This week the weather has added a lot of variety to my running, even though my general mileage and weekly structure has remained quite consistent. As long as no snow appears and any icy conditions are kept to an absolute minimum, I can adapt to most other winter weather, whilst still wearing my shorts of course...!

MONDAY: Body Pump class

TUESDAY: the run with the ice - this morning's run had to be kept very steady due to glistening footpaths. I knew it was cold outside, but it was only as I started to run that I realised the full extent of the overnight frost. I instantly adapted, slowing down and focusing on logging 5 safe miles rather than at any speed. 

WEDNESDAY: the run with the rain - I worked late Tuesday evening, getting home at virtually 10pm, therefore when my early alarm woke me accompanied by the sound of rain splattering my window, I was very close to staying in bed. I laced up my shoes though, and although at first I did question my sanity as icy rain drove into my face, endorphins kicked in and I enjoyed a faster 5 miles. 

THURSDAY: the run with the warmth - after the week so far, I did not trust the iPhone weather app when it told me it was 11 degrees outside at 6am in the morning - surely not. I layered up and as soon as I started running instantly regretted my mistrust; it was so mild! These 5 miles were thus completed with sleeves rolled up, gloves stuffed into the hem of my shorts and finished with me being a sweaty mess. Body Pump class in the evening. 

FRIDAY: Rest Day

SATURDAY: the run with the wind - the gusty wind woke me early Saturday morning and I thought to myself this is when the power of parkrun is proved, the fact that people will get up on their weekend to run and volunteer outside in this, when they might have rolled over in bed otherwise. By the time 9am came round, conditions had thankfully eased a little, and there were only a few pockets of stronger wind at Lincoln parkrun's Boultham Park setting. I tried to run to feel today, sticking with a couple of other runners rather than focusing on my watch. I felt vaguely optimistic this might keep me closer to 21 minutes again, but I was wrong, finishing in 21:36 (see image). I am not sure why this week was back to being on the slower side for me - sometimes you just do not know what factors are influencing!

​SUNDAY: the run with the perfect winter weather - the weather this morning was beautiful, a crisp air, but with winter sunshine and clear blue skies; perfect for Sunday running. I felt less than perfect however after a Saturday night spent celebrating Christmas early with my work colleague before she heads away on holiday. There was gin involved, I did not get to bed until the early hours of the morning, but it was mainly my secret love of dancing which seemed to hit me hard, combined with the fact I rarely wear heels anymore. On Sunday morning my quads felt like they had had a workout and the balls of my feet were battered - I think my feet have actually felt better after a marathon! I did not mind though, it was a bit of escapism I needed and I had already fully accepted it would affect my running. Therefore today I went out with no expectations. I hid my watch under my sleeve and just enjoyed an out and back 10 miler along the local riverbank. I thought I was running slower than I actually was, which was pleasing that even with less than ideal pre-run prep, I could still manage an 8:25 min/mile average. ​All about the balance. 

The past seven days have flown by for me, as it seems has the year, with this week entering into December. I have felt a little tired this week, a kind of weary haze I have not been able to fully shift. I think this has been due to being busy at work, which I enjoy nevertheless, but also being unable to switch my head off from other personal things, which I do not enjoy! Running remains my constant though - as always...

MONDAY: Rest Day - after Sunday's Doncaster 10k my legs were a little achy and my body generally felt fatigued, so I listened to it and rested. 

TUESDAY: rising early I managed to avoid the monsoon like downpours that arrived during the day and logged a steady 5 miles, easing my legs back into things. Body Pump class in the evening.

WEDNESDAY: feeling a little more energised I opted for one of my hillier 5 mile routes. This proved to be a good choice, as I could feel the strength had returned in my legs, and I logged an 8:15 min/mile average pace.

THURSDAY: another wet and wild day, which this time I was unable to avoid. It was mild though and the rain actually felt quite refreshing on my 5 miler, and I remained close to 8 min/mile pace throughout. Body Pump in evening. 

FRIDAY: Rest Day

SATURDAY: after a full on week I woke today feeling a little down and deflated, which is when I know I really need my parkrun fix. It seemed fate that today I bumped into so many people I knew at Lincoln parkrun at literally every point of my morning; from arriving at the car park, to finding my jacket on the bandstand at the end, I had someone friendly to chat to - I loved it. In running terms it was also quite a good morning for me, I managed my best time for a while, 21:17, and also finished first lady again. I was helped when running by a friendly chap who has been trying to pace me back to sub 21 minute territory for a few weeks now; we ran together for the majority of the course and using him as a marker helped keep my pacing quite consistent. I now just to regain that little bit of extra speed from somewhere!

SUNDAY: I was unsure of how to approach today's planned 10 miles; I knew I had been running well at the distance over the past few weeks and that my legs could be tested, but I did not know if I had the mental energy to commit to that. I think if I am honest this was a day when I would have preferred some company on a longer run, and to enjoy some 'chatty' miles. Sometimes when you are on you own though that's when you can really test your strength, and I think I did that instead. I set out at an optimistic pace and just kept going. It was a unseasonably mild December day, and even wearing just shorts and t-shirt I was sweaty and warm! At mile 7 I started to consider slowing down and comfortably making it home instead, but that was when my determination really kicked in. I kept going, finishing with a 7.55 min/mile average pace (see image). My Brighton Marathon training starts in three weeks, and whilst I will be slowing down on my longer runs to avoid burning out and especially as the miles get longer, for now I am enjoying these Sunday tests. I also hope these miles will provide good foundations going forward. ​

​No pressure – I think that’s how I can summarise the last few months of my running adventures. From running 26.2 miles through the streets of Sydney, my post marathon recovery, my ‘training’ across the past weeks, my last ‘race’ at the Hedgehog Half Marathon, and indeed Sunday’s Doncaster 10k - I have had no expectations. I have simply been keeping my running ‘ticking over’ mainly for my own physical and mental health. I therefore entered the Doncaster 10k primarily for social purposes rather than chasing a particular time; I loved completing the race last year with my friend when she was back in the UK from Australia, so when her Mum asked if I wanted to come visit and run it again with her, I instantly signed up.
 
I travelled to Doncaster on Saturday and enjoyed a relaxed evening catching up and being made to feel very welcome – it was lovely. Waking on Sunday morning my calm attitude remained; if anything, I was just looking forward to running a 10k, which is a distant I often do not get chance to run. It was a cool, grey morning, and as we arrived at the start, which is based at Doncaster Race Course, we sought sanctuary in the indoor course venue - as did most other runners! The atmosphere here was friendly with that bubble of pre-race energy in the air, and I bumped into a few familiar faces from the Lincoln running community. We headed to the Doncaster Athletics Club meeting point, which is who my friend’s Mum runs with. Technically I was an outsider to this group, but I was instantly made to feel welcomed. Strangers chatted to me and gave me good luck hugs as we headed to the start line, I felt so at ease and like I was one of them - the running community at its best.
 
At the start line I took a brief moment to contemplate the actual race ahead of me, mainly due to the fact I had to decide which time marker to start by! I opted ahead of the sub 45-minute pacer, mainly as I hate running alongside a pacer, and secondly, whilst I did not think I was in PB shape, I thought I could challenge sub 45 mins if I ran well. A fellow Lincoln parkrunner found me at the start line and asked me what my aim was for the race; I answered honestly – ‘I am not really sure!’ He was clear with his race goal though; he simply said he wanted to beat me! With a wry smile we shook hands – I think I now felt like racing!
 
The start gun fired into the November sky and I set off, quickly getting into a comfortable stride. From last year I remember the first half of the 10k flying by; the course winding around the centre of Doncaster and surrounding residential streets. The views are not overly memorable (sorry Doncaster!) but at the same time it is not boring, with a good level of support to keep your mind engaged. I glanced a couple of times at my watch just to see what pace I was running, but in all honesty, I was now more focused on keeping just ahead of my parkrun friend, who was sat on my shoulder – waiting to pounce I presumed!
 
The half way point arrived very quickly as we looped back past the race course start, with the course then heading out to complete an out and back section on a longer road. I recalled from last year that this part of the route featured a sharp hill at the turn around point, followed by a gradual climb back to the finish. This would test my legs. They held strong though, my pace did not drop and the strength in my stride remained. Out and back sections can sometimes be soul destroying, but I like it at Doncaster as you get a boost from the runners each side of the road. On my way ‘out’ the speed of the frontrunners already heading toward the finish inspired me, and I shouted across to another female Lincoln parkrunner who was pushing to finish 3rd lady (which she did!) On the way ‘back’ I was boosted by seeing further friends from the Lincoln running scene and tried to shout across more words of encouragement. During these final miles I also got comfortably ahead of my racing partner and I was now striding out firmly on my own.

