Still going strong
A little emotional to see the family
The medal I'd been waiting for
...and the tears came
Monday 18 April 2011
Marathon Day - 17/4/2011
A 6am alarm call started the day, and while I got ready, hubby made me a big dish of porridge.
I was so grateful that he came with me on the train as I wasn't in any fit state to negotiate a route.
There was a real spirit of camaraderie on the trains; we sat opposite an experienced marathon runner who offered plenty of good advice.
A points signal failure at Greenwich meant that we all had to disembark a stop early and walk 25 minutes to the red start...not the most relaxing start to the day.
I waved goodbye to hubby at the station, knowing that the next time I saw him would be at mile 15.
I found a shady spot under a tree in Greenwich, smothered my feet in Vaseline and took my kit bag to the lorry. As I was walking away a friendly voice said 'Hello, Jas'...it was Lorraine, a fellow Asthma UK runner, who told me she has been reading my blog. We chatted for a few minutes, and it was good meet her, and to know that someone else felt as nervous as me!
I headed for the queue for the loos, and got chatting to Vicki, a children's nurse. We were both in red pen 9, and headed to the start line together. Everyone was so friendly - we were all wishing each other well - and before I knew it the race had started and we were surging towards the start line.
It took twenty five minutes to get across the line, but the chip on your shoe records the exact time that you start, and also tracks you through the race.
I have known since my injury that I would have to employ a run/walk strategy to get me round, so I had a number of best (and worst) case scenarios planned for the day. They were:
1) Run 4 minutes, walk 1 minute - finish in about 5hrs 30 mins
2) Run/walk at whatever ratio was necessary to get round, and make it to the finish
3) Run/walk/crawl to the end, no matter what the time
4) Drop out at some point...I'd have given it my best shot, and should be proud of myself for giving it a go
I was prepared to settle for 1,2 or 3, but would have been devastated to resort to 4.
The first 6 miles went pretty much to plan - I was keeping a slow, steady pace. I was running for four minutes and power walking for one, but the heat was rising fast and my breathing was beginning to suffer.
When I first began training, I would struggle for breath almost immediately, but that gradually got better as I got fitter. In London, a combination of the heat and the air quality seemed to put me back to square one, and by mile 7 I went to option 2.
I scaled down the running and ran for 3 minutes then power walked for 2, but I was very conscious that my breathing was laboured. I had my inhaler with me, but need it so rarely now that the sudden steroid hit gives me the shakes, so I was reticent to use it.
I know everyone says it, but the crowds really are amazing. People constantly call out your name, children hold out their hands to touch you, and there are people giving out handfuls of sweets. There are bands along the way, folk on their balconies with microphones giving impromptu commentaries, and - even better - people with hosepipes to shower us down.
A few times along the first half of the route we passed churches and were sprinkled with holy water. That was a bit of an unexpected experience!
Somewhere along mile 12 I turned a corner, and suddenly we were on Tower Bridge. It's such an iconic part of the course, and I wanted to remember every step of it. Looking up at the turrets was amazing; the sheer emotion very literally took my breath away, and I had to fight to keep my composure.
As I was leaving the bridge, I caught sight of my family on the left hand side. Hubby said from the outset that he wanted to see me on Tower Bridge, but all the advice was to steer clear because it gets so busy. There was time for a quick hug before I started off again, but that unexpected meeting gave me renewed energy.
Things start to blur after this point, but I think it was before mile 13 that I trod on a discarded water bottle and it threw me off balance. Under normal circumstances it wouldn't matter, but I knew that the slight twisting of my left knee could cause problems further into the race. I had ibuprofen with me, and decided that the time had come to take them. Unfortunately my hands and fingers had become so swollen that I dropped them. Okay...don't panic.
Knowing that hubby and the crew were en-route to mile 15, I phoned to ask them to get tablets ready for me, but they were caught on the underground. They missed me at mile 15 by a whisker and went straight to mile 18.
Hubby offered to try to find me, but I begged him to stay put. I already knew how much I would need their support at mile 18, and the thought of not seeing them again until mile 24 was frightening.
I think this was one of my low points, and it must have shown on my face. A man in the crowd held his hand out, and I lifted mine to tag him. He grasped my hand hard and said 'Come on, Jas, you can do this. Don't give up!' I could barely thank him through the tears, but that single act of kindness spurred me on again.
Heading into Canary Wharf sent my Garmin into a tailspin as it kept losing the GPS signal amongst the tall buildings, but I tried to keep an even pace. I knew by this point that a five and a half hour finish was out of the question, but still hoped that under 6 was possible...but it was so hot (20 degrees) and my knee was fairly uncomfortable.
Seeing the family again at mile 18 was wonderful, but I was daunted by the thought of 8 miles left to go. My chest felt tight, and there seemed to be no oxygen in the air. I had dropped to two minutes running, three minutes power walking by this point just to try to keep my breathing regular, and was maintaining a steady pace.
I was only able to think mile at a time from this point in, but the crowd support remained phenomenal. Runners were helping each other along, and as I passed fellow runners I made sure I offered words of encouragement.
Mile 24 seemed to go on forever. I knew the family were there somewhere, but didn't know where. I think it was about 24.8 when I saw them, and they hugged me and promised I was nearly there.
The crowds were much bigger again along the embankment, and were really cheering loudly and shouting our names. I stayed close to the edge, as more people can see your name, and tried to clap and shout 'thank you' every time - it was a good distraction from my feet (which were on fire!) and worked like a ripple effect, so the next group along cheered for me, too.
Big Ben coming into view was the second time that emotions really caught me, and tears streamed down my face. A lovely lady came out of the crowd and hugged me, encouraging me on. People are so kind (and brave...I was a very sweaty and smelly by mile 25!).
Running was almost impossible from mile 23 on as my knee was so sore, but I kept pushing myself. A six hour finish was a distant dream, but rough calculations told me that I could just squeak in under 6 and a half hours if I pushed hard.
Turning past Buckingham Palace into the finishing straight was the best feeling in the world, and ignoring the knee pain, I ran down the Mall to the finish line.
The relief at reaching the end is indescribable.
My timing chip was removed for verification and a medal was hung round my neck. I cried again at that point...it was the moment that I had been looking forward to for months, and it had finally arrived.
I collected my goody bag and kit bag, and wished very much that I hadn't packed everything including the kitchen sink in there...it weighed a tonne, and I could hardly walk, let alone weight lift! I'd arranged to meet the family in the 'meet and greet' area in Horseguards Parade, but that seemed like 100 miles away. I phoned them (hurrah for mobiles!) and said I'd make my way up to the Asthma reception venue on Pall Mall, and they could meet me there.
They actually caught up with me just before I got there, and it was a very emotional reunion. As a reward for running and fundraising for Asthma UK, I got treated to a lovely hot shower followed by a much needed massage.
I can't thank my best friend enough for sorting out my towel and fresh clothes, undoing my shoe laces, removing my shoes and the plasters from my sore feet. Dedication above and beyond the call of duty!
The massage was wonderful. My calves were cramping up, and it really helped to relax them. Blister plasters applied, and slippers on, we headed - very slowly - to the station.
You may recall that the station right next to our hotel was closed for the weekend (d'oh!) so we had to catch a bus for the last part of the journey. We asked the driver if he was going to North Action, and he assured us he was. Half an hour in, we realised that we were nowhere near North Acton. 'You need to get off, cross over and catch the bus going the other way,' said the driver. 'That will take you to North Acton'.
We did as we were told - fortunately the bus going the opposite way had just pulled into the stop - and checked with the second driver. 'North Acton?'. 'Yes', he said. Can you guess what's coming...? We ended up back where we started. An exhausting hour wasted.
The bus we actually needed was at the terminus, and we checked four or five times that he really was going to North Acton, and twenty minutes later we were back at the hotel and climbing into the car. Hubby drove us home, and I was so glad to get back.
It had been a long day.
The low points? Seeing someone just ahead of me collapse at mile 6. She was the first many casualties I saw along the route. The heat was really taking it out of people. Also seeing people sat at the side of the roads with blood pouring from their feet, in pain and exhausted - their dreams dashed.
The high points? Seeing the family at Tower Bridge, and not just there, but all along the route. They did amazingly well to spot me three times, and it made all the difference. I also got round without using my inhaler, which I would have never dreamed possible six months ago. The sight of Big Ben and the finish line will stay with me forever, as will the weight of the medal around my neck. Priceless.
It was back in August that I applied for the place on the Asthma UK team, and was fortunate enough to get chosen.
Over the last eight months, my friends and family have helped me raise £2000, which will be used well by Asthma UK.
I always wanted to run the London Marathon, and on 17th April 2011 I did it, finishing in 6 hours, 29 minutes and 28 seconds.
Thank you for sharing the journey with me.
Jas x
I was so grateful that he came with me on the train as I wasn't in any fit state to negotiate a route.
There was a real spirit of camaraderie on the trains; we sat opposite an experienced marathon runner who offered plenty of good advice.
A points signal failure at Greenwich meant that we all had to disembark a stop early and walk 25 minutes to the red start...not the most relaxing start to the day.
I waved goodbye to hubby at the station, knowing that the next time I saw him would be at mile 15.
I found a shady spot under a tree in Greenwich, smothered my feet in Vaseline and took my kit bag to the lorry. As I was walking away a friendly voice said 'Hello, Jas'...it was Lorraine, a fellow Asthma UK runner, who told me she has been reading my blog. We chatted for a few minutes, and it was good meet her, and to know that someone else felt as nervous as me!
I headed for the queue for the loos, and got chatting to Vicki, a children's nurse. We were both in red pen 9, and headed to the start line together. Everyone was so friendly - we were all wishing each other well - and before I knew it the race had started and we were surging towards the start line.
It took twenty five minutes to get across the line, but the chip on your shoe records the exact time that you start, and also tracks you through the race.
I have known since my injury that I would have to employ a run/walk strategy to get me round, so I had a number of best (and worst) case scenarios planned for the day. They were:
1) Run 4 minutes, walk 1 minute - finish in about 5hrs 30 mins
2) Run/walk at whatever ratio was necessary to get round, and make it to the finish
3) Run/walk/crawl to the end, no matter what the time
4) Drop out at some point...I'd have given it my best shot, and should be proud of myself for giving it a go
I was prepared to settle for 1,2 or 3, but would have been devastated to resort to 4.
The first 6 miles went pretty much to plan - I was keeping a slow, steady pace. I was running for four minutes and power walking for one, but the heat was rising fast and my breathing was beginning to suffer.
When I first began training, I would struggle for breath almost immediately, but that gradually got better as I got fitter. In London, a combination of the heat and the air quality seemed to put me back to square one, and by mile 7 I went to option 2.
I scaled down the running and ran for 3 minutes then power walked for 2, but I was very conscious that my breathing was laboured. I had my inhaler with me, but need it so rarely now that the sudden steroid hit gives me the shakes, so I was reticent to use it.
I know everyone says it, but the crowds really are amazing. People constantly call out your name, children hold out their hands to touch you, and there are people giving out handfuls of sweets. There are bands along the way, folk on their balconies with microphones giving impromptu commentaries, and - even better - people with hosepipes to shower us down.
A few times along the first half of the route we passed churches and were sprinkled with holy water. That was a bit of an unexpected experience!
Somewhere along mile 12 I turned a corner, and suddenly we were on Tower Bridge. It's such an iconic part of the course, and I wanted to remember every step of it. Looking up at the turrets was amazing; the sheer emotion very literally took my breath away, and I had to fight to keep my composure.
As I was leaving the bridge, I caught sight of my family on the left hand side. Hubby said from the outset that he wanted to see me on Tower Bridge, but all the advice was to steer clear because it gets so busy. There was time for a quick hug before I started off again, but that unexpected meeting gave me renewed energy.
Things start to blur after this point, but I think it was before mile 13 that I trod on a discarded water bottle and it threw me off balance. Under normal circumstances it wouldn't matter, but I knew that the slight twisting of my left knee could cause problems further into the race. I had ibuprofen with me, and decided that the time had come to take them. Unfortunately my hands and fingers had become so swollen that I dropped them. Okay...don't panic.
Knowing that hubby and the crew were en-route to mile 15, I phoned to ask them to get tablets ready for me, but they were caught on the underground. They missed me at mile 15 by a whisker and went straight to mile 18.
Hubby offered to try to find me, but I begged him to stay put. I already knew how much I would need their support at mile 18, and the thought of not seeing them again until mile 24 was frightening.
