Sunday 8 May 2011: Go.
1. I love the build up to the start of a race. It's like nothing else. Even if it's pouring with rain, you are there among 12000 people all doing the same thing. It's powerful and exciting and emotional and worth it all.
2. 55.45. A personal best.
3. Finding Colin at the finish line and having my picture taken doing my Mark Cavendish-esque victory thump of the chest. A stroll home, a big stretch and off out for lunch.
4. Having ran past them a couple of hours before, we meet up with Mum, Douglas, Caroline and Ellis for a lovely lunch at the West Brewery on Glasgow Green. Later we stroll through town do a bit of shopping and head over to the west end to meet my friend Karen to celebrate. Karen, until January has never, ever ran before. This year she signed up for the 10k and finished it in an hour or so and raised £1000 for charity. I am so proud of everything she has achieved; she is dedicated and strong and has tackled this challenge with equal amounts of commitment and humour. She's an inspiration. We wear our medals with pride and fill a table with Martini and Bloody Mary glasses.
5. Home for home made banana loaf and a tasty dinner with fresh asparagus, parma ham and champagne. A gorgeous, successful, happy day.