The final 200m of the race enters back into the race course itself, with the finish line placed next to the Grandstand. Here for the first time in the race I felt real strain, above normal levels of running related discomfort. Glances at my watch had told me that I was now chasing down a PB and every second counted. I pushed hard, I think all good running form went out the window as I surged for the finish. As I crossed the line I looked down at my watch – it read a new PB of 43:16. This was a time I definitely did not think I was capable of running and my average pace frankly amazes me! My finish time is one thing, but what I loved most was that I felt really strong whilst running, and reviewing my splits later on told me I had indeed ran very consistently. I relished every single step of the 10k and equally enjoyed the finish line moment where my body felt spent but my mind felt alive.

​With my medal strung around my neck I quickly bustled my way through the crowds to find a spot along the barriers to watch my friend’s Mum finish and to cheer her on. The Doncaster 10k was her first race for some months following a leg injury, and I really wanted to see her finish with a big smile on her face. The weather conditions for racing had been near perfect, however they were not quite made for spectating in shorts and tshirt…! I stood by the barrier regardless vaguely hoping my post race euphoria would keep me warm. Thankfully a fellow spectator came to my rescue ‘you are going to freeze’ he exclaimed, ‘I will be fine’ I lied. But before I could protest, he had taken off his jacket and given it to a sweaty runner to wear – the kindness of strangers/mixed with the madness of runners! My friend’s Mum's beaming smile was certainly worth waiting for and as I greeted her after the finish line I gave her a happy hug; it is great to be able to celebrate achievements together.
 
The Doncaster 10k is not just a great course set at an excellent race venue, but it also offers little extras which add to the experience. We therefore enjoyed the free post run pies and hot chocolate whilst chatting again to Doncaster Athletics Club members before heading to the local hotel, which had put on more free hot drinks for runners, and carrying on the post race conversations in their warmth – it was a perfect end to the race.
 
I sometimes feel like people may roll their eyes when I say I did not set out for a PB and then go and run one – I may even do the same if it was the other way around! I truly had no expectations for the Doncaster 10k though, I was running for me not for the clock, and perhaps that makes my performance all the more pleasing. ​

Sat writing this blog entry all I really want to do is skip to the part where I get to write about my weekend - it has been a good one. Everything beforehand matters just as much though, and actually my weekday running also felt very positive and enjoyable, despite the harsh dip in temperatures. Life outside of running has felt tougher this week though, and more than ever I needed a real running weekend to take my mind off other things and spend some time doing what I love... 

MONDAY: the final session in the current block of Strength and Conditioning for Runners. Again, I have really enjoyed this block, as it gives me both the environment to work on specific running related exercises, whilst also being able to mix with like minded people. 

TUESDAY: the start of four consecutive very cold, early morning runs. Getting out of a warm bed actually has not been too much of a struggle for me, I have wanted to run, and even when out in the bracing air I have found I have soon warmed up. I was pleased with today's 5 miler as an 8.13 min/mile average pace felt very comfortable. Body Pump class in the evening. 

WEDNESDAY: after a strong run yesterday I upped the pace a little on this morning's 5 miles, running around 8 min/mile pace, which again felt good and very manageable.

THURSDAY: this run was almost a repeat of my running so far this week; a cold 5 miles but at a strong steady pace. Body Pump class in the evening.

FRIDAY: I had contemplated taking two rest days ahead of my scheduled 10k race on Sunday, but I woke early and had a desire to run, so laced my trainers up again. I kept this run easier though, completing a gentle 4.5 mile loop.

SATURDAY: Rest Day - I still had my parkrun fix though of course, volunteering at my home Lincoln event. I really do love donning a high viz vest every once in a while and enjoying the other side of parkrun. It is an opportunity to chat to many different faces, cheer on runners I often run alongside but never get to really show appreciation to, and also to know you have played a small part in making the event happen for hundreds of others. I think the biggest indication of how much I enjoy a volunteer turn is that I never actually wish I was running instead! It was a bright start to my weekend.

Celebrations in running terms often mean PBs, whether that be distance or times, however this week I have been celebrating the success and achievements of two of the running communities I am part of...

MONDAY: a double hit of Strength and Conditioning for Runners followed by a Body Pump class.

TUESDAY: throughout Monday I had noticed how tight my legs had become, especially my left hamstring, which was now so tight I could barely straighten my leg fully - I think my limbs knew they were overdue a Sports Massage. Thankfully I had one booked for Thursday, however I still had a few runs I wanted to complete before then. With my legs feeling as they were I kept things steady on today's 5 miler; it took my legs nearly the entire run to feel loose anyway! Body Pump class in evening.

WEDNESDAY: the tightness in my legs remained, but there was slight progress during today's 5 miles as it only took 2 miles this time for my legs to feel a bit more flexible! 

THURSDAY: another morning 5 miler, practically counting down the steps to my massage later in the day! I had some cupping treatment on my hamstring - a strange sensation - and it sorted it out instantly, the relief when walking was enough let alone for running purposes!

FRIDAY: Rest Day

SATURDAY: today was my day of celebration, kicking off - where else - at Lincoln parkrun. It was Lincoln parkrun's 5th birthday (see image) and the cheerful, friendly atmosphere that brightens up my Saturday morning every week seemed to be exacerbated. Large '5' balloons floated around the sky, some of our dedicated volunteer team were given special thanks for their marshalling commitments, which even as a regular parkrunner I had not quite realised just how many high-viz stints had been racked up amongst them, and special mention was given to those who had helped make Lincoln parkrun a possibility to start with and who without we would never had made it to five years - it was perfect. My run - not quite as perfect! I worked hard, still managing to beam a smile at the marshals cheering me on even though I was gritting my teeth inside, but time wise I still stuck in that 21 minute region; finishing in 21:29. I was first lady home though, which felt quite nice on the birthday event! 

After parkrun I headed to a Hot Pod Yoga session, which had been arranged for members of the Strength and Conditioning for Runners group I belong to to celebrate a successful year of classes. Hot Pod Yoga is essentially a yoga class completed in a dome heated to 38 degrees, yet despite this rather warm temperature I did not sweat a single drop (see image)! I am not sure what is wrong me, as everyone else was dripping - maybe all that summer heatwave running has acclimatised me...!

​SUNDAY: Saturday night had also involved a some social drinks with the Strength and Conditioning group, nothing too wild, but still a few G&Ts and an early morning bedtime - which on reflection is actually quite wild compared to my usual Saturday nights! I thought I would just see how I felt running but on a beautiful autumn morning, things felt good. I headed out with a ten mile route in mind and ran the first 5 miles strongly, which then led to me challenging myself to try hold onto my pace for the next 5 miles. I stuck at it, but by the final mile and half I really was holding on! I held strong and finished with an average pace of 7.58 min/mile - I was very happy; however I was also nowhere near my house, so opted for a steady 1.5 mile 'cool down' run home... you would think after all my running in and around Lincoln I could plan routes by now! ​

This week has been a bit of a mix in terms of running, maybe a reflection on the mixture of emotions I have also felt personally this week. The consistency of running in my life remains key though; I think I shocked a lady I was chatting to at parkrun on Saturday when she asked how many times I run and train a week even when I do not have a race I am particularly focusing on. 'Its my life' I think I said to her, 'I am lost without it'. Her response was simply - 'good for you'. 

MONDAY: I was faced with the box jump again today in Strength and Conditioning after my slight falling out with the piece of equipment last week! With the support and encouragement from my fellow class attendees I managed to put my fears behind me and complete some plyo jumps - I definitely would not have done this alone! 

TUESDAY: aside from box jumps, last night's Strength and Conditioning class also featured some sprinting exercises and I could feel the exertion in my legs as I began this morning's run. I was tired and did not even need to tell myself to keep this run easy paced; logging a gentle 5 miles. I nearly did not go to my Body Pump class in the evening as I just felt a little bit lacklustre still, but I dragged myself there as I figured it would mentally make myself feel better - and it did. 

WEDNESDAY: after taking it easier on my run yesterday, today I felt refreshed and even in swirling wind and rain I kept good pace for 5 miles, averaging just over 8 min/mile pace. I think this reminded me the importance of easy runs being part of my running regime still; I find it more logical to do when I am in 'training mode', but with the amount of miles I still do in what I guess you could call 'off season', easy sessions still have great value.

THURSDAY: my body felt a bit tired again today, with some tightness in my muscles, so I kept my run to a brief 4 miles, with a Body Pump class in the evening.

