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London Marathon Training: Week 2

1/19/2020

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Entering the second week of training and I am already starting to feel some small improvements in my running. It may only be week two of training but I have also logged 39 miles of running, which is quite a step up. I feel good for it though and have even manged to balance some non-running life 'stuff' within the week. I am proud of this too - in the past I would sometimes let marathon training dominate my entire life, but as I become more experienced as runner, I am also learning to find that balance.

MONDAY: a return to Body Pump after a few weeks break. This week my coughing has virtually gone (thank goodness!) and whilst some soreness remained in my side at the start of the week, I felt able to return to doing some strength work.

TUESDAY: a return to strength training felt good, however inevitably I also felt the effect of it today. DOMs hit almost instantly - forget any delay! I had 5 tempo miles on the plan, but found it tough to hit my desired half marathon pace for the middle three miles. I did scrape under the 8 min/mile marker at least, and I was no too hard on myself due to the soreness I was feeling in my legs.

WEDNESDAY: 6 easy miles, which felt needed for my legs and I easily kept the pace toward the 8:40 min/mile region.

THURSDAY: with my muscles feeling less sore I attempted a double run day, with my own interval run planned for the morning and a Run Club session in the evening. Despite messing up using my watch on the intervals (it has been that long since I last did any I was out of practice!) I was really pleased with how I ran. I ran 6 miles with 4 x 1 mile reps; I focused on effort rather than pace for the reps and logged some respectable splits of 7.33, 7.15, 7.18 and 7.39 min/mile repeated along a circular loop which did include a slight hill! Later at Run Club I added 5 more miles during an 'out and back' route battling some interesting headwind!

FRIDAY: Rest Day
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SATURDAY: this week Saturday became long run day as I had a friends birthday Saturday evening with the promise of homemade cocktails. I wanted to celebrate my friends birthday, I wanted to drink cocktails, I wanted to have some fun and I simply did not want marathon training to stop this. Amongst my own demands I also did not want to miss parkrun! The solution was to incorporate parkrun into my long run - something I have never actually tried before. I ran 4 miles down to Lincoln parkrun, completed parkrun, and then 7 miles home after. It certainly made 14 mils go by very quickly, and was a bit of a new challenge. I tried to keep the 4 mils down to parkrun steady, and the fact it was a very icy day helped me keep my parkrun pace in check a little (I am not very confident running on ice at the best of times!) The post parkrun miles were not as comfortable and I could feel that fact I had some extra pace exertion in my legs. I dug in though, embracing what was turning into a lovely day, and finished with an overall average pace of under 8:20 min/mile. With my long run banked, I was then able to enjoy my evening (which did include a lot of cocktails!) 

SUNDAY: after a lovely Saturday night it felt good to 'only' have 3 miles to run today. I enjoyed these later on, when I felt a bit more myself, keeping it easy paced and shaking the legs out a little. 

As you will see in the photo included, this week I have also been looking after my friend's kitten at my house. Through my cat sitting, I have learnt that if you want some procrastination for getting out the door and running a kitten playing with your shoelaces is certainly a good one!
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London Marathon Training: Week 1

1/12/2020

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There have been a few 'London Marathon Training Week One's' in my life across the past years; of which I am really grateful for. This latest 'Week 1' did feel a little different though with the remnants of a four weeks worth of illness in my body, as well as painful ribs on the right side of my body brought on from relentlessly coughing. I was therefore not going into Week One of training feeling physically at my most prepared. This has meant what normally has been seen by me as quite a 'light' week of training has felt a little more challenging than normal as I fight my way back to full fitness. I know I am not far from it though and I just need to be prepared to work that little bit harder, endure a bit more discomfort and keep my goals fresh in my mind over the next few weeks. If anyone has a cure for a cough though please also let me know - my ribs would certainly appreciate it!

MONDAY: Rest Day - I wanted to go back to Body Pump this week, but I knew it was not wise with my ribs. I did not feel assured in my physical ability and also was scared of making myself worse. 

TUESDAY: an easy paced 4 miles to kick start the running element of training - it was not hard for me to run easy for once, as this pace has formed the majority of my running the last few weeks!

WEDNESDAY: this run felt a little more like marathon training; 7 steady miles. I wanted to run sub 8:30 min/mile pace, but at first I struggled to hit this, which worried me. I did find my stride though, averaging 8.22 min/mile overall, although it took more effort than I would like. Reflecting I think it was a combination of my recent pattern of just running easy pace, and also the fact 7 miles is the longest I have ran early morning for a while - so the run was a little bit of a shock to my system. 

THURSDAY: back at Run Club and back at the track. As many members were beginning to restart their running after a bit of a Christmas break, we had opted for a slightly lighter session on the track, focusing on form and with some repeated reps at the end. This was good news as I am not sure my body would have coped with all out track efforts! I had 3 miles on my plan, and almost to perfection, logged just over this throughout the session averaging around 7 min/mile pace.
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FRIDAY: Rest Day and an opportunity to visit my Sport Therapist to look at my ribs. As I had correctly guessed, the muscles on my right hand side were strained and in a state of spasm from my cough, and she worked her magic (in a fairly painful way!) to help relieve this and restore a little bit of postural correctness. The area is still sore, and the fact I cannot rid myself of this cough doesn't help it recover, but its improved. 

​SATURDAY: a struggle of a run around Lincoln parkrun. It was a blustery day and I just did not have the strength to fight the wind; each time we met it on the course I just felt it push me back - I could barely even muster a sprint finish which I usually am able to find from somewhere even when I think I am dying! I ran over 22 minutes, which for me is far from my best. The run emphasised to me the strength/power I have lost in the past weeks; not enough for running to be impossibly hard, but enough to mean when met with challenges like this I am not quite back to top form yet.

SUNDAY: after yesterday's hard run I kept my expectations for today's longer run realistic. I would also be taking on 12 miles; my longest run for weeks. I got off to a tough start; my rib area hurt badly, stabbing into me as I breathed - it really was quite awful. My muscles needed to warm up so I knew I just had to try and override the pain and allow the muscles to relax a little and then I would be ok. Easier said than done! It did work though, as well as me massaging the area (and trying to hide the pain on my face) as I stopped at traffic lights. I have to say the run really exceeded my expectations; I ran along comfortably (ignoring my ribs!) and didn't look at my watch much, and was therefore surprised that the odd glance I did take saw a few sub 8:20 min/mile splits being logged. I maintained this consistency throughout the run, and whilst passing ten miles my legs did feel a little heavier as I asked that bit more from them for the first time in a while, I was really happy overall with how the run went. I finished with an average pace of 8:20 min/mile - which felt natural, despite being much quicker than I imagined and probably should have ran! 

Next week the mileage picks up a little more - lets hope my ribs do too!
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The Start of the Next Adventure...

1/5/2020

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​Tomorrow marks the start of my 16 week training pursuit ahead of the London Marathon in April. It feels like a while since my last marathon training block ahead of Chicago Marathon in October, and mentally I feel refreshed and ready to work hard again – I am even prepared for those 5:30am training alarms! Physically the last couple of weeks have not been perfect prep though; I have been battling on with a cold/cough/flu like virus which seems to be widespread this winter. Over the festive season running has not been as consistent as I would normally like, although on the flip side, perhaps you could say if I had perhaps rested more from running then maybe I would have shaken my germs a little quicker... I could not resist the plethora of parkrun opportunities which were presented to me over the past two weeks though, and these have formed the majority of my harder intensity runs. In between I have managed a few runs, not much in distance and keeping the pace comfortable – mainly because the longer I tried to run the more my cough threatened to take over my body!

The highlights of my festive period of running have been my parkrun trips which included Ipswich on Christmas day – a festive blast around Chantry Park, which I remember well from Cross Country at School, and Bury St Edmunds parkrun in the ‘betwixmas period’ - the muddiest run I have possibly ever completed, with a sticky, boggy course creating some fun challenges whilst also highlighting my road running abilities!

On New Year’s Days I took on the parkrun double at Normanby Hall and Scunthorpe which both saw huge numbers, the latter 919 runners, which is the biggest parkrun I have been involved in. I ran well at Normanby, feeling like my cold was shifting, however got a bit stuck in the crowds at Scunthorpe and wasted far too much energy trying to catch up with the frontrunners and found it a tough little leg test. I was really pleased that my work colleague who lives near Normanby also challenged himself with the parkrun double; he normally swears that 5k is his max but proved himself wrong. In term of longer runs for myself, I have managed a 6.5 miler with my sister; when we both didn’t feel that great but each other’s company spurred us on, and a couple of 5 milers.

This weekend felt like a bit of a breakthrough with my virus though; I felt and ran better back at my home Lincoln parkrun in the first event of 2020, finishing in 21:30 – by no means my best time, but getting back closer. Today I then managed my longest run for a couple of weeks; 8 miles at a better pace too. The only niggle which still remains is a rather pathetic coughing induced injury. After relentless coughing, on New Year’s Eve I finally felt my body give up a little, as the muscles downs my right hand side strained and pulled. It hurt a lot at the time and at one point I debated whether I would actually make my New Years Day parkrun plans, but I have managed to keep running. I think the adrenaline of running overrides the pain slightly, although certainly not completely, however day to day the pain has often been very intense, like a sharp stabbing. Its not pleasant I have to say, and I can tell my body is not aligned right as I try compensate the muscle imbalance. Physio is booked for Friday needless to say!
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Looking ahead to next week and the start of my training, it feels good to have a plan to follow, as whilst I have enjoyed some relaxed weeks, I am ready for structure again. My goal for the London Marathon will be to try and hunt for that PB again – so something in the 3:30 region! It will require hard work and determination, but I have been close before, so I have to remain confident, learn from the past and draw on the experiences of others around me. I will be committed to training and developing myself as a runner, whilst also continuing to develop my life around running - there is one I promise!
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The next adventure begins... ​
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2019: A Year of Running

12/31/2019

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2019 – the end of a year and the end of a decade. In the past ten years so much has changed for me, but the biggest impact on my life has been running. In 2009 I had never ran a race before and only took part in running as part of playing and training for football; now ten years on and I have 70 race medals hung from my medal board in my home, have travelled the world to complete marathons, and cannot imagine a weekend passing without attending parkrun. I am a runner; it defines me and has enhanced my confidence in myself, my body and opened my life to a whole community of people and friends. I cannot imagine life without running now.  

2019 itself had a lot to live up to running wise after 2018 was a year in which I set PBs at every distance and achieved more than I ever could imagine. However, if I am honest 2018 was tough personally; it tested me, knocked me down a few times and for periods left my feeling quite sad and lost. Running was a times intertwined with this, simply because my personal life and running life cross over quite closely. I knew this year I had to be ready to make some changes and also accept change – which I am not always keen to do! By far the biggest change I made was to take the step and join a running club – Lincs S&C Run Club. I never thought I wanted to be part of a running club, however I was wrong. This group has given me a network buddies to run with during the week, friends to attend races with, people to be inspired by and push myself alongside, and being a run leader has ignited my coaching passion again. I want to thank my Sports Therapist for encouraging me to get involved with this group; through our chats over the massage bed I think she knew what I was missing from my running, and suggested I get involved with her and others in setting up this new club. My Sports Therapist also encouraged me to meet up with another one of her coaches for some runs, and this year Tom has become my Wednesday morning 6am run buddy and given me a mid-week training boost many a time.

It has not always been easy though; by June/July personally I truly felt like I had everything falling into place again, only for my happiness to be rocked slightly. I wobbled in the lead up to my Chicago Marathon in October, things changed in my life again which made me doubt myself, and this also transferred into my running a little. I lost confidence in myself and personally I had to come to terms with the fact I had also lost people I cared very much about from my life. The last few months though I have been rebuilding myself again; its not easy to admit that you have become detached from people you once felt so close to, but sometimes you have to accept it in order to restore your peace. Sounds deep - but it is true.

Back to the running, and whilst the PBs have not been as extensive as in 2018, its been another memorable year running wise as I have revisited favourite races and experienced new challenges.

Leicestershire Half Marathon - 1:35:23
I started the year on a high with an unexpected PB at Leicestershire Half Marathon. It was one of those days when my body and mind were all in sync, and despite pushing hard, running seemed effortless. I can still recall feeling such a surge of power in my body as I ran a 7 min/mile split to finish 13.1 miles – I think this amazed me just as much as the PB!

Cambridge Half Marathon - 1:37:49
On a miserable, grey race day, I battled hard at Cambridge Half Marathon for another sub 1:40 time. In the midst of marathon training I was tired heading into this event and I definitely did not feel that effortless running that I experienced in Leicester! I was spurred on by my parents’ support though and it is always great to share my running with them.  

