My running group leader, Mandy said we might feel depressed after the marathon. Committing so much of our time, energy and focus on that one thing for so long can leave you feeling a little lost when it all comes to a sudden halt. The runners high of crossing that finish line sadly, eventually does wear off and apparently it is unacceptable to wear the medal everyday for the rest of my life? Who knew?
Thankfully, my hiatus is not because I have fallen victim to Post Marathon Depression, although I miss my Saturday morning group run, I do not miss spending 3-4 hours running. I am very happy and have been having a whale of a time (that’s a strange expression for a non-swimmer). I have however felt a lack of inspiration and had zero motivation to write. I tried reading back my old posts to see what I actually wrote about before marathon training, but that just made me cringe, ha!
I’ve had a well deserved rest. I ran a whopping total of 3 miles in the last month, I use the term ‘ran’ very loosely. I haven’t done much exercise at all and have instead invested my time in making memories with friends, family and my newly acquainted running buddies. My facial muscles and abs hurt from laughing and smiling so I’m classing that as worthwhile exercise.
I have had SO much fun, still, I feel uninspired to write…
My head is bursting with fun, life-loving thoughts after crossing something so monumental off the old bucket list. Following it up with more awesomeness like well earned celebratory drinks with my run group, a triple dating sing along to a very convincing Elvis tribute act, recuperating with a glorious spa day with my best friends, re-igniting my social life with a girls trip to Spain that became a giggle-fest from start to finish, watching two of my dearest friends take their vows at the prettiest wedding ever, basking in extremely, rare Scottish sunshine and watching my twin nieces reach milestones that require baby-proofing EVERYTHING.
Equally, my head is filled with deeply powerful thoughts about recent terror attacks both close to home and further afield, politics (eye roll) a general election that made me not want to use my right to vote, devastation for the victims and survivors of the Grenfell Tower fire and the painful news that one of my beautiful twin nieces will endure lifelong struggles with Cerebal Palsy.
A mixed bag of thoughts, highs and lows, things I’d typically share, even if just to look back on when I forget them in another few months… still I felt uninspired to write…
I have neglected commenting on my favourite bloggers posts and have barely logged into WordPress over the last month – I had to delete the WP app on my phone because ‘cannot take photo iPhone storage full’ became annoying pretty quickly.
Today I logged in and read this post. Instantly reminding me how much I love reading other peoples memories and thoughts which gave me the motivation needed to write this post explanation of absence.
I am excited to get back into ‘blogging’ and to read about..to name just a few.. Brittany’s recent adventures in Ireland, Liz’s dream trip to Iceland (I’m waiting Liz) to laugh out loud at Fatty McCupcakes and The Captains Speech and to nod in agreement at Quinn’s Thoughts on… not forgetting some of my favourite running blogs, some of whom are beginning Marathon training… I can’t wait to follow training progress knowing my own is OVER, ha!
I’m back, the sun is shining my birthday MONTH is fast approaching and most importantly NO more marathon training updates **crowd cheers for abnormally long time
What have I missed guys? Let me know what you’ve been up to!
1.This post is LONG and boring if you are not interested much in running.
2.This post is probably also going to be a bit..all over the place… as 5 days on my memories are fading rapidly.
3. You might want to grab yourself a cuppa. SATURDAY
I woke up extremely nervous, I had been really excited on Friday but today I was nauseous and any mention of the marathon had me close to tears. I decided to man up and meet a few of my run buddies for lunch. Lynne was as high as a kite, Cally was trying to fight off a cold and was worried she might not be fit to run (we made her sit two seats away so she didn’t infect us) and Elaine was ‘just fine’. I explained that I knew in my head I would finish the race, I just didn’t know if it was going to be a great run or a really terrible run and my gut feeling was telling me it would be the latter, which actually scared me. A bad 3 mile run is bearable a bad 26.2 is unimaginable. I had to force down my smoked salmon and cream cheese sourdough as I really had zero appetite but it was delicious.
After brunch I headed to Run4it, they had a therapist from PhysioFocus there applying RockTape for any runners who felt they needed it. I didn’t think it would help with my IT band, which had been sore for a week now but Lynne said to give it a go, ‘even if it works psychologically’. I queued for 40 minutes to see the physio but the time passed pretty quickly as I spoke to two girls in the queue, who were also first time marathoners and hearing other people with the same nerves and niggles sort of helped me. I actually got a bit excited. Mandy was working and gave me a little pep talk and said she’d be cheering from the shop and would look out for me and the rest of the group. Eventually, Sara the physio applied my tape and said they would have a station at mile 10 on the route if I needed anything on the day, the poor girl had been rushed of her feet with runners with last minute niggles.
The tape lasted a whole 3 hours as I had my niece, Harper sitting on my lap, I didn’t realise she was fiddling with it and had stuck me to the sofa, I couldn’t get it to stick back on, so that was that, haha.