FRIDAY: Rest Day

SATURDAY: on a beautiful Autumn morning I headed to Lincoln parkrun - where else! There was a fabulous turn out of 478 people taking part, and I enjoyed catching up with familiar faces. My run was not so great, I just did not get into my stride at the start and it felt like I was running unnaturally, with a stitch then threatening to form as I tried to keep some pace. It was not pretty, but I stuck at it to finish in 21:39 (see image). After a good parkrun last week I was a little disappointed at the contrast in my performance, however looking around at the hundreds of people enjoying their Saturday morning, as ever it is always hard to let the time bother you too much outside of those few seconds of post run reflection in the finish funnel!

SUNDAY: 10 miles appears to be my distance right now, and today marked another consistent longer run, with a near 8 min/mile pace held throughout. I feel more powerful over 10 miles than I do on a 5k at the moment - which as a marathon runner I probably should feel pleased about! I think I was especially satisfied with today's run as I set off with the notion that I may feel like taking things a bit steadier after a bit of fatigue during the week, however this seemed to still be a comfortable zone for me. How I wish I could keep this pace up over 26.2 miles! Never say never... ​

‘I really want to do the Brighton Marathon one day’ – since my love of running 26.2 miles has developed the Brighton Marathon has always been on the ‘to do’ list. My main reason is simply because I love Brighton as a destination. In 2014 I celebrated my birthday in the city with my sister and friends, taking part in the 5k Colour Run along the seafront (see image), as well as enjoying the extravagance of the Brighton nightlife. The following year I won a competition which saw my friend and I gain places in the Brighton 10k (see image), an event held on the marathon weekend itself. This was a slightly different trip, but again one I loved, especially the atmosphere around the marathon and sitting on the beach cheering the runners across the line. I think the marathon would always be my next natural progression with my Brighton affinity.

After not getting a place in the London Marathon, which I will not pretend, would have been my first choice for a Spring marathon in 2019, I was left to consider my options. Brighton and Edinburgh were the two events I toyed with, however right now I am impatient and also hungry to get training, so knew I would not be able to wait until May for my first 26.2 mile event. Falling in April, Brighton then become the clear favourite, and as soon as I made that choice in my mind, I instantly felt excited. I knew it was the right decision.

My goal for Brighton will be to try and PB – which will mean building on my recent Sydney Marathon performance and running a sub 3:40 time. My ultimate quest of running a Boston Marathon qualifying time has now increased in difficulty with the race organisers deciding to make qualifying times even quicker. I now need a sub 3:30 time to stand a chance of running Boston, and with competition for places high, I would say the nearer to 3:25 I can get, the better. Can I run this time in Brighton – probably not; but I feel like I both want and need to keep getting closer and consequently progressing as a runner. Can I actually run a 3:25 marathon ever? I do not know for sure, but I guess I must have some self belief, else my commitment to the goal would not feel as strong. For now, a PB in Brighton is the target. 

The clocks have gone back, its dark, noticeably colder - but I am still running, even with a minor bump at the start of the week..!

MONDAY: said bump happened tonight during my Strength and Conditioning class after the wooden box jump and I had a little falling out... Whilst completing plyo-jumps onto the box I got slightly distracted mid-jump, which meant my attention was not on my landing and, as you can probably guess, I clattered the edge and side of the box. It was a complete accident but it still hurt a lot! I soldiered on, but as I completed Body Pump afterwards I could already see I was developing a rather bruised and swollen shin. 

TUESDAY: Rest Day - my shin was badly bruised and the swelling meant I had slight pain every time I took a step. I knew it was only a superficial injury, but at the same time I also knew that running was not going to be a comfortable or particularly enjoyably experience, so I rested.

WEDNESDAY: on a very cold morning I wrapped up and tried a 5 miler - I think the cold helped numb some of my shin pain to be honest, and I quite happily completed the distance at 8.23 min/mile pace. I really enjoyed the run as it was my first morning run since the clock change and I was able to run alongside a beautiful rising sun - a perk of a 5.30am morning alarm!

THURSDAY: another 5 miler at around 8.20 min/mile pace, followed by a Body Pump class in the evening.

FRIDAY: on this morning's run the footpaths were glistening in places, with an overnight frost threatening to take hold. I did not like this, as the thought of ice reminded me of having to resort to the treadmill! Today the patches were small though and living quite centrally in the city meant that some roads/paths had actually been gritted, which pleasantly surprised me, and I ran another 5 miles at 8.21 min/mile average pace.

SATURDAY: during the week my home parkrun, Lincoln, had been recognised as being Physical Activity Programme of the Year at a regional sports awards ceremony (for the second year running!) I may be slightly bias as an avid parkrunner, but I feel this is truly deserved, and as 400+ runners and volunteers joined me at Boultham Park to complete a morning 5k run, jog or walk, I do not think I was alone in this thinking. My run was good today, I felt strong throughout and my first 2 miles were both at sub 7 min/mile pace for the first time in a long while, leading to a finish time of 21:15, and a bonus of being first lady home.

SUNDAY: ignoring the small glitch at the start of the week, today I completed a positive week of running by logging a very pleasing ten miler (see image). Even though I chose a slightly hilly route I found I was running consistently with a lot of my splits just under 8 min/mile pace. It is hard to describe how I was feeling when running; I was not pushing myself unnecessarily, but I just felt like I was in a powerful zone. People often ask me what I think about when I am running, and when running solo as I have been a lot over the past months, to be honest I simply allow myself to get caught up in the run itself, and that's what it felt like today. ​

​I am still sporting a very bruised shin, but thankfully without any pain now - think my box jump days may be over for a while!

As I sat reflecting on this week it dawned on me that so much has happened across the last 7 days personally, professionally and in running. Generally it has been a very positive week; I finally decided on and booked my Spring marathon - Brighton (more on that to come in a blog soon), I am fortunate to love my job and whilst this week has been very busy it has also been extremely rewarding, and my running seems to be settling quite nicely to a consistent level which I know I can build on. There are still a few personal challenges that have been rearing their head, and amid the positivity there have been moments where I have sat and just wished I could fix/change certain things going on... but I have to try remain focused on what I can control. 

MONDAY: my usual Strength and Conditioning class was cancelled tonight due to a flood, however I was still able to take part in Body Pump and get my strength fix. I also had an exciting meeting. In recent weeks I have been working as a coach for Lincs Injury delivering further Wednesday night Strength and Conditioning sessions for fellow runners, and we met to discuss future plans. My background is in sports coaching and being able to combine this with seeing runners progress has been a real highlight since getting back from Australia. I feel I have become part of another running community.

TUESDAY: a steady morning 5 miler averaging 8.26 min/mile pace. The niggle in my ankle from last week was still apparent at the start, but the uncomfortable sensation faded quickly; hopefully it is sorting itself out?!

WEDNESDAY: on Tuesday night I had got home late after watching the mid-week Lincoln City F.C. match (which is where I work!) and this meant I did struggle to get out of bed early this morning to run. I had evening plans again with work though, so knew if I wanted to run I had to get out there. I logged another steady 5 miles, averaging 8.23 min/mile pace. At work we had visitors from Poland spending time with my colleague and I on a study visit, so in the evening we took them out to see the wonderful sights of Lincoln! It was another late night with some wine consumed and I already knew that setting my morning alarm for a run was a little optimistic... 

Despite developing a mysterious ankle niggle/injury/issue (I am not sure what it is!), this week has a been a good week for running. I have pushed myself a little more at times, just for fun really, and have also exerted a bit of self disciple to listen to my body too - testing myself in both ways. This week has also ignited my excitement to start training again in a few months time!

MONDAY: Strength and Conditioning for Runners followed by a Body Pump class

TUESDAY: this week I wanted to try and add a bit more pace to my mid week running, not a lot, but just enough to add a little more stimulus for my mind and demand on my legs. This morning's early  5 miler involved a long hill to begin with and then trying to keep pace afterwards. I like creating challenges like this every once in a while and I recommend it if you want to mix up your running a little. 

WEDNESDAY: another 5 miler, however this run naturally turned into a progression run as with each mile that passed I simply felt I could give a little more. I was really pleased to finish with a 7.37 min/mile split without it feeling too much like I was killing myself! 

