Back To The Future (Part 3)

Just to keep the theme going and because I wracked my brains failing to think of a better title for this post here we are going back to the future once again - this time with 2014.

Up until i started writing this I thought i was going to split 2014 up into 2 sections as there is a lot of emotion involved, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to handle it all in one go. But now I've squared up to it I think maybe I'll just get it all in one post and move on to this year, otherwise I'll be putting off part 2 - but it will be a bit of a long one, so bear with. 

Mind you given the events and the ensuing emotional roller coaster effect, maybe this post should have been titled after another of my favourite films. . .

"Get on with it then, we want to hear what happened", yes OK here goes. . .

Paris Marathon training was in full swing come January. A friend who had run many marathons over many years, including the famous Comrades (impressive!), and who was an experienced runner, offered to write me a training schedule, and as I wanted to have a good chance of doing under 5 hours at Paris, I accepted with thanks. (More accurately, but probably unwisely, I wanted to 'show 'em' at the 'RW/Asics 26.2 project' that i could do it myself).

The training schedule was quite comprehensive. I don't have it saved anywhere as it was 'old school' and written on sheets of paper, and stuck on my fridge. But given the Garmin data and what memory I can muster, I should be able to give you the gist.

A sample training week from the middle of January was thus:

Monday: rest
Tuesday: 20 min warm up, 800s* x 6 @ 4:40 with 200m recovery, 20 mins cool down
Wednesday: 8 mile steady run (can't recall pace sorry)
Thursday: 3 miles with cadence drills**
Friday: rest
Saturday: parkrun in 28-29 mins
Sunday: 14 miles at easy pace with 1 min walk break every mile

(*800s refers to Yasso 800s, which involve running 800metre intervals in your predicted or hoped for marathon time as if in minutes, with 200metre recovery between, and apparently once you can do 10 intervals you can be fairly confident of hitting your time. EG if your predicted time is 4 hours 40 mins, then each 800 metre interval should be done in a time of 4mins 40 seconds)

(** Cadence drills involve doing short sections in an increased cadence in order to quicken your leg turnover)

By the peak of the training there were 10 x 800s scheduled and 20 mile runs lined up. Probably the most intense training program I had ever attempted

To be quite honest the 800s were doing wonders for my fitness and I was managing the long runs fairly well, up to and including the first 20 miler. . .and so was Max the dog, although he didn't do the 800s. (mind you i think 20 miles is about his limit as he was flat out for the rest of the day after that!)

Somewhere around that first 20 miler at the end of Feb/beginning of March (I cant recall if it was before or after) i developed a slight twinge in one of my quad muscles. Of course i ignored it and tried to run through it.

During the next week or so it got a little bit worse, but not enough to make me think I should stop. Just a nagging twinge.

I recall looking at the schedule 3 weeks before the Paris Marathon and realising what i thought was another 20 miler was in fact 22 miles. I don't know why but my brain balked at this and went something like. . .

Still, trying to stay true to the training I went out to do it.

I only got halfway before. . .disaster. . .my quad muscle gave up and I couldn't complete the run. . .

So i gave it a week off, Icing and Massaging as much as possible, before attempting a short run, and got about 4km.

After another couple days off I managed 5km - but the leg still hurt and so with about 2 weeks to go I decided I should go to see a Physio who advised me to stretch hip flexors, strengthen glutes, and loosen quads, and NO RUNNING until Paris.

I dedicated the remaining time to the stretches and exercises i had been given but despite the physio's advice did a slow a 3km run the following week just to reassure myself.  I suppose at this point i could have pulled out of Paris but i had a point to make and i figured if i just gave up on a time and just tried to complete it I ought to muddle through! (what was i thinking?)

What I haven't yet mentioned about the early part of the year is that also in full swing was my daughter's wedding preparations, on countdown mode for 16th June! I was making the wedding cake (being a trained cake decorator in another life), and was also supposed to be looking for a 'mother of the bride' outfit (which i wasn't trained for, so hence had done nothing!) 

So, back to Paris; I met the Massey Ferguson RC massive at London (loads of fun), caught the Eurostar (not at all fun), and arrived in Paris on the Friday. The Expo was visited, medical certificates were handed over, numbers were collected, wine was drunk, tourist attractions were visited, and then all of a sudden we were at the Arc de Triomphe on Sunday, looking for the portaloos and the baggage drop.

Cue the start pens - I was already in the slowest 'Rose' pen, having no illusions about my finish time. It was a long wait, but eventually we started, the leg held up, I kept a really steady easy pace, and was hopeful of finishing. At just over halfway, however, it all went horribly wrong. By the time I reached the midway aid station, at around 23km, the road was covered in orange peel and banana skins from the thousands of faster runners that had gone before. . . . Of course a classic 'comedy' moment ensued, and in trying to stop falling over completely I jarred and pulled my quad muscle.

After that, the pain in the quad just got worse and worse, but unfortunately being the stubborn mule that I am, it didn't occur to me to stop running and bail out (like Magnus Magnusson, I'd started so i would finish). I struggled on through the horribly dark road tunnels with all the music thumping (which I hated). By about 35 km and the Bois de Bologne I was hobbling about 3/4s of each km, and walking the remainder, and was in a very dark place.

I did have a bit of a lift at 41km when i saw the person who had pipped me to the post in the Asics competition, apparently throwing up behind the 41km marker, and so with this small boost i managed to force up the pace a modicum for the final 1 and a bit km and finish several minutes in front of them in 5:19 and change.

