I was really looking forward to racing the Manchester 10k and testing out the legs. However, on the day of the race things took a turn for the worse, I woke up with a sore throat, a feeling that most athletes dread when they know they are in good shape. Maybe I should have read the signs but I decided to race anyway putting my sore throat down to the air conditioning in the hotel. Not so, I set off, wind in my face trying to remain positive.
I know I am in trouble when I pass 2k, Nick shouts encouragement from the side of the road and my eyes meet his, the look says it all, I feel awful but I won’t give up.
I finish in a disappointing 9th and time of 33.43, my slowest road 10k to date. It wasn’t me out there today.