After a delicious steak dinner made by my Mum, I tried to put my playlist from iPhone on to my iPod shuffle and failed miserably as my laptop crashed. I had made a big song and dance about a playlist (excuse the pun). I had asked everyone who sponsored me to leave a song request, so I had a good variety and exactly 5 hours worth of music, my goal was to finish before it started repeating itself. I was gutted I didn’t get to use my new pink iPod but I still had the playlist on my phone so all was not lost.
SUNDAY – RACE DAY
I’m not sure I slept at all but my alarm went off at 5.30am and I made Kevin and I breakfast. Force feeding myself porridge was not fun. I decided to leave my peanut butter and banana bagel for the journey but didn’t manage to eat all of it. Kevin scoffed his in less than 30 seconds.
We got ourselves dressed and ready. My running belt was already packed with gels, jelly babies and some toilet roll, before we headed for our bus. We got to the pick up point at 6.50, I was meeting my run buddies there at 7 but we were directed on to a bus that needed to be filled to leave in 5 minutes. I text Mairi to let her know and that I’d get her there.
The weather was perfect, overcast, not too warm, not cold and no wind, but it was estimated that by lunchtime it would either be raining or sunshine (I told you we can’t predict the weather here). Thankfully it went in our favour, a few showers but nothing too bad, not much fun for the spectators though.
We arrived at Blair Drummond Safari Park with just under 2 hours before my start time of 9.20, we chatted to some people, ate a banana and watched Liz McColgan and Zola Budd being interviewed then I headed for the toilet… 50 MINUTES LATER… really there were not enough toilets.. It was time to head to our corral and I was a bit worried I hadn’t seen any of my running buddies.
Eventually I bumped into Catherine, she said she had seen the rest of them earlier, they were just a bit in front so I felt a little better. Catherine was so excited it made my nerves disappear.
We were just behind the 4hr 30 pacer/Duracell bunny and I said to Kevin although my 4.30 goal was probably not acheivable, I’d like to stay with the pacer for as long as I could manage. Kev said his goal was to stay with me for as long as he could manage, he thought he would eventually fall behind due to his lack of training (and was probably still recovering from Vegas). I imagined he would stay with me to conserve energy before leaving me to eat his dust.
Finally I was buzzing to get going. Eye of the Tiger was blasting, everyone joked that the Safari Park had released the lions and we were off!
I tried to take a picture of the giraffes as we passed but it didn’t work so my music went on and my phone was safely tucked in my back pocket.
I made a conscious effort not to run off too fast but the Duracell bunny seemed to just rocket off, so I gave up on my 4hr 30 very quickly.
My music randomly stopped playing after just one track (Kanye West-Stronger) so annoying but I was feeling great, chatting to Kevin, Catherine and her friend Sarah so I just left it and decided I’d sort it when I had walk in a few miles. Except, I didn’t stop, I just kept on going, I felt amazing.
The first 3 miles were pretty rural but there was the odd little sprinkling of spectators from nearby farms cheering us on before hitting the village of Doune where the crowd were amazing. I was watching out for my boss, Iona who lives there and managed to get a hug with her and her little girl. Catherine and Sarah fired on ahead as we left Doune for another 4 rural, undulating miles before hitting Kevins home town of Dunblane. During these miles I met sharkey- a guy running with a shark hat on his head, shark compression socks and a photo of a shark on his back, I explained to him I had a phobia of sharks he laughed and then disappeared, I’m not sure if he was run/walking but he popped up a lot throughout the route and I joked with him that he was helping me run faster. In fact my work colleague told me after that she saw sharkey and thought ‘she must have missed me, as I’d definately be in front of him’ ha.
The crowd in Dunblane was immense and I honestly felt like I was floating through the High Street, high fives from kids and all of the runners were clapping and thanking the amazing crowd. Kevin’s friend Findlay was in Dunblane with his wife and kids so we got extra cheers and high fives from them before making the climb out of Dunblane towards Bridge of Allan. It was here I found my friend Kevin, he was running for his Mum who sadly passed away a few months ago, I knew this race would be emotional for him and when I saw him ahead of me I choked up and had tears, I went over and gave him the biggest hug, telling him he was doing amazing.