THURSDAY: after two good runs today was the complete opposite. My 5:30am alarm went off and I was awake, dressed and out ready by 6am. All was good until I took my first step. My left ankle felt painful instantly, like a twanging feel radiating from the calf/soleus into my foot. It hurt every time I pushed off the ground. As I had felt nothing in the days before or even as I had been walking around my house beforehand I hoped the pain would just ease and might be stiffness. I plodded slowly along, but the pain remained and rather than fade seemed to shift all over my ankle. I made it to 1 mile, stopped, realised this was stupid, turned around and plodded home. I was not too upset - if I had been in marathon training then it would have been another story! Instead I was more puzzled and curious as to why it felt like this, especially as later when walking to work it was absolutely fine. I even went to a Body Pump class later and again felt absolutely nothing. I started to think I had imagined it all, but I promise the pain had been very real when running!

FRIDAY: Rest Day - and a lot of ice and compression applied to the ankle. I still was not sure what was wrong, but figured this would do no harm. 

There has been one main thing which people have been talking about this week - the London Marathon ballot results. Even if you did not put your name into the draw, chances are you know someone who did. My name was in the proverbial hat, and this week I received my rejection email and magazine - a double whammy! I will admit in previous years I have hung a lot on running the London Marathon, and rejection has been hard to take. This year though I am fine with not having a place for 2019. I am fortunate to have experienced the magic of running London three times, in 2015, 2017 and 2018, and was there as a spectator in 2016 to see my friend conquer the race. Each year has given me treasured memories which I will keep for the rest of my life; it feels almost selfish to want more. This year's London Marathon was particularly special too as I got to share running the race with my friend for the first time, and my Mum and Dad were also on Tower Bridge; hugging them mid race and sharing an absolutely exhausted embrace with my friend at the end made every single one of those horrendously hot steps worth it! Let's not forget the heat - I think I need another year just to get over the feeling of intense heat radiating from the London tarmac too! I have a Good For Age place for 2020 - I feel that this will be the right time for me to run through the capital again.

Aside from the London Marathon fanfare, this week has been a little mixed for me. I felt like I was there with recovery, but I think this week has highlighted that whilst I may be being kind to my legs in terms of demands and mileage, I cannot neglect other areas just because I am not in training mode. My energy levels this week have been poor, so sleep and nutrition are my focus going forward. 

MONDAY: after Sunday's Hedgehog Half Marathon I felt a little fatigued today, understandable at this point I think, but managed a double session of Strength and Conditioning for Runners and then Body Pump.

TUESDAY: my tiredness lingered today, so I kept my morning 5 mile run very easy, almost like a 'shake out' run as people like to call it!

WEDNESDAY: whilst I have got into a habit of running early, today my morning alarm was a struggle. I went out later than I had planned so squeezed in a quicker 4 miles. The miles were not as quick as I would have liked though, as my energy levels felt low and I was noticeably hungry, which is never a good feeling when exercising. 

THURSDAY: a better run; 5 miles at 8.11 min/mile average pace followed by a Body Pump class in the evening. 

It is 7.30am on Sunday morning. I am sat hiding in my car at Normanby Hall Country Park, trying to seek shelter from the harsh freshness of an Autumnal morning. My alarm had woken me at 5:45am and I have already driven nearly an hour alongside the rising sun to get here. I am sat swigging Lucozade Sport from a bottle and watching as the car park around me fills with equally mad people munching on bananas and pinning pieces of paper onto their chest. It is race day. However, this was a race I nearly did not run, that was until I reframed what a ‘race’ was in my head.
 
I entered the Hedgehog Half Marathon months ago after taking part in the parkrun also held at Normanby Hall. It was such a beautiful place that when I saw a big banner advertising the October event I was instantly sold. I also thought that following the Sydney Marathon in September I may be feeling a bit lost and it would be a good way to combat the post marathon blues. Things have been different post Sydney though, and I have actually been enjoying running, but not taking things too seriously. In the days leading up to the race I therefore found myself debating whether I really needed to 'race' a half marathon. Did I have the desire to push myself? Were my legs actually recovered yet in order to do myself justice? Was it worth running if I knew I was not going to be challenging a PB? With my mind flipping from one moment wanting to run, to the next thinking it was a stupid idea, two things happened. Firstly, a work colleague said they wanted to come support me, which touched me and made me think I ought to run; I told myself that I would probably be heading out for 10 miles on a Sunday anyway. However, my biggest realisation was why did I think I had to 'race' the half marathon? Could I not just enjoy a 13.1 mile run? Did it really matter what time I ran as long as I enjoyed the experience? Why not just relax and have some fun running in a new event? My focus shifted, and I was ready to tackle the ‘race’ in a different way.
 
When I bravely ventured out from my car in my vest and shorts, trying not to show how cold I really was, I did so with zero pressure or expectation - it felt good. A relatively small crowd of nearly 500 runners huddled at the start line outside Normanby Hall and I stood chatting to a lady equally as underdressed as myself. Us runners are definitely mad at times! The start gun pierced the air and stopped our conversation – time to run.
 
I had not really looked into the course too much; I never do and do not like obsessing over a hill at mile 5.2 or whatever! I knew we would be running some of the route the Tour de Yorkshire Cycle Race follows though, so my sporting knowledge told me it would be hilly. As I began running I did not look at my watch and simply ran to feel; I did not want to know or particularly care what my pace was. I really enjoyed the first 7 or so miles, I was just running totally free through quaint villages and open countryside, with pockets of small and enthusiastic supporters bringing a smile to my face. The route so far had meandered up and down a little as I had expected, and whilst I was pushing myself more than if I had gone out for a solo Sunday run, I felt happily in control.
 
My sense of freedom was put to the test between miles 7 to 10, when the route suddenly became a lot more challenging than I had anticipated. These three miles were virtually entirely uphill, with long drawn out climbs punctuated only by sharper little peaks. I knew I had slowed but I was doing so in order to manage the terrain, and when not chasing a time this did not really bother me. My mind did dance with the thoughts that maybe my legs were not up to this though; was I silly for even challenging myself, should I just slow right down? I would not have enjoyed that though, as strange as it sounds I like to feel a bit of pain! So I kept ticking the miles away - whilst praying for some downhill or even just flat road!

Physically I think this has been the first week since the Sydney Marathon and landing back in the UK that I have felt almost 'back to normal'. It has taken a while, even though by my standards I have been quite disciplined with my recovery. Mentally I am not yet back at the stage where I want to be pushing myself too much when running; I am very much in 'running' mode rather than 'training' mode. I know I need the break though and it is not something I am particularly concerned with right now - I even debated not running the half marathon I had entered for this Sunday. I did find myself on the start line though, but with a fresh focus it felt a happy place to be...

MONDAY: a double session of strength work due to work commitments later in the week, starting with Strength and Conditioning for Runners and ending with Body Pump. 

TUESDAY: I lacked a bit of desire to run today plus had a slightly sore quad muscle (probably from too much strength work!) so kept it short and steady, logging 4 early miles at around 8 min/mile pace.

WEDNESDAY: my quad was still a little tight, so I opted for an easy 5 mile run just to try loosen it off, which actually seemed to help. 

THURSDAY: I felt like a little more of a challenge today, but did not think I could rely on my own motivation to push the pace. Instead I included some hills in my 4 mile route - nature's way of testing myself! Body Pump class in the evening. 

FRIDAY: Rest Day

SATURDAY: it was parkrun's birthday today - 14 years since the event started at Bushy Park (which I am determined I will go and run one day!) It was grey, wet and miserable in Lincoln and probably more remarkable in these conditions is the fact that hundreds of people now chose to spend their Saturday morning running and volunteering every week at Lincoln parkrun - and indeed across the world! I could write paragraphs about the benefits of parkrun and even more about what it has added to my life, but I think this article sums it all up quite well - BBC News - it is so much more than just a run. Back to today's effort - the main positive was it felt a million times better than last week's return to action, however I still managed virtually the same time - 21:37. I am not 'training' in the week so not expecting to suddenly running sub 21 minute 5ks again, and that does not matter. The happiness I get from running with others and chatting to familiar and new faces each week overrides that. ​

This was the first full week of my 'real' life since landing back from Australia - back to reality you could say! My aim was to continue predominantly with easy paced running whilst focusing on reintroducing strength work into my exercise regime - after a period of about four weeks without any, I knew this would be enough of a challenge! 

MONDAY: I kick started my focus on resuming regular strength work with the latest block of the Strength and Conditioning for Runners session I attend. I loved being back, but I could certainly feel the short break I had taken from strength training - my legs were shaking at the end!

TUESDAY: despite it now being dark in the mornings and markedly cooler, I still had the urge this week to want to run early before work. Ignoring the summer heatwave, I have tended to run in the evenings, but it seems I may now have broken the habit! This morning was an easy 5 miles, I wanted no pressure on pace and unsurprisingly my body had bad DOMs from Monday's session! I made a tentative return to Body Pump in the evening - more pain!

