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.

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. ​

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. 

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. ​

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

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...

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!

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..!

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

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. ​

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. 

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.  ​

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. 

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.

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. ​

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

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. ​

Running can be a funny thing. I started the week feeling so tired and exhausted from it all, but I am ending the week, still feeling a little weary, but full of the joys running gives to my life. 

MONDAY: Body Pump class - it was an effort to get myself to this class. I was tired and had tight muscles from last week's running. I had to apologise to my friend after as I felt I spent the whole class moaning about how hard everything seemed! She understands marathon training though, and I am grateful she knew I just needed a sympathetic ear. 

TUESDAY: time to wake my body up with some intervals! It was a considerably cooler morning than of late, and this really benefited me. I ran 15 x 200m with 200m recoveries, which after a warm up mile, gave me just over 5 miles of distance. I really got into that much loved running 'zone' at some points during this run, logging a lot of the interval splits around the 6.30 min/mile marker. 

WEDNESDAY: another pre-work 10 miler; I felt slightly more accustomed running this distance to start the day compared to last week. Again I kept the pace easy, and whilst the temptation is there to pick up the speed a little and just 'get it done', I know the need for these easy mile is just as vital. 

THURSDAY: with a slightly different running weekend ahead, this morning I switched my plan around a bit to include a steady 3.5 miles, keeping just under 8 min/mile pace. This was followed by a pyramid session at Run Club later. I pushed myself tonight, I had not especially planned to, but I ran with a small group of others and found myself caught up in their dedication. Again I messed up split timing on my watch - I think I give up! - but we ran 2 sets of 1k/500m/200m/200m/500m/1k which at the end was nearly 5 miles of running. The motivation of others definitely helped me challenge myself - being a Run Leader is both very rewarding personally and through seeing the achievement of others. 

FRIDAY: usually Fridays are my rest day, but this week instead of pushing my trolley around Tesco on a Friday evening (wild I know!) I found myself running Sleaford 10k, a local race to me. Full blog to follow, but I was really pleased with how I ran - I had to be really, finishing second female and in 44:22. A trophy and a time is one thing (see image), but I felt really strong, despite the equally strong wind, and also enjoyed every step of the race, as well as the plentiful cake at the finish!

SATURDAY: Rest Day and volunteering at Lincoln parkrun (see image). 

This week I have felt that marathon training notch turn up a little. I have had some tough runs and had to work hard to meet the requirements of my training plan. I have enjoyed pushing myself on the vast majority of my running, I like the feeling of working hard and challenging myself. However, I have to say Sunday's long run was bit too much and the combination of long miles and summer heat really pushed me to my limits.
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MONDAY: Body Pump class

TUESDAY: with an early start at work my morning run had to be completed even earlier than normal today. A 5am alarm woke me ready for my 7 mile tempo run, which I aimed to complete with the middle 5 miles around half marathon pace. I focused on trying to make this middle section log 7.30 min/mile splits, and I was not far off this marker throughout. 5 miles felt quite a long time to hold this pace though, especially so early in the day, and I was pretty knackered at the end (see top image)! 

WEDNESDAY: when I have a 10 miler to run pre-work that is when I know marathon training is starting to fully hit me. 10 miles seemed a long time to be out, even though I did keep the run at an a easy pace, averaging 8.33 min/mile.

THURSDAY: as part of Lincs S&C Run Club we hold a monthly track session and I was really looking forward to the challenge of it tonight. I used this as my interval run for the week and was pleased to see the session was due to be 10 x 400m reps with a minutes rest between. 'Pleased' may sound like strange reaction, but I knew it would challenge me and I liked that. The session was hard, jelly legs hit by half way and I spent a lot of the recovery period with my hands on my knees trying to gulp in air, but I really did give my absolute all to every single lap of that track. I messed up my watch - again! - so was a little gutted not to be able to look back at my splits for each interval. Next time I will get it right!

FRIDAY: Rest Day

SATURDAY: I managed to log another sub 21 minute time at Lincoln parkrun today - 20:53 -  but in keeping with the theme of the week, it really was hard work and I fought for every second. I could feel I was a little jaded from the track session still as I started to run, but I had a real level of determination inside me for some reason and just knew I wanted to battle through. I ran with gritted teeth, trying to smile when marshals and fellow runners cheered my name, and when I crossed into the finish funnel, I was simply really pleased that my efforts had paid off. 