Mile 10, still feeling great and keeping to pace, I bumped into my run buddy Lisa, more hugs. We ran chatting with Lisa, she said the group had been worried when they hadn’t got to speak to me at the start line. We hit Bridge of Allan and the crowds were going wild. Mandy was outside the shop, like she said she would be, with a microphone and full sound system she was screaming our names, Lisa ran into the shop to use the toilet and Kevin and I continued on to the half way mark loop up and around Stirling University. I ran this loop a few weeks prior with the group and remember struggling up the hill, today however, I barely noticed the hill, powering on chatting to Kevin, pointing out runners in costume and laughing at funny signs ‘IF TRUMP CAN RUN SO CAN YOU’ my favourite was one of Dory from Finding Dory that said ‘Just Keep Swimming’ …I’m a sucker for a Disney movie. My sister had made one that had Buddy the Elf and read ‘I just like to run, running is my Favourite’
After the decline from the University, back on to the main road I remember saying to Kevin ‘how are we halfway already?’ ‘Why do I feel so great?’ ‘I’ve been smiling for two hours’
I saw lots of familiar faces in the Bridge of Allan crowds and it just felt amazing, some of my run buddies family members were on bikes to cheer us on a several spots throughout town which I thought was amazing.
Mile 15, we passed the 4hr 30 pacer although we hadn’t changed pace, I knew he had set off too fast. I noticed Kevin starting to drop back then catch up again, he said he was ‘OK just starting to cramp’
The next two miles headed into the city centre, I knew it would have few spectators but I did get a hug from my work colleague Tracy, who missed her sister passing because she shouting for me, ooops! Kevin decided he would jump into a bush for the toilet and I made an effort to start chatting to the nearest runners so that I didn’t feel lonely and lose my momentum. I ran with Chris and Sophie who had just met but were as crazy as each other as they are both running Edinburgh Marathon this weekend… a week later!!! Sophie was taking a 10 second video at every mile marker so I ended up in a few of those. Kevin caught back up at mile 17 just as we reached the bridge into the heart of the city. The crowd in the city centre were amazing, I couldn’t believe how busy it was especially as it was still raining.
Miles 17-19 were the first half of the 2.5 loops of the town that everyone had been dreading and at mile 18 Kevin’s sprint to catch up with me after his pee bit him in the butt ‘Just keep going, youre doing amazing but I’m going to have to walk’. I made sure he was ok and then headed on up Dumbarton Road.
Between 19 and 20 I saw my friends and family who were all going bananas screaming for me, my Mum missed me, she was too busy cheering on other runners, but I knew I’d see her next time round. As I passed through the lapping system (we were to pass through on the right twice and the third time pass through the left to the finish line) I stupidly looked to my left, seeing all the finishers running down the tunnel. It hit me hard – I have to run round this loop TWICE.
I tried to keep pace but I think I slowed. I tried to speak to other runners but everyone around me seemed too exhausted (maybe they were already on lap 2) and at mile 22 I lost my mojo and slowed to a walk, I don’t know why I didn’t think to have another gel or get my music playing to spur me on (I just thought of that now, ha) 30 seconds walk and I picked up the pace and tried to run for as much as possible which turned out to be only another mile and a half. The loop was 3 miles and although mostly flat it was undulating slightly and we had to run through narrow underpasses with steep little climbs out of them. Back over the bridge into the city centre the 4hr 30 pacer passed me, this spurred me on, as well as hitting those awesome crowds again. Massive cheers from my family at the lapping station where I nipped past that Duracell Bunny once again. Last time through the right hand side and one more loop to go… I questioned this in my head for another mile? I was still on schedule for under 4hr 30, which to me was crazy? Had I missed a lap? it was so confusing on the loop you could see mile markers for each lap. Only 3 miles to go… sounds easy right?
Mile 23, Ahead of me I spotted Catherine’s friend Sarah who I had started with, she was having a walk, also on her last lap, so I walked for a minute chatting with her then we had bursts of running that saw us pass and be overtaken by the pacer several times.
I know the walking breaks were all just mental weakness because with the exception of my hips starting to hurt very slightly, I felt great but I just couldn’t get my groove back and the miles felt so long!
Sarah said we should nail the last two miles when we hit the 24 mile marker, I agreed. I lasted half a mile before I was walking again. With a mile and a half to go I tried my hardest to walk as little as possible but watched as my Garmin reminded me my 4hr 30 finish was now out of reach but I thought hopefully still a 4hr 30-something. Run/walking got me to the last half mile and the crowd got me running to the lapping system where I very happily moved over to the left hand side, gave my family a wave and sprinted the final 200m to cross the finish line in exactly…
4 hours 40 minutes and 07seconds
I have no words to explain how awesome crossing that line felt.
I felt a bit lost at the end, the place was packed and I didn’t know where to go. I checked the tracker app and it looked like Kevin would be another 9-10 minutes. My friend Lynsay had been tracking us and was sending messages, she sounded excited haha, am I right Lyns? Our friend Kevin wasn’t too far away either and for the first time the whole day I had a bit of a cry.
Guys, I beat KEVIN, I never beat him at anything, well except maybe hide and seek, ha! Kevin done amazing too considering his lack of prep and I honestly don’t think my run would have gone so well had he not been with me for 19 miles. ❤️
I found my Mum, sister and brother-in-law and we all watched Kevin cross the line before catching up with the rest of my cheer squad.