I think this was one of my low points, and it must have shown on my face. A man in the crowd held his hand out, and I lifted mine to tag him. He grasped my hand hard and said 'Come on, Jas, you can do this. Don't give up!' I could barely thank him through the tears, but that single act of kindness spurred me on again.
Heading into Canary Wharf sent my Garmin into a tailspin as it kept losing the GPS signal amongst the tall buildings, but I tried to keep an even pace. I knew by this point that a five and a half hour finish was out of the question, but still hoped that under 6 was possible...but it was so hot (20 degrees) and my knee was fairly uncomfortable.
Seeing the family again at mile 18 was wonderful, but I was daunted by the thought of 8 miles left to go. My chest felt tight, and there seemed to be no oxygen in the air. I had dropped to two minutes running, three minutes power walking by this point just to try to keep my breathing regular, and was maintaining a steady pace.
I was only able to think mile at a time from this point in, but the crowd support remained phenomenal. Runners were helping each other along, and as I passed fellow runners I made sure I offered words of encouragement.
Mile 24 seemed to go on forever. I knew the family were there somewhere, but didn't know where. I think it was about 24.8 when I saw them, and they hugged me and promised I was nearly there.
The crowds were much bigger again along the embankment, and were really cheering loudly and shouting our names. I stayed close to the edge, as more people can see your name, and tried to clap and shout 'thank you' every time - it was a good distraction from my feet (which were on fire!) and worked like a ripple effect, so the next group along cheered for me, too.
Big Ben coming into view was the second time that emotions really caught me, and tears streamed down my face. A lovely lady came out of the crowd and hugged me, encouraging me on. People are so kind (and brave...I was a very sweaty and smelly by mile 25!).
Running was almost impossible from mile 23 on as my knee was so sore, but I kept pushing myself. A six hour finish was a distant dream, but rough calculations told me that I could just squeak in under 6 and a half hours if I pushed hard.
Turning past Buckingham Palace into the finishing straight was the best feeling in the world, and ignoring the knee pain, I ran down the Mall to the finish line.
The relief at reaching the end is indescribable.
My timing chip was removed for verification and a medal was hung round my neck. I cried again at that point...it was the moment that I had been looking forward to for months, and it had finally arrived.
I collected my goody bag and kit bag, and wished very much that I hadn't packed everything including the kitchen sink in there...it weighed a tonne, and I could hardly walk, let alone weight lift! I'd arranged to meet the family in the 'meet and greet' area in Horseguards Parade, but that seemed like 100 miles away. I phoned them (hurrah for mobiles!) and said I'd make my way up to the Asthma reception venue on Pall Mall, and they could meet me there.
They actually caught up with me just before I got there, and it was a very emotional reunion. As a reward for running and fundraising for Asthma UK, I got treated to a lovely hot shower followed by a much needed massage.
I can't thank my best friend enough for sorting out my towel and fresh clothes, undoing my shoe laces, removing my shoes and the plasters from my sore feet. Dedication above and beyond the call of duty!
The massage was wonderful. My calves were cramping up, and it really helped to relax them. Blister plasters applied, and slippers on, we headed - very slowly - to the station.
You may recall that the station right next to our hotel was closed for the weekend (d'oh!) so we had to catch a bus for the last part of the journey. We asked the driver if he was going to North Action, and he assured us he was. Half an hour in, we realised that we were nowhere near North Acton. 'You need to get off, cross over and catch the bus going the other way,' said the driver. 'That will take you to North Acton'.
We did as we were told - fortunately the bus going the opposite way had just pulled into the stop - and checked with the second driver. 'North Acton?'. 'Yes', he said. Can you guess what's coming...? We ended up back where we started. An exhausting hour wasted.
The bus we actually needed was at the terminus, and we checked four or five times that he really was going to North Acton, and twenty minutes later we were back at the hotel and climbing into the car. Hubby drove us home, and I was so glad to get back.
It had been a long day.
The low points? Seeing someone just ahead of me collapse at mile 6. She was the first many casualties I saw along the route. The heat was really taking it out of people. Also seeing people sat at the side of the roads with blood pouring from their feet, in pain and exhausted - their dreams dashed.
The high points? Seeing the family at Tower Bridge, and not just there, but all along the route. They did amazingly well to spot me three times, and it made all the difference. I also got round without using my inhaler, which I would have never dreamed possible six months ago. The sight of Big Ben and the finish line will stay with me forever, as will the weight of the medal around my neck. Priceless.
It was back in August that I applied for the place on the Asthma UK team, and was fortunate enough to get chosen.
Over the last eight months, my friends and family have helped me raise £2000, which will be used well by Asthma UK.
I always wanted to run the London Marathon, and on 17th April 2011 I did it, finishing in 6 hours, 29 minutes and 28 seconds.
Thank you for sharing the journey with me.
Jas x
Saturday 16 April 2011
The final countdown
This will be my last post before the marathon.
It all seems a bit unreal, especially as I'm suddenly quite calm following days and weeks of spiralling nervous tension.
The family have headed into London today to do more sight seeing and shopping (they're currently raiding Hamleys) while I have stayed back at the hotel to fit in as much R&R as possible.
Everything is laid out ready for the morning. My waist bag that I will be carrying round with me is packed, as is my kit bag with everything in that I'll need at the end. My trainers have the timing chip attached, and my comfiest socks are tucked inside them.
The spectators guide is printed for the family, labelled up with all of Asthma UK's cheering points along the way, and we have a plan of where we hope to see each other en-route, and where to meet at the end (as well as a back up plan if that goes awry!)
There's nothing else to do except eat a few more carbs, read my book and try to doze!
But of course, there is one very important thing to do, which is to thank you all for your good wishes over the weeks and months, and for supporting me in my fundraising. I couldn't have done any of this without you.
Thanks especially to my family, who encouraged me to take up the Gold Bond place when Asthma UK offered it to me back in August, for supporting me with my training, and for getting me to the start line.
I guess the last bit is up to me.
I will carry your good wishes around with me tomorrow, and hope that they will get me all the way to 26.2 miles.
Thank you all xx
It all seems a bit unreal, especially as I'm suddenly quite calm following days and weeks of spiralling nervous tension.
The family have headed into London today to do more sight seeing and shopping (they're currently raiding Hamleys) while I have stayed back at the hotel to fit in as much R&R as possible.
Everything is laid out ready for the morning. My waist bag that I will be carrying round with me is packed, as is my kit bag with everything in that I'll need at the end. My trainers have the timing chip attached, and my comfiest socks are tucked inside them.
The spectators guide is printed for the family, labelled up with all of Asthma UK's cheering points along the way, and we have a plan of where we hope to see each other en-route, and where to meet at the end (as well as a back up plan if that goes awry!)
There's nothing else to do except eat a few more carbs, read my book and try to doze!
But of course, there is one very important thing to do, which is to thank you all for your good wishes over the weeks and months, and for supporting me in my fundraising. I couldn't have done any of this without you.
Thanks especially to my family, who encouraged me to take up the Gold Bond place when Asthma UK offered it to me back in August, for supporting me with my training, and for getting me to the start line.
I guess the last bit is up to me.
I will carry your good wishes around with me tomorrow, and hope that they will get me all the way to 26.2 miles.
Thank you all xx
Friday 15 April 2011
London calling
We set off early this morning and arrived safely in London at 10am. The hotel we are booked into is within view of the nearest underground station. We headed straight there to check out train times for getting to the marathon, only to be told that the station would be closed over the weekend for repair works. Please be impressed that I didn't scream, cry or stamp my feet (even though I felt like doing all three!) I'm assured that regular buses will be running, and I can rejoin the train further down the line. Phew!
With that sorted, we headed straight to the Expo. The BBC 'marathon music' was playing as we walked in, and suddenly it was all very real.
First stop was picking up my running number, kit bag, timing chip and final instructions. I'll be starting in pen 9 at the Red start in Greenwich Park.
With the technical details sorted, we spent a couple of hours wandering around the various stalls. It's a runners paradise, and although I could have happily spent a small fortune I restricted myself to buying an official London Marathon 2011 hoodie.
It was exciting to go to the Asthma UK stand and meet the team. I had my photo taken, and I was given a rain mac - although the forecast suggests that it won't be necessary this year.
After the Expo we headed into central London and enjoyed a mini sight seeing tour, starting at the Houses of Parliament. We made our way across to Horseguards Parade to make sure we knew where we will be meeting up on Sunday, and found out where we need to go afterwards so that I can get my massage and food, courtesy of Asthma UK.
We had an evening meal in Picadilly Circus - a bit more carb loading! - and then headed back to the hotel for a well deserved sit down.
In 36 hours time I will be at the start line. I feel like I'm in the middle of a very strange dream at the moment, but I'm quite enjoying it, so please don't wake me up just yet!
With that sorted, we headed straight to the Expo. The BBC 'marathon music' was playing as we walked in, and suddenly it was all very real.
First stop was picking up my running number, kit bag, timing chip and final instructions. I'll be starting in pen 9 at the Red start in Greenwich Park.
With the technical details sorted, we spent a couple of hours wandering around the various stalls. It's a runners paradise, and although I could have happily spent a small fortune I restricted myself to buying an official London Marathon 2011 hoodie.
It was exciting to go to the Asthma UK stand and meet the team. I had my photo taken, and I was given a rain mac - although the forecast suggests that it won't be necessary this year.
After the Expo we headed into central London and enjoyed a mini sight seeing tour, starting at the Houses of Parliament. We made our way across to Horseguards Parade to make sure we knew where we will be meeting up on Sunday, and found out where we need to go afterwards so that I can get my massage and food, courtesy of Asthma UK.
We had an evening meal in Picadilly Circus - a bit more carb loading! - and then headed back to the hotel for a well deserved sit down.
In 36 hours time I will be at the start line. I feel like I'm in the middle of a very strange dream at the moment, but I'm quite enjoying it, so please don't wake me up just yet!
Thursday 14 April 2011
I know it's here somewhere...
We're heading off to London in the morning (yippee!) so I've spent today getting everything ready. When I say everything, what I really mean is my stuff. And it has taken me all day. And I still haven't finished packing. I'm sure my brain has turned to cotton wool because I can't concentrate on anything for more that 30 seconds, and have to keep double checking what I've already done. One of my top priorities was remembering my registration form and passport so that I can collect my running number and timing chip from the Expo. I always keep our passports in the same place, so knew exactly where to look...except mine wasn't there. Mild panic ensued as I turned the house upside down. I found it an hour later in amongst Eurostar tickets from last August. Note to self: put things away properly in future!
I've received more sponsorship today from so many places. First, on my Just Giving page (www.justgiving.com/jasontherun), second, in the post and via my Mum, who has received donations from friends of hers, and then from my hairdresser. (I had to sneak a quick appointment in...I've got to look my best in case I end up on the telly!!!)
I've also had an email from a good friend who is in the Chinewrde Morris Dancers group. The group very kindly voted earlier in the year to make Asthma UK their charity this year, and are donating through my fundraising. They will be adding a whopping £200 to my total, so a huge 'thank you' goes to them.
Wednesday 13 April 2011
Positive thinking
I've been getting increasingly stressed over the last few days (as you may have noticed!) so decided this evening that I need to reign in my wandering thoughts and harness the power of positive thinking.
I've read as much as possible about the marathon route, and have tried to memorise where the big landmarks are, and which parts of the route are likely to be the toughest to get through.
With all this in mind, I'm appealing to my friends for help. You've got me through the difficult months of training, you've helped me with my fundraising, and now I need your help on the big day.
I'm asking you - my friends - to send me a message that I can take with me on the day, and read along the route when the going gets tough. The more messages, the better!
Thank you all for your help xx
I've read as much as possible about the marathon route, and have tried to memorise where the big landmarks are, and which parts of the route are likely to be the toughest to get through.
With all this in mind, I'm appealing to my friends for help. You've got me through the difficult months of training, you've helped me with my fundraising, and now I need your help on the big day.
I'm asking you - my friends - to send me a message that I can take with me on the day, and read along the route when the going gets tough. The more messages, the better!
Thank you all for your help xx
Tuesday 12 April 2011
Training...DONE
I did my last training run today. I only did three miles, but was glad to get home without tripping, falling off a pavement, twisting an ankle or any number of other injuries that I have been dreaming of incurring over the past few nights! It's hard to believe that after all these months of training alone, the next time I run will be in London, with 35000 other people alongside me.
When I knew I was running in the marathon, I asked friends and family to collect their loose change for me, and it's amazing how much these donations have added up. I have been given three lots of change over the past two days, and after much sorting and counting this afternoon I'm thrilled to have another £35 to put towards my fundraising.
