The stars were conspiring against me last night, as I lined up for my fourth fun run - a 4km trot around the Melbourne Zoo.
A brief history of fun runs a la Georgia:
I ran a mammoth 10km mid last year - my first ever race and one that I had done zero (and I mean zero!) training for. My goal? To jog the whole way no matter how slowly. The result? Success. Must have been due to some residual fitness built up at a boot camp I'd been doing.
I then participated in two shorter runs with my beloved later in the year. Both were good fun and we PB'd (that's sporty parlance for achieved a personal best) in both.
Skip forward to last night - my first ever evening fun run. I'd had an epic day at work, was on antibiotics for an infected toe, oh...and about that infected toe...umm...ouch! All this, coupled with the fact that there were cool things to look at, like this Gorilla (we also spent time checking out the giraffes, zebras, monkeys and, somewhat less awesomely, a toilet block), and the crazy (and unexpected) hilliness of the course meant that what was meant to be a fun run turned into a very un-fun fun run.
Basically, what should have been a 25 minute jog (oh yes, we are *that* slow!) turned into a nice evening stroll around the zoo.
I suppose I shouldn't get too down about the event. We thoroughly enjoyed ourselves and our surrounds and I know that, given the circumstances, I did my very best. However, I still can't help but feel a tad frustrated.
I think there's only one way to proceed: fun-run redemption in the near future. I'll keep you posted.