Ashby 20 - 2:43:22
This was an event I had heard much about but had never taken part in, so I was really pleased to get a chance to run it this year. I loved it and ran so strongly; it has to be one of my best performances of the year. I averaged 8:10 min/mile across a hilly course and it gave me such confidence in my marathon training.
 
Lincoln 10k - 55:01
With my hometown event falling a week before the marathon I had been training so hard for, I knew I did not want to race the 10k, however I also did not want to miss it either. I was therefore so pleased to be able to pace my friend on the day to a new PB; it saved my legs but also allowed me to embrace the event in a different light. I ran with such a smile and still remember the joyful hug we shared at the end and being able to share my friend’s moment of triumph.   

Brighton Marathon - 3:43:38
I gave everything across these 26.2 miles – I had trained so well and knew I had to be willing to take a risk to get the ultimate reward I wanted. I ran bravely, and whilst the course was tougher than I anticipated, it was the brutal headwind in the final few miles along the seafront which saw my PB dream slip from my grasp. I was not disappointed however, just very drained!
 
North Lincolnshire Half Marathon -1:41:02
My efforts at Brighton Marathon hit my body hard and this race was very much an event for the mind rather than for any specific finish time. I ran consistently and happily though and this helped to restore faith in my body as well as being able to enjoy a race day experience with friends.
 
Woodhall Spa 10k - 45:11
I enjoyed this event, which is very popular in the local running scene, just not really for running reasons! It’s a lovely social race, but this year it was just too warm and my body too sore to actually be able to enjoy racing it properly. I struggled running and I could not wait for it to be over from early on – but these experiences make you stronger eventually.

Round Sheffield Run - 1:43:50
I love this race, although I feel I need to stop shouting about it as it is becoming so popular now! It is my annual venture into trial running, and the multi staged aspect of the event presents such a unique and different challenge. I always run Round Sheffield Run with my friend as a pair, and this year it was one of the rare times we ran together in any form; this fact makes me sad, but also means this was an extra special year to remember.  

Sleaford 10k - 44:22
A Friday night spent running with friends and finishing with a banquet of cake – why had I never taken part in Sleaford 10k before?! This 10k is another popular local event and now I know why. In very windy conditions I ran strongly and thoroughly enjoyed the course, even managing to grab myself a little trophy for finishing second female overall.

Newark Half Marathon - 1:38:52
Held just two days after Sleaford 10k and with a mixed bag of weather to contend with, I was exceptionally happy to log another solid half marathon time again in Newark and go sub 1:40. With marathon training well underway again it was a good marker of my fitness.

Newton's Fraction Half Marathon - 1:43:36
This race formed part of my marathon training, and although I had never taken part in it before, I had heard much about the big hills which formed part of the course. The hills were indeed testing, but my legs felt strong to their challenge, even if I lacked a bit of speed, and I felt my time was a fair reflection of the event.
 
Chicago Marathon - 3:49:50
I find it hard to pick a favourite race from this year as all have been special for very different reasons, however travelling to Chicago on my own to complete my 10th marathon is probably the feat I am most proud of. It scared me, but I did it; and as a few people have pointed out to me since, it actually took great courage to undertake this particular running adventure. A personal and highly memorable marathon.

Doncaster 10k - 42:42
This year saw me complete a hat trick of 10k PBs at this event. I did not feel in shape for a PB at all, with my post marathon running mainly consisting of steady and easy runs. However, on the day the strength in my body amazed me, and the support I got from sharing the event with many friends from my Run Club and beyond was fantastic and really spurred me on.
 
Santa Fun Run, Lincoln
Signing off the racing year by successfully defending my Lincoln Santa Run title – I mean what more could I want..!
 
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My parkrun running tally continues to rise as I attend my beloved home Lincoln parkrun event each week, along with new tourism visits notched up at Scunthorpe, Croxteth Hall and York, and other parkrun events revisited at Clumber Park, Normanby Hall, Ipswich and Bury St Edmunds. Perhaps most significantly I proudly completed my 25th volunteering milestone this year, and sign off 2019 on 31 volunteer stints and 157 parkruns. It is safe to say both these tallies will only rise next year and in the decade ahead. 
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I look back at 2019 feeling proud - proud to have accomplished all the above in running and proud to have created a life for myself across the last decade in which this is all possible. I regard myself as a fairly independent person, however I cannot ever sign off a year without acknowledging the support, care and kindness I receive from friends, family and fellow runners across my life and running adventures - it really does mean an incredible amount and never underestimate the power a few words of support, wisdom or advice have on me. Thank you. 
Let's see what 2020 and the next decade brings...
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The 'Under The Weather' Week

12/22/2019

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I was going to say that this week has been a bit of a running write off, and my heart does still feel a bit like that, but my head tells me I have still manged a fair bit despite feeling considerably under the weather. I am rarely ill (thankfully!) and I do not cope well when I am not 100%. Pretty much all week I have been struggling with a form of cold which has given me at times headaches, earaches, a feeling of never being able to be warm, nausea, loss of appetite and most annoyingly, a chesty cough. With this in mind I should be thankful I have logged the miles I have done and also managed to keep going into work each day! I think I only have myself to blame for succumbing to winter illness; its been a busy few weeks recently, not even particularly in a running sense, and I have simply worn myself out and allowed myself to become more susceptible. Lesson learnt - usually the hard way!

MONDAY: this was the one day of the week when I felt good and completed my usual Body Pump class as normal. 

TUESDAY: I enjoyed a nice run this evening, logging a comfortable 8 miles achieved through running to meet some members of my Run Club for a social run and then home again afterwards. However when I got home I began to sense things were not quite right; I could not get warm and was almost to the point of shivering in bed...

WEDNESDAY: I woke today feeling ok, but with ice on the pavements and no plans for the evening, I decided upon an evening run when I at least thought I would be able to run with a bit more freedom on the footpaths. It seemed a great plan at the time, however throughout the day I could feel myself deteriorating; a cough developed and my body temperature seemed all over the place. After walking home from work I literally had to jump into a hot shower and then straight into bed - which is not like me at all. No running needless to say.

THURSDAY: after succumbing to my bed for all of Wednesday evening, I tried a few miles this morning with no ambition other than just to see how I felt and assess whether I would be able to join in my Run Club session later that evening. I ran 3.5 miles very gently, and to be honest I could not up the pace even if I wanted to as my cough threatened to battle through my breathing as if to remind me I was not 100%. The run gave me confidence to join Run Club later though, which I really did not want to miss as it was our final session of the year and we had a social run planned to give Christmas gifts to residents at a local care home. It was only 2 miles, so I did not overdo things too much with a double run. 

FRIDAY: Rest Day - if I felt better I had toyed with the idea of making up for missing Wednesday with a few miles today, but I was honest with myself - I felt no better and also wanted to try and feel some improvement to be able to enjoy parkrun on Saturday, as well as my work Christmas party on Saturday night!
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SATURDAY: I made it to a Christmassy themed Lincoln parkrun, but I did not feel great. It was still lovely to be there though and see people in their festive dress; I had my own Santa hat hair clipped to my head, which I am always determined I will keep on throughout my run! Running was ok for the first couple of miles; I was going steadily, not as speedy as I can be, but not as much as a struggle as I thought. The final mile however was really hard; I felt all my energy drain from my body almost instantly, which considering my food intake has been pretty poor all week, was not really surprising. I finished in 22:02, which was good all things considering, although my cough and body soon reminded me that maybe even that was a bit too much of an ask today as I spluttered next to the finish funnel trying to get rid of the taste of blood in my mouth. Delightful I know. I managed to wish most of my parkrun friends Merry Christmas though - so I was still pleased I had ran.

SUNDAY: when looking at my calendar a few weeks ago I had thought today's run may be shorter and easier due to Christmas festivities on Saturday night as part of my work Christmas party - but to be honest our party was not that wild or late and if it had not been for my illness I think I would have woken feeling virtually normal. My lurgy still remained though, and sadly it seems neither running or gin is a cure for a cough! I had very little energy today but felt like I really wanted to try some form of run. It was not great, my chest did not enjoy it and any demand on my legs other than a nice flat pavement felt like a huge test. I called it a day at 4.5 miles; it seemed pointless to try more as there was no real benefit. It bothered me a little as I want to try and keep some consistent mileage during this non training period; but I have to be realistic as to what is best and actually beneficial for my body. I have probably done too much this week as it is! 

I hope my germs will disappear quickly, especially as we head into Christmas week. My festive season features a lot of parkrun plans and I want to enjoy these runs, as well as simply Christmas itself! ​
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The Week of Christmas Craziness

12/15/2019

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Christmas craziness has hit me this week - its been very busy and full of lots of different elements; one of which still remains running of course! Work has dominated proceedings and I have worked a lot of long days, late evenings and had something work related on all seven days of the week. It is easy to see how you could let running slip from your agenda during times/weeks like this - but for me its the one constant that keeps me sane. 

MONDAY: Body Pump class

TUESDAY: I am not really sure why, but Monday night's weights class really hit my body hard this week, and I woke with bad DOMs. An easy 5 miles was therefore in order trying to shake out my legs a little.

WEDNESDAY: after a late night working Tuesday and another long day ahead taking some young people bowling in the evening as part of their Christmas social, it was tough to get out of bed this morning. I wanted to push myself a little more on my run but knew I needed to find the challenge from somewhere other than my own motivation. On occasions when I feel like this, I like to take to the hills; you cannot hide from the challenge on the inclines! I logged 4 miles with 5 hills tests. 

THURSDAY: tonight's 6 miles were split into two runs; 3 by myself with some steady loops incorporating a couple of hills again, followed by three more sociable miles with my Run Club, taking part in a Christmas photo challenge (see image) ending in chocolate orange and drinks at the pub. 

FRIDAY: Rest Day - although working from 7:30am-9:30pm did not feel like much of a break, and after an already busy week, by the time I got home I was knackered. I had also felt a bit ill during the day, which is unlike me, but I certainly felt like I was struggling a little. 

SATURDAY: for the first time in what feels like forever, when my alarm went off this morning I did not instantly want to go to parkrun. The tiredness remained and the thought of just rolling over into bed and hiding in the covers felt very appealing. Of course, I still found myself stood in the chilly wind whipping across Boultham Park, and what motivated me to be there was getting my weekly hit of chatter and friends, not really the running! As I walked over to the start area with the other hundreds of runners I suddenly remembered I had set myself a goal for this week's run. Last week I had been chatting to a fellow runner I am often running near to at parkrun and had mentioned how I wanted to try and get back under 21 minutes before the end of 2019. My fellow parkrunner had told me to stick with him next week and he would try pace me under the time. I had forgotten his kind offer until he smiled at me from the starting line up this morning. 'Ready?' he asked. Well I wasn't. but I nodded anyway!
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I stuck with my running friend on all three loops of the course, focused on nothing more than following his footsteps and trusting his pacing. My mind was tunnelled almost, nothing registered about how tired I was or how my legs felt, I was just running. Stopping my watch in the finish funnel my pacer turned and gave me a high 5 before I even had chance to look at the screen; I knew I had done it. 20:56 is not a PB, but I was really happy to meet my target, and very thankful of my pacer too, as I truly would not have done that this week without him.

​SUNDAY: today was another double run day, with a festive 3 mile spin around the Lincoln Santa Run in the morning, and a steady 5 miles later in the day. I took on the Santa Run last year with work colleagues, as the charity I work for is one of the causes people can chose to fundraise towards as part of the event. This year again the run had a slight work tinge to it, as I arrived early with 'Poacher' our mascot to entertain the crowds. It is lovely seeing all the families and friends join together in a sea of red and I hope our presence added a bit extra to the event. I ran fast around the 3 mile course, chasing after some speedy young lads (and trying just to warm up!) and placed first female for the second year running - its not a race really though! I think what shocked people more was to see me running in trousers rather than shorts..! After packing away all work related items I will admit I crashed a little in the afternoon, I think the whole week hit me a bit, but a few mind clearing miles were needed and I was pleased I did lace my trainers up again. 

Next week is a bit quieter - thankfully!
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The Week of Focusing Forward

12/8/2019

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2019 is drawing to an increasing close, with just over three weeks left until we enter the next decade. I have found myself a little reflective this week, and thinking about certain things which have changed in my life this year did leave me feeling a little down on a couple of days. I can always rely on running to lift my spirits though, and this week has been boosted by some happy running and exciting forward planning for the new year...