This evening I have started putting together a quiz sheet that will hopefully help to keep my children occupied while they troop round London trying to spot me on Sunday. I've included questions like 'Guess my finish time' and have made a list of things they need to photograph. Thinking about it, maybe I should print an extra copy to stop Hubby getting bored.
When I knew I was running in the marathon, I asked friends and family to collect their loose change for me, and it's amazing how much these donations have added up. I have been given three lots of change over the past two days, and after much sorting and counting this afternoon I'm thrilled to have another £35 to put towards my fundraising.
This evening I have started putting together a quiz sheet that will hopefully help to keep my children occupied while they troop round London trying to spot me on Sunday. I've included questions like 'Guess my finish time' and have made a list of things they need to photograph. Thinking about it, maybe I should print an extra copy to stop Hubby getting bored.
Monday 11 April 2011
Sleep well - I wish!
Reality is really hitting home now. Lots of people at work either saw the article in the paper or read about me in the work newsletter that came out at the end of last week, and have been wishing me all the best for Sunday. It's a real boost to know that so many people will be thinking about me on the day.
I'm trying to eat small, regular meals from hereon in and am drinking lots of water. I'm planning a final short run tomorrow, although I'm terrified of incurring a random last minute injury. The thought of a twisted ankle at this stage makes me shudder.
I'm also plagued by recurring dreams that centre around not reaching the start line, turning up without some vital piece of paperwork, losing my running shoes on the underground or a combination of all three. I'm going to be a nervous wreck by Sunday!
On a happier note, my best friend had a candle party this evening as a fundraiser for me. We had a great time, bought lots of lovely candles (ssshhh...don't tell hubby!) and raised another £40, which is fantastic!
Maybe I should have invested in a lavender candle...they're meant to be good for insomnia, aren't they?
I'm trying to eat small, regular meals from hereon in and am drinking lots of water. I'm planning a final short run tomorrow, although I'm terrified of incurring a random last minute injury. The thought of a twisted ankle at this stage makes me shudder.
I'm also plagued by recurring dreams that centre around not reaching the start line, turning up without some vital piece of paperwork, losing my running shoes on the underground or a combination of all three. I'm going to be a nervous wreck by Sunday!
On a happier note, my best friend had a candle party this evening as a fundraiser for me. We had a great time, bought lots of lovely candles (ssshhh...don't tell hubby!) and raised another £40, which is fantastic!
Maybe I should have invested in a lavender candle...they're meant to be good for insomnia, aren't they?
Saturday 9 April 2011
Say 'Cheese'
When I first told family and friends that I would be running the marathon and raising funds for Asthma UK, my good friend Nick donated a photo session for me to auction.
Nick is a first class photographer (check out his website at www.nickstephens.org), so this was always going to be a good way to raise funds.
Nick took some family photos for us last year, and even though I hate seeing myself in photos, I was thrilled with the results. I was telling a colleague this last week, and he commented that if Nick could make me look good in a photo then the session must be worth a fortune! Charming.
Anyhow, the auction has been running for the last two weeks, and ended this evening. I'm pleased to report that the winning bidder will be donating £75 to my total, and in return will get some beautiful photos...so everyone's a winner!
I've had another pledge of £50, so my total raised so far now stands at £1400, which is fantastic. With just a week to go, I'm hoping that will creep up a little more.
If you want to help nudge up the total, please go to www.justgiving.com/jasontherun
Every penny counts!
Nick is a first class photographer (check out his website at www.nickstephens.org), so this was always going to be a good way to raise funds.
Nick took some family photos for us last year, and even though I hate seeing myself in photos, I was thrilled with the results. I was telling a colleague this last week, and he commented that if Nick could make me look good in a photo then the session must be worth a fortune! Charming.
Anyhow, the auction has been running for the last two weeks, and ended this evening. I'm pleased to report that the winning bidder will be donating £75 to my total, and in return will get some beautiful photos...so everyone's a winner!
I've had another pledge of £50, so my total raised so far now stands at £1400, which is fantastic. With just a week to go, I'm hoping that will creep up a little more.
If you want to help nudge up the total, please go to www.justgiving.com/jasontherun
Every penny counts!
Friday 8 April 2011
My very own 15 minutes of fame
If memory serves me right, it was Andy Warhol that said everyone would be famous for fifteen minutes.Before today, my claims to fame have been sitting somewhere near Princess Anne at the Guildford County Show when I was about ten, and meeting snooker player Steve Davis in Preston. I've led a sheltered life, but today, all that has changed, and I have been catapulted to fame in the Bromsgrove Standard.
I guess there really is no backing out of this marathon thing now my entire neighbourhood knows what I'm up to!
The paper has very kindly printed my story, and my blog address, so for anyone visiting my blog for the first time as a result of the newspaper article, I'd like to wish you a very warm welcome. Please feel free to browse around and read what I've been up to, stay with me for the next few days and I'll tell you about my preparations for the big day, and in just over a week (aaarghh!!) you can come back and find out how I got on in London.
Although the paper printed my blog address, they sadly missed off my 'Just Giving' address. The real reason I am doing all this running is to raise £2600 for Asthma UK, and thanks to the generosity of family and friends I am well on the way to my target...and now you could help me, too!
I know times are difficult, and no-one has oodles of cash to spare, which is why I'm only asking for your loose change. Dig down behind cushions, check the pockets of your winter coats before you hang them in the deep recesses of the wardrobe and hunt in the ashtray in the car...gather all the pennies up, and please donate them to www.justgiving.com/jasontherun I keep saying it, but every penny really does count. Thank you!
If I haven't bored you too much, I hope you'll come back another day. Don't forget you can leave a comment in the box below...I'd love to hear from you!
Thursday 7 April 2011
True inspiration
For the first time ever, I'm blogging twice in one day...and for good reason.
I was trawling one of the marathon forums earlier, and came across a link to a youtube clip. It's about a really inspirational man called Roger, and I was so moved by the video that I shared it on my Facebook page.
And then I did something I've never done before...I emailed Roger.
I wanted him to know that I had been really touched by his story.
I was surprised when, a few hours ago, he emailed me back.
He was full of encouragement for me, and has promised me that even if I'm walking oddly in the days after the marathon, I'll still feel like I'm walking on clouds! I can't wait to find out if he's right!
Roger is clearly one of life's nice guys, and is running the London marathon to raise funds for Cystic Fibrosis. If you scroll down my blog, you should find a link on the left hand side to the youtube clip that moved me to tears.
I hope you will be moved by it too.
I was trawling one of the marathon forums earlier, and came across a link to a youtube clip. It's about a really inspirational man called Roger, and I was so moved by the video that I shared it on my Facebook page.
And then I did something I've never done before...I emailed Roger.
I wanted him to know that I had been really touched by his story.
I was surprised when, a few hours ago, he emailed me back.
He was full of encouragement for me, and has promised me that even if I'm walking oddly in the days after the marathon, I'll still feel like I'm walking on clouds! I can't wait to find out if he's right!
Roger is clearly one of life's nice guys, and is running the London marathon to raise funds for Cystic Fibrosis. If you scroll down my blog, you should find a link on the left hand side to the youtube clip that moved me to tears.
I hope you will be moved by it too.
Don't forget the vaseline
Anyone who knows me will understand my obsessive need to make lists, be prepared and have a plan to cover every eventuality. I've been resisting the urge to gather all my kit together for the big day as I knew it would only compound my nerves, but with ten days to go I decided this was as late as I could leave it. So here goes...
- When I head down to Greenwich Park it will be early morning, so I plan to have a few additional layers that I will discard before the start - old fleece, spare socks, bin liner in case of rain (apparently they keep you warm, and make a good disposable rain mac!)
- I will, of course, have my running kit. I've trialled calf length leggings but found them a bit uncomfortable after 12+ miles, so will probably opt for my trusty long running trousers. (I wouldn't want to wear shorts - other runners would be put off their stride, and small children watching in the crowds could be permanently mentally scarred by the sight.)
- My trainers are Asics gels. They've done about 150 miles so have plenty of support left in them
- I'm opting for Hilly Mono anti-blister socks. They're the best I've found so far.
- I've been using Moleskin sore-spot sheets, cut to size, under the balls of my feet to help the blister situation, and use regular strips of plaster around most toes to stop any rubbing
- In my waist bag will be my inhaler (just in case), some dextrose and fudge, some tissues, a bit of cash and my phone
- My trusty Garmin GPS watch. I've been warned that this might well play up around Canary Wharf with all the tall buildings, but I hope for the rest of the course it will help me set my pace - especially in the first few miles when it will be tempting to head out too fast
- And last, but most importantly, I'll have my personalised Asthma UK t-shirt. I'm told the crowds cheering your name really helps - especially in the final few miles. I hope they cheer loudly for me!
I'm sure I'll add to the list as the days go on, and then pare it all down the night before. For the first time, I won't need to carry my own water from the outset as it will be handed out around the course.
So this is what my kit looks like. Now, where did I put that list....
Wednesday 6 April 2011
Thank you...all of you
Today was my Uncle's funeral, and a day of mixed emotions. It is always sad to say goodbye to loved ones, and remember others that we have lost, but it is also nice to catch up with rarely seen friends and relatives.
It really brought home to me how much of what I am doing - my training and fundraising - is only possible because I have such supportive family and friends.
For months, my family have put up with me getting up early to run, arranging our lives around how far it is from 'x to y' and what time they will need to meet me there, and keeping me positive on the days when I haven't felt able to keep going. Family and friends have supported me tirelessly in my fundraising, and without their generosity I would still be trying to scrape together pennies rather than counting the hundreds. Far too often, I take for granted the people closest to me, so today I would like to say a big 'Thank You' to everyone who has helped me along the way.
In ten days time, I hope to be running 26 miles around the streets of London. Knowing that you're all with me in thought will give me the best possible chance of making it to the end.
Thank you. I couldn't do it without you x
It really brought home to me how much of what I am doing - my training and fundraising - is only possible because I have such supportive family and friends.
For months, my family have put up with me getting up early to run, arranging our lives around how far it is from 'x to y' and what time they will need to meet me there, and keeping me positive on the days when I haven't felt able to keep going. Family and friends have supported me tirelessly in my fundraising, and without their generosity I would still be trying to scrape together pennies rather than counting the hundreds. Far too often, I take for granted the people closest to me, so today I would like to say a big 'Thank You' to everyone who has helped me along the way.
In ten days time, I hope to be running 26 miles around the streets of London. Knowing that you're all with me in thought will give me the best possible chance of making it to the end.
Thank you. I couldn't do it without you x
Monday 4 April 2011
I won't tell if you don't ;o)
I looked at the calendar this morning, and realised that there is just one more weekend between now and the big day. Aaaargh!!!
I teach creative writing at work on Monday mornings, and I set students the challenge of writing an 'Every...' poem, like the one I submitted for the Virgin Money marathon competition. It produced some interesting results, but proves that I'm not only dreaming about the marathon, but I'm even thinking about running while at work! It's taking over my life!!
With just under a week left to run (no pun intended), the photography auction has really taken off, and the current winning bid stands at £72.41 (although the bidder is hoping his wife doesn't find out that he's been bidding, or that he might just re-bid if someone beats him!). I won't tell if you don't ;o)
I was asked again today if I'm running in fancy dress. I explained that just taking part was frightening enough, without having to negotiate the London underground dressed as a sunflower/rhino/fairy. I'm brave, but I'm not that brave.
I teach creative writing at work on Monday mornings, and I set students the challenge of writing an 'Every...' poem, like the one I submitted for the Virgin Money marathon competition. It produced some interesting results, but proves that I'm not only dreaming about the marathon, but I'm even thinking about running while at work! It's taking over my life!!
With just under a week left to run (no pun intended), the photography auction has really taken off, and the current winning bid stands at £72.41 (although the bidder is hoping his wife doesn't find out that he's been bidding, or that he might just re-bid if someone beats him!). I won't tell if you don't ;o)
I was asked again today if I'm running in fancy dress. I explained that just taking part was frightening enough, without having to negotiate the London underground dressed as a sunflower/rhino/fairy. I'm brave, but I'm not that brave.
Friday 1 April 2011
Preparation, preparation, preparation
The nearer it gets to the date of the marathon (now only just 16 days to go!!!) the more I find myself trawling the internet for scraps of information.
It isn't the clearest image, but hopefully you'll get the idea. Overall, it's a fairly flat course. The first six miles are a gentle downward slope, and it would be really easy to get carried away with the crowd and go too fast during the first quarter. The biggest uphill are at miles 19 and 23, so I'll need to prepare for those.
