Trowse 10K 2025

The rallying cry went out......“Worlies Assemble!” and sure enough, 11 mighty Worlingham Roadrunnerz were on the move, heading to the picturesque setting of the Trowse 10K in Norwich. Now, don’t let the scenic Whiltingham Broads fool you. Yes, it’s beautiful. Yes, it looks like the perfect place for a leisurely trot. But nestled next to that postcard view is the not so welcome dry ski slope, and that, my friends, is where the real challenge begins. Not once, but twice.

The day kicked off bright and early at 7:30am to be exact—as it was my turn to play taxi driver. I rounded up a carload of Worlies for the short hop up the A146 from Worlingham. Despite the chilly start, the skies were clear and the sun promised a warmer morning by the time the 9am start rolled around.

We arrived with perfect timing, breezing through number collection with no queues in sight, although hunting down a working pen on the benches was a whole different challenge.

With race numbers pinned and nerves settling, we joined the ever-growing toilet queue (an essential part of race day prep) before making our way to the start.

I’m not going to lie, the first part of the course lulls you into a false sense of security with its fairly flat path along the lake. But then, out of nowhere, the hill arrives. That first climb hit me hard. Legs burning, lungs on fire and that awful realisation that I’d have to do it all over again.

The downhill was a blessing, and I tried to use it to recover, but honestly, the legs never fully came back to life. When the second ascent came, I had one rule.... Do not stop, because if I did, I knew I wouldn’t start again. Ankles, calves, thighs, lungs just about everything was screaming, but I dug in, determined to finish under the hour.

Coming into the final stretch and seeing that finish line gave me a second wind..... errrhh well, maybe not a sprint, but definitely a slight uptick in pace! I crossed the line with a provisional time of 58:47. Job done!

I reunited with a few fellow Worlies who had already finished, grabbed a well-earned coffee, and regrouped for the traditional post-race team photo. Someone even managed to sneak an extra paperclip into my pocket Simon! clearly the reason I didn’t break 58 minutes (that’s my story and I’m sticking to it).

All in all, a brilliant morning spent with a brilliant bunch. Big shout out to the Worlies for the support, the laughs, and of course, the post-race banter.

Until next time.