WEDNESDAY: double DOMs meant for another easy paced 4.5 mile run.

THURSDAY: today was my birthday (27 on the 27th - I pretended that was a thing!) so started the day the best way I could think, with a sunrise run. After being disciplined and keeping my running very easy since the Sydney Marathon, I allowed myself a little treat today and pushed the pace with a 5 mile progression run. It still was not super speedy, but it was nice to challenge myself a little more. I went to Body Pump again in the evening which thankfully now was less of a shock to the system!

FRIDAY: Rest Day

SATURDAY: my love of parkrun meant I was excited to be running my home Lincoln event for the first time since my Australian adventure. I knew it was going to be hard work; it would be my first real speed test post marathon, combined with the fact my legs were still not feeling back to normal yet. My sister and her boyfriend were visiting and I was more optimistic about their chances of running good times than caring about what I could do!

For someone who openly suffers from the 'post marathon blues', the week following a marathon can often be as challenging as the run itself, and this time I had given myself the double whammy of also facing the end of my Australian adventure. Surely I was setting myself up for misery? However, I am pleased to report that even though this week has been an absolute whirlwind at times with a lot of travelling and emotion, I am sat here now feeling happy, relaxed and positive. My time in Australia and the Sydney Marathon itself was perfect, and whilst this sentence sounds awfully cliche and cheesy, the break and spending time with my best friend feels like it has somehow ignited something inside me, a spark that was threatening to fade before I left. 

Running wise this week has been a good week - and not because I have logged lots of miles! Those that know me and/or read my blogs will tell you that I am notoriously rubbish at rest, and my attitude to recovery is very much I know what I should be doing, but do not actually follow it! This time I have promised myself it will be different. I have tested myself this year, 3 marathons means I have almost been in a state of permanent marathon training since January, on top of all the other races I have completed in between. My body and mind have shown a new strength, but I am certainly not unbreakable. It will be hard at times, but this week has actually been welcomed and relatively easy to adhere to my own recovery goals...

MONDAY: Rest Day - the day after Sydney Marathon. It was instantly apparent my quads had born the brunt of the marathon stress as soon as I crossed the finish line on Sunday, and they were no better today. I was quite a comical site struggling around Sydney. Steps were completed one at a time with a kind of sideways action seeming less painful, and my left quad seemed to add the element of surprise by almost buckling from beneath me at random times as I was walking. It was an interesting final day in Australia!

TUESDAY: Rest Day - today began my mammoth journey back to Lincoln. Together with the emotion of having to leave Australia and saying goodbye to my best friend, I also had to manage my legs on the long haul flight ahead of me. I was on a plane for 25+ hours, and after the first journey to Hong Kong I was not moving great at all. However, I am not sure how or why, but when I got off the second plane at Gatwick airport in the early hours of Wednesday morning thankfully my legs seemed markedly improved. 

WEDNESDAY: Rest Day - after travelling through endless time zones in the air, I still had more travelling to endure on the train to make it back to Lincoln. When I finally arrived at my front door I was feeling tired and bedraggled and there never was a moment I even considered a run!

The blog is back – after three incredibly special weeks in Australia, I find myself once again at my laptop at home in Lincoln. It was hard to leave such a spectacular country, I loved it there, and saying goodbye to my best friend was equally as difficult, our parting embrace reducing me to tears as I really did not want to let her go. It was the trip of a lifetime for me, perfect in every way, and I ended the three weeks in the only manner I know how; the Sydney Marathon. This proved to be the absolute pinnacle of my Aussie adventure…
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If I was to blog about my entire three weeks ‘down under’ this would probably turn into an essay – so I won’t. However, prior to the marathon I had already had an incredible time in Australia, running around Sydney’s streets, exploring National Parks whilst chasing waterfalls, walking in the Blue Mountains, swimming with whales in the Pacific Ocean, meeting wild Kangaroos and getting close to Koalas, celebrating my 100th parkrun, completing endless breath-taking coastal walks… the list could go on. I had experienced so much and felt a freedom and happiness which I had not known for a long time. On top of this I was with my best friend, what else could I really ask for…

A marathon – the Sydney Marathon is what I asked to be added to that list. When entering the race many months ago it was always intended to be an experience rather than a race. With two marathons already under my belt for 2018 I did not need to run another 26.2 miles, but I wanted to. How could I turn down this chance? My time in Australia leading up to race day emphasises my relaxed approach to the race; I did everything I wanted to do, no fears of saving my legs for running or preserving energy levels, I must have walked miles and eaten a lot of Aussie chocolate! My days leading up to a marathon are usually consumed by race thoughts, however this time I was completely relaxed and had no pressure on myself to meet any goal – it felt quite liberating.

My training for this marathon had been challenging at times; at the onset I said I would not push myself as hard for this block, however I found myself doing so – I think it is in my nature. I was also tested by the scorching heat of the British summer, with early morning alarms getting me out on the streets for 5.30am before work and 20 milers logged carrying litres of water on my back just to survive. Aspects of my personal life also had an impact, as I have openly documented. At times I have felt emotionally drained, hurt and as a result just not myself. Training has helped me cope with this, and I have used the emotional pain to push myself harder, which is a response I would actually utilise in Sydney too…

The day before the marathon was an absolute scorcher, 30 degrees and almost too hot to do anything. I was starting to think my seeming fate of running marathons in heat would be continuing ‘down under’. Thankfully this was not the case, and on race day I woke to a cool and gusty morning, with highs of 15 degrees forecasted, which probably felt very cold to native Aussies! My best friend was also running the marathon and her partner the half marathon; he was due to start at 6am and us at 7am. This had meant a rather ridiculous alarm of 4am in order to eat and travel to the start, which luckily for us was only a short walk from my friend’s apartment. The race begins just underneath the Harbour Bridge and as we arrived at the start it was certainly apparent it was a fresh morning – even I was cold! The strong wind meant we had to seek shelter after waving off the half marathon runners, however I was happy with the conditions, very happy in fact, and by now I was just eager to get running.

Although I was putting no pressure on myself, I also respect the marathon distance and I knew I still needed to run with discipline. My friend would be quicker than me so I did not want to try keep up with her and then suffer for large parts of the race later on. We opted instead to run over the Harbour Bridge together and then begin our own races. As the start gun fired we wound our way up and on to the bridge; it was surreal as hundreds of runners ebbed their way across the endless archway, with the sun gently rising in the sky. I had a huge smile on my face, I loved the race already and I was not even a mile in. Leaving the bridge, my friend and I then parted, and I started my own race…

The first five miles absolutely flew by; I nearly did a double take on my watch when I saw the distance I had achieved already. I was just so busy taking it all in and enjoying the moment. I had passed a fellow runner wearing an Ipswich Town Football Club shirt, my football team and birth town, and had shared a few words with him about how poor our team is currently doing – I certainly did not expect that to happen during the Sydney Marathon! More significantly, I had also passed the 3:45 pacer, not intentionally, but I had caught them up and then found they were just not running to my rhythm. I also dislike the pressure clinging onto a pacer adds to a race, so was happy to lose the group. I fully expected the pacer to catch me up later on, but that thought did not really bother me at the time.
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A large chunk of the marathon course is completed in Sydney’s Centennial Park, with a few miles looped around its circumference. It was by no means horrendous, but I was pleased when we left and headed back to the main city as it gave me knowledge I had some good miles in the bag. The remainder of the course is set in central Sydney and it is not the flattest - my quads were telling me that! I feel I can be quite strong running on hills though, and whilst my legs hurt, I coped with the challenges. I could not quite believe the pace I was still holding at this point though, I felt good and with each mile that passed I thought ‘I can do a few more of this’ rather than starting to struggle. 15 miles passed, then 18, and before I knew it 20 miles were approaching.

​‘What’s your next race then Alice?’ That infamous question has been cropping up again recently, but I do not think many people expect the answer I give. ‘Sydney Marathon’ I reply, as if it were a straightforward, logical response. Reactions range from shock, disbelief to pure excitement. Sydney Marathon is about three weeks away and I fly to Australia tomorrow – yet the news is still a surprise to many. I have not kept my trip to Australia purposely quiet, but it has just felt rather indulgent. Travelling to Australia was something I never thought I would do in my life, let alone run a race ‘down under’. As a child, a trip to the other side of the world was something I imagined only certain people were able to achieve, and now I am getting to do it. It is surreal.
 