Out of interest, I googled 'London Marathon Elevation Chart', and although the one I found was for 2007, the course hasn't changed that much since then.
It isn't the clearest image, but hopefully you'll get the idea. Overall, it's a fairly flat course. The first six miles are a gentle downward slope, and it would be really easy to get carried away with the crowd and go too fast during the first quarter. The biggest uphill are at miles 19 and 23, so I'll need to prepare for those.We've also started looking at possible meeting up points. Hubby is quite keen to head straight to Cutty Sark early in the day, watch the elite runners fly past, and then see me trundle by a fair while later. It then looks like a short hop onto the Isle of Dogs (for hubby...not me!) and hopefully there'll be chance to spot me at mile 15 and 20, where the course doubles back on itself.
Anything after mile 20 seems a bit too fanciful to contemplate, although careful rendezvousing at the end will be required, as I don't think I'll be able to do anything for myself if I get as far as the finish line!
Wednesday 30 March 2011
Counting sheep
I've slept really badly over the last few nights, and I think I can partly attribute it to a growing feeling of nervousness. The marathon is now less than three weeks away (!), and other than short runs to keep me ticking over, my training is done. I used to get worked up like this when I had important exams looming. Common sense dictates that lying awake mulling it all over doesn't help, but I can't seem to switch my brain into neutral during the small hours. I think I need to start some serious relaxation, beginning with staying in bed all day today rather than doing shopping, washing, cooking, cleaning, etc, etc...I wish! I'm also petrified of catching some evil cough/cold/sore throat or...worst of all...flu! Hubby has a very sore throat at the moment, and I'm trying to be very sympathetic while not getting within four feet of him. The thought of all this training, and then being struck with illness at the final hurdle just doesn't bear thinking about. I have decided that I'm going to put my treadmill up for sale on Ebay. It's served me well, and in the winter months when there was a blanket covering of snow, or on days when it was pouring with rain, it made all the difference. In my post-marathon existence, I fully intend to drop back down to short runs, and only when the sun is shining! As much as I've enjoyed the challenge of training, I don't think I'm built for such endurance, and I don't want to sacrifice almost my entire day off to long runs any more. It will also be quite nice to return the back room into a proper seating area rather than some kind of makeshift gym! The photography auction is going slowly, but bidding is up to £20 and there are still ten days to go. I've sent round email reminders, so hopefully more people will place a bid. I'm at almost 50% of my fundraising target, but I know there's still time and opportunity to raise more. You have been warned...I'm after your money! Every penny counts! www.justgiving.com/jasontherun
Saturday 26 March 2011
Smile for the camera
Considering I did my 17 mile run yesterday, I feel remarkably sprightly today. There are a few niggly aches and a bit of sunburn, but otherwise I'm feeling fine and looking forward to 'the big day'...in just three weeks time!
Last week, I listed two donated items on Ebay, and the auctions ended this afternoon. I was thrilled that the items raised £32.50, and I'll add this amount to my justgiving page as soon as the funds have cleared. This takes my total raised so far to almost £1200, which is fantastic...but I'm hoping to raise more!
I've entered a poem into a competition run by Virgin Money, and the winner will win £500 towards their fundraising. It's a while since I've written a poem, and I guess there will be a lot of entries, but I'll let you know if I'm shortlisted...and then you'll all have to vote for me to win!
Also, my good friend Nick - who is a fantastic photographer - has generously donated a photography session for me to auction. (You can see his amazing photos at www.nickstephens.org) I've set up the auction on Facebook today, and the highest bidder by 9th April will win a photo shoot in Nick's Worcester (UK) studio, as well as a disc with the photos on so they can print as many copies as they want.
Whoever wins the auction will be treating themselves, or someone else, to memories that will last a lifetime.
As if that isn't enough, Nick will also donate £10 from every photo session booked by 30/4/11 (these sessions cost £65, and include one A4 print - further prints can be ordered at an extra charge. Please note: CD of photos not included in this package)
If you're reading this and would like more information about the auction, or you would like to make a bid, please get in touch via the 'comments' section.
If you'd just like to make a donation towards my fundraising for Asthma UK, go to www.justgiving.com/jasontherun
Ooh, it's all exciting, isn't it?!
Last week, I listed two donated items on Ebay, and the auctions ended this afternoon. I was thrilled that the items raised £32.50, and I'll add this amount to my justgiving page as soon as the funds have cleared. This takes my total raised so far to almost £1200, which is fantastic...but I'm hoping to raise more!
I've entered a poem into a competition run by Virgin Money, and the winner will win £500 towards their fundraising. It's a while since I've written a poem, and I guess there will be a lot of entries, but I'll let you know if I'm shortlisted...and then you'll all have to vote for me to win!
Also, my good friend Nick - who is a fantastic photographer - has generously donated a photography session for me to auction. (You can see his amazing photos at www.nickstephens.org) I've set up the auction on Facebook today, and the highest bidder by 9th April will win a photo shoot in Nick's Worcester (UK) studio, as well as a disc with the photos on so they can print as many copies as they want.
Whoever wins the auction will be treating themselves, or someone else, to memories that will last a lifetime.
As if that isn't enough, Nick will also donate £10 from every photo session booked by 30/4/11 (these sessions cost £65, and include one A4 print - further prints can be ordered at an extra charge. Please note: CD of photos not included in this package)
If you're reading this and would like more information about the auction, or you would like to make a bid, please get in touch via the 'comments' section.
If you'd just like to make a donation towards my fundraising for Asthma UK, go to www.justgiving.com/jasontherun
Ooh, it's all exciting, isn't it?!
Friday 25 March 2011
The highs and the lows
Today was the day set aside for my longest training run - ever! It's also the last long run before the Marathon, as from now on I will begin to taper off so that I'm in peak fitness (!) for the big day.
The weather at the moment is glorious, and by 9.45am when I set off, it was already about 16 degrees. It was nice to head out knowing that I wouldn't need to tie layers of clothes around my waist as I warmed up, but by mile 4 I'd already finished my first bottle of juice and was glad I'd got lots of spare cash for supplies along the way.
I'd planned my route from Rubery to Worcester, mainly along the A38, but with a couple of diversions to allow for better paths.
I was determined to keep positive, but it was somewhat daunting to be doing such a distance on my own. (I had the phone numbers of taxi firms with me in case of emergencies!)
I'm pleased to report that the first six miles went past easily, although they were mainly on a gentle downhill. The was a killer hill at mile 6, a gentle climb from miles eight to ten, and another killer hill at about eleven and a half miles. Unfortunately, the path suddenly came to a halt at the bottom of this hill, and it took about 5 minutes to cross over the road as there was a constant stream of traffic. By the time I got across and started up the hill, my calves were on fire, and it took a couple of miles to feel comfortable again.
I felt that I was really flagging for the last three miles, but my times show that I was only marginally slower which is good to know.
I was so glad to make it to my Mum's, and even more glad to see that she was home. She welcomed me with a chicken sandwich, and I'm not sure anything has ever tasted so good!
All in all, it was a really good run. I was pleased with my pace, and my overall time, and now I've completed 17 miles with energy left in the tank I'm a little more hopeful that I'll make it to mile 26 on marathon day.
The best bit...? I now have the perfect excuse to do nothing all weekend!
I've photographed my netbook screen so you can see the elevation graph. Enjoy!
Wednesday 23 March 2011
Back in the swim
Today had been a day set aside for doing all the housework that hasn't been done for the last two weeks. I knew there was furniture under all that dust, and it's nice to see it again. I also braved the supermarket for the weekly shop, which I'm sure is equivalent to a five mile run.
We very nearly went swimming last week, but dodged out of it at the last minute. We rashly promised the children that 'we would go swimming today, no matter what', and although they seem to forget about tidying rooms/doing homework/ cleaning out the pets, they had remembered our promise to go, so go we did.
Unfortunately, my heart just wasn't in it. A close relative is very poorly in hospital, and suddenly my goals and priorities seem very trivial in comparison. I managed 22 lengths, but gave up in favour of returning home to sit by the phone.
At least I've done something today, fitness-wise, and can now get on with the serious business of carb loading in preparation for Friday's 20 mile run. The big question is, can I count chocolate and cake as carbs? I'm going to say 'yes'.
We very nearly went swimming last week, but dodged out of it at the last minute. We rashly promised the children that 'we would go swimming today, no matter what', and although they seem to forget about tidying rooms/doing homework/ cleaning out the pets, they had remembered our promise to go, so go we did.
Unfortunately, my heart just wasn't in it. A close relative is very poorly in hospital, and suddenly my goals and priorities seem very trivial in comparison. I managed 22 lengths, but gave up in favour of returning home to sit by the phone.
At least I've done something today, fitness-wise, and can now get on with the serious business of carb loading in preparation for Friday's 20 mile run. The big question is, can I count chocolate and cake as carbs? I'm going to say 'yes'.
Tuesday 22 March 2011
Cake, anyone...?
I got busy baking yesterday evening - apple, cherry and walnut friendship cake...mmm! - and took some into work to share amongst my colleagues. It seemed to go down well in a meeting this afternoon, and helped me to raise a bit more money, too.
I've started to mention to a few more people that I'll be running in the marathon, and have had huge amounts of positive support, which is great. I've also discovered that a colleague's husband is running the marathon, too, and was glad to hear that he did a 20 mile run at the weekend and is still standing, so there's hope for me yet! My 20 mile run is planned for Friday, and the forecast is looking promising.
I finally got round to paying in the bags of 10p's, 5p's, 2p's and 1p's today, and have credited them, and the other odds and ends of money, to my JustGiving account - www.justgiving.com/jasontherun. This means that my grand fundraising total now stands at £1150, which is fantastic! There's still a way to go, but I'm hoping that the nearer I get to race day, the more likely people are to sponsor me, and Asthma UK is such a good cause.
The items I've placed on ebay are doing well, too, and the auction doesn't end until Saturday. There are 29 - yes twenty nine! - watchers on the hairdryer. I've been back and checked the listing, and it definitely does just say hairdryer. I was worried that I'd described it as 'gold plated' by mistake. Maybe it's time to start auctioning off some unused bits and pieces. I'm sure hubby left an old set of golf clubs in the garage...
I've started to mention to a few more people that I'll be running in the marathon, and have had huge amounts of positive support, which is great. I've also discovered that a colleague's husband is running the marathon, too, and was glad to hear that he did a 20 mile run at the weekend and is still standing, so there's hope for me yet! My 20 mile run is planned for Friday, and the forecast is looking promising.
I finally got round to paying in the bags of 10p's, 5p's, 2p's and 1p's today, and have credited them, and the other odds and ends of money, to my JustGiving account - www.justgiving.com/jasontherun. This means that my grand fundraising total now stands at £1150, which is fantastic! There's still a way to go, but I'm hoping that the nearer I get to race day, the more likely people are to sponsor me, and Asthma UK is such a good cause.
The items I've placed on ebay are doing well, too, and the auction doesn't end until Saturday. There are 29 - yes twenty nine! - watchers on the hairdryer. I've been back and checked the listing, and it definitely does just say hairdryer. I was worried that I'd described it as 'gold plated' by mistake. Maybe it's time to start auctioning off some unused bits and pieces. I'm sure hubby left an old set of golf clubs in the garage...
Saturday 19 March 2011
It's all about the money
For those of you who've been following my blog for a while, you'll recall that at the start of all this madness I gave out personalised collecting tins, and encouraged friends and family to save their small change for me.I'm not very good at asking for money - even though it's for such a good cause - so my thought was that people wouldn't miss the 1p's, 2p's and 5p's, and it would all add up...and I was right!
Thanks to the amazing generosity of friends, the first of the tins have found their way back to me, and after counting and bagging all the coins, it added up to £45! One of the tins also contained a £20 note, and a friend stopped me in the supermarket yesterday and donated £10, so a quick trip to the bank next week will show a healthy jump in my fundraising total.
I have also been given a rather lovely porcelain doll, and a freestanding hairdryer, which were both too good for a car boot sale. I've listed them on ebay today (with a free listing...every penny counts!!) and will be donating anything they make to the justgiving account. Only a few hours in, and there are already 4 watchers on the hairdryer. It makes a change - I'm usually buying things we don't need from ebay!
And...on top of all that...I've also squeezed in a two mile run. It has been beautiful weather all day, and was still warm when I ventured out this evening. Hubby came with me and insisted on setting the pace, but looked a little green when I suggested a second trip round the block.
