Easter Marathons - numbers 48 & 49

The last week has seen my highest mileage since I was taking part in the 10in10 last year and it was my final week of training before my taper for the TP100. To get the miles up, I entered a couple of marathons over the Easter weekend.

Good Friday saw me making the most of the day off work and driving up to Milton Keynes for an Enigma Marathon, which was a really special event as it was where my friend Heather (who's doing the 10in10 this year) was celebrating her 100th marathon and full entry into the 100 Marathon Club.

Before we started

Mid-race

My run itself was pretty unspectacular, but I ran without a watch, just on feel, so happy with my finish time of 4:19, although having worn new shoes with only 12 miles in them, I managed to be rewarded with a massive blister on the sole of my foot, which developed after about 3 miles. Not good!

There were lots of friends at the marathon though, and the celebrations in the pub for Heather after the run were great - a presentation of her 100 Club kit, the medal, a speech from Foxy, and enormous amounts of cake! Really nice to catch up with everyone, see what races people have coming up next, and share a pint or two ;)

Unfortunately though, I finished the day feeling that I was getting fed up with all the training...marathon after marathon had started to take it's toll and I was starting to see them as a bit of a chore.  I always struggle with the 7 laps of the Milton Keynes lake, but absolutely love the social, family feel of the event - still, I drove home thinking I could really do with that being my last race before the taper, and I wasn't looking forward to the next day when I was going back up the M1, this time to Northampton and the Easter Round the Reservoir race put on by Dave and Linda Major.

A DNS did cross my mind to be honest - I considered just running the distance locally around home, but the motivation to run the Thames Path as my 50th marathon was too great, and so I go up at stupid o'clock again on Saturday morning and pulled on my kit to get marathon #49 done.

As it turned out, this excellent event was exactly what I needed to restore my faith in marathons. Although another lap event, and very flat again, there was a mix of terrain, some really lovely views across the Brackmills Reservoir, and various other distractions in the form of barges and rowers on the River Nene, horses in the fields and a flock of sheep scattered across the route.  I definitely enjoyed the run, and ran without a watch again, so was very pleased to finish in 4:11, 8 minutes faster than the day before, and still felt really strong. Again I was able to share the day with friends which always makes it more enjoyable too! :)

On Sunday, I went out for another run, although much shorter, just getting in 8 miles, to take my week's total to 72.48 miles. My legs still felt normal and not tired at all - I'm very pleased with how much fitness has come on over the last couple of months, and it's a fantastic confidence boost for the big race, which is now in just two weeks.

Unfortunately though, although I was able to run over 50 miles on my blister, it is still very painful and is likely to take a while to properly heal up - on close inspection this morning, I've realised I have a blood blister underneath and in the middle of the main blister, which is definitely not what I needed so close to the hundred.  Fingers crossed that it gets better quickly and that the unbelievable amounts of chocolate I have eaten since wont impact my running too much ;)

Now for my taper....

Hill after hill after hill aka the Cotswold Way Challenge

A day off work. I'm sat on the sofa, just had a pizza, feet up, Midsomer Murders on TV...the ultimate laziness. But I'm calling it recovery ;) I spent the weekend at an XNRG event, running 58 miles (which turned into just over 60 miles) along the Cotswold Way national trail over the two days and am nursing the blisters to prove it.

I was a little nervous going into this race. The previous weekend, I had a great run at the 16 laps Bells & Whistles Marathon in Dover - another non-stop effort which saw me running at sub 4hr pace - but that didn't give me any comfort. The Cotswold Way route is a totally different challenge - cross country, navigation (although that's minimal) and, the particular thing I was worried about, it's incredibly hilly. The route is 2,750m ascent over the total distance. To give some idea of scale Mount Snowdon is 1,085m high. However, as usual, I just decided not to think about it too much, and give it a go!

I packed my gear on the Friday night, and tested out my one piece of new kit I'd bought for the weekend, an inflatable mattress. The previous times I've done XNRG events, and slept in a school hall, the sleeping mat I took didn't offer me a great night's rest and I woke up absolutely shattered so decided this weekend would be more about comfort than roughing it ;) I should probably have bought some new shoes too, as I realised on the Saturday morning that my Salomons have three holes in them, all on the toe creases, one of which you might be able to see here in the photo, but by then it was obviously too late to worry!

Anyway, the mattress worked, and fitted in my rucksack, so I got myself packed up and ready for the early morning on Saturday - I needed to leave at 6:30am for the long drive to the start, which was in the little village of Chipping Campden.

I arrived on time, parked up my car for the night, and registered. After three changes of mind about which jacket, whether to wear the jacket or to carry it, I was eventually ready, and after a briefing from Neil, we set off. We were a small field, and almost inevitably, started running much more quickly than I'd planned as the elite guys and girls rushed off ahead, but soon the field spread out as the hills appeared and we started walking. That's pretty much how the rest of the day went...run a bit, get to a hill, walk up it, run a bit, get to the steep downhill, storm down that, run a bit, get to the next hill, walk up it and repeat....

