The third running of the Mansfield 10k turns out to be a decent little event, once we’ve managed to park somewhere as the town has pretty much shut down for the race.
The course is a twisty route with a few includes around the town centre and surrounding streets with the start and finish in the Market Place offering excellent viewing potential for my reluctant supporter.
There’s a 5k as well as a 10k which presents some excellent cheating potential for any dishonest 10k runners. Not me, obviously.
My time is a steady and unspectacular 45:51. Not great but its all about building fitness and remaining uninjured at the moment. It’s four weeks to marathon day.
Afterwards L tries to get a swim but finds out the pool sessions at John Carroll no longer exist. Why am I not surprised.
In the evening we meet Daughter in the Lincolnshire Poacher, briefly, before she heads off for a date with Cormoran Strike. We stay there all night.
(Sunday 17th September)