MONDAY: the week started with my usual venture to a Body Pump class, however my working day featured some exciting new running plans for 2020. The charity I work for - Lincoln City Foundation - along with event organisers Curly's Athletes are holding the first Lincoln City Half Marathon event in September 2020, and entries launched today. It comes after a lot of months of hard work (which have truly opened my eyes to the behind the scenes aspects involved in organising running events) and is something I have become very passionate about. It feels special to be involved in delivering an event for my home city, which I know will have such a positive impact on so many people and communities. I never thought I would find myself in this position, and its an opportunity I am relishing. Feel free to take a look here www.lincolncityhalfmarathon.co.uk if you would like to find out more. 

TUESDAY: a quick 4 mile spin around the centre of Lincoln which ended up being a fartlek style session where I pushed the speed on some flatter sections, but also tested myself on a couple of hills - I did not plan it particularly, just went out and had a bit of fun!

WEDNESDAY: this morning's run was spent chasing after my Wednesday morning running partner - he was just too quick for me this week! Our first three miles were around 7:30 min/mile pace and this pace probably shocked my legs a little too much, and I found myself hanging on for the remaining 3.5 miles we completed. Trying to keep up with him was a motivation boost at least!

THURSDAY: tonight's Run Club session was a time trial on the track - however when we planned the session we probably did not expect it to be a very windy evening... A couple of warm up laps highlighted very obviously that the home straight and the preceding bend were pretty much into a direct headwind, which just added to the challenge ahead of us! Did I think running time trials would be as hard as it was - short answer, no! We all ran 800m, 400m, 200m and 100m distances trying to set the quickest time we could, and it truly wiped out my legs! 800m was first and it was disgusting; the second lap felt like 400m of running on empty, especially battling that head wind twice; my time was 2 mins 59 seconds. 400m seemed slightly more bearable and I managed it in 1 min 19 seconds, however coming off the track my legs felt almost like I had just run a marathon! For someone who prefers distance running, strangely I felt stronger running 200m and 100m, managing the former in 36:39 seconds and 100m in 18:58. I am not going to be breaking any track records in my lifetime, but I enjoyed the different test and also the camaraderie among our Run Club members as we cheered each other on from the track-side. 
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FRIDAY: Rest Day

​SATURDAY: although an improvement on last week's time, my parkrun performance at Lincoln today was still not back to its best. I felt I ran better, but some tightness and DOMs still lingered from the track session, which I am sure held me back a little; however 21:22 is not horrendous by any means. I had a really happy morning though chatting to lots of people as usual, and that is really what my Saturday's are about to be honest, it is much more than just how fast I can run a 5k. 

SUNDAY: I woke early this morning for 10 miles, setting off in darkness and heading for home just as the sun was rising. It was nice, steady run, hovering around the 8.30 min/mile marker, just focusing on keeping some distance in my legs. My early run was planned so I could be sorted in time for a big Run Club meeting which was being held between my fellow Run Leaders to discuss our plans for 2020, which will include us becoming an affiliated club. I have never been in a running club before, and as I have said before, it has been one of the better things to have changed in my life this year. Run Club has opened my running world even further and given me many new friends, people who support me and people I hope I can offer the same level of support to back. I left the meeting feeling very positive about 2020, and it was really what I needed.

I sometimes find change hard, especially when it is something that has changed in my life which I have not wanted to happen or have had no control over. I think I will always struggle with this, however sometimes change and things happen for a reason, and I shall aim to embrace that looking ahead into 2020. 
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The 'Downtime' Week

12/1/2019

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I say this is the week of 'downtime' however it has in fact been incredibly busy, with lots of positive things happening professionally and personally. I use the term 'downtime' more to refer to my running this week - I gave my all in one final push around Doncaster 10k on Sunday, and I have just felt the need to press pause again these past few days. There are five weeks until my London Marathon training starts and I will then be back in full marathon mode. I need to enjoy the rapidly approaching festive season, relax and feel refreshed ready to tackle the training challenges, both physically and mentally, especially as I want to be chasing a big goal. I am not going to be slobbing out on the sofa for the next five weeks - I do not think I could ever do that! - but I am going to allow myself as much freedom as possible. 

MONDAY: I was sore after Doncaster 10k - a level of DOMs which shocked me at first, but then made me reflect on how much I must have challenged my body on the day. It was perhaps a good omen that my intended Body Pump class was therefore cancelled. 

TUESDAY: tonight was something very different for me running wise as I volunteered along with other members of my Run Club to support a local Hospice with an event they hold to remember loved ones during the festive season. As part of their planned Torchlight Procession they require a number of runners to run from a local church carry lit torches, to then light up the torches of the thousands of people gathered to take part in the procession. Running is only a very small part of the event, and I did not volunteer because I wanted a running challenge, it just seemed like a lovely thing to support, and  I ran to the meet point and home again after logging 5 miles of my own 'training' away. The event itself was wonderful, although a little scary at times carry what essentially are these massive wooden ticks which are set on fire! 

WEDNESDAY: with my legs still a bit sore from Sunday's race, this morning's 5 miles were taken easily, whilst squelching through huge puddles and embracing the downpours of rain.  

THURSDAY: after some pretty easy paced running so far this week, I was looking forward to some speed work at Run Club. On the agenda were minute reps completed as many times as possible during the time duration. It was a great session, with a mile warm up and cool down allowing me to catch up up with a few members, with then the 'all out' efforts in the middle. I managed ten reps, with a recovery jog in between, and despite completely messing up my Garmin programming, I was able to decipher later that I had been very consistent with the amount of distance I was able to achieve each time, averaging roughly 6.20 min/mile during the effort periods.
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FRIDAY: Rest Day

​SATURDAY: when it takes you over ten minutes to de-ice your car you know it is pretty Baltic outside! This morning's parkrun was indeed cold and frosty, with a glisten of ice and frost on the paths and grass. 'Not a day for PBs' our Lincoln Run Director rightly warned us! I did not run too bad, finishing  in 21:38, but just did not feel confident enough with my footing to push myself fully at certain points on the course, especially as the footpaths become a bit slipper the more people had ran on them. I would of course rather run parkrun safely than not at all though!

​SUNDAY: Saturday night was our Run Club Christmas Party and we had a wonderfully jammed packed evening, starting at an Escape Room, followed by drinks and nibbles at a Board Game Cafe, and then a few of us headed out for some more drinks in other bars across Lincoln. Somehow I did not get home until nearly 3am - I am not even sure how that happened but shows you how much i was clearly enjoying myself! Time just flew by and a fair bit of gin was consumed along the way.... needless I was not really feeling Sunday morning's longer run. I do not really drink much anymore and also seem to need my sleep - so a double whammy of too much of one and not enough of the other knocked me for six a little. I eventually got out for some miles - settling on an easy 8 miles quite quickly as it felt a bit of an effort to keep my legs moving. It was nice to have the freedom to be able to enjoy a night with my Run Club and not have the fear of things affecting a training programme or race. ​
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Doncaster 10k 2019

11/27/2019

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To run a race multiple times can only mean one thing - it is worth entering! I love the Doncaster 10k simply because it is a fantastic running event; well organised, excellent race facilities, bespoke bibs and medals, a post race area filled with thoughtful free refreshments, and a great running route. This was my third consecutive year at Doncaster 10k, and on the previous two occasions I had not only ran a PB, but had also had two very memorable days shared with friends; in 2017 my friend when she was visiting from Australia, and then the following year with her mother. I just love sharing running experiences, and to be honest the thing I was most looking forward to about this year's Doncaster 10k was to have a first real group outing for my Run Club - Lincs S&C Run Club.

Doncaster 10k was the first time I had pinned a race number on since Chicago Marathon. In the weeks since this race I have been running pretty much just for enjoyment, no real structure or plan, just doing what I feel. It has been what my mind and body has needed, so I felt no pressure to meet any form of goal at this 10k. Driving to Doncaster with a fellow Run Club member who had also ran an Autumn marathon, we both seemed to be in the same boat - just planning to go with the flow and see what we could do on the day! On arrival we met with other club members inside Doncaster Racecourse, which is the hub of the event and where the route starts and finishes. We stood and chatted, took a few photos and I just felt completely relaxed. I was also so pleased it was such a pleasant November day - I stood in shorts and a vest quite comfortably and I knew it would be great running conditions.

My happy mood continued as we made our way to the start line; I could have stayed chatting with friends in the start pens all race, but I eventually realised I probably needed to position myself somewhere suitable in the time zones. I opted for in between the sub 40 and sub 45 minute pacer - whilst I had no strict time goal for Doncaster 10k, I do believe you have to have some form of notion about what you may be capable of. I think I thought I ought to be running a sub 45 minute time, but I also probably thought I would just about squeeze in under this marker considering my lack of focused 'training' of late. After a poignant minutes silence to remember a fellow runner who should have been on the start line among us, but sadly passed away before race day, the start gun pierced the air and it was time to race. 

Doncaster 10k almost feels like a race of two halves - the first 5k is a section into Doncaster town centre, followed by a weave around some of the main streets, and then back to the racecourse. The second 5k is then virtually an out and back section heading away from the racecourse again, before returning to finish inside the venue and next to the main stand. During the first half of the route I ran hard and allowed the runners around me to sweep me along. I remember seeing the splits tick over on my watch and scarcely believing them; sub 7 min/miles were being logged, yet it did not feel like I was pushing that much. I used this confidence as I passed through the half way point and another sub 7 min/mile split ticked over. Half the race was in the bag now and I was just telling myself to hang on for another 3 miles. I guess my mentality was that I have pushed myself for a much longer duration and asked more of my legs for lengthier miles before, so I had to keep believing I could sustain this for a just a bit longer. 

The out and back second half of the Doncaster 10k is actually something I really enjoy - I seem to feed off seeing runners on the other side of the road. The turn around point at end of this 'out' section is however slightly less enjoyable, featuring a short but noticeable incline; I knew it was coming, but I was still not prepared for how much it tested me this year. I felt like I was running through treacle going up it; it really took the momentum and drive out of my stride and I could feel my speed plummet. 
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As I neared the top I had pretty much prepared myself for my race now to be over and I presumed I was going to come off this hill completely spent - I had rode my luck for some miles and now the reality would hit. It didn't though, and as I turned to head for home, I felt my body almost restore in strength with each step. Along this return to the racecourse I was now able to spot lots of Run Club members and friends on the other side of the road and we cheered each other; it really motivated me to dig in that little bit more.

​With the final turns approaching I was asking everything from my legs; it was hard but I also loved the sensation of pushing my limits and feeling powerful and strong. I did attempt a few glances at my watch, but to be honest it felt like wasted energy, and I just needed to focus on chasing down the finish archway on the horizon. Running across the finish line and stopping my Garmin I ground to a halt, hands on knees, feeling that pulsing effort in my body - a bit like how I seem to feel at the end of parkrun each week when I have pushed myself over 5k! However this was double the distance, and when I had gathered myself to read my watch face I could not quite believe what it said - 42:42 - a new PB and my first time running sub 43 minutes.

​I was honestly shocked by that time, and maybe even a little embarrassed. I had been very open before the race that I did not feel I was in shape to challenge a PB and that it would be very surprising if I even got close to one, yet here I now was with a new PB and a time I probably never dreamed of running a few years ago. I guess my marathon training strength is still in my body, both mentally and physically. I felt determined during the race; I had a tenacity to keep pushing and I almost overrode the discomfort I felt, which I guess comes from challenging myself across all these races I have ran! I drew on experience and determination rather than any recent specific training, and today it just worked!

What made Doncaster 10k an even more memorable day was how many of my fellow Run Club members and friends also ran new PBs, or met their specific pre-race target,. It was a fantastic feeling being stood at the finish waiting for people to cross the line and seeing that joy on their face. Being able to share Doncaster 10k with a large group from my Run Club seemed a fitting way to sign off my final race of 2019, as joining the club has probably been the biggest change in my running life this year. I have never been part of a running club before, and if you had asked me a year or so ago I would have said I did not want to be part of one. Things changed in my life though, and I found myself missing the social element of my running - Run Club has given me that, as well as the chance to be a Run Leader and play a small role in supporting others on their running journeys.
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I can run, train and race to my heart's content, but what makes my heart fuller is sharing my passion with others.
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The Final Race Week

11/24/2019

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This week I signed off my 2019 racing year with a final 10k blast around Doncaster. The days preceding this were busy; work is a little full on at the moment with some long days, in addition to me trying to stick to some form of running schedule (thank god I am not in full scale marathon training at the moment!) It has been tiring; but I find it hard to truly complain about it when I am doing things I love. 

MONDAY: Body Pump class

TUESDAY: I woke this morning to a glistening frost on the ground. Peering from my bedroom window I could see the footpaths sparkling and that car windows were quite thickly iced - real winter running time. I opted for a cautious 5 miles; the footpaths themselves were not actually too bad, but patches where leaves had accumulated and extra water remained were very slippery and could easily catch you out. Simply put, any form of speed was just not worth this risk!

