On the Line at London

Several posts ago, I put it out there that I was going to aim high at London Marathon. I decided it was realistic, if a little ambitious, to aim for under four hours.

I didn't manage it. In fact, I was nowhere near at 4.31.11. And immediately afterwards I was so, so disappointed and also a little embarrassed that I was so far off target. Was I that out of touch with my running abilities? I even concluded at one point that it was time to hang up my trainers for good.

A week later, and with the help of some no nonsense friends, I'm able to put it into perspective. I did manage to get a marathon PB of over four minutes, and despite the times I moaned about the training - so tired..no time for anything else...the list goes on - I have genuinely enjoyed the last 15 weeks, and I have achieved things I never thought were possible, including PB's at every distance (except 5k), and also a marathon PB.  I have loved those tortuous nights at the track, the circuit sessions, the long runs and the resulting buzz of knowing I'm improving. Oh, and most of all, the friends I've met along the way.

So, what happened last Sunday?

 I struggled. And it's pretty accurate to say that this was the case from start to finish. We set off from Greenwich just before 10am, and I managed to run the first three miles with Karen. I'd got a pace band for four hours from the Expo and had decided to ignore the mile timings and concentrate on each 5k so if I ran over time on a mile, I'd have a few miles to make it up. What I hadn't accounted for was just how hard it is to get a pace going at London at any point. It was so crowded that I kept losing sight of Karen, and after a run in with a human caterpillar just before the three mile marker, I never saw her again.

It was clear fairly soon in that I didn't have a chance of making my target. At each marker, it just slipped further away, and I didn't really have a Plan B so I just kept chugging on wondering why I was finding it so hard. Too many tutus, I concluded at mile 12.

Fab supporters

Usually, I love races where there's loads of support and fanfare, and I don't think you can get better than London for this but somehow, it all proved to be a bit too much for me, and I felt desperate for just a patch of quiet space to pull myself (and my running) together again. I did have tremendous support from friends and family throughout the marathon though, and I must admit the thought of seeing people at various stages was such a boost, and forced me to make sure I at least didn't look like I was struggling. I spotted my mum and sister at mile eight waving frantically, and then just past mile 10 I had the lovely surprise of seeing my friends, Kate and Nick in some specially made t-shirts (see left), which really made me smile.

At mile 15, I saw lots of people I know again, including Helen and Don from club who were leaning over a bridge waving frantically. At mile 18, I passed the hotel we were staying in at Canary Wharf where loads of supporters from club were cheering which was great. I somehow missed the mile 19 marker, and so before I knew it I was at mile 20. Here, I somehow managed to get a second wind. Perhaps it was the thought of only 10k left to run of this painful race!

Those last six miles seemed to go fairly quickly, and before I knew it, I was running up the Mall. Apparently, so much 'in the zone' that I ran past both friends and family at miles 23 and 25 without seeing them at all. Never have I been so happy to see a sign saying 800 metres to go, telling myself 'two laps of the track, it's nothing you can do it' - yes, there was a lot of talking to myself during this race - then 600 metres, then 375 metres and then I'd done it. Such relief as my feet touched the timing pads at the finish line.

Meeting up with family

It's such a strange feeling finishing a marathon. My body's not quite sure whether it can stop running now, and I think it takes a good quarter of an hour for my brain to register that I've done it. In a daze, I remembered the Marathon Talk advice to keep moving, so I kept walking. I'd arranged to meet family and friends at the A-Z meeting area, cursing that I am a W and, therefore, the furthest away I kept going until I finally found James and burst into tears of relief that the whole thing was over. Pulled myself together for a few photos and headed back to the hotel as we were heading home that evening.

Smiling now it's over

I watched the highlights of the London Marathon on the BBC iPlayer the following day, and only then did it hit me what a major event I'd been privileged to take part in, and that, despite not reaching my goal, I hadn't done too badly at all. I've also raised a total of £746 for the British Heart Foundation so I guess it was worth every step.

So, will I ever do another marathon? I'm not sure. Will I ever run again? Of course I will. I'll just be sticking to shorter races. There's still a 5k PB to get.

The Last Supper

Well deserved tea and cake

The end of a gorgeous Spring day where the sun has shone from early morning to late evening, and I'm feeling really happy and optimistic for next week's marathon.

I set out fairly early this morning to meet other club runners at Apperley Bridge for the final long run which, according to my training plan, needed to be an easy 90 minutes. Twelve of us turned up, despite only four of us actually running the marathon next week, which was brilliant and really sums up the massive support we've had whilst training. We set off on the canal running towards Leeds planning to run out for 45 minutes and then turnaround, the idea being that everyone could go at their own pace but we would all arrive back at the same time.

