Thursday, 25 June 2015

Bling whore

A year ago I ran my first every race and I had a fine old time along the way. I crossed that finishing line and felt like a proper runner. I was handed a welcome bottle of water and my very first medal. I'd never in my life won a medal or trophy before (I don't think swimming certificates or cups from dog shows really count in quite the same way) and it felt really nice.

It didn't take me very long to sign up for another race and in October of last year I ran the 10k at the Bournemouth Marathon Festival and received a rather lovely medal.


And thus it had started - I've ran several races now and as I wrote about here - the existence (and the quality) of the a medal is definitely a big part of the decision to enter a race.

#blingwhore #running #medals

Coming soon to a local town is a Colour Run. A few friends are doing this run and I'm sure it'll be heaps of fun but there is a part of me that can't quite yet bring myself to hit the button on the entry. And the reason? No medal. I don't mind paying for races - I've paid for lots already, but somehow It seems strange to put down in excess of £20 for a race without chip timing, without a medal and where the main point of the 'race' is to run slowly enough so that you get coated in dye. Surely the idea of a race is to go as fast as possible. I can run for free and without needing a medal every week at parkrun... all we need is a few jokers with some dye and you've got yourself a colour run!

I'm sure I'll cave and enter, and I'm sure I'll enjoy it, but it'll certainly feel strange!

Juneathon update - Day 25 - rest day today but enjoyed a glorious long and warm romp along the beach with the dogs.

2 comments:

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Your story is so much inspiring. Winning a medal for a race is indeed a biggest achievement. I am sure your parents must be so proud of you!

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