I tried to catch up with my running group, who all done absolutely amazing but didn’t quite catch all of them.
Afterwards I went to a BBQ at Kevin’s sisters, she had ran the 5k in the morning and had some friends over, then I went to the pub to share a gin(or two) with my friend Kevin, who had done his Mum so proud.
I’m joining the run group tonight for dinner and drinks to celebrate becoming marathoners. Dress code: flip-flops and medals, ha!
Mandy or group run leader from Run4it, Bridge of Allan shared her thoughts on training the group here.
I know my time isn’t great by any decent runners standards but I am so happy to just tick RUN A MARATHON off my list!
….you know those last few miles cost me a sub 4.30….just kidding guys! I loved every minute but it’s definitely my first and last!
300+ miles over 5 months of training runs, dedicating time 4-5 days a week to running, long runs that get longer every week, adjusting your diet, testing race nutrition, testing kit, hydrating, running hills, speed training, adjusting your pace, driving routes to make water drops the night before a long run, muscle cramps, tightness, niggles, injuries, foam rolling and sports massages.
…race day is just the finish line
The marathon is the mental battle…
I can’t do this! I can’t even run a 2 hour half marathon! I’m too slow! I’m not even a real runner! I can’t do it! Why am I struggling on a 4 mile run when I managed 15 miles just 2 days ago? I’m at the back of the group again! I’m done in! The injured runners are passing me! I can’t do it! The older people are faster than me! I can’t do this! I can’t look at that 20 miles on my programme it scares me! 26.2 miles is a really long way! Why did I sign up for this! I’ve missed a training run I’m never going to do it! I’m too tired to run today!
…and overcoming it when you run 20 miles with energy left in you to continue and your head is finally screaming YES, YES, YES YOU CAN DO IT!
The marathon is watching your body change..
I have lost some upper body strength, the definition in my arms gone and my abs are hidden under a layer of fat, my tummy is more round thanks to ALL the carbs and from me being extremely nieve thinking I could eat everything in sight because I’d be running it off later. My thighs are bigger, my legs are stronger. I have ugly dead skin on my feet from blisters on blisters, all ten have survived but my toenails are cut to a millimetre of life, I have marks from chafing in VERY delicate areas, there’s a white band on my wrist where my Garmin sits. My face has taken a beaten from the ever changing weather and I have aches and pains to rival my 90 year old neighbour.
…but loving it more than you ever have because you’ve watched it do amazing things week after week.
The marathon is running in Scottish weather…
It’s true in Scotland we see all four seasons in a day whatever the season but training from November to May means running in the dark, in snow, on ice, against head wind, tail wind and blow you of the kerb wind, rain in all directions and most recently the sunshine. You’ll have suffered overdressing and stripping layers mid run or under dressing and coming home blue and shivering.
….I think our finishers T-shirts should read I TRAINED THROUGH STORM DORIS.
The marathon is dealing with the pains and niggles..
I was no exception to this, I didn’t lose toenails, suffer shin splints or even migraines like some of my run buddies did but I had my fair share of pains. There was an issue with my foot that I feared was a metatarsal stress fracture which randomly disappeared. Followed by trouble with the IT band at my left knee, I’ve had it before but never as painful as I felt on the last mile of our 17 mile long run thanks to an almighty steep decline from the Ochil Hills. I could barely walk that last mile and it threw me out for my 18 mile run. I thought then it was game over for me. I was already slow but to miss a week or so of training so near the end would definitely ruin my marathon.
…and realising that you are pushing your body further than you ever have of course it’s going to complain.
The marathon is accepting what you can’t control…
The dodgy knee/IT band did not mean I was out but I do have to run slower than I would have liked this means any time goal I had was quite simply disregarded and my goal became crossing the finish line. I found this hard to accept as my running group are still all aiming for the same time goal we set at the beginning of training.
The weather, well we can barely even predict the weather here and unfortunately it can have a huge impact on how your race goes. I’ve had to abandon many a training run because I’m soaked to the skin or it wasn’t sunny when I left but now my shoulders are burning. It’s a case of dealing with what elements are thrown at you on the day.
Some runs are good and some runs are bad, I myself am pretty inconsistent and can’t ever pinpoint what causes a bad run, unfortunately sometimes even race day just isn’t a good run day.
…you’ve just got to go with the flow.
The marathon is ignoring the doubters and not comparing…
I know a lot of good runners who are not running the marathon, some of whom are judging people that are running the marathon… For being bucket listers and not real runners, questioning why we would bother to do it if we know we won’t get a good time, not training sufficiently blah, blah, blah. I’m a bucket lister because I’ve learned through training that this distance is probably not for me. For this race I’m also a charity runner. I won’t get what a runner considers a ‘good time’ and I’m ok with that. I’m running in a race but I’m not racing there’s a difference. I compete with myself and no-one else. I run with a group of girls who can all run faster than I can and I wish them nothing but the best and can’t wait to see how well they do and I know they all wish the same for me.
