Back to running

It’s always daunting coming back to running after a while away. Fitness disappears so quickly, and it’s frustrating having to start from scratch when just a few weeks ago, an hour run was no problem at all. I’m not even sure I could run a 10k right now, and definitely not comfortably!

Whilst motivation has always been a challenge for me, even at the height of my marathon training, finding the motivation to get out there when I’ve spent the past three weeks doing anything BUT run makes it even harder to push myself out of the door! On the other hand, it is easy to bury my head in the sand and pretend my half marathons are still ages away.

Truth is, they’re really not – and after my first half marathon, I told myself that the next time round I would make sure I ran a good few 10+ milers in preparation. When I ran Exeter half, it was my longest run to date, and I’d only managed a couple of double-digit training runs beforehand – and as a result, my performance really suffered. I found it extremely difficult, and finished in a much slower time than I had anticipated.

I got a parcel today that arrived at the best possible time:

BRIGHTONMy Brighton Marathon technical t-shirt!

.. Yeeeah, I’ve also been ignoring the whole ‘I signed up for a full marathon’ thing ..

It’s time to print off the training plan, get my running kit together and stop with the excuses. I’m well and truly recovered from Saturday’s hike, and cycling to work and back each day without too many problems (slight knee niggles, but that’s just a combination of my seat being too low and my knees having had over two weeks off from any form of exercise!)

So it’s off to the gym tomorrow for a slow and easy 5k .. And onwards and upwards from there. No more missed training runs!

PLANPretty colours can make anything fun!

The silly thing is, whilst I dread getting going again, I know that once I’m back into the swing of things I’ll enjoy running. It’s just a matter of reminding myself that I can and do enjoy it, and it doesn’t always make me feel like keeling over! (Then again, I’m probably in for more of the latter for the first week or two ..)

Here we go again!



A stroll over the moors

This year, for the second time, I attempted the full Exmoor Perambulation route. Last time, we got to the final checkpoint – 26.5 miles in – when the event was called off due to dangerous weather conditions, and we were sent back to the start in a bus, 4.5 miles short of the finish.

(To see the full mapped route and elevation graph, click here).

My parents tried it the year before, and were stopped at the same place, again due to dangerous weather conditions. It still shocks me at just how quickly things can deteriorate up on the moors – you can go from almost clear skies to rain, wind and heavy fog in SUCH a short amount of time.

We got to the start at about 7:30. It was cold, windy and raining fairly heavily, but we felt pretty positive – and determined to see it through to the end this time! We had water and weatherproof jackets, gaiters, walking poles, hats, gloves and sturdy walking shoes. We had plenty of energy drinks, shot blocks, and snacks for refuelling on the go. I even remembered my neckwarmer:


Yes, it’s the end of June. Summer doesn’t seem to be happening this year.

The first half went ok, with the rain easing off every now and then, but the wind stayed around 30-40mph, with some stronger gusts on the higher ground. Just before half way, we got to our favourite (!) part – Green Mountain:

Crazy, crazy steep. So steep, in fact, that we couldn’t stand upright whilst climbing it, or we’d have fallen backwards! After 15 miles of hiking over hills, through boggy fields and streams, over fences and uneven terrain, an ascent like this – nearly 500 feet in less than a mile – is the last thing you need!

At the half way point, we stopped for bacon sandwiches. Man, bacon has never tasted so good! It was pretty pricey, but SO worth it.

In the second half, we got to a fast-running stream with no stepping stones, and nothing to shimmy across (as there was in some of the earlier streams) .. So we had to simply wade through:

Whilst some walkers removed their shoes and socks to cross, we were wary of sharp rocks and stones so kept ours on. Unfortunately, shoes are pretty much impossible to wring the water out of (unlike socks) .. But on the plus side, my feet couldn’t get any wetter, so as the rain got heavier over the following ten miles, it made no difference!

By the time we got to the final checkpoint – along an exposed ridge at the highest point on the route – the rain was torrential, and the fog had rolled in, bringing our visibility down to nearly nothing:

Needless to say, for the last few miles the camera stayed in my pocket – though by the end, even our waterproof jackets didn’t keep out all of the rain. I suppose in those conditions, nothing is going to stay waterproof for long!

We got to the finish line in 12 hours and 2 minutes, including our 25-minute bacon sandwich break in the middle. I have to say, this event really pushed me to my limits. Not just the physical side – though everything hurt by the end, and I don’t know how I’m going to cycle to work tomorrow morning – but the mental side. My parents agreed that this event was harder than their marathon, and I can see why. The conditions yesterday made it particularly challenging, but even on a sunny day, I imagine it would be extremely difficult. Whilst 3 miles an hour isn’t exactly a fast pace (though we reached the half way point 1h15 quicker than last year!), I think that the time spent on my feet took more of a toll on my body than my 3-hour training runs earlier in the year.

I feel almost the same as when I was recovering from those long training runs a few months back. All of my muscles hurt, my joints (and left shin, randomly) are in pain, and I have severe tightness behind my right knee, which makes walking extremely difficult and painful! To be fair, I kind of brought it upon myself, as I was too tired by the time I got home (nearly 9pm) to stretch and foam roll..

But it was a good way to kick-start my marathon training again, after 2 weeks off for a holiday this month. I’m definitely out of shape, but this event has made me hopeful that I have the mental strength to get through my training and the marathon next April, especially when things get tough (as any runner knows, they inevitably do). As for my fitness – I’m going to have to work pretty hard to get into shape!

My parents were inspirational. My Dad pulled something in his knee quite badly just before the half way point – and despite every single downhill being agonizingly painful, he refused to quit. He gritted his teeth and carried on, ignoring the option of being driven back to the start at every. single. checkpoint. (There were 7 in total). How is that for willpower? Mum hurt as badly as I did, but never once even considered quitting. And if they were going to push on through the wind, rain and fog, how could I not?

It’s thanks to their support, encouragement and unfailing positivity that I got to the finish. I couldn’t have done it without you guys, so thank you.