A little over 6 miles, and the last in the series of Polariod 10K races.
It was this time last year that I started jogging, but one thing I’ve never mentioned is who spurred me into action. It was someone I bumped into at the end of last year’s race and if I seem him today I will be shaking him by the hand to thank him. I have contemplated a quick kick to the shins at the same time but I’m past that. Almost.
This time last year, as we turned up to visit the Farmers Market at Lomond Shores we realised that it was also the finish for 10K race. As we walked past the finishing area I bumped into my old Boys’ Brigade captain. We chatted for a bit and on asking him why he was there he revealed that my old company (1st Dumbarton) help out with the marshalling of the race. He then said something which has driven me on for the past year.
Now, I know it was meant in that jokey, friendly way that blokes use, and I took it in that spirit. I have not spent the last year brooding and harbouring a grudge, and you don’t need to watch for TV headlines of how a man “mysteriously” drowned in Loch Lomond today. But don’t get me wrong, I was kinda ‘piqued’ at first.
“Yeah, we’ve been helping out here for years now. What about you, you should be out there running it… ohh perhaps not eh?!” he said, before slapping my belly with the back of his hand. Point made.
And that was it, that is what inspired me to start jogging. Not much to it really, is there. I was almost 3 stone heavier than I am now (and I’ve just realised that I hardly mention my weight loss anymore, funny that) so he was right. I was too fat and unfit to run 100 metres let alone 10 kilometres.
A week later I spotted the advert in the local paper that took me to jogScotland and the rest, as they say, has happened in the past.
I really do hope I see him there this year as I owe him a huge thank you. Weird thing is, he probably doesn’t even realise what kind of effect he had and whilst I don’t usually buy into the whole “tough love” thing, it certainly seemed to work.
So, if you happen to be in Balloch or the Vale of Leven today and you see a tall, balding, slightly podgy guy with the number 1066 pinned on the front of his top, plodding and panting along please give him some encouragement as he’s gonna need it!!
Anyone want to take a guess at how long it’ll take me?
Ooh, best of luck Gordon. I ran a 10K two years ago, so I know where you’re at! (I only managed it in 54 mins due to illness; I hope your time is quicker than that.)
Congrats on doing it, however long you take: it’s a real achievement to take part.
that’s bloody brilliant gordon! hope you have a great day ๐
Hey good stuff. I too used to jog but alas my knees and other joints had other ideas. I had done a number of 5 and 10 KM fun runs but in prep for one 10KM race I ended up injuring myself and it’s been painful ever since. I’ve thrown up the white flag and just walk now. No more running. Good luck.
Congratulations on the progress you have made Gordon and good luck with the 10k. I just tried to visualize how far that is and I’m out of breath already ๐
Hope it went well, Gordon
So, next stop, half marathon? You know it makes sense…
Jeez, I hope I can start running again soon, I miss it so much!
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