For anyone who's been reading my blog over the last few months and would like to help me raise funds for Asthma UK, please take a quick trip to www.justgiving.com/jasontherun
There are now only four weeks to go until the big day, and any donation will really help to make a difference.
Thank you xx
Thursday 17 March 2011
8 + 2 = 10 + a good deed
The sun was already peeking through the clouds this morning as I set out for my run, and by the time I'd done a couple of miles it was really warm. The sunshine, coupled with a vast array of daffodils, crocus', snowdrops and other spring flowers made the outing a real pleasure.
I did 8 miles using a run/walk strategy. This is 'the in thing' according to all the hype about it on the marathon forums, and seems to be a good way to keep a reasonable time without getting too exhausted.
My right Achilles felt a bit achy on and off, so I really must make the effort to stretch well three or four times a day from now on. Other than that, I would have happily gone further today and it was almost a disappointment to get home.
I went and gave blood this afternoon, which is always something that makes me smile. It's something that I can do easily, but could save someones life. The bonus today was that they had chocolate biscuits amongst the selection. It's about a mile each way to the blood doning session, although I walked and didn't run, but I think I'll add that onto today's total, just for good measure.
I did 8 miles using a run/walk strategy. This is 'the in thing' according to all the hype about it on the marathon forums, and seems to be a good way to keep a reasonable time without getting too exhausted.
My right Achilles felt a bit achy on and off, so I really must make the effort to stretch well three or four times a day from now on. Other than that, I would have happily gone further today and it was almost a disappointment to get home.
I went and gave blood this afternoon, which is always something that makes me smile. It's something that I can do easily, but could save someones life. The bonus today was that they had chocolate biscuits amongst the selection. It's about a mile each way to the blood doning session, although I walked and didn't run, but I think I'll add that onto today's total, just for good measure.
Wednesday 16 March 2011
I am not a number
Well...not usually, but for the purposes of the London Marathon I am number 34594. This puts me at the red start with a few other runners. About 35,000 of them! It also makes it all very real, and I'm starting to feel quite nervous.
I've spent a bit of time in the last two weeks looking at the split times of runners from previous years, and it seems that a lot take up to half an hour to even make it across the start line, so it could well be nearer 10.15am before the clock starts ticking for me.
It's clear that a lot of runners get a really good time over the first 13 miles, but then really tail off for the second half. My plan is to resist the temptation to get swept up with the crowd and keep a close eye on my pace. I'll try to take it slowly during the first half in the hope that I don't run out of steam completely somewhere around mile 20. As that kind of distance is still uncharted territory for me, I guess I'll just have to see how it goes on the day.
The other piece of information I gleaned is that medals are only given out if you make it round in under 8 hours. How gutting would it be to make it all the way round and find that you don't get a medal after all?
Talking of running out of steam, I seem to have done that today. Although I managed to squeeze in a quick 4 miles this afternoon, I can't stop yawning, and chickened out of swimming this evening. I've promised that I will absolutely, positively, definitely go next week, so I don't think the family will allow me to get away with such laziness again.
If I can shake the yawns, I'm planning to do 8 miles tomorrow...there...I've told you now, so I'll have to do it.
Maybe I should have checked the weather forecast before I made that rash promise!
I've spent a bit of time in the last two weeks looking at the split times of runners from previous years, and it seems that a lot take up to half an hour to even make it across the start line, so it could well be nearer 10.15am before the clock starts ticking for me.
It's clear that a lot of runners get a really good time over the first 13 miles, but then really tail off for the second half. My plan is to resist the temptation to get swept up with the crowd and keep a close eye on my pace. I'll try to take it slowly during the first half in the hope that I don't run out of steam completely somewhere around mile 20. As that kind of distance is still uncharted territory for me, I guess I'll just have to see how it goes on the day.
The other piece of information I gleaned is that medals are only given out if you make it round in under 8 hours. How gutting would it be to make it all the way round and find that you don't get a medal after all?
Talking of running out of steam, I seem to have done that today. Although I managed to squeeze in a quick 4 miles this afternoon, I can't stop yawning, and chickened out of swimming this evening. I've promised that I will absolutely, positively, definitely go next week, so I don't think the family will allow me to get away with such laziness again.
If I can shake the yawns, I'm planning to do 8 miles tomorrow...there...I've told you now, so I'll have to do it.
Maybe I should have checked the weather forecast before I made that rash promise!
Wednesday 9 March 2011
Killer Climb
The cough and cold that dogged me last week, and persisted over the weekend, is all but gone. It left me feeling quite wiped out, and I might just invest in some multi vitamin and mineral tablets to take over the next few weeks in the hope that I won't succumb to any other nasties.
The forecast for today was looking reasonably promising, with colder weather on the way tomorrow, so I decided that today would have to be 'long run' day. My aim was 14-15 miles, and I arranged with my friend who works in Droitwich that I would run there, and she would give me a lift home.
There were heavy and persistent rain showers all morning, but by the time I left home at lunch time it was looking a little more promising.
Having considered my route, I discounted the dual carriageway from Rubery to the M5 roundabout as the path stops midway, and I didn't fancy my chances mingling with the traffic. On that basis, I chose to head towards Rose Hill, but hadn't taken into account two important points. Number one, it should be renamed. 'Rose' Hill conjures up images of colourful scented flowers and delicacy. In reality, it's a long, hard, uphill slog, and from hereon in I will rename it 'Killer Climb'. Number two, I hadn't realised what a very long detour that route is, and I was four miles in before I seemed to be heading in anything like the right direction.
The first of the heavy downpours hit while I was descending Killer Climb, but was actually quite refreshing!
From there, I rejoined the A38 and headed for Bromsgrove. Unfortunately this was the first of many places where the path simply ends with no warning, and I found myself crossing, and re-crossing the road to find the widest, least muddy verge. Not wanting to tarnish my shiny new trainers, I left the A38 and headed right through Bromsgrove town centre.
Mile 10 saw me pass Webbs garden centre, and I was very tempted to make one last diversion and order one of their cream and marshmallow topped hot chocolates, but I didn't think they'd be too keen on a sweaty runner polluting their coffee shop, so I carried on towards Droitwich.
13 miles in, I knew I wasn't far from where I needed to be, but my hastily drawn map didn't seem to match the road names that I saw, and every direction that I looked in appeared to involve steep uphill climbs. A quick SOS call to my friend reassured me that I was close to her workplace, and she met me on her way home from work. I crumpled into her car, and we were soon back home. (I only wish the journey there had been that quick!)
The best news is, my hideous blister hasn't been made worse again, so the new trainers are already worth the money. My legs and back are a bit achy, and the bottoms of my feet are a little tender, but all in all, I'll call that a good outing.
There's only time for two more long runs now before the big day. I can't quite decide if that's a good feeling!
The forecast for today was looking reasonably promising, with colder weather on the way tomorrow, so I decided that today would have to be 'long run' day. My aim was 14-15 miles, and I arranged with my friend who works in Droitwich that I would run there, and she would give me a lift home.
There were heavy and persistent rain showers all morning, but by the time I left home at lunch time it was looking a little more promising.
Having considered my route, I discounted the dual carriageway from Rubery to the M5 roundabout as the path stops midway, and I didn't fancy my chances mingling with the traffic. On that basis, I chose to head towards Rose Hill, but hadn't taken into account two important points. Number one, it should be renamed. 'Rose' Hill conjures up images of colourful scented flowers and delicacy. In reality, it's a long, hard, uphill slog, and from hereon in I will rename it 'Killer Climb'. Number two, I hadn't realised what a very long detour that route is, and I was four miles in before I seemed to be heading in anything like the right direction.
The first of the heavy downpours hit while I was descending Killer Climb, but was actually quite refreshing!
From there, I rejoined the A38 and headed for Bromsgrove. Unfortunately this was the first of many places where the path simply ends with no warning, and I found myself crossing, and re-crossing the road to find the widest, least muddy verge. Not wanting to tarnish my shiny new trainers, I left the A38 and headed right through Bromsgrove town centre.
Mile 10 saw me pass Webbs garden centre, and I was very tempted to make one last diversion and order one of their cream and marshmallow topped hot chocolates, but I didn't think they'd be too keen on a sweaty runner polluting their coffee shop, so I carried on towards Droitwich.
13 miles in, I knew I wasn't far from where I needed to be, but my hastily drawn map didn't seem to match the road names that I saw, and every direction that I looked in appeared to involve steep uphill climbs. A quick SOS call to my friend reassured me that I was close to her workplace, and she met me on her way home from work. I crumpled into her car, and we were soon back home. (I only wish the journey there had been that quick!)
The best news is, my hideous blister hasn't been made worse again, so the new trainers are already worth the money. My legs and back are a bit achy, and the bottoms of my feet are a little tender, but all in all, I'll call that a good outing.
There's only time for two more long runs now before the big day. I can't quite decide if that's a good feeling!
Thursday 3 March 2011
The wrong kind of running
Today should be the day of my long run, but the only thing running is my nose. I'm sure the gremlins snuck into my room last night and filled my sinuses with cotton wool, but despite all that I'm blowing my nose every 23 seconds and beginning to look like Rudolph. Even the dog has had enough of my coughing and sneezing and has chosen to sit in the hall.
I'm trying hard to keep positive, but I'm really frustrated that I could miss out this week on training, as there seems to be so little time left before the big day (six weeks on Sunday!). I'm hoping I'll feel a lot better by Saturday and get a good few miles done, even if it's not the 14-16 that I was hoping for.
Looking on the bright side, my best friend is holding a candle party next week and donating her hostess discount to my fundraising, so that'll be an excellent excuse for me to buy lots of lovely candles...well - it's all in a good cause, isn't it? (Hubby - if you're reading this, I'm only joking. Please don't hide my credit card.)
I've also had an email from Asthma UK to say that our final instructions will be posted out the week after next, along with the iron-on letters for my running vest. I've requested 'JAS' for the back and front, and know that the crowd cheering me on will make a huge difference, especially as I reach the point of exhaustion (probably at about the half way mark!). Thinking about it, maybe I should change my request to 'Help! Feed me Chocolate'...it might be more practical!
I'm trying hard to keep positive, but I'm really frustrated that I could miss out this week on training, as there seems to be so little time left before the big day (six weeks on Sunday!). I'm hoping I'll feel a lot better by Saturday and get a good few miles done, even if it's not the 14-16 that I was hoping for.
Looking on the bright side, my best friend is holding a candle party next week and donating her hostess discount to my fundraising, so that'll be an excellent excuse for me to buy lots of lovely candles...well - it's all in a good cause, isn't it? (Hubby - if you're reading this, I'm only joking. Please don't hide my credit card.)
I've also had an email from Asthma UK to say that our final instructions will be posted out the week after next, along with the iron-on letters for my running vest. I've requested 'JAS' for the back and front, and know that the crowd cheering me on will make a huge difference, especially as I reach the point of exhaustion (probably at about the half way mark!). Thinking about it, maybe I should change my request to 'Help! Feed me Chocolate'...it might be more practical!
Sunday 27 February 2011
'Stitch in four places'
I'm pleased to report that 'the blister' is looking - and feeling - considerably better following an appointment with a pair of nail scissors and copious amounts of surgical spirit. I'm hoping that I've turned a bit of a corner with it, but only the next long run will tell.
Heavy rain all morning lead me to think that an outdoor excursion might be off for today, but around mid-afternoon the sun peeked through the clouds and the rain relented for a few minutes. Not wanting to waste an opportunity, I railroaded oldest daughter into coming out with me.
If you have ever travelled with small children, you'll be familiar with the 'are we nearly there yet?' question that accompanies every car journey. It seems that it's an ingrained habit that lasts well into the teenage years. At the end of the road, daughter asked if we'd done a mile yet. Not quite. Maybe 1/20th of a mile, but not a mile. This elicited a pout and a huff, but we motored on regardless.
We did a sprightly half a mile walk to warm up, and then a light jog for a mile. It was really good to have company, even though I was told more than once that 'I was trying to kill her' and that she had 'stitch in four places'. Don't ask.
We made it home as the clouds were turning black, and within minutes the rain was pelting against the windows again.
'We could do that again tomorrow', I said.
She didn't reply, but gave me a long hard stare.
I'll take that as a maybe.
Heavy rain all morning lead me to think that an outdoor excursion might be off for today, but around mid-afternoon the sun peeked through the clouds and the rain relented for a few minutes. Not wanting to waste an opportunity, I railroaded oldest daughter into coming out with me.