I ran ahead a little with Karen, and before we knew it we were a long way in front of everyone, inadvertently running even faster than marathon pace despite the intention of going out for an easy run. I think we were possibly getting a bit overexcited that this was the final long run, so we had to keep reminding each other to slow down! Eventually, about six of us managed to run in a pack at a steady pace, managing just over nine miles in all. I absolutely loved the 45 minute turnaround point as it felt like, that was it, the training's done and we're heading back ready for London. In reality, we headed back for tea and cake at Toby's Tea Room to celebrate. I hope it wasn't premature!

So, that's it. With the exception of a couple of short runs this week and a pre marathon sports massage (which Penny has promised won't hurt), London Marathon training for 2011 is done. And what a great way for it to end; in the sunshine surrounded by friends.

It seems a very long time ago, on that fateful Friday night last November when I learnt that I had been lucky enough to get a place in the marathon. And now next Sunday, I'll be donning my red British Heart Foundation vest and running the streets of London. Whatever happens, I'd like to thank everyone who has supported me over the last 14 weeks and especially all those who have sponsored me, giving me just short of £600 raised.

 I'll see you on the other side...and here's hoping triumphant.

Taper-worm

Mmmm a new favourite

I confess I'm forcing myself to write this post simply in an attempt to avoid continuing to sit here stuffing myself full of junk. 

Yes, that's right. Food has found me. 

I don't think this is an unusual thing when tapering, as the advice given on Marathon Talk last week was to try to avoid getting to the marathon start line a stone heavier.  I've now cut the volume of running which means I can't burn as many calories so why can't I stop eating?

And I must resist the temptation to write it off as my body needing to store carbs before race day because even I know that's a load of rubbish. I don't think I even need to start carb loading until the Thursday before the race. So even I can't stretch it to two weeks before. 

At this rate, I'm going to need a whole new race outfit because I won't be able to squeeze myself into my shorts. How attractive. 

It's been a funny first week of tapering. After rejoicing that it was time to taper following my last long, long run of 18 miles, I've gone into it pretty hesitantly. It's so hard to get the balance right between not overdoing it but not undoing it either. 

Last week, I went to my usual Monday night class on running efficiency, aka olympic bootcamp, where it is impossible to under-do it as it's such intensive training. Coach Ilona had us doing plyometrics much to everyone's amusement as I think it's fair to say we were all really bad at them. This was followed by a circuit of hurdles, then out onto the field for three laps of a circuit involving sprinting, hurdles, burpees, box jumps and star jumps. Then moving onto a pyramid of hill sprints, after which we were rewarded with half an hour of core work. Phew!

Unsurprisingly, by Tuesday following a particularly painful sports massage session, I was too shattered to move so decided to 'listen to my body' (as I keep being told to do), and instead of doing my usual run with the Saltaire Striders, I rested (oh and ate). The problem with this method is that if I listened to my body all the time, it is unlikely that I would ever move from the sofa. 

Thursday was back to the track, which was a far cry from the previous week's beautiful run in Aberdovey. Horsfall track seems to have its very own micro climate of rain and gale force winds. It was another tough night of more plyometrics followed by 10 lots of 400 metres at effort with 200 metres recovery after each effort. This was made harder by running with Amanda and Claire again who are both faster than me so it was tough going to keep up with them even with Brian shouting at me to 'stay with the pack'. I do love the track though. It pushes me harder than any other type of training, and I never fail to drive home on a high. 

On Saturday, I headed out for a two hour 'easy' run with Karen, and we managed to cover just over 12 miles. It's hard to believe that a run which is almost a half marathon is classed as cutting back the training. We had a lovely run though, and we do a good job of keeping each other going as we're a similar pace. 

On Sunday, I snuck in a 10k race in Wakefield. I think I probably shouldn't have been racing at this stage but it was with work not club so I somehow convinced myself it didn't count. It was a lovely sunny morning, and we headed out on Horbury Road. My legs were tired so I struggled a bit but tried to pretend I was running on the track where discomfort is obligatory. I didn't wear a watch, so I was ecstatic to realise that I had managed a PB of 49.33, finally getting below 50 minutes! 

So, the final long(ish) run is planned for next Sunday, and we marathon trainers from club have planned a 90 minute run along the canal - 45 minutes out and the same all the way back to Toby's Tea Room, where I will be indulging in, yes, you've guessed it, cake! 

The storm (marathon training) predicted back in December has passed. Let calm resume. 

Just the small matter of 26.2 miles to complete.