The 10K was my first ever proper fitness event. I lived in Leeds back then, and it was this race that became the way that I judged myself. The first time, all I wanted to do was to run all the way without having to walk. The next time, it was about bettering my time, as is the way with running.
That first ever 10K inspired me to sign up for other running events, which led onto mud runs and other personal challenges.
I haven’t run a 10K race since 2016 for a whole range of reasons. 2020 was going to be the change. Last year I did a local 5K just to see if I still could. I have kept up my running since then but without much distance in my legs. This 10K was going to give me the focus, the stretch. It was to be my return.
The 10K should have been on Sunday. Of course, it didn’t take place. Instead I did an online Zumba class from my living room and then went for my daily government permitted bike ride. The 10K was just one more thing that hasn’t happened in recent weeks. Small stuff in the scheme of things, when considering the losses that some are living with.
The race has been rescheduled for later in the year. I hope that by then we will all be in a better place, that the idea of an event with hundreds of people attending is even a possibility. Hope is what keeps us going.
And in the meantime, I will just run.
In a socially distanced kind of way.