Stubbington 10k 2015 – Sometimes it doesn’t make sense

Stubbington 10kThere are times when a race goes a certain why and you can’t explain it.

Leading up to the Stubbington 10k I wasn’t feeling it. All training had hurt, which in itself is normal thanks to this curse that is Fibromyalgia but I wasn’t getting past the wall. When I train I never get past the pain but there comes a point when you feel like you turn a corner. It becomes looser. Your not stiff, you feel like you have fuel in the legs and you feel you have the ability to kick on as and when you need to.

But I hadn’t felt it.

The week leading up to today’s race I hadn’t run at all. I am flaring up and its been too much to run.

So waking this morning I was still unsure if I was even going to run.

The day before I had some amazing support from my Running with Fibro Facebook Community. My new friends are seriously awesome. The love from them is incredible. I didn’t want to back out on them.

I forced down breakfast, really forced it down. I was nearly ill.

Got ready, and set off. It was cold, bloody freezing actually.

Stubbington is my local run, so it was only a 3 minute drive to the village centre. I checked in and set off to the start. I stood there in the cold with everyone else waiting for the start of the race. Even at this point I was ready to pull out. My head was killing me.

We set off. It hurt straight away. Shooting pains right up my legs. I wasn’t in the right frame of mind. I love a challenge and taking on Fibro is now my life mission but this time round it was just all wrong. I didn’t feel strong enough.

But 30 seconds in my wife and my 4 and 5 year old were waiting for me. Cheering and clapping. The look on my kids faces as I came towards them was wonderful. I love the smile I get from them when they spot me. I gave all three of them a kiss. “go daddy”. And that changed my whole race.

It calmed me right down. It made me recalculate. It took my mind off it all for just a split second.

We had planned that they would be half way round so I hadn’t expected to see them at the start.

I set off again and it was different.

I don’t know why.

It all still hurt and my head was still pounding but the reset reminded me of what the fight was actually all about. Beating Fibromyalgia. Running to prove to it that it couldn’t stop me. That was the point in turning up at the start line. To run it and put a middle finger up at this disease.

The difference ended in me setting a personal best time – 46 minutes 45 seconds.

Andy Williams - Stubbington 10k 2015

This was 4 minutes faster than my previous PB.

And there is no explaining it. From hell to a PB. I don’t know how.

This can be so typical of running. There are times when it just happens. The prep can be terrible. You can turn up not feeling it but come race day it just happens.

There are times you can turn up feeling amazing, training has been perfect but after the first mile you know you are struggling and it’s just not going to happen.

I am over the moon. I didn’t expect it.

It’s now the evening and my Fibro is taking it’s revenge. I’m in serious pain but I have a warm feeling that I didn’t expect. A smile inside.

It’s an amazing boost. Recently I have been having huge doubts about the year I have laid out in front of me. Doubts it’s possible. Doubts about whether the Fibromyalgia will let me. But this, albeit a 10k race has made me positive again.

To those who supported me – I thank you so, so much. The power of support is so powerful. I aim to give it back.

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