SUNDAY: training for a marathon during summer sounds quite idyllic in some ways, but today I really hated the seasonal heat. I got out fairly early and to be honest the first 7 miles of the 17 miles I had planned were fine; I was in a good running rhythm, had accomplished a couple of hilly challenges I had thrown in at the start, and felt quite content. Heading toward 10 miles and as my route began to become more rural and exposed, the sun started to bore into me though, making me hot and making each step feel heavier than it should be. I stopped in pockets of shade to sip water occasionally, but it only meant when returning to run the sun hit me harder. For the final 7 miles I had to draw on some mental grit to keep on ticking the miles off; my legs were not actually feeling too bad, but I was mentally tired from constantly having to encourage myself. I logged my 17 miles in an average pace of 8.24 min/mile (see bottom image), and as I collapsed onto the foot of my stairs at home, I was exhausted. To be honest I was also questioning why I do this to myself! The 'why?' is of course part of a much bigger picture, and these hard challenges are all part of the process along the way. ​

​You can always rely on the British Weather to play a part during marathon training, whether it is the threat of snow and ice during Spring blocks, or the fear of extreme Summer warmth. The latter has certainly played its part this week, with a heatwave sweeping the UK and temperatures hitting over 30 degrees Celsius – I do not think I remember such a heat in the UK in my lifetime?! I have therefore spent most of this week as a sweaty mess, and even when it cooled down at the weekend, the rain arrived and continued to soak me to my skin with a different kind of moisture – glamorous I know! Along with the heat, it has been a busy few days for me with a staff training week at work which also involved moving our offices and taking part in various team building activities. Simply put – I am a little knackered right now!

MONDAY: Body Pump class
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TUESDAY: today the heatwave began and I subsequently found intervals a little tougher going than normal, especially towards the end. I ran 6 miles with 12 x 400m reps and 200m recoveries. The first seven reps were relatively consistent, hovering around or just under the 7 min/mile marker; however, I felt the power fade from my legs for the final few and I really had to challenge myself to pick up the pace – the last rep felt like I was literally going nowhere!

WEDNESDAY: even as I met my friend for one of our 6am mid-week runs it was already nearly 20 degrees already – great! My friend seemed less affected by the heat than me, and he set the early pace as normal, which is always reasonably quick for me. I held this pace for a few of the 6.5 miles we ran, but as the final couple arrived, my legs were starting to struggle against the muggy, dense air. It was still a good paced run overall, but it just felt much harder, and I was drenched at the end.

THURSDAY: the hottest July day on record with temperatures hitting over 30 degrees – a great day for 5 different bouts of exercise then..! My first taste of exercise was my early morning run, an easy paced 7 miles, which I was surprised by how well I consistently paced given the heat. Next up was a team building day at work, which turned out to be a rock climbing session, followed by some team fitness relay races, and then by an immersive spinning class, all thankfully in the sanctuary of an air conditioned leisure centre. However, I still had Run Club to come. By 6.30pm in the evening it was scorching and I would not have even contemplated a run if it had not been club night. We planned a gentle out-and-back run, emphasising to people to take it easy. By now, my legs were pretty much exhausted, and combined with the heat, I found I only had one pace – a gentle plod. This was actually fine and I enjoyed being able to run with others and gain their support to keep me plodding along. We managed 4 miles – but it felt like 40! At the end of the day I was absolutely dead on my feet!
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FRIDAY: Rest Day

Somehow this is Week 4 of my marathon training on the road to Chicago – time has very much flown by. I am now a quarter of the way through my sixteen-week plan and I am very happy with how things are – quite literally. My goal for this training was to work hard, but also continue to feel contentment and enjoy with my life outside of running; and I am pleased to say so far I am achieving this.

MONDAY: after a week away from any form of strength work last week, I knew tonight’s Body Pump class would be a bit tougher than usual – it literally only needs me to miss one week and I can feel it! Combine my brief absence with the instructor launching a new set of exercises, and I was prepared to be sore…

TUESDAY: the DOMs had already hit as I laced up for my early morning run and I was a bit unsure if my planned intervals would actually happen! I had 6 miles with 5 x 1000m reps and 200m recoveries set, and I just had to see if my legs wanted to play game! It was a hard session, and the last two intervals reps really pushed me. My splits were strong though, despite my soreness, with a couple of sub 7 min/mile reps and the others all hovering a few seconds above this marker.

