Did I really do the 10k?

I have finally recovered enough from the excitement and pain of doing the 10k enough to post an update. I thought of doing a half hearted one but then decided that's not really for me, it's all or nothing!
I spent most of Saturday carb loading in preparation for the 10k and fully intended on going to bed early, inevitably this did not happen! I ended up going to Haddington and catching up with the girls for the 1st and did not go to bed until 11- oh dear. I knew that Mum and Dad would be arriving super early on Sunday so I tried to doze off rapidly but ended up just keeping myself awake by worrying about my lack of training. I think I must have dozed off around 1 and then woke up about 7, not the best preparation just to add to my anxiousness. I managed to force some breakfast down and get myself ready before Mum and Dad arrived at 8.30. Dad was hyper and it was infectious so I thankfully finally got excited about the race just in time! We got ready and put our numbers on and got some pictures taken (will post when I work out how to do this!) then headed down to the start line in Holyrood park. I started to get nervy again as we strolled down the Royal Mile and I saw some rather more professional looking runners but once we were there and we knew where to stand and did a bit of warming up I got excited again. Our start time was 10.47 so as this closed in we said cheerio to everyone and headed towards the start then we were off! The first km was up Queens Drive, a very long uphill stretch of the park. This is definitely the toughest part of the course so I guess it was good to get it over but a bit of a hellish start at the same time! It soon became clear that Dad had prepared a lot better for the race than me but since we had decided to go round together he kindly slowed up so we could do that. After the hilly start it was downhill to the Cowgate which was a good chance to recover. We saw some familiar faces at the bottom of the Pleasance and their cheers spurred us on along Cowgate, through the Grassmarket and to the Meadows. By this time I was feeling pretty tired and really thirsty so it was with relief that I grabbed a bottle of water at the 5k mark. Dad was doing brilliantly and way better than me and hardly seemed to be puffed out at all! One more hill up to Potterrow then along George IV Bridge, down the Mound and through Princes Street Gardens where we caught up with Spiderman and Wonder Woman which was a bit of light relief as by this time I was really tired and could feel the dreaded blisters- ouch! As we turned onto the Royal Mile from Jeffrey Street I looked up at the flat and saw David leaning out of the window cheering us on and taking pictures and we knew it was almost over! One last km down the hill towards Holyrood Palace which the Queen and the finish line. The Queen had given special permission for the finish line to be constructed in the palace and we were extremely glad to see it! More friendly faces on the sidelines and a few unexpected extras caused Dad to take a diversion for a high five then we burst over the line and all I felt was pure relief and pride. As we picked up our finishers packs I fished out my medal and put it round my neck, all that pain was worth it after all! We met up with everyone, posed for a few after race pictures, and then headed to the flat where we chewed over the race as well as our power bars and got ready to devour some well earned lunch :) The five of us headed up to Whiski just up the Royal Mile and I tucked into Macaroni Cheese and Chips with no guilt whatsoever along with a celebratory pint, wonderful! Dad and I were hyper! After a couple of relaxing hours we headed back to the flat where I promptly fell asleep for 2 hours, must have needed it!