The biggest motivation for my Australia trip is not just the marathon though, and maybe that’s why I have not shouted about the 26.2 mile race I have entered as much either. My trip is focused around visiting my best friend, who moved to Sydney nearly 3 years ago (you can enjoy some of our random mixture of memories on the leaving card I gave her - see image!) Even though it has been a few years since my friend left the UK, I still miss her a lot, and to finally be able to spend quality time with her and experience her Australian life will be really special – the marathon is the cliché cherry on top.
 
Sydney Marathon will hopefully be my 8th marathon – a fact I personally find quite hard to believe even though I have ran them all! I have trained hard so far, but without any pressure - there is a difference. I like to push myself, work hard and be disciplined – that’s just me. However, for Sydney Marathon I have no goals for the race other than to finish and relish the entire experience. So, whilst I have tested myself in training, especially during this hot summer, I do not want to start Sydney Marathon with any weight of expectation on my shoulders. When I land ‘down under’ I will also have around two and half weeks in Australia before race day on Sunday 16th September. I want to enjoy these days and not worry about being in strict marathon prep mode the entire time. My friend and I have some exciting adventures planned already and making memories matters more to me than what time I can run 26.2 miles in.

My final week in the UK before I start my rather lengthy trip to the other side of the world. Whilst 23 hours on a plane does not appeal to me at all, the end destination very much does. It is similar to marathon training I guess, I cannot expect to turn up and run a marathon without investing the time into training beforehand. So, as much as I have wanted this week to pass by very quickly, I have still had to remain focused on the processes required to get there.

MONDAY: Rest Day - after Sunday's 22 miler, which I think was one of the hardest training runs I have completed throughout my various marathon training cycles, today I did not feel good - there is no other way to put it! I woke feeling so tired, almost delirious, and I could barely make coherent sentences - it was almost like being drunk! Thankfully I had the day off work, so I took things very easy and allowed myself some rest.

TUESDAY: yesterday's recovery really paid dividends and I woke today raring to attack intervals. I had 8 miles to run, with 5 x 1 mile reps and 400m recoveries. Mile reps can be tough, but I felt focused to tackle them and to try and maintain consistency and a strong running rhythm. My splits were pleasing logging at 7.18, 7.25, 7.36, 7.24 and 7.23 min/mile respectively, although you can see which mile landed predominantly on a slight uphill section!

WEDNESDAY: my quads troubled me a little on this morning's run, which was an easy paced 9 miles. I have been experiencing waves of tightness in my quadriceps just above the knee, it is not painful but just makes strides feel a little unnatural at times. Despite some strange sensations in my muscles, my 'easy pace' felt good today at an 8.20 min/mile average, and I seemed to grow into the run with the last 7 miles all logging at sub 8.20 min/mile pace without it feeling any extra exertion. 

THURSDAY: my plan asked for some 'marathon paced' miles today - what is my marathon pace?! I am not really sure yet! So, as you can imagine this run was a little off plan! I ran a 7 mile tempo run still, but my splits were definitely not what I am capable of running 26.2 miles in (hopefully/maybe one day!) and were predominantly sub 8 min/mile pace. Body Pump in the evening. 

FRIDAY: Rest Day

This week seems to have passed by in a little bit of a blur! Runs have been successfully ticked off the plan though, I feel more content in myself, and the excitement is building for my trip to Australia, with take off in just over a week!
 
MONDAY: following Newark Half Marathon on Sunday I had a rest day today. I was also participating in a research study that required rest from exercise which may also have influenced my choice – I will not pretend it was solely my decision!
 
TUESDAY: a hard interval run, which simply felt cruel on my legs. I am still running early morning despite it being less of a heatwave now, but I just seem to be into the routine of waking up and simultaneously lacing up! I think the reason why this run felt so cruel was the amount of reps – 15 x 400m with 200m recoveries, over an 8 mile distance. The repeated stop/start nature of demanding speed from my legs over and over again tired me, and it showed in my rep splits. I started well with 7-7.15 min/mile splits, then had a bit of a slump in the middle when things felt tough, however was able to gather myself and my pace again toward the end. Physically and mentally tough runs hurt at the time, but they feel extra rewarding when you finish. Body Pump class in the evening.
 
WEDNESDAY: today’s run was hard again, but not really due to the demands of my plan. I headed out for 10 easy paced miles, but my legs just felt so empty and almost unstable. I knew I wanted to play safe, so I cut the miles slightly shorter to complete an 8 mile loop and just focused on getting home in one piece. My ‘easy’ pace was acceptable, averaging 8.27 min/mile, but the unease in my legs meant it felt a run to tick off rather than enjoy. I was proud of myself for not pushing things though, you have to listen to your body at times, and it takes discipline to do that as much as to run.
 
THURSDAY: waking up to rain lashing against my window, my eagerness to get out running early was tested slightly! I rolled over in bed at first, but my mind wouldn’t settle back to sleep – I wanted to run. Braving the rainfall (see image), I ran 9 alternating miles; 1 mile easier pace, 1 mile harder pace. My legs felt much better than on yesterday’s run, although I did have some on and off quad tightness at times which felt a little strange. I was happy with my splits though, particularly with my consistency after the first couple of miles, logging 8.39, 8.03, 8.19, 7.33, 8.17, 7.33, 8.03, 7.28, and 8.10 min/mile respectively. Body Pump in the evening.
 
FRIDAY: Rest Day

SATURDAY: after going sub 21 minutes at Lincoln parkun last week, I really wanted to try keep some consistency today. I felt I ran well and I was humbled as ever by the little cheers and encouragements the volunteer marshals gave me throughout – it is such a boost and always brings a smile to my sometimes grimacing face! I ran into the finish funnel and felt a little disappointed to read a time of just over 21 minutes on my watch, not because this is a bad time, but because the run simply felt that little bit quicker. Chatting to runners after my time was soon forgotten though, and I was actually more pleased my legs felt strong after a few wobbles in the week. However, later in the day my official time came through as 20:58 – I was very happy! You can sense your runs sometimes, I knew I felt good today.
 
SUNDAY: ​the big run - 22 miles. Running this distance is tough enough, but circumstances meant I was making this run even more of a challenge for myself. I had work at 11am, meaning I needed to be out running by roughly 6am to have a bit of breathing space.  I usually eat two hours before a long run, but I could not face a 4am alarm, or trying to force food down at that time of the morning. Instead I tried to eat high-carb meals throughout Saturday to fuel my body, and I downed a bottle of Lucozade pre-run and stuffed my Camelbak with as much energy as possible to take during the run. It was not ideal I knew it, but I would just have to cope with it. Although a grey day it was muggy out; my CamelBak annoyed me for the first time, it felt sticky against my back and like I was carrying an extra weight of water I did not really need. The first 10 miles were average, a blustery wind keeping my pace steady, and I took energy on early to try and avoid a total crash. From 10 miles onward though my legs progressively just ground to an almost halt; my quads felt tight and stiff, and steps seemed hard work. At 18 miles I sat down on a nearby tree stump to take on another gel to try give my body a boost, and if it had not been for the fact I was so exhausted I think I would have cried. My legs just hurt so much it was hard to imagine running again! I had to though, not just because I wanted to make 22 miles, but I actually had no other way of getting back other than walking, which would have made me late for work. I restarted my legs somehow and with determination ground out the final miles - pace meant nothing now. I made it home with 22 miles banked, and proceeded to literally collapse onto my hall floor, legs buzzing in utter protest at what I had just made them complete. In that moment I cannot say I felt great, but I did feel proud I had stuck at it. My average pace was 8.50 min/mile - not amazing, but not a disaster either given the circumstances. I am never attempting to run a virtually fasted 22 miler again, but I did make it to work on time! 

For the first time since before April this year I stood at the start of a race under damp, cool, grey skies with goosepimpled skin. I have nearly become accustomed to race days involving dodgy tan lines, 20 plus degree heats and pouring copious amounts of water over my head in order to survive. This almost felt new! The Newark Half Marathon was not a new event for me though, I had taken part last year when I had used it as more of a training run in the lead up to Berlin Marathon. I had entered Newark Half Marathon again this year as part of my Sydney Marathon training, but this time I wanted to race. The weather conditions meant I felt I could test myself properly, and after weeks of logging solo long runs, I was also ready for a different challenge.
 
The race started at Sconce Park, but in slight difference to last year, the organisers had moved the startline a little further back to limit the length of the grass finish at the end. This pleased me; organisers acting on runner feedback, and overall, I was really impressed with the friendly but efficient organisation of the whole event. I found myself quit near the startline with people seeming a little reluctant to be bold with their finish time aims. I guess this is actually quite refreshing as we all know too often people can place themselves quite obviously in wrong start pens. This meant as the start signal was given I was soon racing off the line, and racing I most certainly was.
 