WEDNESDAY: if I thought DOMs had hit me yesterday, today they had bulldozed into my body; I was incredibly sore and was therefore very pleased to have some easy miles on my plan. I also had to get up very early for these 7 miles ahead of a long day at work – in fact this week on the whole has seen me working a lot of hours over some long days. The key to both fitting in my training and looking after myself I find is managing this impact in other areas of my life – I got to bed as early as possible, I try drink plenty, I add extra protein into my diet to aid recovery etc. It sounds simple, and I am certainly not perfect, but it all helps.

THURSDAY: thankfully my soreness had minimised significantly today and I enjoyed an early morning 7 mile run following an easier (8 minute something) to harder (7 minute something) mile pattern. At RunClub later I logged a comfortable further 4 miles as Run Leader.

FRIDAY: Rest Day

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This week has been very busy - all things go! - and this has included a lot of happy running and also happy memories. At this moment in time, I feel really fortunate to be able to write that and equally as thankful to be able to experience these emotions.

MONDAY: I spent a large chunk of this week in Liverpool as part of celebrations for my sister’s PhD graduation. This meant today I was able to enjoy a different start to the week, going on a hilly walk/climb up Moel Famau in nearby North Wales - some active recovery on my running rest day!

TUESDAY: usually when I see a progression run on my plan I react with a kind of ‘eye roll’, as mentally I can sometimes struggle with the pacing. I have improved my approach over the years, and today, running with my sister, I was determined to execute the 6 miles well. We not only ran well, but I also thoroughly enjoyed the run along Liverpool’s dockside (see image). Chatting to my sister meant I wasn’t constantly fixated by pace, and instead when our watches beeped in unison as a mile passed, we used this as a marker to pick up speed naturally. We nailed the progressive splits 8.48, 8.26, 8.17, 8.03, 7.49 and 7.28 min/mile respectively, and then spent the rest of the day celebrating my sister becoming Dr Carter.

WEDNESDAY: after a very long but memorable day yesterday at my sister's Graduation, in which I managed to wear high heels for endless hours, drank a fair few glasses of free prosecco, and enjoyed a lovely family meal – I did not feel my sharpest this morning! Alone I would have struggled running, but my sister joined me again for a steady 6 mile loop though Liverpool, and we helped take each other’s mind of our aching limbs and sore feet!

THURSDAY: back in Lincoln, today turned into a 10 mile double run day. In the morning I ventured out alone for a 5 mile interval run, featuring 3 x 1 mile reps and 400m recoveries. I kept my expectations fairly low after a busy week already, but was very pleased by how my body responded. It was humid and very sweaty, but my legs held strong with intervals splits of 7.01, 6.53 and 7.02 min/mile. Later in the day at Run Club and I logged a further 5 miles as we took the group through a more sustained running session. My legs were a little tired at this point, but I was really pleased to be able to run alongside a fellow member who has recently come back from representing Team GB at Triathlon Championships for her age group – I loved hearing about her experience and as the mid-run conversation flowed, my weary legs were long forgotten.

FRIDAY: Rest Day

SATURDAY: due to an event in Boultham Park there was no Lincoln parkrun today. I wanted to use the opportunity for some local parkrun tourism, but I was also aware I probably needed to log my long run, as on Sunday I was volunteering at a community event and would be needed from very early until late evening. Getting up on Sunday at the crack of dawn to log 13 miles did not seem a sensible choice, so I found a way to combine both a 13 mile long run and a parkrun into my Saturday running. I ventured to Clumber Park with my friend and her husband, firstly to take on the parkrun course (see image). I have completed this parkrun a couple of times before on New Year’s Day and it is always an enjoyable event. Today was very pleasant again, with a lovely atmosphere and the usual beautiful trail-based course. I ran with a natural strength in my stride, even with the slightly more challenging terrain Clumber Park presents, finishing in 21:01 and with a new course PB. My friend also ran a course PB – so we definitely did not hold back!