If you have ever travelled with small children, you'll be familiar with the 'are we nearly there yet?' question that accompanies every car journey. It seems that it's an ingrained habit that lasts well into the teenage years. At the end of the road, daughter asked if we'd done a mile yet. Not quite. Maybe 1/20th of a mile, but not a mile. This elicited a pout and a huff, but we motored on regardless.
We did a sprightly half a mile walk to warm up, and then a light jog for a mile. It was really good to have company, even though I was told more than once that 'I was trying to kill her' and that she had 'stitch in four places'. Don't ask.
We made it home as the clouds were turning black, and within minutes the rain was pelting against the windows again.
'We could do that again tomorrow', I said.
She didn't reply, but gave me a long hard stare.
I'll take that as a maybe.
Thursday 24 February 2011
A catalogue of errors
This week is half term, and hubby and I have both had time off. Lots of rest and relaxation, you say? No. It's been a mad dash around to finish all the jobs that really should have been done a long time ago, like buy new school uniform, mend the broken banisters (ask the children about that one - grrr!) and ferry said children and their friends around the countryside.
Blister repair kit...a bit like a puncture repair kit, but slightly more sterile, and an awful lot more expensive
Training has been sporadic, and less than satisfactory, so I was determined to fit in my long run today.
I won't bore you with a long and complicated history, but hubby has some nerve damage in his spine that has resulted in a loss of sensation in his feet and legs. His patience and positivity throughout has been amazing. He could name a lot of downsides, but the one I notice most is the restless leg phase that hits him some nights. Unfortunately, last night was a particularly bad episode. Not that he'd know it. While he snored contentedly, his legs were doing the can-can, and by 7am I'd only managed about two hours of sleep, and was covered in bruises!
I won't bore you with a long and complicated history, but hubby has some nerve damage in his spine that has resulted in a loss of sensation in his feet and legs. His patience and positivity throughout has been amazing. He could name a lot of downsides, but the one I notice most is the restless leg phase that hits him some nights. Unfortunately, last night was a particularly bad episode. Not that he'd know it. While he snored contentedly, his legs were doing the can-can, and by 7am I'd only managed about two hours of sleep, and was covered in bruises!
Look on the bright side, I thought. I might be tired, but the sun is shining.
The persistent blister on my right foot has been quite sore this week, and I am trying various combinations of socks, insoles and dressings - along with liberal splashes of surgical spirit - to try to find a cure. This morning I applied a rather expensive moleskin dressing along with copious lengths of plaster to anchor it in place. It felt secure, and I was keeping everything crossed that this one would be a winner.
Rather than repeat the same old circuits, hubby had offered to drive me into Redditch so that I could make my way home. I happily agreed, and we set off bright and early. Doubts set in as I realised that the entire journey there was downhill, and this meant only one thing...the way back would be the opposite. Gulp. In hindsight I should have abandoned the plan there and then, but somehow it seemed easier to go with the flow.
The first six miles were the best. The blister plaster held, I made good time, and was soon at Hopwood. It was about that time that I really began to regret not taking my jewellery off. I find that my fingers swell on long runs, but in the rush to get ready today I'd kept them on.
At the same time that I was thinking about my poor swollen fingers, and how quickly my supply of water was running out, I looked up to see the Redditch Road stretching ahead of me. For those of you not familiar with Birmingham, the Redditch Road is very long, and - heading towards Birmingham - very uphill. There was no way around it, so I just kept going (encouraged by a car-full of strangers who hooted their horns, waved and cheered me on - I've no idea who they were, but they boosted me just when I needed the encouragement!)
I followed the Redditch Road all the way up into Cotteridge, then cut left along Middleton Hall Road and out onto the Bristol Road. I popped into the newsagents to stock up with Lucozade, which promptly fizzed all over my hands, so not only were they swollen, but they were also sticky. Gorgeous.
The blister plaster had worked loose by this stage, and I could feel a whole lot of rubbing going on, but I didn't dare stop to investigate for fear that my socks would stick to my hands and I'd have to make my way home barefoot.
I had a blissful mile of downhill before my calf muscles decided that enough was enough. I had the most excruciating cramp, and no amount of gentle walking or stretching against lampposts made any difference. Twelve miles into the run, and two miles from home, I phoned hubby and begged him to rescue me.
Notes to self for next time: pick a route that isn't all uphill, leave jewellery at home, wrap plaster at least four times around my foot to ensure no movement and only but sugar-free drinks en-route.
Blister repair kit...a bit like a puncture repair kit, but slightly more sterile, and an awful lot more expensive
The blister
If you have any good ideas about getting it to vanish, please let me know! All ideas gratefully accepted!
Thursday 17 February 2011
Just chillin'
Long run day again today, although at half past seven this morning I could happily have stayed tucked up in bed til lunch time.
I forced myself to put my running gear on, and by the time my laces were tied I was feeling a little more optimistic - but not much. I kidded myself that I would just go out for an hour and see where that got me, knowing full well that I would end up doubling that, but every little psychological trick helps.
The air was quite damp when I set off, which made the first mile or two a bit uncomfortable as I struggled to keep my breathing even. I managed to get past that with my inhaler still in my pocket, and by about 4 miles in I was feeling much more comfortable.
In my quest to explore new routes, I circled Cofton park, headed through West Heath and under the railway bridge at Northfield, then reappeared on Middleton Hall Road and headed back along the A38 towards home.
My road was in sight at mile 8, and I was soooo tempted to dodge up there, but the thought of having to confess to you that I'd cut my run short made me veer left and complete a large loop before heading home. I completed just shy of ten miles, so can tick the training box for today.
Recently, I've been reading about ice baths, and how they help the body recover from long runs. I've got a busy weekend coming up and need to be on my feet all day on Saturday, so decided that I
would give the ice-bath theory a go. I half filled the bath with cold water, put two fleeces on top of my running t-shirt, zipped a hot water bottle between the fleeces, and climbed in.
There was probably a delay of about twenty seconds before I began to scream.
All I can say is that it's a good job I was in the house on my own, and that the neighbours were at work, or someone would have suspected the worst and phoned the police.
A minute in, and the pain was intense - the only way I can describe it is like having both legs crushed in a vice. Much shouting followed, which morphed into a mantra-like 'I can do this. I can do this'.
By about four minutes, numbness had set in, and I didn't feel cold at all.
The idea is that you stay there for ten minutes. I lasted eight. By that point my thigh muscles were twitching uncontrollably, and my legs had turned a not-altogether-flattering shade of purple.
As I got out, it felt as though a million electric shocks were shooting up and down my legs (which wasn't entirely unpleasant!) and as I sat on the bed wrapped snugly in towels I can honestly say that I felt quite revived!
Will it stop the achy muscles tomorrow? I don't know.
What I can say is that I'm normally ready for a good sleep after a long run, but right now I feel remarkably sprightly.
I forced myself to put my running gear on, and by the time my laces were tied I was feeling a little more optimistic - but not much. I kidded myself that I would just go out for an hour and see where that got me, knowing full well that I would end up doubling that, but every little psychological trick helps.
The air was quite damp when I set off, which made the first mile or two a bit uncomfortable as I struggled to keep my breathing even. I managed to get past that with my inhaler still in my pocket, and by about 4 miles in I was feeling much more comfortable.
In my quest to explore new routes, I circled Cofton park, headed through West Heath and under the railway bridge at Northfield, then reappeared on Middleton Hall Road and headed back along the A38 towards home.
My road was in sight at mile 8, and I was soooo tempted to dodge up there, but the thought of having to confess to you that I'd cut my run short made me veer left and complete a large loop before heading home. I completed just shy of ten miles, so can tick the training box for today.
Recently, I've been reading about ice baths, and how they help the body recover from long runs. I've got a busy weekend coming up and need to be on my feet all day on Saturday, so decided that I
would give the ice-bath theory a go. I half filled the bath with cold water, put two fleeces on top of my running t-shirt, zipped a hot water bottle between the fleeces, and climbed in.There was probably a delay of about twenty seconds before I began to scream.
All I can say is that it's a good job I was in the house on my own, and that the neighbours were at work, or someone would have suspected the worst and phoned the police.
A minute in, and the pain was intense - the only way I can describe it is like having both legs crushed in a vice. Much shouting followed, which morphed into a mantra-like 'I can do this. I can do this'.
By about four minutes, numbness had set in, and I didn't feel cold at all.
The idea is that you stay there for ten minutes. I lasted eight. By that point my thigh muscles were twitching uncontrollably, and my legs had turned a not-altogether-flattering shade of purple.
As I got out, it felt as though a million electric shocks were shooting up and down my legs (which wasn't entirely unpleasant!) and as I sat on the bed wrapped snugly in towels I can honestly say that I felt quite revived!
Will it stop the achy muscles tomorrow? I don't know.
What I can say is that I'm normally ready for a good sleep after a long run, but right now I feel remarkably sprightly.
Tuesday 15 February 2011
Who are you calling a wimp...?
Last night made for a nice change - I cooked tea while hubby sweated it out on the exercise bike and treadmill. It's quite good fun watching someone else suffer!
I'm working a late today, so knew that I needed to fit in some training this morning. A quick peek outside confirmed my worst fears...pouring rain. Determined not to be defeated (or accused of being a wimp and settling for the treadmill) I headed out for a puddle-splashing three miles. I made good time, despite constantly muttering under my breath about the rain, which seemed to seep through and under every inch of clothing.
The thought of a hot shower waiting for me at home kept me going, and I feel good that I made the effort - now I'm sat snugly with a cup of tea and a blanket.
Too wimpy to run in the rain? Not me.
But I still don't want it to rain on marathon day!
I'm working a late today, so knew that I needed to fit in some training this morning. A quick peek outside confirmed my worst fears...pouring rain. Determined not to be defeated (or accused of being a wimp and settling for the treadmill) I headed out for a puddle-splashing three miles. I made good time, despite constantly muttering under my breath about the rain, which seemed to seep through and under every inch of clothing.
The thought of a hot shower waiting for me at home kept me going, and I feel good that I made the effort - now I'm sat snugly with a cup of tea and a blanket.
Too wimpy to run in the rain? Not me.
But I still don't want it to rain on marathon day!
Sunday 13 February 2011
Rain, rain, go away
The marathon is in nine weeks time.
I can't believe how fast the last few months and weeks have gone.
I am incredibly frustrated that my injury slowed me down so much, but relieved that I am back to training properly again, and so far the injury is being kept at bay.
I wasn't too achy after Wednesdays 12 miles, and have been doing lots of stretching.
Sundays are always busy, but I managed to fit in a quick 2 miles on the treadmill today before lunch. I had hoped to go out, but it was raining quite heavily, and I'm a bit of a wimp. I don't 'do' cold, and I don't 'do' rain.
'What will you do if it rains on the day of the marathon?' Hubby asked.
'It won't,' I replied, 'It just won't.'
I hope I'm right!
I can't believe how fast the last few months and weeks have gone.
I am incredibly frustrated that my injury slowed me down so much, but relieved that I am back to training properly again, and so far the injury is being kept at bay.
I wasn't too achy after Wednesdays 12 miles, and have been doing lots of stretching.
Sundays are always busy, but I managed to fit in a quick 2 miles on the treadmill today before lunch. I had hoped to go out, but it was raining quite heavily, and I'm a bit of a wimp. I don't 'do' cold, and I don't 'do' rain.
'What will you do if it rains on the day of the marathon?' Hubby asked.
'It won't,' I replied, 'It just won't.'
I hope I'm right!
Wednesday 9 February 2011
A demanding dozen
It was disappointing to wake up to rain after yesterdays sunshine, but I was determined not to be defeated by the weather today.
I left the house at the same time as oldest daughter and walked with her to school. It was a lovely way to start the day, and gave me the opportunity for a slow warm-up before I did any running.
When she turned left to school, I headed on through Longbridge, along the Redditch Road and into Kings Norton. I've not run this route before and it was nice to try somewhere different for a change, although it was frustrating to have to wait to cross at so many road junctions.
Hubby works in Kings Norton, and I called in to see him to break up the run. His workplace coincided with the 6 mile mark, and so it was a good opportunity to catch my breath and stretch. The bonus was being handed water and a bacon and mushroom sarnie by his colleagues. Thanks guys - both were much appreciated! Maybe I should take this route more often!
After half an hours rest I set off again, this time heading up towards Northfield before turning back towards home. The second half was much harder as it was more uphill, the wind was blowing directly at me and I could feel a blister developing under my left foot.
At least I made it home in the dry, and was able to collapse on the sofa for an hour.
So, I've made it to twelve miles.