I strode from the start, checking instantly into my running form; I have been focusing a lot recently on my arm action and I wanted this to be strong from the start. The first couple of miles passed by very quickly and the course soon left Newark, leading out to a village called Hawton and then heading over the A46 and onto more rural roads. I remembered from last year that the first half of the course was very long and straight, with many miles logged on the same couple of roads. Last year I found this a little demoralising, but this time the course seemed to compliment my running. The long stretches of open road meant my stride was unbroken and my running pace remained consistent, I was in the zone you could say. This first half of the course also featured a few longer, drawn out hills, some more obvious than others until you began to climb them. I found myself driving confidently up these challenges, even against the moderate breeze which was blowing into my face. I was picking off runners on the ascents and striding out of the decents unaffected. Things felt good and my pace was around 7.30 min/mile pace or just below. I kept a mantra in my head, setting myself the goal of completing just a few more miles at this pace, then asking myself to dig in for a few more.
 
After passing the half way point the course turned onto some smaller rural lanes. I had a brief moment of struggle here. The wind vanished and suddenly the day no longer felt cool, but in fact quite muggy and intense. Thankfully a water station appeared and I dowsed myself with water, took on some energy and refocused my mind. It was around this point I realised that since probably the first mile I had not seen another female runner either in the distance or had anyone take over me. I am not really sure what this told me, it was just an observation at this point! However, between miles 8 and 9 a marshal informed me I was 10th female. 10th! I could not believe it and I was even more determined not to drop pace now.

Whilst my position in the race pleased me, what felt even more satisfying was how I was physically feeling. I was not looking at my watch religiously as I could sense my running was consistent still; my stride was powerful, whenever my arm action began to tire I immediately felt it and regained my form, and most importantly I was enjoying my running.

Hitting ten miles I told myself just three more miles to tick off and passing through Hawton village again and re-joining the same roads the race started on, it really felt like I was on the final stretch. Perhaps the only disappointment I have from my performance was when I passed 12 miles; mentally I wanted to push for that final mile, but physically my legs did not have a mile-long kick left in them. I tried, but they were unwilling. This final mile therefore felt probably the longest of all, as for the first time I was not running as I wanted.

As I neared the final turn to re-enter Sconce Park, a male runner caught me up and ran by my side. ‘Just the grass to beat’ – he said, ‘We can do it’ I confidently replied. The grass finish was still hard, even though I was very grateful it was considerably shorter than last year. My new friend urged us on - ‘Come on sub 1:40, we can do it’, again my reply was confident ‘We can beat 1.40 easily, come on!’ Sprinting on grass does not feel like sprinting, it is energy sapping and definitely not smooth, but my new friend and I powered as fast as possible toward the finish arch and crossed the line almost exactly together. My time was 1:38:23 – I turned, smiled, and shook the hand of my finish partner ‘sub 1:40’ I simply beamed.
 
My finish time was not a PB, although is my second quickest half marathon time to date, but it felt such an achievement. I think I felt more pride from how good I felt running and how much I enjoyed the whole race. I was very happy to place 10th female too, a simple bonus. The Newark Half Marathon is a race I think I may be growing to love…  ​

​This week has been one of my most satisfying and enjoyable running weeks for a long time. I have loved all the runs I have logged and also produced some very pleasing performances. Away from running, ongoing personal life problems came to a bit of a head, and although I was very tempted just to pretend nothing had been going on in this blog, the emotion these events gave me actually fuelled some of my running. So, whilst not the most joyful thing to be recounting or probably reading, it is relevant.

MONDAY: Body Pump class 

TUESDAY: this week’s plan looked a little gentler (if that word can be used during marathon training!) with 6 miles of fartlek today’s interval type run. I wanted to use this week to give my body a bit of a chance to recover and reset, so quite welcomed the break from running sets and reps both physically and mentally. Instead I opted to use the environment around me to add the challenge, throwing in some longer hills I usually tend to avoid during speedwork, then ending with faster 7.40 min/mile splits. I loved the run because I felt free, quite apt as the word fartlek literally means ‘speed play.’

WEDNESDAY: an easy paced 6 miles which seemed joyfully comfortable at around 8 min/mile pace. Even though it was cooler today and I had no evening commitments, I still woke with a 5.30am alarm to run – I now seem to simply be in the habit!
 
THURSDAY: today’s planned 7 mile progression run had the chance to ruin my week of happy running; it is not my favourite type of training run simply because you have to be so pace orientated. However, during this run my mind and body felt disciplined to succeed and I logged perfect splits - and by perfect I mean not killing myself with the first split being much too fast - of 8.43, 8.20, 8.16, 8.04, 7.58, 7.39, and 7.15 min/mile respectively. Body Pump in the evening.
 
FRIDAY: Rest Day – changes in my personal life really upset me today. I had been trying to bury the emotion all week, but arriving home Friday night I sat on my sofa and simply cried like a child. It was hard, but what is relevant to running is what brought me out of my sobbing state was the fact it was parkrun tomorrow. I looked at my puffy face and mascara strewn cheeks in the mirror and thought I needed to pull myself together if I wanted to run well in the morning. Running is powerful to my life like that.
 
SATURDAY: I will admit, waking today I still felt a little emotionally drained and my eyes seemed swollen and sleepy. I felt determined to really believe in myself today though and I wanted to channel some emotion positively. Arriving at Lincoln parkrun, which I have long called my happy place, I felt at home and content instantly; now to see if my legs would agree with me! 

Spurred on by enthusiastic marshal and volunteer support, I logged two strong laps, both sub 7 min/mile pace, and knew I just needed to hold on during the last lap and I may meet my aim of going below 21 minutes again. My legs were trying to give up on me, but as a fellow female runner overtook me I resolved to try keep up with her. I remained in her shadow until the final 100 metres when I sprinted as if fresh out the blocks to dip into the funnel first – my time 20:56 (see image). I was gasping for air, hands on my knees in the finish funnel, and turned my head to see my new runner friend in the exact same position. We exchanged a smile as if to say – why do we do this?! – then I extended my hand to her for a handshake, which seems to be the ending to nearly all my parkruns of late. This is why I love parkrun though – most people around me I do not know on the start line, but by the end we are friends.

​SUNDAY: again, I woke today with the week’s personal events mulling over and over again in my mind – I was in quite a sombre mood. It was Newark Half Marathon today though, which I had been really looking forward to as a break from logging long slow 20 mile runs, and the race now felt doubly good timing for me. Conditions were grey and rainy, but I was actually pleased with this; it would be my first event not held in 20+ degree heat since before April. I knew I wanted to really race, and I did. I channelled all my emotional pain into physical pain, pushing my body to keep going. I felt strong, in control, maintained positive running form and most importantly loved every single one of the 13.1 miles I completed. I crossed the line in 1:38:23 and as 10th female – not a PB, but it felt like it (see image). Full blog to follow soon. ​

A challenging and sometimes frustrating week both in running and for some personal reasons. However, I have kept going, which I think is the mentality I possess - it takes a lot for me to give up on anything in life, especially things I care about. It is also virtually three weeks until I fly to Australia now; I cannot wait to see my friend and the marathon at the end seems a huge bonus, and this just gives me even more motivation. 

MONDAY: a morning Body Pump session the day after running a 20 miler was probably not my greatest idea - I just felt so tired! I had the day off work though, and with it being a running 'rest day' and having evening commitments, it seemed like a logical decision - my logic can openly be questioned at times though! 

TUESDAY: on a slightly cooler morning I actually really enjoyed an interval run, and without the intensity of the suffocating heat, I felt I could run a lot more naturally. I completed 7 miles with 8 x 800m reps and 200m recoveries, with splits predominantly between 7.20 and 7.30 min/mile pace. Although I enjoyed the run, when I arrived home I made the mistake of comparing my splits to my spring marathon training, and I felt a little disappointed that I was a fair bit quicker in spring. My logic can once again be questioned here as so many variables can be apparent - however I know I am not quite as sharp/quick as I was earlier in the year at the moment, and sometimes that can frustrate me when I am training equally as hard. 

WEDNESDAY: another cooler morning and an opportunity to boost my confidence after yesterday's run. I ran 9 steady miles, and including a warm up mile, averaged a pleasing 8:09 min/mile pace, and simply just felt strong.

THURSDAY: a real sign of marathon training is when you look at your plan and think - 'oh, its only 5 miles today' - the word 'only' simply becomes abused! Despite a relatively shorter distance, I got out running early with temperatures rising back to 'very hot' status. My legs were simply dead though; the run was supposed to be a marathon paced effort, but I just focused on gently getting round. Even taking it easy I was a sweaty mess at the end, and I think I have to remind myself just how demanding marathon training is, especially in this year's heat. Body Pump class in the evening. 