…26.2 miles is an achievement regardless of how long it takes.
Good Luck if you are running this weekend.
I have scheduled this post to publish as I cross the start line (…except I actuallyforgot to publish it…) So you can read it while I’m pounding the tarmac around Stirlingshire with Liz McGolgan and Zola Budd…well they’ll be pretty far in front of me, ha!
My goals for my first (and last) marathon…
A.Sub 4hrs 30 minutes 😂 the knee claimed that one. A(2) Cross the finish line, hopefully sub 5hr but not putting pressure on myself.
B. Do not die, poo or pee myself.
C. Enjoy the atmosphere, maybe take a selfie or two.
D. Smile for race photos and not be ugly crying in my finishers photo.
The Mr is currently on a flight home from a stag party in Las Vegas, communication has been sparse over the last 6 days, yes 6 days for a stag party? Ridiculous right? After the intial ‘At hotel. Alive’ text to confirm they had a safe journey I heard nothing for 48 hours then received a random photo of his Ceasars Palace bathroom followed by one of his eggs benedict, steak, ribs , potato and melon breakfast, a day later one of the stag with a Mike Tyson-esque eye tattoo (apparently its henna) and another this morning of Mr himself at a gun range holding some sort of weapon of mass destruction. I’m pretty sure I won’t get much conversation tonight as I imagine he will probably collapse into a coma for the next few days to recover from the lost of sleep and alcohol consumption.*
Since he has been gone I’ve found myself reminiscing about a trip we made to Sin City for my 30th birthday. Now, I must confess, my previous past adventures posts have not been written entirely from memory, I used to jot things down in a journal because I have a terrible memory. Vegas however, I wrote nothing. Not. A Thing. I must have taken that quote ‘What happens in Vegas goes on Facebook stays in Vegas.’ quite literally.
Thankfully I do have some photos I was tagged in on Facebook to jog my memory of what actually happened in Vegas..
•Despite visiting Ireland many times and it being widely available here in Scotland, I had my first taste of Guinness in Las Vegas.
It wasn’t for me but that might have been something to do with drinking it at 8am.
I fired a Pink Hello Kitty AK47, a must have for any 10 year old girl!?!? What the.. only in Vegas…I hope!
•Took my first (and last) helicopter flight
•Partied like a rockstar princess
•Rocked out to Queen in Fremont Street
•Solved a murder
•Put it all on black…and lost.
Would you believe red 30 came out and we were all wearing my birthday T-shirts with a red 30 on them!
Las Vegas hadn’t actually ever been on my wishlist, I’m too much of a beach lover, but I read somewhere that Vegas is the adult version of Disneyland and I had always dreamed of a birthday party at Disneyland so it seemed fitting**
The Disneyland comparison was practically spot on. I realised this as I strolled up and down the strip in awe at the size of the hotels saying ‘wow look at that!’ every 20 steps, just like you’d do in the happiest place on earth. There are even rides. I unfortunately was too scared to take on any of the rides at the top of the Stratosphere, the Slotzilla zip line in Fremont Street hadn’t opened yet nor had the High Roller at the Linq but I did brave the old faithful yellow cab rollercoaster in New York New York, with a hangover may I add. The monorail was just as frightening and the incline elevator in the Luxor was more likely to make you throw up (I could not get used to that thing). If like me you are boring not much of an adrenaline junkie you could opt for a relaxing ride in a gondola in the Venetian, but I’d recommend you go for the indoor option, we didn’t and it was HOT out!
You might not shake hands with Mickey Mouse (actually you might) but you will see lots of familiar characters. In fact one of my memorable Vegas moments was seeing a fight break out between Michael Jackson and Big Bird from Sesame St, I wish I’d stuck around to see who won, although I heard Batman swooped in to sort the situation out.
So you see it’s a lot like Disneyland if you just turn a blind eye to the gambling, alcohol, nightclubs, strip shows, hookers and so many naked people.
It’s a fun, wild and crazy place! After a day or two you become immune to the Vegas craziness, sitting at a slot machine with Elvis to the left and a newlywed bride in full bridal wear to the right becomes completely normal. As for the nightclubs we quickly caught on to the fact that girls recieved preferential treatment, bait to get guys in I guess. We were a group of 3 girls and 3 guys and us ladies got in to all the clubs for free and most places offered us free drinks, the guys had to pay to top dollar… I felt guilty about that…for a second.