My schedule of long runs for the next few weeks is 10-12 miles next week, then up to 14, back to 10-12, up to 16, back again to 10-12 then a final long run of 18 miles. That allows me two weeks to taper before the big day.
In between long runs I'm planning two shorter runs a week of up to 4 miles, depending on how I'm holding up, and I really should start swimming again.
I'm exhausted just writing about it!!
I left the house at the same time as oldest daughter and walked with her to school. It was a lovely way to start the day, and gave me the opportunity for a slow warm-up before I did any running.
When she turned left to school, I headed on through Longbridge, along the Redditch Road and into Kings Norton. I've not run this route before and it was nice to try somewhere different for a change, although it was frustrating to have to wait to cross at so many road junctions.
Hubby works in Kings Norton, and I called in to see him to break up the run. His workplace coincided with the 6 mile mark, and so it was a good opportunity to catch my breath and stretch. The bonus was being handed water and a bacon and mushroom sarnie by his colleagues. Thanks guys - both were much appreciated! Maybe I should take this route more often!
After half an hours rest I set off again, this time heading up towards Northfield before turning back towards home. The second half was much harder as it was more uphill, the wind was blowing directly at me and I could feel a blister developing under my left foot.
At least I made it home in the dry, and was able to collapse on the sofa for an hour.
So, I've made it to twelve miles.
My schedule of long runs for the next few weeks is 10-12 miles next week, then up to 14, back to 10-12, up to 16, back again to 10-12 then a final long run of 18 miles. That allows me two weeks to taper before the big day.
In between long runs I'm planning two shorter runs a week of up to 4 miles, depending on how I'm holding up, and I really should start swimming again.
I'm exhausted just writing about it!!
Monday 7 February 2011
Multitasking
You'll be pleased to know that I did jump on the treadmill on Friday evening to top up my mileage.
Saturday stayed dry, and between us we chopped up enough wood to refill the wood shed. I love sitting in front of an open fire in the winter, and we'll have no worry of running out of fuel for the foreseeable future. In between chopping wood and making coffee and bacon sarnies for hubby while he chopped more wood, I also jumped on and off the treadmill and fitted in four intense runs.
I gave myself the day off yesterday, and was pleased that I wasn't suffering too much from the running - although my shoulders and hands were achy from wood chopping.
Today was incredibly busy at work, but I was determined to do some running as soon as I got home. By the time I'd got tea started it was too dark to go out, so I spent half an hour on the treadmill while helping oldest daughter with her homework project.
I was heartened to see that it was still light when I got home today, so my chances of going out for runs will soon be increased. The treadmill has been great during the winter, but it's not as interesting as being out and about.
Saturday stayed dry, and between us we chopped up enough wood to refill the wood shed. I love sitting in front of an open fire in the winter, and we'll have no worry of running out of fuel for the foreseeable future. In between chopping wood and making coffee and bacon sarnies for hubby while he chopped more wood, I also jumped on and off the treadmill and fitted in four intense runs.
I gave myself the day off yesterday, and was pleased that I wasn't suffering too much from the running - although my shoulders and hands were achy from wood chopping.
Today was incredibly busy at work, but I was determined to do some running as soon as I got home. By the time I'd got tea started it was too dark to go out, so I spent half an hour on the treadmill while helping oldest daughter with her homework project.
I was heartened to see that it was still light when I got home today, so my chances of going out for runs will soon be increased. The treadmill has been great during the winter, but it's not as interesting as being out and about.
Friday 4 February 2011
Must try harder
This really is the wrong time to be feeling exhausted as I need to keep up the momentum of the long runs over the past few weeks. Unfortunately, I'm still not feeling my best, and seem to have run out of steam.
I did the weekly shop at the supermarket this morning (a challenge in itself!) and then forced myself to go out. I was determined not to let another day go by without doing anything, but I knew I wouldn't get far before I set off.
I didn't take my Garmin, so it's just an estimate, but I think I only managed about 2 miles. The wind is blowing an absolute gale, and when you're heading directly into it most of your energy goes into staying upright; any forwards motion is a bonus.
I'm trying to tell myself that I was good to go out - that I could have just sat in the warm with a cup of tea - but it's simply not good enough. I will try to either go out again later on, or spend a bit of time on the treadmill.
Does anyone know where I can buy a big bag of motivation...?
I did the weekly shop at the supermarket this morning (a challenge in itself!) and then forced myself to go out. I was determined not to let another day go by without doing anything, but I knew I wouldn't get far before I set off.
I didn't take my Garmin, so it's just an estimate, but I think I only managed about 2 miles. The wind is blowing an absolute gale, and when you're heading directly into it most of your energy goes into staying upright; any forwards motion is a bonus.
I'm trying to tell myself that I was good to go out - that I could have just sat in the warm with a cup of tea - but it's simply not good enough. I will try to either go out again later on, or spend a bit of time on the treadmill.
Does anyone know where I can buy a big bag of motivation...?
Thursday 3 February 2011
The best laid plans...
It's been such a busy week at work, and at home, hence the lack of posts. I can't say I've been overly diligent on the exercise front, although I have managed to fit in a couple of short runs and an hour of aerobics before work on Tuesday.
My long run was planned for today - I was aiming for 10 miles - but I think I've picked up a bit of a sickness bug, or eaten something dodgy. I'll spare you the details, but I'm sorry to report that the run will have to wait until I feel better - hopefully tomorrow. I only hope that when I do get to venture out the weather is like it is now. It's still very cold, but the sun is shining and I have an optimistic feel that spring is well and truly on the way.
So...back to bed, I think. At least I have a good book to read!
My long run was planned for today - I was aiming for 10 miles - but I think I've picked up a bit of a sickness bug, or eaten something dodgy. I'll spare you the details, but I'm sorry to report that the run will have to wait until I feel better - hopefully tomorrow. I only hope that when I do get to venture out the weather is like it is now. It's still very cold, but the sun is shining and I have an optimistic feel that spring is well and truly on the way.
So...back to bed, I think. At least I have a good book to read!
Thursday 27 January 2011
Remember me...?
It's been so long since my last post I think most of you must have forgotten me, but I'm still here, and haven't just been sat on the settee all week eating (that was just Tuesday!).
I've done a couple of hour runs on the treadmill, and on Sunday my friend hopped on the exercise bike alongside me while I ran, which helped to pass the time, and I was very grateful for the company.
As usual, today was 'long run' day, but I was a bit dismayed to see that snow had started to fall before I'd even reached the end of the road. I did a few quick mental calculations and decided that I could still do 9 miles, but that I'd follow the bus routes. That way, if the snow set in, I could hop on a bus and take the cowards route home!
I always carry small change for just such an emergency, but I've never needed to use it. I also carry a front door key, my inhaler, my mobile phone, some tissues (I always get a runny nose running in the cold!) and, if it's warmer, I carry water, too. I really need an assistant to run along side me with a bag full of my essentials. I had hoped one of the children would oblige, but they seem less than impressed at the idea.
The wind was absolutely bitter today, and which ever direction I headed it seemed to be blowing in my face, which wasn't the best. Fortunately, by the time I was heading past Northfield (3.5 miles in) the snow stopped, and other than a couple of light flurries I managed to get home in the dry.
I quite like the route I took today; the first 4 miles were mainly uphill, miles 4-6 were flatter, and the last three miles were predominantly downhill. I might well use that route in the future, as there are plenty of possible diversions to make it slightly longer.
The blister plaster did a good job today, and a friend has recommended some INNOV8 socks, so I'll keep an eye out for them. Believe it or not, the part of me that suffered most today was my ears! They were so cold they felt like they were swollen, and I really must remind hubby to find my woolly hat.
Hubby...if you're reading this...take note! Find the hat you borrowed from me, or buy me a new one! Soon!
I've done a couple of hour runs on the treadmill, and on Sunday my friend hopped on the exercise bike alongside me while I ran, which helped to pass the time, and I was very grateful for the company.
As usual, today was 'long run' day, but I was a bit dismayed to see that snow had started to fall before I'd even reached the end of the road. I did a few quick mental calculations and decided that I could still do 9 miles, but that I'd follow the bus routes. That way, if the snow set in, I could hop on a bus and take the cowards route home!
I always carry small change for just such an emergency, but I've never needed to use it. I also carry a front door key, my inhaler, my mobile phone, some tissues (I always get a runny nose running in the cold!) and, if it's warmer, I carry water, too. I really need an assistant to run along side me with a bag full of my essentials. I had hoped one of the children would oblige, but they seem less than impressed at the idea.
The wind was absolutely bitter today, and which ever direction I headed it seemed to be blowing in my face, which wasn't the best. Fortunately, by the time I was heading past Northfield (3.5 miles in) the snow stopped, and other than a couple of light flurries I managed to get home in the dry.
I quite like the route I took today; the first 4 miles were mainly uphill, miles 4-6 were flatter, and the last three miles were predominantly downhill. I might well use that route in the future, as there are plenty of possible diversions to make it slightly longer.
The blister plaster did a good job today, and a friend has recommended some INNOV8 socks, so I'll keep an eye out for them. Believe it or not, the part of me that suffered most today was my ears! They were so cold they felt like they were swollen, and I really must remind hubby to find my woolly hat.
Hubby...if you're reading this...take note! Find the hat you borrowed from me, or buy me a new one! Soon!
Friday 21 January 2011
A present in the post
I have two pieces of good news today...
First, my Asthma UK t-shirt has arrived, so I can get busy and personalise it ready for the big day. I've been told more than once that if you put your name on your race day t-shirt, the crowds will call out your name to egg you on, and I think I'll need all the encouragement I can get.
Second, I went to see the physio this morning, and she is confident enough with my progress to leave me without a follow up appointment. If I need to go back in the next four weeks, I can just ring, but otherwise, I'm on my own. Hurrah!
I did a gentle two miles today, and although I'm a bit achy, I seem to have survived yesterdays long outing...except for the blister, which is very sore. I think it's time to invest in some new socks.
First, my Asthma UK t-shirt has arrived, so I can get busy and personalise it ready for the big day. I've been told more than once that if you put your name on your race day t-shirt, the crowds will call out your name to egg you on, and I think I'll need all the encouragement I can get.
Second, I went to see the physio this morning, and she is confident enough with my progress to leave me without a follow up appointment. If I need to go back in the next four weeks, I can just ring, but otherwise, I'm on my own. Hurrah!
I did a gentle two miles today, and although I'm a bit achy, I seem to have survived yesterdays long outing...except for the blister, which is very sore. I think it's time to invest in some new socks.
Thursday 20 January 2011
Upping the miles
How is it a week since my last long run? Time really is going so fast, and there are just three months left until the big day.
There was a really heavy frost overnight, and the pavements crunched underfoot. It was treacherous in places, so I was exceptionally mindful of keeping my balance. That said, the sky was blue and the sun was shining brightly, and from the warmth of the house you could mistake the day for summer. One foot through the front door and into the sub-zero temperatures soon dispelled that thought!
Less than a mile in, crossing the bridge over the main road, chaos reigned. Police cars, ambulances and fire engines were attending to a multiple pile up, and traffic was being re-routed. That kind of scene always sends a shiver down my spine, and I hope no-one was seriously injured.
After three to four miles, I was making good time, but gradually the sun disappeared behind the clouds and I descended into heavy fog. This seemed to reduce the oxygen content of the air by 50%, and I had to slow down a lot to keep my breathing even. All things considered, though, my breathing is so much better than it used to be, and I managed to keep going without using my inhaler.
Miles 5-6 were better as the fog cleared and the sun was back out, but it was all uphill, and hard going. Mile 7 got me back to the bridge over the accident. The road was still closed, and police were still redirecting the traffic, but the scene felt a little calmer than before.
The last mile home felt easy (other than knowing that a blister was forming on the side of my heel, and I couldn't do anything about it), and I made it home 0.2 miles ahead of my virtual partner.
It certainly feels good to be back up to a reasonable training level, although I'm very conscious that I'd like to be doing more miles at this point. All in all, I enjoyed an excellent run today, and I have a very impressive blister to prove it!
There was a really heavy frost overnight, and the pavements crunched underfoot. It was treacherous in places, so I was exceptionally mindful of keeping my balance. That said, the sky was blue and the sun was shining brightly, and from the warmth of the house you could mistake the day for summer. One foot through the front door and into the sub-zero temperatures soon dispelled that thought!
Less than a mile in, crossing the bridge over the main road, chaos reigned. Police cars, ambulances and fire engines were attending to a multiple pile up, and traffic was being re-routed. That kind of scene always sends a shiver down my spine, and I hope no-one was seriously injured.
