Racing or Wedding dress fitting?

Racing or Wedding dress fitting?

On Wednesday night I should have been racing. It was the Askern 10k, and after last year’s disastrous run, I wanted revenge. But no matter how much I wanted to run, things conspired against me.

The first mistake was not filling the entry form in on time. There had been several Facebook notices along these lines: ‘It’s the last running of Askern. Get your entry forms in early,’ and ‘Askern sold out last year. Enter now.’

Upon seeing these notices, I made a mental note that I must enter as soon as possible, and then no sooner had the mental-note been made, I forgot all about it. A few weeks later, I mentioned to Chris that we’d have to get organised and get our forms in. ‘People are talking about it selling out and all sorts!’ I said.

I turned on the laptop, went to the Askern entry page, and what did I find. ‘It’s full,’ I said.  ‘Look,’ I pointed at the screen. ‘FULL.’ I couldn’t believe it. ‘I mean, who wants  to run round Askern on a Wednesday night anyway?

‘About 800 people,’ Chris said.

‘I can’t believe it’s so popular. It always rains.’ Last year, I’d had a terrible mascara moment, finishing the race looking like Alice Cooper. This year, I wanted to run because it was the last running of the race. After this year, the Askern 10k will be no more. They are building houses on the site of the finish line or something, which is a real shame. I wanted to be there for that final race.

Not to be defeated, I put myself on a waiting list with the race organisers. I also started asking around. Surely someone, somewhere would want to give me their race number. After a few weeks, I’d had no luck. But then one Tuesday evening at the track, talk turned to Askern.

‘I’ve had a senior moment,’ one of the ladies said. ‘I’ve only gone and entered the race twice by accident.’

‘Twice?’ That meant she had a spare number. ‘I’ll have it,’ I said.

I was sorted. All I had to do was contact the race organisers, transfer the details, and pay my friend for the number. It was all looking good to make my Askern finale.

But then, I had a wedding dress fitting. My dress was too big, on account of recent weight loss. ‘You’ll have to come back for another fitting,’ the wedding dress woman told me.

I nodded. That didn’t sound a problem. Another chance to try on my lovely dress.

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Not my actual dress!

‘We only do fittings on a Wednesday evening,’ she said.

That didn’t sound too good. Wednesday is my busy day. My Wednesday evenings between then and the wedding were looking rather booked up. I looked at my diary. ‘Which Wednesday?’

She looked at her diary. ‘You’ll have to come back on Wednesday 17th.’

The evening of the Askern 10k. ‘No,’ I said. ‘I can’t do that.’

‘You really need to,’ she said. Continue reading

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Snickers to all this

Snickers to all this

RACING is one of the best things about running. I love it. I love the challenge of trying to run faster. I love the friendly competition. There is no better feeling than crossing a finish line, feeling exhausted but happy with a job well done. Unfortunately, last night I didn’t enjoy racing at all. Not one bit.

It was the Askern 10k, which is one of the races in my club’s championship. It had been in my diary for a while. At the start of the year I’d even marked it out as a potential PB course, a chance to break the 40 minute barrier. After taking part in the road league (four races) and another local 10k, I thought Continue reading