When I Grow Up.....

.....I soooo want to be an ultra runner. Sadly, I don't think this will ever happen, not in this lifetime, but I just love speaking to, and mixing with these people. Nearly every single one of them I've come across has been so mellow, down to earth, and humble. But when you think about what they do, and what they put their bodies through, they must have such an inner raging tenacity which burns brightly even when they hit their darkest moments.

You may ask what has prompted my gush about these legends? Hmm...well....

During my run today, I entered a field after a mile or so. In the not too far distance, I saw a man on a bike. It looked as though he'd borrowed it from his 3 year old but thankfully it was minus the stabilisers. He was riding alongside his wife (I presume) who was running. Their dog was running alongside, on his lead.

I'm not at all that competitive and didn't even contemplate trying to pick up speed to catch them. In fact I was hoping they'd pull away from me as I just knew that if I caught them, my minute walk would coincide with that exact moment and they'd think I either a) had just sped up to catch them and then couldn't sustain it, b) was totally mad, or c) both.

I was happy when the distance between us was kept at a constant, that was until their dog stopped for a wee. No worries I thought, since they started running again before I got to them. OK, the distance between us had decreased but it wasn't getting smaller.....until the dog stopped for another wee....how many wees does one dog need in the space of 100m?? This time I did catch them, and yes, it did coincide with my minute walk break...arse! Remind me, did I say I wasn't competitive? I'm not - really! So why did I decide not to take my walk break, and instead carry on? The man on the bike opened the gate for me while he waited for his wife and dog to resume running, and I shot through it like Usain Bolt and decided then and there not to take any more walk breaks.

I knew she was running virtually the same pace as me and now we were running into the wind. If my pace dropped and hers didn't, she'd pass me again. I could never let that happen (I'm really not competitive - honest) so I kept my head down and pumped the arms.

For the next mile I wheezed myself onwards not daring to look back in case they thought I was running scared. Which I was. Every sound I heard convinced me they were gaining ground on me.

I eventually made it to the road where I had to wait for a car to pass. It gave me an opportunity to sneak a look behind. Expecting to see man, bike, woman, and dog right there, I was surprised to see them way in the distance....YAY!! With only a little over a mile to go, I was sure I'd won that personal battle....

Smiling with a self satisfied smugness only a slow 42yr old (nearly 43) woman can pull off, I was alarmed when about 30 secs later I heard a runner on my shoulder. NOOOOO! They were at least 2mins behind me, surely they couldn't have ran that fast to catch me?? My smugness at passing them and not being passed again was short lived. Dressed in just shorts and vest (we Scottish inhabitants rarely run in vest and shorts in Summer, never mind January)and carrying a massive backpack, a woman runner who was also sporting a skinhead, exchanged a few words with me. I found out she had already run 15 miles and was planning on another 10...yikes! After bidding farewell, she then pulled away from me and bounded up the hill as if it wasn't there, and left me wheezing in her wake to finish the last mile of my 3.35mile run - oh, how pathetic did I feel....I was humbled, silenced, and de-smugged....I was also inspired - that woman rocks!