WEDNESDAY: after a few weeks where our schedules had not quite fitted, I rejoined my friend for an early Wednesday morning run and we had decided to test ourselves with 10k of 'rolling hills' which is a fairly well known running route in Lincoln incorporating a lot of the city's steepest inclines, including the infamous Steep Hill. I had one aim and that was not to stop on any of the hills! I am pleased to say I accomplished this, and whilst it was a indeed a test, I actually felt stronger than I expected and was able to recover quickly between the hill challenges.  

THURSDAY: this week's Run Club session was planned for the track and I knew sensibly I should not take part; I have not run on the track for around 6 weeks now with marathon running and recovery, and with a 10k race on Sunday I knew it would just trash my legs! I was so tired after a long and jammed packed day on Wednesday, instead of a morning run I planned to run to the track after work and help with the session, then run back to work after to drive home; what I had not planned for was another very cold day, and after spending all day outside at work I just could not face being stood in the cold again. I chose to take part in the track session instead, but took it very easy, and it was more a case of me running laps to keep warm rather than to train! With my run to and from the track I accumulated 6 miles - along with some very cold hands!

FRIDAY: before resting ahead of Sunday's race I decided to give my legs a bit of a stretch with a quicker 5k. The run was not quite as speedy as I would have liked, hovering around the 8 min/mile mark, and I was just feeling a little drained. I think a busy week and the cold conditions throughout had took some of my energy from me; it was good to note this though, and I made sure I focused on having a quiet Saturday before Sunday's race. 
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SATURDAY: Rest Day - including a soggy but happy stint of volunteering at Lincoln parkrun

​SUNDAY: my final race of 2019 - Doncaster 10k. This was my third consecutive year at the event, and on the previous two occasions I had ran a PB... no pressure then! I actually had no expectations about my performance today; my post marathon running had been fairly mixed and I was more looking forward to spending a morning with a number of members from my Run Club who were also taking on the event. I felt relaxed and happy at the start and by the finish my happiness still remained - with a little bit of added pain! 42:42 on the clock and my first sub 43 minute 10k (full blog to follow) I had amazed myself and was even happier that so many of my Run Club friends had also set new PB's and met their goals. I run better when I am happy - its a fact. ​
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The Week of Running Happy

11/17/2019

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I am really enjoying my running at the moment; I always love running, but currently with no training pressure and having successful made it through the post marathon struggle period, I just feel very happy with how things are. Its a simple feeling, but a good one. 
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MONDAY: Body Pump class

TUESDAY: I will soon be recommencing with a number of Tuesday evening work commitments, so am making the most of being able to join my Run Club's Tuesday social run whilst I can. This week's run was planned closer to my home, so I ran to join the group, enjoyed a lovely chatty few miles with friends, and then ran home, giving me a total of 6.5 miles at a nice mixture of paces. It is always enjoyable to run with others and also breaks up my normal 'training' routine of getting up early to run before work. I am therefore also enjoying some relative 'lie ins' at the moment, which is giving  my body another form of rest from peak training demands. 

WEDNESDAY: with a slightly longer run bagged yesterday, and the prospect of some tough hills on the agenda for tomorrow, I kept today's run shorter and steadier, aiming to hold close to 8 min/mile pace across the 4 miles. 

THURSDAY: I led my Run Club's session this week and had planned a hill session, with some tough hill repeats completed at maximum effort. I logged nearly 4 miles, but it wasn't the distance I was really after personally, but the intensity. I have been slowly incorporating a few more higher intensity runs back into my schedule lately, but nothing like this. I loved pushing myself up the hills, as well as looping around at times to support other members of the group. I had not tested myself like that for a while, and in the company of others, it was the perfect way to get back into it.

FRIDAY: Rest Day

SATURDAY: today marked Lincoln parkrun's 6th birthday and it made for an extra special Saturday morning. I have spent the vast majority of my Saturday morning's over recent years at Boultham Park, running my weekly 5k, but also making friends and happy memories along the way. I openly refer to Lincoln parkrun as 'my happy place' and it is simply for the sole reason that it is there for me every week no matter what is going on in my life, and never fails to bring a smile to my face regardless of how I run, or even whether I run or volunteer. 
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To mark the 6th birthday celebrations all runners were given a hankerchief which we waved at the local residents of the care home which overlooks the park. Every week our very own fan cub sits in the window of the care home and waves to us runners as we make the walk from the bandstand briefing to the start line, and its just one of the little things which makes our Lincoln parkrun community so special. As I completed my three laps I made sure to wave at the ladies each time, my show of appreciation for their ongoing support. In terms of ongoing support, it is on occasions such as this that I feel we have to say extra thanks to the core volunteer team we have at Lincoln parkrun who make our event happen each week (including those who have taken on the roles before), as well as the number of stalwart volunteers the event has - I hope days like this make them proud. Running wise I continued to shave a further few seconds off my recent running times and edge closer back to sub 21 minute territory, finishing in 21:04. I pushed myself, but I actually felt like I had something left in the tank at the end, so I was pleased to feel that strength returning again. 

SUNDAY: this morning's Sunday long run was a bit dreary; as I headed out the door the heavens opened, blowing cold rain into my face for the vast majority of the run. It would have been easy to cut my run short and head for home, but I wanted ten miles, so I stuck with it. I didn't focus on pace at all, just getting some consistent distance in, and the final few miles, when the rain finally stopped, were far more enjoyable. Next Sunday is my final race of the year - Doncaster 10k - I feel a lot more prepared to give it a good go then I did a couple of weeks back, and as ever, I am just happy to be running. ​
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The Recovery Race Week

11/10/2019

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This week has been my best since Chicago Marathon; one month post marathon and I think I can say I am beginning to feel like myself again in running terms – slow and steady wins the recovery ‘race’…

MONDAY: Body Pump class

TUESDAY: I knew this week I was going to be incorporating some more higher intensity runs back into my weekly schedule, so I kept this morning’s 5 miler reasonably easy. The positive for me was my ‘easy’ pace seemed to be back to my perceived normal range, and it did not feel a slog.

WEDNESDAY: Tuesday evening I had enjoyed a slightly abnormal weekday evening, attending some fireworks with my friend, as well as enjoying a few accompanying gin and tonics – the perks of not being in training mode meant I felt no guilt about this! I woke feeling a little tired - I am still used to my 8+ hours of sleep each night! – so decided upon a short sharp run. Heading down to the river near me I made use of the fact the footpath was flooded in places to test myself with some uninterpreted 1k reps. I logged 4 miles in total, with a warm up and cool down, and was very impressed by how my legs responded to some speed work.

THURSDAY: this turned into a Rest Day as my planned return to track running with my Run Club was thwarted by flooding. I ended up staying at work later than intended, add to this the torrential rain and I just decided tomorrow may be better for running…

FRIDAY: today was indeed better for running. I headed out for another 5 miles on one of my routes that incorporates a long hilly start. I ran up this hill well, at a much better pace than previous weeks. I then just grew into the run, naturally picking up the pace to finish with some sub 8 min/miles, which importantly did not feel a test.

​SATURDAY: I spent this weekend visiting my sister in her new home in York – this of course meant the perfect chance for some parkrun tourism. We had intended to go to New Earswick parkrun, which is the event closest to my sister’s home. However, the extensive rainfall in the week meant this grassy course had to be cancelled; so we headed to York parkrun, which is held at the main racecourse in the city. We were joined by over 600 runners on a very chilly, slightly frosty but perfectly parkrun morning. The course followed one and a half circular half loops around the edge of the race course; it felt a little bit like running on a race track (ignoring the massive puddle to splash through!)
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I ran hard, gulping in the icy cold air and trying to keep the sub 21 pacer in my sights. He was agonisingly close to me, but I just could not quite find the power to make up the distance in the final few hundred metres. It did not matter though, as I finished in 21:07, taking over 30 seconds off my parkrun time last week in Lincoln, and setting my best time post marathon. As I weaved through the finish funnel to the scanners I spotted my sister finish, and she beamed that she had a ran a new PB of 21:33. ‘Smashed it!’ I said, giving her an enthusiastic high five (see image). York parkrun is a fast course and definitely one to try give your all on, but I also loved the friendliness at the end. We stayed behind for a good few minutes afterwards chatting to many different runners. These are the best parkrun mornings; happy running and friends.

SUNDAY: my sister took me on a ten mile tour of York this morning, which is always a great way to see a new city. Both our legs felt a little tight after our parkrun efforts, so it was good to have company and distraction from slightly weary limbs (see image). I did not mind my legs did not feel completely sharp though, as I knew I had ran well all week. As twins, my sister and I have always been close, however it is still extra special when we get to run together and share something I love dearly with someone who will always play a special part of my life. Next year I hope we can run much more together now we at least live on the same side of the country!
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The Progress Week

11/3/2019

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I can't quite believe it has been three weeks since Chicago Marathon already - time has absolutely flown. Looking at the positives, I would say I am doing well in avoiding too much of the 'post marathon blues' feeling which I have sometimes struggled with in the past; I have kept myself very busy - not just with running! - and it has helped. The one negative is however that my legs do not feel back to normal yet, and I am sure this is the longest it has taken me post marathon to feel a little bit more normal. This week things have seemed to begin to improve a little though, and I am happy with small steps forward, as long as things are progressing. 

MONDAY: Body Pump class

TUESDAY: as I was not at work this evening I managed to make my Run Club's Tuesday night social run for the second week in a row - unheard of! I really enjoyed 4 chatty miles, catching up with a few people and not even thinking about pace (see image). Run Club has given me a lot of new friends - people I had never met before, and people whose face I knew from the running scene, but had never spoken to before - and I am thankful for that. Our Thursday Run Club sessions still have a large social element, but tend to also be more structured with intervals, hills etc., so especially in this non training period, I am going to aim to make these Tuesday evening sessions whenever work permits. 

WEDNESDAY: my Wednesday running friend had to cancel on me last minute, so I was faced with trying to push my legs on a steadier run without his motivation. I managed 5 miles hovering in the 8-8:15 min/mile region, which I was pleased with, although it did feel much harder than it used to, which I took as a sign my legs were getting better, but are not quite there yet. 

THURSDAY: after pushing myself a little more yesterday, I aimed to ease off the effort today as I headed out for another 5 miles. Starting my run with a long drawn out hill - just to add a little bit of challenge! - it then turned into a slight progression run as my legs felt looser as the miles progressed. Again, more promising signs. 

FRIDAY: Rest Day

​SATURDAY: after a fairly slow (by my standards I know) reintroduction to running Lincoln parkrun last week, my aim for today was to try get back into the 21 minute region. It was hard, but my legs were much improved from the previous week, and I kept reminding myself this as I ran. My first mile split was actually akin to what I had been running pre-marathon and logged at sub 7 min/mile pace, but I couldn't hold it and slowed for the final two miles, although remained consistent with matching splits. I finished in 21:44, still nowhere near my best, but 30 seconds quicker than last week, so again I was happy. I then enjoyed a post run breakfast and chat in the famous Lincoln Bowls Club with a few members from my Run Club - I have ran Lincoln parkrun 131 times as well as 30 (I think!) volunteer stints yet this was the first time I have ever sampled a bowls club breakfast!
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​SUNDAY: more steps forward today as I upped my Sunday long run to 10 miles and also ran at a good pace throughout. My splits were within the 8:10-8:25 min/mile region, and whilst like earlier in the week, this did feel tougher than it has done before, I felt my legs did have some strength back. 

On a slightly non running level, this week I was also recognised on Lincolnshire's 30 Under 30 List (more here) as one of the counties young rising stars (see image). My colleague/friend had nominated me and whilst I was extremely flattered to be included in the list, it was however the passage she had written about me which touched me the most. She had written something so genuine, that encompassed all that I try to do professionally and in my personal ethos in terms of trying to help and make a difference to people - as well as getting my parkrun and marathon addiction in there too! -  reading it just made me believe that little bit more in myself . A few things have shaken my self confidence in recent weeks, and this recognition was incredibly well timed. ​I am sure improved self belief can only help me in a running environment too. 
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The 'Mixed Bag' Week

10/27/2019

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I will be honest, I am feeling a bit torn at the moment. Part of me wants to enjoy an easy spell of running, with no training, and relax a little generally, whilst the other side of me fears losing fitness and does not want to lose sight of the goals I am chasing. If I am honest I feel I probably need the former; over the past 18 months or so, physically I have achieved so much in my running, trained hard and raced in a number of events, whilst mentally I have continued to push myself not just in training, but in order to keep going on a personal level when at times life has really hurt me. This week has not given me too much choice in my rest/training debate as my body still feels very indifferent post Chicago Marathon. I feel tight in my muscles and a bit tired still - which probably confirms my thoughts about what my focus ought to be now. It is not always that easy though!