If celebrity spotting is your thing, you might be in luck. One Direction had a show when were there and we spotted them on the way back to our hotel one afternoon, they were hard to miss as there was a mass of screaming teenagers around them. Less conspicuous, Pharrel Williams was partying in Pure at Ceasars Palace, Donna spotted him as we headed to the rooftop in a glass elevator. Donna and I also went to see Bruno Mars in concert (that’s where I became a fan) we were hoping to go to the after party he was attending but it was our last night in Sin City and we reluctantly headed to bed after the show admitting defeat. Vegas always wins.
And that’s what happened in Vegas. We weren’t too wild (not sure I can say the same for Kevin’s recent trip) I didn’t get married, apparently I did make a marriage proposal to Kevin as we strolled passed the chapel in our hotel at 5.30am… too much tequila, obviously. We didn’t trash our room, steal a tiger or inherit a baby and there was no memory loss, well maybe a little fuzziness.
I can’t really make recommendations from (my terrible) memory but here are a few things I remember really loving.
Mon Ami Gabi – Paris Hotel
French restaurant. We had our evening meal here the food and service were fantastic and sitting outside on the patio we had an amazing view of the bellagio fountains.
Papillon Helicopter Tours
We took the Grand Canyon Evening Celebration tour, a glass of fizz in the canyon and the sunset over the strip on the return. I was terrified but it was an amazing experience and our pilot was great. House of Blues – Mandalay Bay
I can’t remember what the food was like but the live music was AMAZING and we got a free bucket of beers because it was Birthday!
YOLO – Planet Hollywood
The best frozen margaritas I ever had.
I really enjoyed reliving this, I don’t have this much fun anymore now that I’m old! Ha!
Have you ever partied in Las Vegas?
Thanks for reading 😊
Have a great day❤️
Angela xo *I stand corrected, he didn’t stop speaking for nearly 2 hours. I almost feel like I was on the trip with him (although I’m sure he missed some parts out).
**I actually don’t consider myself much of an adult and I don’t think Disneyland is just for kids (that is ageist) I’m holding out for my 40th birthday party there.
I combined these posts for two reasons, 1) I am officially tapering so less running to discuss and 2) I’m really bored of these posts so I guess you will be too….
Hot Yoga. I haven’t managed to get to Yoga for a while and the last few weeks have been suffering with really tight hamstrings. I swear, I couldn’t even touch my toes at the start of class in fact it was painful just reaching below my knees but I felt good afterwards.
3 miles. I had to work late and missed my Wednesday run buddies Emma and Mairi. So Kevin ran with me, I ran to my sisters for tea and cake, Kevin kept running to get some miles in he’s really far behind with his training, I thought he’d just pull out as he doesn’t like to fail but he said he’ll just run with me. I doubt he will but I’m not sure if I want him too.
3 miles. I was pretty slow, my hamstrings and calves were tight but I don’t know if I just wasn’t feeling it, I’m starting to feel like I’ve done all the hard work I can ease off now, so maybe I was just lazy.
11.3 miles. Yeah it should have been 12 but I got lost haha! The shop we run from are having a station on marathon day, we can leave water bottles or fuel and use their loo so Mandy decided we’d give a try today following part of the actual marathon route and pass the shop at 8 miles for water and loo stop. It was pretty warm (it’s Scotland, it’s never hot) but I get too hot running any weather so I felt like I needed water at mile 3, I also decided I really needed to pee. Mile 5 I’d fallen behind the group but so had one of the other girls so we ran together. I got back to shop at 8 miles desperate for water and a pee just as the group were leaving for their next 4 miles. It wasn’t until I left the shop I realised I wasn’t sure where they were going?! I couldn’t see them so I decided I’d just do my own thing and headed off to run out 2 miles then back…except I got bored and a little bit lost so I tried to just head back and realised I was short on miles…oh well. I’m not obsessive over hitting numbers, it’s so funny some of the girls on the group keep running if we are 0.2 of a mile short and some of the older ones don’t run with watches or apps they just go with how long they’ve been running 0.7miles short or not.
That night I had a sisters and misters date which was so much fun, its been so long since we all went out together!
Rest. Back to Glasgow, shopping for holiday clothes for Kevin. I got NOTHING!!
Fees Bootcamp. Ok so I was planning to join Fee’s Fitness again after the marathon but she posted on Facebook about an 8 week challenge and a discount on joining for the 8 weeks…so I signed up! Bootcamp class was great, I’m still not where I was with regards to upper body and arm strength but it felt good to smash a workout and not pound the pavement.
6.5 miles. I ran with Mairi because I knew I couldn’t on Wednesday. It was a good run we both felt pretty fatigued and tight but we got it done.
