ran a race!
My plans... get a massage to ease out the knots. Then sit on the back seat of my parents car to Tipton (100 miles away in the West Midlands) to see my daughter’s primary school leaving play, then drive back.
It was worth it. There were tears, laughs and smiles; and I got to hug the children and Chris.
Had my morning swim – and felt like I was swimming through treacle. And walked the long way home.
This seemed to do the trick.
There’d been a little bit of chatter about Race 4 at Hale being the fancy dress run. At 5 miles and the day after the halfway point, it seems the logical one to relax at – especially given it starts and ends at the pub!
I’d packed my Wonder Woman socks and Super Plock cape just as a ‘well let’s see what happens’ – with a vague idea of wearing the socks for the last race on the Sunday, so though blow it – lets do it!!
So suitably attired, me and mum set off for Hale ridiculously early.
To find LOTS of fancy dress! Also LOTS of non fancy dress. There was a good balance between the two camps and the atmosphere was brilliant.
The Mayor of Hale set us off.
I decided to start right at the back to avoid going off too fast again.
But I still felt ok, so just kept plodding through the village, waving at the kids who were shouting ‘it’s Super Girl!’ and playing up for the cameras as I saw them.
The atmosphere was great. Everyone was smiling and playing up to their costumes. Most of the car occupants caught up in the road closures were cheering and clapping.
Although one idiot decided to try and do a U-Turn right across the runners – there were marshals on hand to sort this out though. (Again – excellent volunteer and marshals all along the route).
And still I kept plodding. Catching a group, chatting for a bit, and just keeping my feet moving.
Around the 4.75 mile marker I recognised where we were and knew the finish was just around the corner, so thought blow it, I feel good let’s see what you’ve got.
And I caught a couple more runners and over took them, then could see the finish.
I saw the Shabba crowd and could hear a Shabba shout!
There was a lad in front of me, and I could see my mum indicating that I should try and catch him.
So I pushed, and did it!!
Over the line, medal and water.
Found mum, who handed me a beer, and Baz – who’d smashed his PB from last year AGAIN! And Mark who was remarkably in one piece!
But still my goal for the next few days is nothing more or less, than finish smiling!!