The hills were, without a doubt, very tough going, especially for someone like me who doesn't really train on hills at all. But I knew what I'd signed up for so just had to dig in and get on with it. There were stunning views from those hilltops, but I wasn't really looking as much as I should have done. Just trying to get the job done. I kept repeating to myself how very glad I was that I hadn't signed up for a hilly 100 miler - the TP100 is going to be hard enough to finish as it is - I don't think I'd make it if there were hills!

One of the rare flat sections on day 1

I did spend more time enjoying the scenery on the second day, as the majority of the route was on muddy trails through woods, sometimes carpeted with spring flowers, which I think is probably my favourite type of running and despite the moaning and groaning about the hills whenever I had a brief period of running with someone, they didn't seem as bad on day 2, and I definitely enjoyed myself :)

On both days, there were stunning Cotswold stone villages, farms and fields full of animals, and signs of spring all around us to enjoy, with gamboling lambs, snow drops and daffodils. We even came across a farrow of Tamworth piglets running around in a field with some cows. It really was picture perfect and a brilliant route for an event. I can't wait to see some of the photos :)

I only managed to get lost once, and luckily realised pretty soon that the route I'd chosen wasn't right. I'd managed to go down a hill so found myself walking up yet another slope but thankfully I hadn't got all the way to the bottom. I nearly went very wrong a second time, but was running with someone else then, and they set me back on the right path.

Finished on day 2

I'm pleased with the end result too - although I was very slow for the distance (because of all the walking) the course was as challenging for everyone, and I'm pleased that even by the end of day 2 I was still feeling pretty strong and my aches today aren't too bad. At the end of day 1, I was 22nd out of 43 (6th lady), and after day 2, I finished 12th out of 37 (5th lady). Overall, that left me 14th out of the 33 of those of us who did both days, and 5th lady.

However, in spite of the running and the scenery, the enduring memory of these events is always the people that you meet.  Out on the trails, some groups run together the whole way, but generally (as an accident of my pacing) I don't tend to stay with the same people too long, either pulling ahead or falling behind. It means that I get to chat with different people on the way round which is great. Then, during the Saturday evening, you obviously get a chance to get to know people a bit more - both other runners, and the XNRG crew - it's a really nice, relaxed and friendly atmosphere. 

I had been really stressed about work last week, and today, although I'd had plans of firing up the laptop and getting on with a report that needs finishing, I've decided just to enjoy my lazy recovery day, and deal with work tomorrow. The stress has totally gone :D

Day 1: 

 Day 2:

Raising money for Centrepoint

I've been telling people at work about the 100 miler recently, and most of them have been impressed, although of course, they all think I'm crazy for even considering it! One question I've been asked a lot though, is whether I'm doing the run for charity. I've been saying that I'm not, that I'm just running it for me, but actually, if people are interested in sponsoring me for my run, then I've decided, why not?! Surely I should take advantage of their generosity, and raise some money for an organisation that I think would be a really worthwhile recipient. 

So, I'm now going to be taking part in the Thames Path 100 to raise money for charity, and I've decided that I'd like to support Centrepoint, the UK's leading charity for homeless young people. 

Centrepoint provides housing and support for more than 1000 young people, aged 16-25, every year, helping them into work and a home of their own. The reason I've chosen them is two-fold:-

Firstly, back in the day when I had a much more chaotic life than I do now, and made very bad choices, had it not been for the support of my family, I could have very easily ended up homeless and I have always been aware of just how close I got and how incredibly lucky I am that they were there for me to bail me out with the rent money again, or to take me back home when it all went wrong. I understand only too well how life can turn upside down, even for someone like me - I was a loved and lucky teenager with a world of support and opportunity. I can't imagine how difficult life can be for children who come from less fortunate backgrounds, or from abusive homes, and how they manage when they end up alone in the terrifying position of having to survive on the streets. 

The second reason for choosing Centrepoint is that I will be running through the night during the 100 miler, and when I start to moan about how cold it is, or how I don't like being out in the pitch black, I will think of the thousands of people who every night have to cope with being out all night, because they have no other choice and no home to go to, and I will buckle down and get the job done, knowing that I am supporting at least a few of those people and knowing that I've raised will be making life a little less challenging for them.

Thank you for taking the time to read this post and please dig deep if you'd like to sponsor me, and help make a real and lasting difference to the lives of homeless young people.

https://www.justgiving.com/naomi-runs-100

It's not always about how far you go

Last week was terrible for me in terms of training, and general preparation for the TP100. After the marathon on Sunday, for some unknown reason I just couldn't drag myself off the sofa and didn't run Monday to Friday. My diet was terrible too, and I just felt totally low on energy and motivation.

I'd booked a place for Saturday's day 2 of the Jurassic Coast Challenge - a brilliant sounding event that one year I'd love to run in full - but when I realised that I'd have to get up at about 3am on Saturday morning to get to the start, in Weymouth, on time, I decided not to go. I didn't even email anyone to let them know - just didn't show up, and that's really poor form.

My first ever race.
The Brentwood Half in 2008!