Sports Massage. Ouch. Caroline worked all over my legs and identified some areas that I need to work on with the foam roller. There’s a big knot in my right calf and my right quad is super tight, she tried and tried but could not loosen it off. She also could not get into my left glute (butt cheek) at all, not for the love of trying, I felt like she was trying to push me through the bed and I could hardly sit when she was done. So I have some homework to do, of the foam rolling type.
Rest. Kevin left at 5am to go to Las Vegas for a stag party for 6 days… he claims he’ll still train when he is away. Hahaha
2 miles. I just felt like I had done nothing since Tuesday and it was a nice night so I went out for a short one.
8 miles. Guys this was our last run as the Run 4 it- Bridge of Allan, Beginner Marathon Group, it was kind of emotional. As a treat Mandy arranged for us to start and end our run at Dunblane Hilton Hotel where we had free access to the pool, sauna, steam room and jacuzzi and free coffee. She had also made us all a little goodie bag, only 8 of us made it to the last run but it was the core group who have made almost every run since October and we have all became good friends.
The run itself was great, a straight 4 miles out to Andy Murray’s Cromlix House and back. I felt strong, I could feel my niggly IT band on the last 2 miles but no pain. The weather was cooler than it had been all week, the sky was grey but the rain held of to just a drizzle until we were done.
We had the best time chilling in the sauna and pool, chatting without running is so much easier, haha! We’ve already planned a night out for dinner and drinks and may have discussed still meeting up to run…3 miles and a coffee sounds about our limits though, haha! NEVER thought I’d say this but I’m going to miss the long group runs.
After, I went shopping for some holiday clothes and bought NOTHING again!! I officially hate shopping!
In the evening I had a great little movie night with my sister Donna we watched Fantastic Beasts and where to Find them and then 12 Years a Slave.
Rest. I could cry, my knee is throbbing and it kills going downstairs again. Arrrrrgh! On the plus side, I got my period a week early so I won’t have that to contend with on race day. That does also explain why I have felt so emotional the last couple of days, like, crying every time anyone mentions the word marathon, I really hope I don’t ugly cry before, during or after the race…. and fingers crossed my knees/IT band holds out!
My friend and running buddy posted this on Facebook last night it made me giggle..
This was the last Sunday Run Down, I have a couple of short runs this week but I won’t report on those I guess I’ll do a race report and let you all know how I do. Good Luck to everyone running the first Stirling Scottish Marathon, were going to have a great time, right?
Weekly mileage: 17.3 & 16.5
Weeks until Marathon: 1…ONE WEEK!!!
It’s 12.30 and I’m thinking that this time next week I could be very near the end of my marathon journey eeek!
This space seems to have become a blog solely about running, more specifically a record of my sub par efforts at training for a marathon. The problem is, my life right now is WORK, RUN, SLEEP, REPEAT. When I’m not doing that I’m thinking about running, having nightmares about running or watching and reading everything about running! Sadly, this leaves me with not much else to talk about, how dull!
I’ve just made myself a Nespresso so I thought we could have a coffee date. Grab yourself a coffee, or tea, I love tea, so I won’t judge you for bringing tea to a coffee date, in fact if you’d prefer a wine be my guest (just don’t let me smell it, I’m still sober and could be very easily tempted) pull up a stool and let’s see what nonsense is rattling around in my head, I assure you in advance this won’t be deep, meaningful or groundbreaking…
Firstly, how is it May? Already? I feel like I always comment on how fast time passes. I’m old! Facebook Memories kindly reminded me that it’s been a year since my sisters wedding. How has that been a whole year?
Anyway, how are you? What have you been up to?
Last Monday at work we were sent an email from the company directors informing us that the company are relaxing their policies with regards to Social Media. Seriously!? After me posting about the interview. NOW we are allowed to share work related stuff?! This means that if the footage should ever make its way to our monthly newsletter my work ‘friends’ are now permitted to share my jittering, nervousness all over Facebook and the likes! Kill me now!?
Is that a coincidence? I just wrote about company policy and they change it 7 days later? Maybe one of the directors reads my blog, ha, highly unlikely but if so, a pay rise and Fridays off would be fabulous **wink wink. Perhaps my conspiracy theory that my iPhone is stalking me is true after all? Seriously though, how many times have you spoken about something and then it shows up on your phone via social media, advertisements or google? They totally use the microphone for advertising purposes, right? Also, WordPress keep suggesting sharks as a suggested tag search for me? I think that’s some sort of twisted joke because I am petrified of sharks!!
I watched the movie Snowden recently so I’m sceptical that everyone and everything is prying on us! I mean, I might have a slightly over active imagination but you just never know..
Speaking of work, on Friday we had a charity fundraiser cake sale and played Who’s Who? We took in baby photos and the person to guess the most correct won. I WON! A £25 voucher for a restaurant of my choice! That reminds me I still haven’t claimed my prize. It’s so good to do fun stuff at work and break the monotony.
