Pink is like my least favourite colour ever. Although I have become quite attached to a pink scarf recently, but I digress. Pink was my least favourite colour ever but I think now it will be forever connected to the sea of women I ran with today around Arthur's Seat. It was crazy, pink as far as the eye could see, all against the beautiful backdrop and Edinburgh skyline.
I finished in - heck I have no idea. There is no official time and I didn't start running until after the first half mile so I don't know what to tell you other than it was slow. But I made it to the end where in my peripheral vision I caught a flash of leopard print which I knew just had to be Vivienne. She came with her husband to cheer me on and I duly presented her with my lovely pink plastic medal. It was worth every sweaty step to hand that thing over.
I'll give you this Race For Life, it was emotional. Before the race I was wiping tears away with alarming regularity as I read the messages pinned to the back of people's shirts which informed who they were running for. The little boy with the pink t shirt which said 'Running for Nana', the lady with 'Mum, Dad and my brother' visible between her fairy wings. At one hilly bit I followed a lady running for her husband, who was 46 when he died as she valiantly scaled bumpy, grassy paths in the hot sun.
The start was arranged in 3 stages, runners, joggers and walkers. I went with joggers which effectively meant I couldn't start running until after at least half a mile as most people walked up the first hill and the small space meant is was not possible to run. The 5k and 10k runners and walkers were together for much of the course which meant more weaving in and out than I've ever had to do and it was exhausting. Running zig zags must have added lots of extra distance and mentally navigating a sea of pink (including dogs and buggies) hurt my brain more than my feet. There was a water station providing thimbles of water half way round and the course was a mix of gravel path, uneven grass and paved road. Towards the end was particularly chaotic as people crossed the road, and this being Scotland queued for chips and most likely brown sauce at the finish.
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