Run race 18:50  4.0 km (4:43 / km) +53m 4:25 / km
Scottish National Short Course Championships 2017, Kirkcaldy.
Bombed it over the Forth in the go kart this morning. All roads lead to KDY to go and toe the start line with an Olympic finalist... Scotland's one and only, Laura Muir. Let's be honest here - I was nervous. So nervous. More nervous than I had allowed myself to be for a long time. I think, primarily due to the fact that everything has changed this week. There was no pressure as such, however that underlying desire to prove yourself, compete to the best of your ability is overriding. The worst thing however, knowing that such an achievement isn't quite possible at the moment! All the more heartbreaking, lining up, preparing to give it your all.
Me legs were feeling fresher, to an extent. My first km was, again the quickest km I have ran non-stop for a long time. Positive start. The hills didn't knack me too much from the off. Yas. At about the mile mark, heading back along the boggy ground into the wind for the second lap, I took a moment to reset and stay relaxed. I could feel myself getting tired and slowing, so I reigned it in a bit; I knew I didn't want to blow up completely round the second half.
Over the start line for the second time, I checked my watch. Exactly 2k - here we go, what do you have left Lydia. Up the hill - stride out, or try. Again, off the top of the hill I could keep moving, so much better and easier than last week - positive.
Down the hill, round the corners, I found a second wind I think. I could feel that I wasn't completely deed as i had felt at this point previously. I wanted to finish, don't get me wrong, but I had a bit more fight in me this time. The difference between actually racing others around you and just running is huge. All depends on the fire in your belly - I had it back, or I felt a flicker of it at least. I held another girl off to the line.
And that was that. It was 1pm and I knew the boys would be off in a matter of minutes. Barely caught my breath and I found myself running with Pippa to cheer for the lads as they flew off up the hill - Scotland vests at stake.
I am not pleased nor displeased with my run today. It was what it was. I am pleased to the extent that it is getting better, yet the process may not be complete until nationals in February at least I think. Reverse the psychology perhaps and feel positive for the track season, ready to go again next year.
Cool down complete and humbled by the sight of Alex lining up to get a bronze medal. In absolute awe of his tenacity, determination and fight. I am learning from someone with plenty of experience.
We boosted back home - via Murrayfield for the international rugby game. As you do.
Saturday well spent.