Did any of you watch Mind over Marathon? It was a two part documentary that concluded last Thursday it focused on 10 people with different mental health issues including OCD, PTSD, depression, and anxiety. These 10 people were using running as a form of therapy. The documentary followed their journey training for this years London Marathon. Talk. About. Emotional!!
The Duke & Duchess of Cambridge along with Prince Harry, who are the spokespeople for official Virgin London Marathon 2017 charity Heads Together spoke to and supported the runners in the final episode. There was a heartfelt moment when Prince William spoke to one of the runners, bereaved mother and widow Rhian, about his mother, Princess Diana’s death. I’m not a huge fan of the Royals if I’m honest but I was so impressed with the way he spoke, so honestly. As much as I cried my way through each episode, I think the documentary did an amazing job of raising awareness of Mental Health. It even encouraged my friend who suffers with mental health to sign up for a half marathon that my friends and I are running in October, I cannot wait for us all cross the finish line!!! I’ve been fortunate not to struggle much with poor mental health but I fully understand how important it is to look after your mental health.
Do you do anything specific to maintain good mental health? Meditation, writing,
So I’ve basically just rambled about work and running, I told you WORK, RUN, SLEEP REPEAT. I have a sisters and misters date on Saturday that I am really looking forward to, although I have nothing to wear. I may have to indulge in a little shopping spree.
Its been so long since I shopped for anything other than sports wear, I don’t even know what is fashionable right now. Ha! Its also just over 4 weeks before I head to Marbella for a hen party and the following week I have my friends wedding. So I’m in need of lots of new clothes and swimwear… wish me luck!
Anyway I’m sure your cups or wine glasses have run dry so I let you go and top them up.
Today’s post was fuelled by a Nespresso Roma capsule – If you have a Nespresso machine what are your favourites?
Last week, Mandy, our group run leader, sent us out a message that she wanted us to run this weeks long run (16-20 miles) SOLO and with no music!!! The team all laughed when I replied that I run SOLO every damn week, about half a mile behind the group. I was being funny but it’s kinda true, ha! Some of the girls from the group suggested we do ours together…in secret. Of course I agreed. Here’s how this week went down..
Rest. Because I’m the laziest person training for a marathon. Ever!
3 miles. I was booked in to a Hot Yoga class but ended up late at work and missing it, my programme said 5 miles but it was late so I only done 3.
3 miles. I ended up at work late again and couldn’t go out with Mairi and Emma. Instead I ran with Kevin we only did 3 miles.
I went to the gym with my sister intending a 3 miler on the treadmill and then some weights. Unfortunately my hatred for the treadmill seems to have grown and I couldn’t stand it after just 10 minutes! So I just done some weight training.
Rest. Prepping for Saturday’s long run. HYDRATING!!
20 miles. We met at Lynne’s at 9am and she told us she’s been having IT band pain all week, instead of running she was going to cycle. She was AWESOME, she had her Bluetooth speaker in her backpack, blasting banging tunes and encouraging us on with ‘whoops and yeehas’ as she cycled along side us. We call her Esh but she is now known as Esh’s Mobile Disco. So much fun!!
As for the run. It was great, slightly slower than our usual group runs so a pace that suited me. I had no issues mentally or physically at all really.. until around mile 13 where my already tight hamstrings felt even tighter, by mile 15 my legs felt fatigued and tight ALL OVER, that left knee IT band was hurting but I kept going because the group were great and Esh’s mobile disco was just too much fun (I totally would have given up had been running solo). The last mile was slow and painful. I was so glad to be done. I’m not sure why it was so tough at the end, our last 20 miler had killer hills and I felt great at the end, this one was mostly flat?!?
Guys, this was my last LONG training run, halle-freaking-luyah!!!!!! Our long run next week is 12 (you know you’ve come a long way when 12 miles isn’t a long run, ha) then it’s 8 and then it’s the BIGGIE!!! Fingers crossed the tapering leaves me with fresh legs!
I was so sore after this run that I cancelled meeting my friend Lynsay in town. Instead I lay in a bath for an hour… I only got out because the water got too cold! Later I watched boxing with Kevin, then totally crashed out at 11pm. I love boxing (missing my boxing class so much!) but I have to admit I get a bit anxious watching and my stomach flips whenever someone takes a big hit!
I found this photo hilarious because you can’t even see me in it (I’m behind Lisa in the orange) not even my feet?! Haha #teammidget
Rest. I met with some of the girls going on Kevin’s sisters hen weekend for lunch to organise some fun stuff and then hung out with my sisters and nieces. The legs feel ok today, tight at the back of my knees but I’m hoping some foam rolling later should help.
Total weekly miles: 26
Weeks until marathon: 3
The BLING was been unveiled this week…
I kinda love it, here’s hoping I cross the finish line!!