Thankfully, I also had a place booked in the very local Brentwood Half Marathon on the Sunday. Somehow, despite feeling completely disinterested in my running, I decided I had to make the effort and get to the race, even if it was just a half and I didn't think I'd really enjoy it, what with the predicted rain, the large number of other runners (relative to the small events I usually take part in) and the all-road course. But it's my local race, and I couldn't think of a decent excuse not to go.

So, I went.

The Brentwood Half was the first race I ever took part in, back in March 2008. I finished that in 02:14:16, and although my PB for a half marathon is over 25 minutes faster than that (1:48:06 at Reading in 2012) I wasn't expecting to go much faster than that first ever race time. As you can tell, my mental state was not where it should have been!

Once we started running, I got a bit caught up in the crowd, and was going a bit faster than I thought was good for me even though it was downhill - somewhere in my mind I was thinking I should probably be running about 9:30 min/mile and I was going nearly a minute/mile faster.

So rather than just going with it, I slowed down and plodded on. I kept thinking about how I wasn't really enjoying myself. Everything hurt. The roads weren't closed and the cars were too close. The cheers of the lovely people who had given up their morning to come and cheer us along, for some reason grated on my nerves and I wished that if I had to be running, I could be running on my own. I wasn't in a great place.

But then, just after about 8 miles, I seemed to wake up. Whatever combination of hormones running sets off in your body, they'd finally reached my brain, and I started to feel much, much better about everything.

I remembered what it was all about...what I was meant to be doing...and realised that with some effort I could probably still get a sub 2hr and that at this stage in my running career, there really wasn't any excuse for running slower than that!

Love a mid-air photo!

So, I started to run faster and get a bit more focused. I started to overtake people, and to be honest, was suddenly amazed at how much I still had in the tank. I'd left it late to go for the sub2, and actually ended up working much, much harder than I thought I'd have to, especially because the last mile or so is uphill. I was really pushing myself. I don't remember the last time I worked so hard for a finish to be honest, and I became absolutely desperate to get the time. I was breathing harder and started to feel the effort - I realise just how much of a plodder I've become and how much more rewarding it can feel to push yourself!

I remember looking at my watch, convinced I should be there, but still couldn't see the finish, and realised I was going to have to really kick to the line. I was overtaking people left, right and centre, and it felt brilliant.

As the finish line came into sight, I could also see the clock. It was counting gun time, obviously, and although this was a chipped race I became determined to not only get a sub 2hr but to get a sub2 on the gun as well.

I felt like I was flying along, and was running at a speed I've not managed in I don't know how long! I made it with seconds to spare on the gun time, and a chip time of 1:58:54 for a Garmin distance of 13.2 miles. As I crossed the line, I wondered if I'd be able to avoid throwing up. What a great feeling ;)

My splits are below, and I'm very pleased with those final few miles and my negative split. It may only have been 13 miles, but I feel like I worked harder than I have done in months, and I'm really proud of myself that I kept it going and got the job done in the end.

Then I ran the 6 miles home.


Mile Pace
1 : 08:39
2 :    08:55
3 :     09:19
4 :     09:13
5 :    09:12
6 : 09:05
7 : 09:13
8 : 09:31
9 : 09:17
10 : 09:16
11 : 08:52
12 : 08:39
13 : 08:22
14 : 07:01

Sunshine, great company, laughs, cake & a bit of running

My most recent race was the Run for Tomorrow marathon, and I had a really brilliant day.

The weather was stunning and the location, Pitsford Reservoir in Northamptonshire, was very pretty with a mix of different views, and a flat route that took us around the lake with a few wooded sections to break up the open paths. I bumped into lots of friends as soon as I'd parked up at the start, and so knew from the off that this was going to be a fun day - the marathon circuit really is so social, and the more races I do, and the more people I meet, the more I love this aspect of running!

I ran the first mile or so with Traviss and got some advice for the Thames Path 100 - he's always such a support and inspiration - before heading off on my own, just enjoying the scenery and the run, and the unusually gorgeous blue sky and blazing sun weather we had. It turned out to be a bit too warm for my liking, and I ended up with quite bad sunburn, but it just made such a difference after the diabolical weather we've had recently.

I felt good throughout the miles...all 26.64 of them according to the Garmin...and managed to run the whole way, only stopping briefly at the water stations and was really pleased with how I got on. I've got so used to run/walking in the ultras it did take some determination to keep my pace up the whole time. I ended up clocking my fastest marathon since April '13, finishing in 4:14, and actually felt pretty strong throughout, which I was pleased with as the marathon came at the end of four weeks of good training for me, with mileage of 46, 53, 42 and 50 miles, so it's another confidence boost as the 100 miler draws closer.

However, the best thing about Sunday's marathon was the couple of hours after we'd finished. I think because the weather was so nice, everyone seemed to want to stay at the end, and we lounged around on the grass in the sunshine, laughing, chatting and catching up, celebrating some significant race milestones and clapping in the other finishers as they crossed the line. There was even cake. It was an afternoon that I'll definitely remember.

So, I've leave you with a few pictures of the lovely people I shared the day with...and our great medals! :)