|Not overreacting at all.|
Oops. How embarrassing.
I dragged myself and my cold (yep, more feeling sorry for myself) to the start line this morning and, after queuing up for the obligatory last-minute pee (whose bright idea was it, anyway, to situate the men's communal urinals so that everyone in the queue had a good view of the men using the facilities? Not a sight that I really want to see again...) and squeezing myself into the 1hr - 1hr 30min section of the waiting runners, prepared myself for a slog of a run.
Except, it wasn't a slog at all. My knee performed admirably - just a couple of slight twinges on some of the early downhill sections and a slight feeling of stiffness towards the end but, otherwise, my legs felt great. My cold didn't seem to interfere; I didn't need to stop to sneeze or to blow my nose, although a bit of surreptitious wiping was called for, and I didn't have a coughing fit until after the finish line. Despite being very aware of how much cardio I've lost in the past month, I really did feel fine for all except the last half-mile, when I knew that I wasn't going to make it in under an hour and had an almighty 'FFS, what's the point of pushing myself then?' reaction. I had to give myself a stern talking to in order to keep running but at least I didn't do the Walk of Sulkiness like I did in Reykjavik.
I finished in 1:01:25ish (official times are out tomorrow). I was temporarily gutted at not being under an hour but, upon reflection, I'm satisfied with this. Especially as, almost 6 hours later, my knee still feels only a bit stiff.
So, it looks like the Aviemore HM is back on! I have no idea what time I'll finish in but I WILL finish, and with a smile on my face. This will be the last race in my Year of Fun Running, and I want to enjoy every minute.