FRIDAY: Rest Day

The breaking news from this week is that it actually rained! Of course, Mother Nature decided it would be good timing for the skies to open on Sunday when I had 20 miles planned..! Prior to this, the heat has continued to be a challenge, and 5:30am morning alarms have remained a necessity. 

MONDAY: this evening was the last session of the current block of Strength and Conditioning for Runners sessions I have been attending. I have really enjoyed the past weeks, not only do I feel I have progressed my running technique, but I have also relished being part of another developing community of runners. This final week we completed some timed runs using uphill and downhill gradients, as well as timed laps to measure our progress against week one. We also finished with a fun team relay challenge, which really emphasised the camaraderie which has built between us all. 

TUESDAY: an early interval run of 7 miles with 6 x 1000m reps and 200m recovery periods. Even getting out just before 6am the temperature was already at 18 degrees. Needless to say it was tough at times, but I was determined to push as hard as possible. I could feel the effects of last night's Strength and Conditioning session in my legs, which had been completed at pretty much maximal effort, and by the end I really was hanging on in there! My splits were good though in the conditions; 7.46, 7.31, 7.26, 7.26, 7.28 and 7.32 min/mile respectively. Body Pump class in the evening.

WEDNESDAY: today started with an easy paced 10 miler - I would like to say I chose to keep the pace 'easy' but in reality my legs had absolutely no energy and I do not think I really had much option other than to plod round! I think the past few days had accumulated in my limbs, and I also do not think I had really fuelled enough.

THURSDAY: 7 miles with alternating paces; 1 mile easier, followed by 1 mile faster. I usually aim to keep about a minutes difference between the two paces on these type of runs, however this was a little more of a challenge given the warmth of the morning. I was not far from this target though and sometimes you just have to adapt and be realistic in the conditions. Body Pump in evening.

FRIDAY: Rest Day

SATURDAY: Friday was a little bit 'off plan' for me. Generously given the afternoon off work by our employer, I went out for some pizza with my colleagues, which then ended up leading to some 'quiet' drinks, which then ended up with me pulling out some of my questionable dance moves until the early hours. I had not planned this evening at all, but in the moment I felt like I wanted bit of an escape to be honest. With this in mind, I did not feel my sharpest for Lincoln parkrun today! Thankfully the temperature had cooled a lot, else I think I would have massively struggled, and I managed to respectively finish in 21:17. 

SUNDAY: waking up to rain lashing on my window and a swirling wind I will admit running 20 miles was not appealing. I was running on my own too, which meant I knew I would have to draw on some real mental strength to get the miles logged. I procrastinated for longer than I have done in past weeks, where I have been eager to get out before the heat built, and found myself staring out my kitchen window wishing it would clear up a bit and that I had my friend to run with. Wishing gets you nowhere though, so I headed out the door and ran. The first 10 miles were relatively ok; the wind battered me at times, but the rain was actually quite refreshing. From 10 miles onward though my legs got a bit twangy and tight in odd spots, which held me back a bit. After 15 miles I could then feel the energy draining from my legs. Hitting 16 miles I stopped, took on a gel and sent a message to my sister saying '4 miles to go - but my legs are gone'. Her reply of  'go, go, go' was what I needed - just 'go' Alice, no point thinking about it, just do it! Unfortunately as I turned to complete the final 4 mile stretch I was hit with a massive headwind which would persist until I arrived home. My pace and legs suffered in this, but I kept 'going'. Even when a huge fallen tree blocked my path (see image), there was no way I was turning back, and instead I completed a slightly precarious assault of its fallen branches. I hit 20 miles - the run was a mental and physical challenge at times, but that sense of knowing you did it never gets tiring. ​

'You are so brown Alice - have you been on holiday?' - was the question I was asked this week. 'Its running!' I replied. Summer marathon training is certainly leaving me with golden limbs and dubious tan lines. So, the warm weather continues, and I think it has now been a month since the last time I contemplated an evening run. The good news is that this week I have felt far less shattered; the bad news is that  certain non running aspects of life have left me feeling frustrated and at a bit of a loss at times - but I have channelled this energy into my running. Running is usually my answer to most things..!

MONDAY: Strength and Conditioning for Runners session, followed by a Body Pump class

TUESDAY: early morning intervals - although this run felt less like an interval run, with fewer, longer reps, and lengthier recovery periods. I ran 7 miles with 4 x 1 mile intervals and 400m recovery periods. I aimed for my mile reps to be as close to the lower end of the 7 min/mile pace bracket as possible, and was pleased with 7.38, 7.22, 7.17 and 7.21 min/mile splits - I always seem to take one rep to warm up in the mornings even when it is hot! 

WEDNESDAY: this morning felt like a conventional British summer, it was still warm, but no where near the intensity of late. I had 7 easy miles to run, and in much kinder conditions I found that running actually felt a lot easier than past weeks (not sure why I was surprised by this!) My pace suggested I found things more comfortable too, with an 8.08 min/mile average compared to past weeks when I have been more towards 8.30 min/mile for easy runs. 

THURSDAY: another early, easy paced run. The weather was still on the kinder side of hot, but I reined in my pace a little this time to give my legs some gentle miles, completing 10 miles with an 8.22 min/mile average. Body Pump class in the evening. 

FRIDAY: Rest Day

SATURDAY: after a week with no parkrun I was very happy to be heading back to my home Lincoln event this morning. I always call it 'my happy place', and standing chatting to friends in the sun (which was already burning my skin!) I am always reminded why. It was hot, but as I ran I felt the best I had at Lincoln parkrun in a good few weeks. I seemed so much more in control, and it actually took a while for this fact to fully dawn on me. It was as I entered the third and final lap that the thought really struck me - my legs feel strong still! So I pushed on this last lap, where in past weeks I have struggled around the final loop, and I finished in 21:07, my best Lincoln time for a while. A male runner crossed the line just behind me and thanked me for pacing him to a new PB - I had no idea I actually was acting as a pacer, but I was pleased to help someone and little things like this make me love the Lincoln parkrun community even more.

SUNDAY: today I was running solo again for my long run, which is not my favourite thing to do, but across the past few weeks I have had to get more accustomed to it. My plan was for 16 miles with the first half slower and the second half quicker. Usually I tend to ignore this on a long run and just get my miles logged at a consistent pace, however today as I was running on my own I thought I would attempt something. I did not have the confidence to try running half the distance quicker, but I thought I would assess my body towards the end and see if I could manage at least a fast finish. I felt strong throughout the run; there was no fade or struggle trying to force its way into my body, and as my route turned to head for home I decided to give the final 4 miles a push and see what was really left. My tank was definitely not empty, and my final 3 miles in particular were most pleasing with 8.20, 8.15 and 8.16 min/mile pace splits. This run gave me a real confidence boost; long runs have been a struggle of late in the heat and despite working hard, I was not really sure where my training was at - today helped push out some doubts. ​

Two things have been the feature of this week - heat (still) and tiredness. The warm weather rages on, although thankfully there have been a couple of slightly less intense days this week. My overall tiredness has been prominent though; some days I have literally felt like a zombie whilst walking to work in the mornings! I think my tiredness is an accumulation of many things; my general increase in marathon training, having to work harder running in the heat, my early alarms to try beat the heat, and the fact outside of running my job has also been very busy of late - which all just builds eventually! 

MONDAY: Strength and Conditioning for Runners session, followed by a Body Pump class.

TUESDAY: 5.5 miles of early intervals on a slightly cooler but muggy morning. I felt I ran better in terms of my form and pacing and had the same sets to complete - 16 x 200m with 200m recoveries - as last week. Although I felt my running had improved on last week, my paces were on average slightly slower for most of the intervals, which did surprise me a bit. However, I was satisfied with the fact it felt a lot better at least!

WEDNESDAY: an easy paced 10 miles, averaging 8:29 min/mile pace. I ran very early today, and it was comfortably cooler - this does help make the early alarms feel worthwhile! 

THURSDAY: I was really tired today, and found myself splashing cold water on my eyes to attempt to try wake myself up before I headed out the door for more early miles. I had the same tempo run as last week to complete; 7 miles with the middle 5 miles at half marathon pace. At first I was slow to get going, unsurprising really considering I did not really feel awake! Eventually I got into my rhythm though and logged pleasing splits of 8.52, 7.55, 7.36, 7.31, 7.39, 7.31, 8.05 min/mile respectively. Body Pump class in the evening.

​FRIDAY: Rest Day