MONDAY: I returned to my Body Pump weights class today after a two week break. I knew the class would make me sore afterwards as it does not seem to take much for my body to lose any strength I gain. I was half tempted to lower my usual weights, but once stood in the class, my desire to try get back to where I was before fitness wise was too strong, and I whacked my usual weights on the bar. I actually managed to complete the class without problem, but the next day my body paid me back for my overenthusiastic approach...

TUESDAY: my DOMs were very bad today, not post marathon level DOMs, but still 'cannot bend down to tie my own shoe laces' level. My own fault really! I was covering the weekly social run which my Run Club hosts tonight; usually I find myself working late on Tuesdays and cannot make them, but this was quite well timed. I was able to run nearly 6 miles with friends at a nice and comfortable pace, which suited both the soreness in my legs and my post marathon recovery. 

WEDNESDAY: 'I will be slow!' I had warned my Wednesday morning running partner after we agreed to meet for one of our 6am runs. Although my soreness was a lot less, I still knew I was not up to pre-marathon speed levels yet. Our first mile ticked over at 7:45 min/mile pace - a bit quick for my limbs - but we then settled around the 8 min/mile region, which to be honest I was shocked to be able to hold. However the final mile of our route featured a long drawn out hill which my quads simply did not have the power to drive up. I plodded up it, pleased not to stop at least, but once flat path resumed it was clear the hill had wiped my legs out a little, and it was a slow finish for the final half mile or so. Our average pace was 8.11 min/mile - which although it was a tough ending, I was really pleased my legs had managed. I hoped it may have been a turning point. 

THURSDAY: yesterday's run had buoyed me, however I was conscious not to overdo things. Unable to make my Run Club in the evening due to work, I headed out for 5 easy solo miles. My pace was slow, and even though I was not zooming, it did not feel easy; my legs were tight and each stride just did not feel normal. I was a bit sad at how much of a contrast it was compared to yesterday's seeming progress, but tried not to let it bother me. 
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​SATURDAY: back running at Lincoln parkrun in the absolute pouring rain (see image). The conditions and World Cup Rugby on the TV meant for a much smaller field size to normal, and I must applaud all those who decided to come run today, as well as volunteer, as it was pretty hideous! I was absolutely soaked to the skin when I finished running, and the course even featured a very large water obstacle puddle, which emphasised the amount of rainfall we have had of late. I did not run very well to be honest, I gave my all, but my legs were just not there. My quads were so tight and I did not have my normal leg lift and ability to drive forward. My first mile was vaguely ok, but I faded badly, finishing in 22:15; which for me is a lot slower than normal. I was not too down, there is nothing I could do if my body was not ready to go any quicker, and I did try my best. It is also hard to feel too down after parkrun anyway with so many people to chat to and lift your spirits - despite the downpours I still found myself stood around the finish area in shorts and t-shirt chatting to people like a mad woman!

SUNDAY: my 'long run' last week was 6 miles, so this week I aimed for 8 - a sensibly steady approach. I set out to explore some new routes in Lincoln on a beautifully autumnal morning, and tried to let this take my mind off how my legs felt. It was real mixed bag of miles, some I ran well, in the 8.20 min/mile region, but there were a couple of much slower ones when it was like my legs just stopped working. Despite some pace improvements, I have to say it did not feel totally comfortable throughout. That tightness and limited range of movement in my limbs was still there. 

So this week has been a bit of a mix bag in terms of running. Next week I feel I will just have to continue to listen to my body and see what I am capable of; I need to try accept the easy weeks I need. ​
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The Post Marathon/Back To Reality Week

10/20/2019

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This week has been a bit of a whirlwind - and I am only really now taking it all in. A week ago I was in Chicago having just completed my 10th marathon, and since this day I have travelled back to the UK, squeezed in a lot of hours at work, had post marathon therapy, celebrated running milestones, and caught up with friends post my America trip. It has been busy; but I have needed the focus. Post marathon blues can often hit me hard, and without structured running in my life I can feel very lost and empty. Running recovery has been my priority though; I have put my body through a lot this year, not just in the past 16 weeks, and I know I need to be sensible. The fact this week has been so busy has essentially helped distract me from lacing up my trainers too early...

MONDAY: this was my final day in Chicago, and I made the most of my last few hours in the city, walking and taking in some final sights. My legs were not too bad post marathon; now and again my troublesome quads would spontaneously give way on me, causing my legs to almost buckle, and there was some definite soreness in this muscle group, but I was generally ok. I had a long journey ahead of me in terms of travelling though and this would be the test. 

TUESDAY: today was a challenge in terms of my tiredness. Having flown at 4pm from Chicago on Monday afternoon, I landed today at 5am into London Heathrow, feeling like I just wanted to go to bed! I had a long tube traipse across London, and then a number of trains to catch in order to make it home to Lincoln, arriving just after lunchtime. I could have gone to sleep there and then - but I powered through, keeping myself as busy as possible in the hope I would sleep well that night.

WEDNESDAY: back to work and a long day finishing at 9pm - hello reality! Luckily I started work a little bit later as had booked a sports massage with my therapist first thing. My quads were very tender still and some therapy certainly helped to flush them out. 

THURSDAY: it felt hard today not being able to go and join my Run Club; I wanted to see people and to thank them for their support, but I also knew my legs were not up to running, especially not the hill session that was planned. I made myself work later and catch up on a few things as a distraction instead.

FRIDAY: another really long day at work, starting at 7.30am. I then had my sister and her boyfriend come to visit in the evening, so was able to essentially avoid logging some miles. My legs felt quite good by this point though, I was back to normal walking and only some slight soreness remained if I really contracted my quads. 

SATURDAY: it was great to be back at Lincoln parkrun today; I only missed one week whilst away, but as I attend pretty much every single Saturday, it felt strange missing an event! I had opted to volunteer, which was the perfect way to rest my legs a little more whilst still catch up with friends. My sister's visit was due to her completing her 50th parkrun, which she had chosen should be at Lincoln. I was really pleased to be able to witness my sister's 50th run; she will admit at first she did not get parkrun, despite me trying to convince her to go - why would she travel for longer than it would take her to run when she could just step out her door for a 5k? She gets it now though, and I am happy she feels a connection to our Lincoln community to have wanted to achieve her milestone run here. Being at parkrun ignited my desire to run again and I knew I would try a few miles on Sunday.
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SUNDAY: for the past weeks Sunday has been about getting up and logging some very long runs, and I have had a very set routine in terms of setting alarms, eating etc. It felt a little strange this Sunday not to have this focus I will admit, but having my sister and her boyfriend staying helped me feel a little less lost. They accompanied me for my first test run of the legs; a 6 mile meander around parts of Lincoln. My quads were not exactly happy as I ran, which at first frustrated me as I had been so good at resting them this initial week. A weel may not seem long, but I have been known to go straight back into exercise/running pretty quick after a marathon! The tightness and tender sensation in my muscles was bearable though, but my pace had to be slow; perfect for some conversational miles at least, and I hope some active recovery will support long term. Later that afternoon I met with a couple of my friends, both non runners but both so keen to hear about my time in Chicago. It touched me how proud they were of me; I do not talk running with them too much as I know its not really their thing - however they know it is mine and what it means to me. The fact they cared made me feel quite humble. 

It is clear I am still very much in recovery and I need to remain patient. My mileage may have to be low for a while still, but I know I also need to find a way to keep my own spirits high. ​
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Chicago Marathon 2019

10/15/2019

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Five years ago I completed the London Marathon - my first ever marathon - and I am sure like many, I had no real intention of doing another. It was my sole bucket list item and also my chance to prove to myself what I was physically capable of after some challenging years prior. I now sit here reflecting on my 10th marathon, completed across the seas in Chicago. I never imagined I would reach this milestone and it takes a lot for me to say it, but I am proud of myself. I was 23 when I crossed my first marathon finish line, and I have since devoted a large chunk of my 20s to running and marathon training. I am dedicated to my training; I work hard, I learn, and I also try and have as much fun as I can along the way. I have barely missed a training run in all these years and I have also religiously kept this blog up virtually every week (is that actually more impressive!?) I wanted my 10th marathon to be special, and thankfully Chicago Marathon did not disappoint...

Chicago Marathon was a big deal for me - I never take running 26.2 miles for granted regardless, but it was more the fact that this would be the first time I would be running and travelling to a marathon alone. It scared me a little, and I think this impacted me slightly during my build up. I trained just as hard, but mentally I was quite reserved about the race, only telling a few people I was running or only when I was asked outright what I was training for. Going by myself made the event feel like quite a personal thing, but also when people asked the inevitable question - 'So who are you going with?' - and I answered - 'Just me...' - their reaction sometimes scared me even more! I am quite an independent person, but marathon running is not a low risk activity, and the fear of being abroad alone if something did happen to me was something I had to try override! 

Physically my marathon training could probably be split into two halves. The first 8 weeks flew by and I was running really well. However, after the half way point, things became a bit tougher and in particular longer runs really became a challenge for me. Some of the tests were down to my own lack of self care, others were just losing a bit of confidence in my ability to run longer at a good pace. Compared to my Brighton Marathon training earlier in the year, I knew I was not in the same shape. Prior to Brighton I was sharp and running very strongly, and this showed in my performance on the day, when I do not think I am being unreasonable to say I may have been able to dip sub 3:40 if it wasn't for the headwind in the final miles. I therefore was realistic about my time expectations for Chicago, and I was also mindful that I did not want this race just to be all about a time; Brighton was my 'racing' marathon, this was the 'experience' marathon of the year. I know my own body too, and I felt I should be aiming for sub 3:50 in Chicago, and the closer I got the the 3:45 marker the bigger the bonus it would be. I wanted to do myself justice, but I also wanted to have an experience to treasure. 

My trip to Chicago was to be a short 4 days in some senses, but also long in others. My scheduled time in the country was quite intense, leaving for the airport at 4am Friday morning to land in Chicago shortly after 10am the same day. My flight back was then on Monday afternoon, which would see my land back into London at 5am the next day. Throw into this mix a Sunday morning marathon start time of 7.30am and you can see how it played a bit of havoc with the body clock!  I had planned my weekend fairly well though, and I knew what I wanted to see in Chicago, as well as ensuring I did not over do things prior to the race.

After landing and checking into the hotel, Friday's mission was to go to the expo and collect my all important race number, as well as spending far too much money on Nike merchandise! Saturday I woke stupidly early so was out first thing exploring Chicago and its notable landmarks on a beautifully sunny and fresh day. I really liked Chicago; it had that American feel of the hustle and bustle city life, but at the same time with the beautiful Lake Michigan within walking distance there was also a sense of tranquillity and escape from the city life. As the day grew on I felt eager to run, as well as starting to feel a little bit nervous. I got prepped and took myself off to bed early, ready for my 4.30am Sunday race day alarm...

You know you are a little bit crazy when you are sat in full running gear eating breakfast at 5am... and I felt even more mad leaving my hotel and walking to the race start soon after in an eerie darkness. There was literally only marathon runners around, wrapped in layers and all heading to one focal point at the race village in Grant Park. The morning was very fresh and I was thankful for packing a few layers and the very glamorous bin bag which I wrapped myself in. It felt very surreal but also slightly magical as I entered the race village to see the sun rising on the horizon over Lake Michigan. The less magical part of this early start was having to use my phone torch just to be able to see to use a portaloo!

I joined the group of runners huddled around the bag drop, waiting for the last possible moment to relinquish extra layers before heading to the start pens. I felt emotional as I found my spot in the masses; I was shaking a little, possibly a mix of being a little chilly now and also nervous/excitement. Over the tannoy the commentator kept us jovial in the typically friendly, welcoming and passionate way you come to expect from an American. The American national anthem was also performed, and I will admit it made me a little teary; the passion was apparent and I just could not believe I was actually stood here as part of it. Finally the start countdown began and any remaining layers were strewn to the side ready to race. 

After crossing the start line the first mile was a blur of just trying to warm up and feel my hands again! During the second mile I began to feel my body a little more, and it was then I became more conscious of what I had been warned about - the shocking GPS signal. Chicago's endless skyscrapers play havoc with it, and I was not even two miles in when apparently I had logged a 5 min/mile. From then on all of my splits were out, as well as my distance; there was not much point referring to my watch and I did not have the capacity during a marathon to do mental maths calculations of my own! I just had to run to feel.