After three to four miles, I was making good time, but gradually the sun disappeared behind the clouds and I descended into heavy fog. This seemed to reduce the oxygen content of the air by 50%, and I had to slow down a lot to keep my breathing even. All things considered, though, my breathing is so much better than it used to be, and I managed to keep going without using my inhaler.
Miles 5-6 were better as the fog cleared and the sun was back out, but it was all uphill, and hard going. Mile 7 got me back to the bridge over the accident. The road was still closed, and police were still redirecting the traffic, but the scene felt a little calmer than before.
The last mile home felt easy (other than knowing that a blister was forming on the side of my heel, and I couldn't do anything about it), and I made it home 0.2 miles ahead of my virtual partner.
It certainly feels good to be back up to a reasonable training level, although I'm very conscious that I'd like to be doing more miles at this point. All in all, I enjoyed an excellent run today, and I have a very impressive blister to prove it!
Tuesday 18 January 2011
An early start
Ok...it wasn't that early, but I did give up my lazy morning in bed (before my late night at work) to give oldest daughter a lift to school.I'm all for a bit of multitasking, so I threw on my running shoes, hopped the dog into the boot of the car, and headed on to Cofton Park for half an hour.
Even though we live on the edge of Birmingham, we're surrounded by beautiful countryside, and the dog loves nothing more than to run and run. Unfortunately, he's useless on a lead, so the only way he does get exercised is in wide open spaces, but that suits him just fine.
Some places were quite muddy underfoot - the park still hasn't recovered from the Pope's visit in the Autumn - so I headed for the higher slopes where the ground was a bit firmer. The dog usually does all he can to scupper my runs, including jumping up at me and constantly criss-crossing in front of my legs, but today he was far more interested in a small flock of magpies that had the audacity to try to land. He managed to keep them airborne for most of the time we were there, and I couldn't quite understand why they didn't just fly off somewhere out of the range of the pesky chocolate labrador.
I would tell you how far I did, but I never did get round to recharging my Garmin, so your guess is as good as mine. I didn't exactly push myself, but it was great to be out in the early morning sunshine. Now the big question is...back to bed with my book, or do some jobs before work. Hmmm....
Thursday 13 January 2011
Recharging the batteries
Thursdays are now set aside for my longest training session of the week, and I got back up to somewhere between five and a half and six miles today. I would normally be able to tell you exactly how far I'd done, but my Garmin signalled 'low battery' at 2 miles, and finally died at just under 5 miles.
It was really warm this morning, and the rain held off, so it was a pleasant run out. My calves were still achy before I'd even set off, so I spend a few minutes warming up in the house and doing some gentle stretches, then spent a lot of time stretching when I got home.
I'd like to say that I've come home all revved up and enthusiastic to get on with the cleaning, shopping, tidying and washing that needs doing, but, like my Garmin, I think I'm running on low battery too.
Maybe an hour with my feet up is in order, and then I'll see what the rest of the day brings.
It was really warm this morning, and the rain held off, so it was a pleasant run out. My calves were still achy before I'd even set off, so I spend a few minutes warming up in the house and doing some gentle stretches, then spent a lot of time stretching when I got home.
I'd like to say that I've come home all revved up and enthusiastic to get on with the cleaning, shopping, tidying and washing that needs doing, but, like my Garmin, I think I'm running on low battery too.
Maybe an hour with my feet up is in order, and then I'll see what the rest of the day brings.
Wednesday 12 January 2011
Plan? What plan...?
I can't believe how much the new calf exercises are making my legs ache! I'm trying to console myself with the thought that I must be doing them right, and it must be doing some good.
I couldn't face going out today, and didn't want to go on the treadmill, but knew if I did nothing I'd be cross with myself.
Inspiration struck, and I dug out an exercise DVD. I have quite a collection; some celebrity ones that would be more useful remoulded into plant pots, but a few old faithfuls that have helped me get fit in the past (especially when the children were young, and I couldn't get out to a gym).
I chose a 'Rosemary Conley Whole Body Workout', and followed the thirty minute aerobic section and twenty minute toning session.
It was surprisingly good fun to do, although I always make sure the curtains are closed. It's a bit off putting when the postman takes a shortcut past the front window and catches me doing stretches with baked bean tins for weights...trust me...it's happened in the past, and it's very embarrassing when the next recorded delivery letter arrives.
The truth is, I'm a lot further away from my plan than I would like to be, but I'm trying not to get too stressed about it. I know if I push too hard now I'll be out of the running altogether, and I've worked too hard to let that happen.
I couldn't face going out today, and didn't want to go on the treadmill, but knew if I did nothing I'd be cross with myself.
Inspiration struck, and I dug out an exercise DVD. I have quite a collection; some celebrity ones that would be more useful remoulded into plant pots, but a few old faithfuls that have helped me get fit in the past (especially when the children were young, and I couldn't get out to a gym).
I chose a 'Rosemary Conley Whole Body Workout', and followed the thirty minute aerobic section and twenty minute toning session.
It was surprisingly good fun to do, although I always make sure the curtains are closed. It's a bit off putting when the postman takes a shortcut past the front window and catches me doing stretches with baked bean tins for weights...trust me...it's happened in the past, and it's very embarrassing when the next recorded delivery letter arrives.
The truth is, I'm a lot further away from my plan than I would like to be, but I'm trying not to get too stressed about it. I know if I push too hard now I'll be out of the running altogether, and I've worked too hard to let that happen.
Monday 10 January 2011
Stretched to the limit
I went back to see the physio today, and this was combined with an appointment with Mr Orthotics. The good news is that there is no need to adjust the orthotics that I have, and they seem to be doing an adequate job of supporting my arches.
I've been given some more calf strengthening exercises, and I have to go back to icing my ankles three times a day, and always after exercise. (Just to clarify, that's icing with cold packs, not decorating them using an icing tube filled with a buttercream mixture!) There's nothing like sitting with ice packs pressed onto your extremities when temperatures are barely above freezing outside. Why can't the icing wait until the summer?
The bad news is that even with all the stretching, icing and strengthening work, my ankle might not be strong enough for April. It's very hard to prepare for such a big challenge with this thought in the back of my mind, but I've always worked on a 'one day at a time' principle, and I don't see any reason to change that now. On that basis, I was fit enough today to do my stretches and a couple of miles on the treadmill, so that's what I did.
What tomorrow, or the day after, or next week, or next month will bring, I don't know...but maybe it's best that way.
I've been given some more calf strengthening exercises, and I have to go back to icing my ankles three times a day, and always after exercise. (Just to clarify, that's icing with cold packs, not decorating them using an icing tube filled with a buttercream mixture!) There's nothing like sitting with ice packs pressed onto your extremities when temperatures are barely above freezing outside. Why can't the icing wait until the summer?
The bad news is that even with all the stretching, icing and strengthening work, my ankle might not be strong enough for April. It's very hard to prepare for such a big challenge with this thought in the back of my mind, but I've always worked on a 'one day at a time' principle, and I don't see any reason to change that now. On that basis, I was fit enough today to do my stretches and a couple of miles on the treadmill, so that's what I did.
What tomorrow, or the day after, or next week, or next month will bring, I don't know...but maybe it's best that way.
Friday 7 January 2011
Just when we thought it was safe to go out...
...we woke this morning to a fresh covering of snow, with more falling. Now I'm twice as glad that I made the effort to go out yesterday, because I was confined to the treadmill this afternoon. I only did half an hour today as my leg felt a bit sore after yesterdays longer run. I've spent more time than usual stretching today, and that seems to have paid off.
I really must move the treadmill a bit. It's still next to a radiator, and after a few minutes it feels like I'm running in a sauna. Although, on second thoughts, maybe that will help to get rid of some of the extra pounds that I managed to collect during the holidays!
I've had good news today...I got 38/40 in the work Christmas quiz, and came first! Sadly this doesn't bring with it a luxury holiday or a pay rise, but a sense of satisfaction, and justification for spending most of December trawling the internet for random facts and figures.
I really must move the treadmill a bit. It's still next to a radiator, and after a few minutes it feels like I'm running in a sauna. Although, on second thoughts, maybe that will help to get rid of some of the extra pounds that I managed to collect during the holidays!
I've had good news today...I got 38/40 in the work Christmas quiz, and came first! Sadly this doesn't bring with it a luxury holiday or a pay rise, but a sense of satisfaction, and justification for spending most of December trawling the internet for random facts and figures.
Thursday 6 January 2011
Slip slidin' away
It was chilly this morning, but dry, so I went out for my run rather than being couped up on the treadmill. By the time I reached half way down the road, I'd nearly fallen over twice. The pavements and roads were covered in ground frost, and it certainly added to the challenge of staying upright.
I went out with the intention of covering 4 miles, which I did, but I took it quite easy. This was probably a good thing, as by the half way point - and the furthest distance from home - I realised that I'd forgotten to pick up my mobile phone and inhaler. I think I mentioned the other day that I felt like I had a cold coming. So far, this hasn't materialised (phew!) but I am still wheezy on and off, so keeping the pace down for the last two miles home was easily justified.
I love being out because it gives me time to think without any other distractions. This morning, I spent my run toying with titles for an exhibition that I'm currently organising at work. I wonder if I can claim that back as overtime...?!
I went out with the intention of covering 4 miles, which I did, but I took it quite easy. This was probably a good thing, as by the half way point - and the furthest distance from home - I realised that I'd forgotten to pick up my mobile phone and inhaler. I think I mentioned the other day that I felt like I had a cold coming. So far, this hasn't materialised (phew!) but I am still wheezy on and off, so keeping the pace down for the last two miles home was easily justified.
I love being out because it gives me time to think without any other distractions. This morning, I spent my run toying with titles for an exhibition that I'm currently organising at work. I wonder if I can claim that back as overtime...?!
Tuesday 4 January 2011
Back to reality
Christmas and New Year have come and gone, and there are no more holidays or long weekends to come, so it really is back to the usual routine from today.
I'm working late tonight, so got my exercise in early by running a couple of miles. I've been a bit wheezy and sneezy this morning, so wonder if I'm coming down with a bit of a cold. I hope that it won't come to anything.
Somehow I've managed to put on half a stone in the last three weeks, so need to work hard to get rid of it again. How is it so easy to eat extra, and so difficult to work it off? I was told many years ago that eating chocolate while standing on one leg means that you don't absorb any of the calories, but I'm beginning to think that this might not be the case. Hmmm. Now where did I leave those carrot sticks...?
I'm working late tonight, so got my exercise in early by running a couple of miles. I've been a bit wheezy and sneezy this morning, so wonder if I'm coming down with a bit of a cold. I hope that it won't come to anything.
Somehow I've managed to put on half a stone in the last three weeks, so need to work hard to get rid of it again. How is it so easy to eat extra, and so difficult to work it off? I was told many years ago that eating chocolate while standing on one leg means that you don't absorb any of the calories, but I'm beginning to think that this might not be the case. Hmmm. Now where did I leave those carrot sticks...?
Saturday 1 January 2011
Happy New Year!
I went to physio yesterday morning, and after 20 minutes of soft tissue massage was told that the flexibility is the muscle is almost normal...a proud moment...I think it's the first time any part of me has been deemed such.
Last night was New Year's Eve, and we celebrated with friends - plenty of food, some Mario Carting and Buzz playing on the Wii, a musical interlude (a combination of piano, guitar and flute playing as well as some singing), all topped off with a glass of bubby at midnight. A perfect start to a New Year.
The first day of 2011 has been grey and drizzly, but I was determined to get out. My leg is quite sore from yesterday, and I felt that a couple of miles walk would probably help. It was lovely to be joined by various family members (and the dog), although the light drizzle that we set off in turned into heavier rain half way round. It was good to get out in the fresh air, and even better to return home to bacon sarnies!
I hope 2011 will be a happy and healthy year for you xx
Last night was New Year's Eve, and we celebrated with friends - plenty of food, some Mario Carting and Buzz playing on the Wii, a musical interlude (a combination of piano, guitar and flute playing as well as some singing), all topped off with a glass of bubby at midnight. A perfect start to a New Year.
The first day of 2011 has been grey and drizzly, but I was determined to get out. My leg is quite sore from yesterday, and I felt that a couple of miles walk would probably help. It was lovely to be joined by various family members (and the dog), although the light drizzle that we set off in turned into heavier rain half way round. It was good to get out in the fresh air, and even better to return home to bacon sarnies!
I hope 2011 will be a happy and healthy year for you xx
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