22nd September 2024 was a monumental day for me—I completed my first-ever race, the Vitality London 10,000. It was an experience I’ll never forget, not just because of the race itself but also the atmosphere, the camaraderie, and the incredible feeling of being part of something bigger than myself.
The day started early at a cold, damp South Ruislip station, where I met up with members of my running club, Ruislip Running Club. Some were new like me, others seasoned veterans, but we all shared a common goal—to enjoy the race and push ourselves. As we made our way on the tube to Green Park, I could already sense the buzz and excitement.
Arriving at the event, we were greeted by thousands of like-minded runners of all ages, fitness levels, and backgrounds. The diversity was amazing: men and women, young and old, fit and not-so-fit, all united by their love for running. After navigating through the crowds to drop off our bags, it was time to get ready.
I won’t lie—I was nervous, anxious even. This was all new territory for me, but having the support of my fellow club members really helped. As we were marshaled down to the start line, my heart was racing—nerves and excitement all rolled into one. And then, BOOM, the race started!
The feeling of running through London’s streets, past iconic landmarks like Trafalgar Square and Big Ben, was surreal. My nerves vanished as soon as I got into the rhythm. It felt like I had run for miles, but when I saw the 2K marker, I couldn’t believe it. Luckily, the other runners around me kept pushing me on. It felt like we were running as one unit, propelling each other forward.
As we hit the 5K halfway point, I made a quick pit stop for some much-needed fluids. The sights and sounds on the return leg were incredible—musicians, steel bands, and even West End musical groups lined the streets, while spectators cheered us on. But around this point, my mind started to struggle. The mental demons kicked in, telling me to stop. I’d never run this far before, and it was starting to take its toll.
I struck a deal with myself—I’d make it to the 8K mark and then allow myself to walk for 1K before pushing through the last K. But when I slowed to a walk after 8K, the cheering spectators and the encouragement from fellow runners made me feel guilty for slowing down. So, I started jogging again.
Hearing shouts like, “Keep going, Pete! You’ve got this!” from other Ruislip Running Club members really gave me that extra push. It was humbling to see paramedics helping exhausted runners off the course, reminding me how tough this challenge was. But with just 500 meters to go, I saw my club’s supporters, and their cheers gave me the final boost I needed.
With 50 meters left, I sprinted to the finish line, arms raised high. I’d done it! I was ecstatic—exhausted, delirious even, but I had completed something monumental. There’s even a photo of me at the finish line, and it’s a reminder of the achievement.
After the race, my club members were still there to support and congratulate me. We celebrated with a well-earned lunch, sharing stories and laughs about the race. This is the beauty of being part of a running club like Ruislip Running Club—the camaraderie and support make all the difference, both in training and on race day.
I may have started this journey with nerves and doubt, but I finished it with pride, a sense of accomplishment, and a new love for running. This was just the beginning, and I can’t wait for the next race.
By: Pete