​I felt pretty good in the first half and was massively enjoying the Chicago course for a number of reasons. Firstly, the American supporters and their sheer enthusiasm and at times randomness (men on a stage doing majorette style routines with guns anyone?!) Secondly the lovely, long straight roads on the course which just felt a joy to be running down; and finally the space on the course to actually be able to run freely in, which I had not expected in a World Marathon Major event. 
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I passed half way and the positive thing in my mind was I distinctly remember thinking - I know I can run this distance again. I just knew I would complete the marathon. In fact although I think I slowed a little as a few muscles started to twang, I felt fairly strong up until the 20 mile point. 20 miles is my big goal in a marathon, from then on its a 6 mile countdown to the end, just ticking the miles off. I knew I had it left in my legs, however it was my stomach that had different ideas.

I had practiced drinking Gatorade at home on my training runs, but I guess nothing truly prepares you for the strain of a marathon. After 20 miles I knew I needed to take in some extra fuel and my 'Shot Blok' sweets were no longer going down. I took regular sips of Gatorade, but I could feel it not sitting well in my stomach. I tried to ignore the sensation, but it got to the point where I felt like I was actually slowing down, not because my legs could not go on, but because my stomach did not feel right. It is also not very enjoyable running lacking confidence in your GI tract! I had to remind myself at this point - this is a race for you Alice, do not hate these final miles for the sake of a few seconds lost using a portaloo. I was not on for a PB at this point, so what did it really matter? With about 2 miles to go I therefore darted to a portaloo and did ultimately lose probably about 60-90 seconds worth of time. However, as I dashed back onto the course I felt so much better. Despite its inaccuracies, glances at my watch and using the course markers now told me the sub 3:50 was still on, I just had to dig deep. 

I ran strong up to 25 miles and as I entered the final 1.2 miles I gave my absolute all. I felt like I was sprinting, gritting my teeth and fighting the seconds on the clock. It was hard but equally I loved that determined feeling in my body. One thing that did shock me a little was an almighty gust of wind which came through one of the street blocks; it was so strong it nearly took my feet from beneath me! The 'Windy City' had actually been very kind to us runners; the temperature had risen from the very chilly start, but to nothing unbearable, and there had been some wind in some sections, but nothing to affect performance dramatically. That gust was just seemingly freak! Gathering my legs again I now drove for the finish, and with the archway tucked around a couple of corners, I just had to keep pushing until I literally crossed the timing mat. 3:49:50 on the clock - mission accomplished!

My instant emotion when I stopped running was happiness  - as well as the obvious pain in my legs! I then stopped for a moment just to take it all in and suddenly almost froze; physically and mentally I did not know what to do with myself. It seemed almost fate at this point that a fellow female runner tapped me on the shoulder and broke me from my trance. She had been following me as a pacemaker and what had drawn her to me was we were wearing exactly the same running shoes - somehow it was just meant to be. I am gutted to have completely forgotten her name, but she was from London and was so lovely. We made our way through the finish area together, collecting our medals, posing for photos, and admiring the customised beer we were given (which I couldn't quite drink and had to tip away, but saved the can!) I think what I was least looking forward to about running on my own was having no one at the end to look out for me, congratulate me, or to just be there in some capacity. Unknowingly this woman filled that gap - thank you. 

Whilst the wind may not have been overly noticeable whilst running, as I stood waiting to collect my bag it was very strong and I fought to try keep my foil blanket wrapped around me. I was shaking in the cold again now and could not wait to find some layers! Eventually collecting my things, I found a sheltered spot tucked behind a kiosk back in Grant Park where a few other runners had also huddled. Warming up I sat there for a while taking in the scene - it felt crazy to think a few hours previous I had been here in the darkness, and now here I was again, a marathon under my belt and a stunning medal around my neck. I also was able to reply to some messages on my phone, pleased to have some signal. Every time I had crossed a timing mat out on the course I had thought of people at home tracking me, and I guess I never felt truly alone out there. Pre-race it was really quite heartwarming to read some of the good luck messages I received from family, friends and the running community. I hope I did you all proud. 

My notoriously painful quads did not seem to hate me too much post race; I was stiff but I could walk. I therefore stuck with my plan and took my medal out for the evening to see the city lights from Willis Tower, one of Chicago's skyscrapers with an observation deck and glass floor viewing platform. The staff there treated us runners like royalty, letting us jump the queue where possible and congratulating each of us on our achievements. This kind of response continued as I flew back on Monday afternoon. The flight attendant upgraded all runners to better seats on the plane with more leg room - much appreciated! - and shook our hands as we boarded. As the pilot gave the flight briefing he also congratulated and specifically welcomed aboard all marathoners, which was met by applause and cheers from the plane. It just all felt a bit special.

When I say Chicago Marathon was a memorable experience from start to finish, I think that is what I truly mean; it was not just about those 26.2 miles I ran, but it was the whole weekend that I shall never forget. I also challenged my own comfort zones and explored and ran in a fabulous new place. Marathon number ten will be one to always remember. ​
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The Taper Week

10/6/2019

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As I ticked off the first of a two week taper, the weather has offered a timely reminder as to the weeks of effort and many miles I have logged during this journey. Whereas I started training in July during the long, warm summer days, I now find myself lacing up in darkness, with the chilly morning air making my hands hide under long sleeves until I have warmed up enough for them to emerge. Marathon training is not easy; and I think I sometimes forget the commitment and drive it requires just to get to the start line. The Chicago start line is within touching distance now though, and I am beginning to focus more on the race - a mere 26.2 miles amongst the hundreds I have logged this year!

MONDAY: Body Pump class - my last strength session before the marathon. 

TUESDAY: an easy 5 miles to start the week, just trying to flush out any of the remaining soreness from weight training and my final longer run on Sunday. 

WEDNESDAY: today was a good run; my legs felt strong, my paces were pleasing and I enjoyed a catch up with my mid week running partner after we missed our run last week. Having someone to run with particularly during these colder, darker days is really motivating - 5:30am alarms can be easy to snooze otherwise! The first few of our 6.5 miles were quick, in the 7.40 min/mile region. We then had a long gradual hill to climb towards the end which slowed us a little; however I did make it to the top of this hill, whereas a few weeks back during my peak tiredness, I had to stop. A bit of a confidence booster!

THURSDAY: two 4.5 mile runs, both involving some speed work. I left my own interval run until today to coincide with some planned intervals at Run Cub later; I wanted today to be one of the final high intensity days before the marathon, so opted to double up rather than splitting the two runs. My solo intervals in the morning involved 10 x 400m, with a brief 100m recovery period. The recovery did feel short, but I hit some good splits with some low 7 min/mile reps in there. At Run Club I really messed up my watch again in terms of logging splits accurately (shock!), but I enjoyed some speedier stuff with friends, using them to push me rather than numbers on a screen. 

FRIDAY: Rest Day
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SATURDAY: it was parkrun's 15th birthday today and in the lead up to the weekend they had published a video which summed up perfectly how this weekly 5k is about so much more than just the running. It rang so true to me; yes I love my running, but heading down to Lincoln parkrun virtually every week of the year is not about the miles for me - lets face it, I am motivated enough to log these myself! parkrun is about the friends I have made and the community I feel part of - it is my happy place. This week I wanted to run well, but also not push myself to the absolute max so close to the marathon. I logged a quick first mile and then eased off slightly for the second. When one of our regular Lincoln parkrun marshals told me I was in first female place this then became my goal; do not worry about a time, just focus on trying to enter that funnel first. My mind was set on this target, and therefore as I entered the final mile and another marshal informed me second female was just on my shoulder, I kicked for a very strong final mile. My female follower kept with me all the way, making me work hard and testing my mental resolve. I knew I had a kick left in my legs though, and I managed to create a few seconds cushion in the final sprint to finish first female. I turned in the finish funnel and extended a hand to the second lady, a face I now recognised from parkrun but had never really spoken to in length. We shook hands; she was thankful of me pushing her to a new PB, and I was equally as thankful for an enjoyable challenge. We chatted some more about running before finally remembering we still needed to scan! Community first - finish times second. 

SUNDAY: a steady 10 miles in which I spent a large chunk of the time trying not to think about having to run another 16.2 miles further! It was an ok run; this final run a week out from the race is always hard trying to avoid the mental games! 

A few taper miles now remain, along with a flight to Chicago; race week beckons...
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The Final Push Week

9/29/2019

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This week has been the last big push before taper weeks, and a large positive for me is that I have been sensible and kept my mileage in check. I tweaked my plan slightly due to the fact I knew I would be logging some additional miles 'off plan' and did not want to be overdoing things so close to the marathon. I have still logged 43 miles, but if I had not paid attention, it would have been a lot more! I also turned another year older this week, and as I joked to a friend at parkrun, I am now another step closer to some slower age qualifying brackets..! 

MONDAY: Body Pump class

TUESDAY: a steady paced 5 miles - a distance which felt joyful compared to some of my recent longer early morning pre-work efforts. Pace wise I am not really sure what I ran to be honest; I seem to be having a few Garmin issues, as both during today's run and on my Wednesday run, 9 min/mile paces were logged for some splits when I know my own body well enough to know I was not running that pace! 

WEDNESDAY: my Garmin issues carried on into today's run, so another run where I am unsure of my exact pace. I logged 6 miles though, with the middle 4 at a marathon pace effort, which with my random data readings, I just judged to feel. 

THURSDAY: I had left my interval run until today, as to be honest, I did not like the look of what was on my plan! I had 8 miles with 10 x 800m reps and 200m recoveries - it just sounded hard! In practice is was not as bad, still tough, but the distance actually flew by. I pushed as much as possible on the reps, with most hovering in the 7:30 min/mile region. Later in the evening I logged a further 3 miles of mixed paced efforts at Run Club during a trail based circuit running. 

FRIDAY: usually Fridays are my rest day, however today was my birthday and I wanted to run. It was also perfectly timed that as part of England Athletics 'Run and Talk' Mental Health Awareness campaign, my Run Club had decided to hold an extra 6.30am run session. I volunteered to lead it and was joined by three other early risers (see image) across a lovely and chatty 3 miles. It was the perfect start to my birthday; a run with company and also at a pace I could simply enjoy after many weeks of training. We ended with cake - of course!
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SATURDAY: cake was a big feature of my birthday with it also landing on a charity bake sale at work, and it is safe to say my diet was not the greatest! Add to this I had enjoyed a few drinks in the evening with a friend - I literally only mean three glasses - but it had been a while since I had really drank, and waking up this morning I could feel it. I just did not feel sharp and as I ran my stomach was not happy, it felt full of rubbish and just not comfortable when pushing the pace. I also had somehow forgotten to put my watch on - so ran blindly around Lincoln parkrun, finishing in 21:39. I think it could have been worse!

SUNDAY: having 15 miles on my plan for today seemed like a relief - I am not sure if even I could have got myself around another 20 miles again! Perhaps the fact I felt less daunted by this run meant that in spells I actually felt the best I have during a long run for many weeks.  My pace reflected this and I logged a few 8.30 min/mile splits, with a couple of added 8.20 min/mile splits also in there - this is despite having to jump over many a puddle (see image!) However, there were still moments when I had flashes of doubt and was trying to convince myself my legs could not do it, and during these times, I slowed. I have to try and draw confidence from those better spells - I know I need to. 

Next week = the first of the two week taper and the realisation that Chicago is getting scarily close..!
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The Countdown Week

9/22/2019

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I feel like I have been on a countdown this week - not to the marathon as such, but the taper! I am ready for a reduction in mileage, and this week has been the last of the really large weekly mileage totals. Next week is a little more moderate, and this is then followed by two easier weeks leading up to Chicago, which will hopefully let my body recover fully and soak in these training gains - I hope!

MONDAY: Body Pump class

TUESDAY: I had 8 miles of intervals on my plan today, and whilst I knew I could manage them, I was also realistic that my legs were still a little sore and tired from Sunday's big 22 mile run. I have tried to put less pressure on myself these past few weeks when I have been feeling tired and not expect to hit 'ideal' paces. It helps enjoy the run more for a start! I had 5 sets of mile reps to incorporate into the run and these felt fine endurance wise, my legs were just not quite fresh enough to get a bit closer to my ideal pace region. 

WEDNESDAY: a nice early 6.5 mile run chasing the rising sun. My legs felt better and I ran with my friend; I am particularly finding at the moment that his company gives me the mid week boost I need!

THURSDAY: the importance of company in my running was emphasised to me today. I completed an early 8.5 miles on my own, easy paced and just letting the legs tick slowly round. It was just an 'ok' run. In the evening it was Run Club and I led one of my favourite sessions doing figure of eight loops on some nearby hills. Everyone really challenged themselves and it made me so happy to be running with people testing themselves but with smiles on their faces too. I logged nearly another 3 miles as I dotted around supporting people - but it felt much more rewarding than my own run that morning. 
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FRIDAY: Rest Day

SATURDAY: it was a beautiful September morning at Lincoln parkrun; sunshine, warmth and lots of people I knew to catch up with. My run was a little frustrating though, and I dipped just over the 21 minute mark for the first time in a while, finishing at 21:03. The time was not what frustrated me as such, it was the fact I let another runner get into my head. I ran the first mile loop really well, but on the second this runner told me I was running too fast and needed to slow down; I actually felt good still, but they got to me and I naturally dropped off my pace a bit. My final mile lap was just as quick as my first as I renewed my own self belief, so at least I know my legs still had something in them. Why this runner felt the need to comment on my pace I am not sure, I am certain it was not meant to cause me to slow down, but probably was trying to help - but I just did not need it!

SUNDAY: another 20 miles... and I have to say I was not looking forward to it! I just had to 'get it done', that was my mantra! I took all pressure off again, no pace goal, no time target - just 20 miles to log. It was just an 'alright' run, nothing spectacular. At times I felt better, but lacked the confidence to push myself a little more. Positives were that I did not want to cry like I did last week towards the end! More practically I also practiced drinking 'Gatorade' which is what will be supplied in Chicago, and it seemed to sit with me fine. Its done - and despite the challenges of some of my past Sunday runs, deep down I am proud I have achieved them. 

​In more exciting news, this week at work we launched something I have been working on and been keeping under wraps for nearly 6 months now - the Lincoln City Half Marathon 2020. This is being delivered as a partnership between my employer, Lincoln City Foundation, and race organisers Curly's Athletes. Believe it or not, this was not my idea, but my colleagues, and I have naturally found myself supporting getting the project off the ground. My obvious passion for running, the fact Lincoln currently does not have a 13.1 mile road race, and the community benefit of running means I am very passionate about it. It has also been really interesting getting a behind the scenes look into race organisation! I am not going to plug the race endlessly, but if you would like to explore the lovely city I call home, you can pre-register at www.lincolncityhalfmarathon.co.uk 
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The Big Mileage Week

9/15/2019

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This has been the biggest week of training of this marathon cycle, and as I sit here writing with my legs still buzzing and head a little fuzzy in that post really long run haze, my body is telling me so. It has been another mixed week of running, some good runs, some average runs and a bit of a quad niggle thrown in the mix. This still remains one of the most testing marathon training blocks I have completed - the last few weeks in particular have challenged me at times - but in amongst the tough runs, are still those moments when running gives me joy, and that is worth keeping going for.

MONDAY: Body Pump class

TUESDAY: my quads were still tender today from last week's efforts at the track and running Newton's Fraction Half Marathon. I delayed intervals to allow some more recovery and completed a 5 mile tempo run instead. It was steady, the tempo miles just under 8 min/mile pace, and running emphasised that my quads were still rather sore!

WEDNESDAY: I tried intervals today, and whilst my legs were better, my quads were definitely still not perfect. My quads are my weakness - if I were to look back at this blog across all my entries and see how any times I have struggled with this muscle group I think I would be shocked! I therefore had to rein back the speed a little on the interval reps, as I quickly learnt that real maximal extension was not comfortable. I ran 8 miles with 15 x 400m reps, with a mixture of paces ranging from just over 7 min/mile to closer to 7.40 min/mile. I still managed some speed work at least. 

THURSDAY: with an easy 10 miles on the plan I was pleased to give my legs some gentle running. I kept the pace nice and comfortable, which meant instead it just felt like I was out running for an extra long time! In the evening we did some trail running techniques at Run Club. My trail experience is very limited compared to my road running, so I took things slowly and safely, but also really enjoyed running in new parts of Lincoln and learning. I was so engrossed in running I kept forgetting to actually turn my watch on - but think I logged around 3 further miles. 

FRIDAY: Rest Day
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SATURDAY: the start of a mixed weekend of running. Heading to Lincoln parkrun I had no expectations on my performance, in fact my hopes probably extended no further than being able to have my weekly chat with a few friends and leave with the happy warmth parkrun always gives me. I was therefore shocked by how well I ran, especially as my left quad was still not right when being asked to extend further than a steady running action. I could feel I was running strongly, I did not need to look at my watch, and I love runs like this which just feel so naturally good. I was also smiling and feeling happy as I ran; the comfort in my strength pleased me. I finished in 20:48 and in my best time for a number of weeks (see image).

SUNDAY: in contrast to yesterday where my run left me feeling slightly more confident in my body, today's long run was another in my recent series of challenging longer runs. I had 22 miles to log - a test in itself - and really just wanted it to feel as good as possible. Over the first 10 miles I was hopeful; miles were passing quickly, I was focused on running but not so much it consumed my thoughts, and I just seemed to be ticking along, not super speedily, but better than I have been. I held my own up until around 15 miles, but those final 7 miles I just lost it. My legs started to hurt and I could not take my mind away from the pain. I also could not escape thinking about how many miles I had left. I needed to distract myself, but I couldn't. It was a challenge to keep going, and every time I was forced to stop to cross a road etc. it took an almighty effort to make myself go again. Hitting 22 miles I was a little disheartened by my average pace - 8.45 min/mile - but moreover by the fact that it was another Sunday where I was left feeling knackered from a long run, but at the same time not great for it. ​
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Newton's Fraction Half Marathon 2019

9/13/2019

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Sunday 8th September saw a field of over 50,000 runners complete the Great North Run half marathon event in Tyneside, and whilst I was not one of them, I took my own place on the start line of a 13.1 mile road race. With a field size of just over 300, the Newton's Fraction Half Marathon in Grantham may not grab the headlines or attention of its Northern compatriot, but it did not mean it was any less of a good running event.

I took on the Great North Run in 2015, and whilst I loved the atmosphere and the passion there is for the race, I find I am now equally as happy supporting smaller, local events. Although Grantham is only a relatively short drive from my home in Lincoln, the Newton's Fraction Half Marathon was a race I had actually never completed before. It was only through a conversation with a fellow Run Club member that I actually signed up this year. I had a fast 13 miles on my marathon training plan for this particular week, and when they suggested this event to me, which they were also planning on running, I was tempted. I put off entering for a while, however after a number of weeks of solo long running and back to back 20 milers, I felt I wanted a break and some running company - so I entered. 

During race week I did not feel my best; with marathon training at its peak I was tired and trying to balance keeping the miles ticking along with also some recovery. I was not ever really going to be racing Newton's Fraction, but it was still not ideal. I also took part in a track session with my Run Club on the Thursday before the race, and my quads were still feeling the effect of some hard effort sprints. Needless to say, I was keeping my expectations for the race no further than just a nice variation for a Sunday long run.

I travelled to Grantham with my fellow Run Club member and enjoyed the relaxed feel in the build up to the event - the benefit of a small race field! It had been a cool morning to begin with, the change in season quite notable, but as the sun rose higher in the sky, and with the sightly later 10.30am start time, it gradually became quite a mild day. Probably my only wish for the event would be for it to start at 9/9.30am, as at that time, conditions would have been perfect. 

The course is a large figure of eight, and is described as undulating. I was also well warned by many about the two 'big hills' which seemed to have almost traumatised some runners who had taken part previously! I am not one to over analyse a course - you cannot change it, so just have to go with it! - so was strangely looking forward to seeing what these challenges would present. Another feature of the race is that it starts and finishes on a race track, which would at least ensure a nice flat finishing stretch!

Lining up on the track it felt almost a relief not be zooming off for 100m sprints as I was a few days previously, and instead as the start signal was given, I settled into a steady early pace. The first couple of miles followed local roads and had a few undulations. As a fairly steep climb appeared on the horizon one runner joked out loud 'that's not even one of the big hills... so basically we are all screwed!' It was apparent early on that my legs were not up to truly racing these hills; uphill I could cope with, but downhill my quads were sore and held me back. It was fine; I was not here to race, but to push myself on a fast 13.1 miles according to what my body could do on this course.

Just after 2 miles the route turned onto a canal path; I had actually been looking forward to running along here as assumed it would be a pleasant place to run with some nice scenery. It was; but my legs did not really like it! The path was uneven, at times a little gravelly, and I just did not seem to ever find a natural stride. It was not horrendous by any means, but I just found it a bit tough going. The surroundings were lovely though, and the narrow path meant for a colourful snake of runners following the river and ducking under bridges. 
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Approaching nearly 5 miles the course turned off the canal path and back onto roads, which my legs instantly enjoyed more. This turn was also met with a stunning view of Belvoir Castle looming high on a hill in the horizon - I wish I could have taken a photo! I kept on running though, enjoying regaining some rhythm. My running rhythm was however relatively short lived, as soon the first of the big hill challenges appeared. It was hard to doubt whether or not this was one of the infamous hills as a long steep ascent appeared in front of me. The length of the hill was so drawn out you could not see the top, so I just dug in and kept on climbing. A lot of people walked, I can understand why, but I felt strong and kept a steady pace to the eventual top. After this climb, a gradual downhill was the reward, however this is again when my quads held me back a little, and I did not feel I could make the most of the relative easier section. 

​Miles 7 to 10 were rural and undulating, and they also seemed to pass by really quickly. I remember recalling how much stronger I felt than when running Newark Half Marathon a few weeks previously. My endurance was most definitely with me even if my speed was not quite in my legs.

Just after 10 miles big hill number two appeared. Whereas big hill number one went from almost flat to instantly heading up vertically, this hill had a gradual ascent to begin with, followed by a sharp rise in gradient. A lot of people were already walking on the lower section, but again I was determined I would not let it beat me. It was hard, and I really had to draw on my determination not to walk during the final sections when it felt almost like I was climbing forever, but I made it to the top without stopping. 

With the last of the big hills out the way I felt like I was on a quest to the finish now. I felt strong and very much in control, so knew I could tick the miles off. As I got closer to the end goal I even seemed to find increasing increments of speed in my legs. My fastest mile was in fact my final mile, and as I hit the track again I really tried to power around the final few hundred metres. I crossed the line in 1:43:36; I had it in my head as I was running that I would be happy to run a sub 1:45 on this course, and I had met my goal. My quads hated me a little bit more, but I was pleased and happy to have another medal for my ever-growing collection!

Newton's Fraction Half Marathon was a well organised, testing but not too challenging event, set in a beautiful area, and with a friendly, supportive atmosphere. It might not have had the TV cameras, celebrities and fan fare of Great North Run, but it certainly was equally as impressive in its own right. ​
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The Rebuild Week

9/8/2019

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This week I knew things had to change; last week was a bit of a wake up call that I need to look both after and out for myself better during marathon training. I entered this training block with the focus of trying to keep a happy balance between 'normal' life and 'running' life, and to be honest it has probably meant that I have paid a little less attention to the entire marathon training package. Yes, I have been logging the miles and getting all my planned runs in; but I have put less focus on factors such as my diet and sleeping habits, which previously I have been better at. I did not want to feel like marathon training was taking over my life, but instead now I find myself in the position where my confidence has been knocked a little, and whilst I was already quite nervy abut travelling to Chicago on my own to run a marathon, I actually feel quite scared when thinking about it at times. I have a few weeks to go though thankfully, and I have started how I intend to go on this week, focusing on my diet and getting a much greater amount of rest each night (one night I slept solidly for ten hours!) Running wise I have also taken things a little steadier this week; I have logged less miles in comparison to the previous few weeks, which have been closer to 50 miles, and channelled my efforts into two main runs, with the rest being easier workouts.

MONDAY: Body Pump class

TUESDAY: an easy 6.75 mile loop (I did not even feel the need to round the miles up!) in which I slotted into around 8.30 min/mile pace and just stayed there throughout. 

WEDNESDAY: steadier miles again with my friend. I warned him pre-run that I may not be up to our usual speed and we found a conversational pace just under the 8 min/mile mark, which although is still fairly quick, is not what we are sometimes capable of together. The 6.5 mile run ended up an unavoidable long hill, which I have to admit finished my legs off a little, and told me I still needed to be careful. 

THURSDAY: it was our monthly Run Club track session tonight and I knew I wanted to run it. Instead of logging some additional miles in the morning, I ignored my plan and just allowed myself to try and put the energy I had into the track session. I was a bit nervous about how my legs would react to be honest, especially as we had a hard session planned; 20 x 100m repeats at maximum effort, with a minutes rest in between. The company and camaraderie of the group spurred me on though and whilst I will never be rivalling Usain Bolt's World Record, I was pretty pleased with my rep speed and how well I managed to maintain my pace. My first few sprints were around 17 seconds, I then dipped to 18 seconds for the main middle chunk (with one tired 19 second rep thrown in!) but finished the 20th rep in 17 seconds and as quick as my first. My legs were knackered at the end, but to be honest - everyone's were! So I did not feel too worried. 
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FRIDAY: Rest Day

SATURDAY: I had put my name down to volunteer at Lincoln parkrun today for two reasons; firstly, I was considering running a local half marathon on Sunday, and secondarily, I did not want another 'all out' session in my legs, and I struggle to hold back in a parkrun environment! My legs needed loosening after track though, as some DOMs were still present, so I jogged down to Boultham Park, volunteered as timekeeper, jogged to work after, the jogged home later, giving me an easy paced 4.5 mile total run commute. 

SUNDAY: I had a fast 13 miles on my plan for this week, and usually I look for a race in which to do this, as I can never push myself enough just out running on my local Lincoln streets. This training block I had been unsure about whether to bother finding a race or not, however a fellow Run Club leader suggested the Newton's Fraction Half Marathon in Grantham, which he was also planning on running, and I was tempted. I put off entering for a while, however after a number of weeks of solo long running and back to back 20 milers, I felt I wanted a break and some running company - so I entered. I obviously did not anticipate the race falling on a week where I was trying to rebuild a bit, but I took part nevertheless and kept my expectations no further than just a nice variation for a Sunday long run. Full blog to follow - but on a tough undulating course, with a couple of real killer hill climbs thrown in, I was pleased that I felt in control and my legs seemed strong (it was in fact the downhills which I felt weaker on!) and I was pleased to finish in 1:43:36.

The motto of this week - I may be approaching my 10th marathon, but I am always still learning and am definitely by no means perfect.  ​
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The Good, The Bad and The Ugly Week

9/1/2019

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This week has had it all; the good, the bad and the ugly. My pretty awful runs have stemmed from general fatigue, tiredness and just having the feeling of nothing in my legs. This has been a big mileage week for me, with close to 50 miles logged. Thankfully, next week is a bit of an easier week (if there is such a thing in marathon training terms!) so I am hopeful it will be a bit restorative. Marathon training is hard work, and it feels tougher when your legs just do not want to play game at times; so I am trying to remain positive and not let the harder miles get me down. 

MONDAY: Body Pump class.

TUESDAY: I guess you could say the week did not get off to the greatest of starts running wise when I literally did not feel like I had the energy for my planned interval run. I switched it to later in the week (avoidance tactics!) and opted for a (in theory) slightly easier 5 mile tempo run. The middle 3 miles of this run were supposed to be at marathon pace, but after a fairly steady mile long warm up, I got carried away, logging quicker miles than I needed to. Not my wisest move!

WEDNESDAY: one of my better runs of the week, meeting my friend for one of our mid week 6am routes. We logged just under 7 miles at a good pace; all sub 8 min/mile splits. It was the strongest I had felt running with my friend for a while, and his pace did not seem to stretch me too much. I felt better - for now...

THURSDAY: the postponed intervals were on the agenda for this morning and it was literally a disaster. I was tired to begin with, having gone to bed much later than normal after being out at a mid week Lincoln City football match. Tiredness is one thing, but as soon as I tried to run one of my planned fast reps, my legs instantly drained from beneath me. I was truly wiped out, and whilst I did attempt another rep, I could tell there was literally no point in trying to find any pace in my legs - they were gone. I very nearly turned for home, but knew I would feel even worse if I gave up completely. Instead I switched to logging the rest of the miles at an easy pace, ignoring my Garmin beeping at me telling me I should be running intervals! I managed 7 miles, but was then slightly worried about the fact I had Run Club later that evening. At Run Club I seemed to find some energy, from where I am not quite sure! Perhaps it was being in the company of others which helped, and I ran well during a 5 mile tempo session. It was almost like the morning had not happened...

FRIDAY: a vague Rest Day... I say vague as I spent virtually all day at work assembling our new office. This entailed moving and carrying desks and office furniture, shifting equipment etc; it was a pretty hectic day. Obviously this was not really what I needed, and I was knackered when I got home. 
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SATURDAY: today was my work colleague's 50th parkrun and he invited me to come join him at his home event at Normanby Hall. It meant an early alarm again, but I wanted to support him; we love a good parkrun chat in our office and he is always interested in my running - so I wanted to recognise his own achievement. Going away from my home event in Lincoln was probably also good for me; I doubt I would have been able to meet some of my recent parkrun times and I would probably have felt disappointed in my legs! I have ran Normanby parkrun a few times before, but with some works going on in the park, this time we ran a slightly amended course. I found it a challenge, my body felt ok, but the course tested me a lot, with the gravel paths especially asking more from my tired legs. I really had to dig deep to find some speed. I was helped by trying to keep up with a fellow female runner, and eventually I finished in 21:44. I then cheered my colleague in and enjoyed a post run drink at the lovely cafe on site. I was happy - until I arrived home. Here everything suddenly hit me, I felt awful, like I was truly exhausted. My eyes were heavy, every movement felt a huge effort, and I literally just wanted to lay down and not move or even have to think. The feeling probably should have worried me more than it did at the time, I was too out of it to even contemplate it all really. I took the rest of the day steady, and then after a few hours just laying down later on, I did start to feel much better.  

SUNDAY: I may be a little mad at times, but there is still a few sensible bones in my body, and I therefore knew I had to take it easy on today's planned 20 miles. Thankfully it was much cooler than last week when I had ran the same distance, and this allowed me to remain in more control. I settled into a comfortable pace around the 8:40 min/mile mark and just tried to let the miles tick by. I was being consistent, but by my standards, a little unspectacular. It was what I needed to do though, and I was pleased to show some discipline. On the whole my legs felt like they could keep going, they were a bit weary at times, but I think that was when I let my mind wander into areas of doubt - which is something you have to learn to control, especially when running for such a long time on your own. I got my 20 miles logged; although it is another week when I am going to try not panic about my long runs being a lot slower than maybe I would like them to be. Post run my sister messaged to inform me that Eliud Kipchoge - the marathon running machine! - logs his long runs almost 4 minutes slower than his actual marathon pace... well if it works for him...!? 
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The Hangover Week

8/25/2019

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This week has felt a bit like a ‘hangover’ week – and unsurprisingly, not because of excessive drinking! I have just felt like I have constantly been playing catch up from a long and busy weekend last week, and whenever I seemed to be regaining some of my energy levels, a busy day at work or an early morning training run would send me backwards again. I recognised this; and my focus for this weekend has been to try and keep it very relaxed, aside from the obvious runs I had planned. Downtime is not the easiest thing for me – I like to be busy and productive! – but it’s a challenge I must accept during marathon training; it’s not just running the miles!

MONDAY: a tired Body Pump class in which I could already feel my general fatigue.

TUESDAY: it was tough to get out the door for early morning intervals today; I sat on the bottom on my stairs looking at my front door and procrastinated for as long as possible! Once I got out though I actually really enjoyed my run; even though I felt weary, I was well within my target paces for 6 x 1km reps across a 7 mile distance. I aimed for 7.20-7.30 min/mile and most were quicker than this.

WEDNESDAY: I met my friend for an early mid-week run; he had been away and had not run for two weeks, which I was secretly pleased about as it meant we settled to a nice steady pace, a bit more comfortable than we sometimes run together! We logged 6.5 miles on a new route, averaging just under 8 min/mile pace.

THURSDAY: today started again with me sitting at the bottom of my stairs not really wanting to go out the door. Easier miles were welcomed, but I had 10 miles on my plan, which felt a long way. I got out, and again I was fine once I was plodding away, and I did find quite a comfortable pace. Later at Run Club I led the session, which gave me an opportunity to run with a group of runners at a different pace to me and to encourage them. I welcomed the relative break for my own training, but also really enjoyed chatting to new people and supporting them through the session.

FRIDAY: Rest Day

SATURDAY: with how I had been feeling all week in mind, I had moderate expectations for Lincoln parkrun today. It was also warm, which was perfect for the summer theme the event had this week (see image of some of my Run Club who got into the fancy dress spirit, including running with a snorkel!), but also a bit of a shock after some cooler weather of late. I actually ran really well; my legs felt strong, the heat did not bother me too much, and I managed to run exactly the same time as last week, finishing in 20:55.
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SUNDAY: the first of the proper long ‘long runs’ of this training – a 20 miler. All week I had this run on my mind; long runs have been testing me this block and I knew this would be the biggest challenge yet. Add to this the continued heat, which was forecast to get up to 30 degrees, and I knew I needed to be both physically and mentally strong and try to push out any doubts. I went out as early as possible, after setting a 5 am alarm to eat breakfast, and was thankful of the early cloud cover. I knew as soon as the sun came up though it would be a different story. The first 10 miles were ok, although carrying my CamelBak full of water reduced my pace, as I am just not used to carrying the extra weight. I needed the water though, so there was no way around that. The final 10 miles got progressively tougher as the heat simultaneously increased. The final 5 miles were so hot, it was like someone had suddenly turned the heating on! I just had to focus on ticking those final few miles off, I was so near, but even two miles seemed like forever. I was pleased to make it home and to collapse on the bottom of my stairs (again!) I averaged 8:45 min/mile for the run, which I just had to take and try not to dwell on. I felt like I had the endurance to keep going, but there was no real pace in my legs to accompany it. I am also nowhere near hitting the paces I was on long runs during my Brighton Marathon training earlier in the year, and whilst deep down I know conditions are different and these are supposed to be long slow runs, it is sometimes hard not to compare and worry. I have to focus on the fact its 20 miles under my belt, whilst also continuing to focus on the recovery in between. ​
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The Half Way Point

8/18/2019

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Is it acceptable to go to bed at 8pm on a Sunday? I hope this blog will make some sense, as I sit writing I feel very tired and not as though I am thinking to my usual full capacity! Today has been a long day to end week 8 of marathon training – the half way point! It has been rewarding though, and I make these sometimes slightly crazy decisions to fit in my training because, ultimately, it is what I love.

MONDAY: Body Pump class

TUESDAY: seeing mile reps on my plan for today’s interval session did fill me with a little bit of fear. They are long efforts, and although I ‘only’ had four to log across a 7 mile distance, I knew it could be a test. Aided by a nice cool morning, I was pleased with how well I ran; I felt strong throughout and my interval splits showed very little variation. I think its ok to feel a bit daunted by a run at times, it means you respect it, and once you accomplish it, it feels even better!

WEDNESDAY: on a grey and very wet mid week evening the prospect of running probably doesn’t sound too appealing to most. I had agreed to meet my run buddy at 7pm for 7 miles (7 for 7!) and as I opened my front door to meet her, I gave a look that said – are we mad?! However, once we started running the rain was long forgotten, and easy miles passed effortlessly as our usual catch up conversation flowed. Running with company is just so much easier sometimes, and we logged an 8:17 min/mile average pace, which felt incredibly comfortable. We were rather wet when we stopped, but it was certainly worth it.

THURSDAY: not long after last night’s evening run, I laced up again for my morning miles. My legs were heavy and I was thankful to have another ‘easy’ run on my plan. I aimed for 10 miles, but it was a bit of a slow slog, and as I passed my house on 9.15 miles, and with a Run Club session later – I called it day for the time being. At Run Club later I thankfully had a bit more life in me, taking part in a short, sharp hill session, which rounded my miles up to 11.5 for the day.

FRIDAY: Rest Day
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SATURDAY: during marathon training I keep my speed expectations relatively low. I take part in interval sessions and alike during the week, but these are ultimately focused on the 26.2 mile distance, not a 5k. At parkrun I therefore take whatever my legs seem capable of, and at the moment, I am really pleased to find and feel some speed in there still. Today, I managed to log another sub 21 minute time at Lincoln parkrun and felt good for the duration. My final mile was actually nearly as quick as my first - which rarely happens for me! I also had a very strong finish left in my legs, which made me think I probably could have dug a little deeper a bit earlier on!

​SUNDAY: I knew today was going to be a tiring one even before my alarm woke me at 5am. I was working at a community event for the vast majority of the day, and with 16 miles planned, an early alarm to ensure adequate fuelling and running time was therefore unavoidable. Solo long running has been tough of late; in the summer heat I seem to welcome distraction and the extra support, so I have had to really draw on my determination at times. Recently after my long runs I have felt both physically tired and also mentally drained from having to constantly drive myself, and I will admit, it does take some of the enjoyment away! Today I thus had one sole focus; to try and enjoy this run. I decided pace did not matter; I wanted 16 strong miles and I guess I wanted to boost my confidence a little when running longer. It was warm even early in the day, with a fairly gusty breeze, so my decision not to focus on pace felt even more justified. I kept steady throughout, feeling comfortable and never doubting I would get to 16 miles. I think I could have upped the pace towards the end, however I did not want to jeopardise things, and kept to my focus, My average pace was just over 8.30 min/mile – which is not what I want to be running marathon in, but I enjoyed it much more and I feel this run did me good.
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Half way to Chicago…  8 more weeks of work to go. ​
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