Nowhere near a sub 5 finish but a finish all the same.

Cue Medal, Tshirt, bag collection, MF RC meetup, hobble back to hotel, eat all the food, drink wine and generally collapse, followed the next day by inability to walk due to seized up quad. . . . and oh god it was a long limp back to the train station. . . .

I needed help with my ancient misbehaving suitcase especially when the wheels seized up and I found I couldn't walk up stairs without hanging on to the handrail. I'm sure my travelling companions must have thought I was being a bit of a diva, but if any of them are reading this, I was in agony honestly!

If I learned anything from this it was the following:

1. If you get an injury rest and seek medical help as soon as you can, don't wait until its well established
2. Its OK to pull out of a race if you are not sure you are fit.
3. Training programs are not set in stone, if you feel something is too much don't do it, even if someone really experienced has given it to you, only you know how you feel.
4. Given the right incentive you can usually pull a bit of extra pace from somewhere even if you think you are finished
5. I really don't like road marathons!

Short term recovery started immediately. Long Term recovery took a tad longer than I expected

3 days later I managed a walk/jog of 2.5km, then hobbled round parkrun as the sweeper and could only just keep up with the person walking at the back! My leg would just not work properly and i was running a bit like Quasimodo....The week after I started slow progress through 4 & 4.5 km, and also started a further series of physio/osteo visits. . and so it went.

By this time, and over the last year or so, we'd gradually got to know local running hero Steve Way via Poole parkrun and while on the injury bench it was great fun watching him romp home in the London Marathon as first non-elite, while cheering enthusiastically at the TV. His amazing performance gave him a qualifying time for the commonwealth games later that year in Glasgow.
Most amusing listening to the commentators shuffling through the paperwork trying to find out who this unexpected bloke was!

Increasing the distance slowly i reached 10k again the day after my 100th parkrun in the middle of May. There was still a long way to go but I was looking forward to a 2 week holiday in the Alps we had booked at the end of June - just after another visit to Cerne Abbas and the Giants Head marathon (glutton for punishment and cider at mile 20 obviously!)

I'd also managed to finally find a dress for the wedding (Mother of the Bride should have been making a bit more effort don't you think?). Given that I needed hat, shoes, and handbag to complete the outfit there was also a fair way to go, but i was quite pleased with myself given my feelings for clothes shopping (not a fan).

I was due to be sweeping the Ox marathon (another White Star event above Tollard Royal) at the end of May, and Kevin was marshaling, but as I was no-where near recovered for that kind of distance I asked if I could sweep the half instead, and my pal Nic was going to run with me. I also decided to take Max along too as i knew 13 ish miles was well within his abilities and he would enjoy a lovely run in the countryside.
The start was at the top of a sunny, but very windy hill, and it was a lovely run downwards but soon went back up again.

such great views!

We let the runners get well ahead as I planned to let Max off the lead for much of the run (he's a right pain on the lead when running!), but when I eventually unclipped him I didn't expect him to leg it for around 400 yards, catch the runners way ahead and nearly trip some of them up! Oops, apologies to anyone reading this that had their first Ox half marathon nearly cut short by an over-enthusiastic small dog.

This was a very nice route with some lovely bits through woodland, and along ancient cart tracks and it was all going very well with no real leg problems at an easy jog, but when we caught up with the last runner they wouldn't run at all after halfway, not even a bit of a jog downhill and so we had to walk from then on. (no cut off time for the Half as the Marathon and the Ultra runners would still be out there)

Even Max got his own medal!

June began with a 10k race in the guise of the Poole Festival of running, and Kev got a chance to join in, by doing his second 5k race. He also had an idea for a T-shirt, one that would prove more popular than we intended or ever envisaged.
Those of you that have read the aforementioned Steve Way's blog will know that one of his philosophies is 'Don't Be Shit!' one that he applies to running and to life in general. Its blunt but strikes a chord with a lot of people it seems.
Kevin innocently said "we could make Steve a tshirt with his motto on (in the end it was changed to 'Don't Be Sh*t!' so it could be worn in public), and give it to him to say well done for being picked for Glasgow". Steve was due to be running the Littledown Marathon in Bournemouth that month so we decided to give it to him then (after checking with his wife to make sure he would like it), and bless him, he was suitably chuffed, and mentioned it on his blog.

So many unexpected comments followed, not about his training as usual but 'where can i get a tshirt like that Steve?' so I had the thought that, If Steve approved we get some done and sell them for charity; "if you think they would sell?" he said, "we might sell a few". I started off with a facebook page with all profits going to Steve's favourite charity Julia's House, and asked people to message me if they wanted one; Steve promoted it on his blog and the orders started trickling in.

By the time Glasgow came around, we had surpassed all expectations and made over £800 for Julia's House and did a classic Giant Cheque presentation at Poole parkrun, and a super send off for Steve.

In the end and following Glasgow in July the orders kept rolling in, and we closed the shop later after selling over 350 tshirts and raising over £2000 for Julia's House Charity! Amazing!

presentation at Poole parkrun

While all this good stuff was going on however, other forces were at work.

Still in June and about 2 weeks before the wedding my dad called me at work to say my mother had a fall and so I rushed home only to find her wedged in a doorway and unable to move.

Eventually the paramedics arrived, swiftly diagnosed a broken leg and whisked her away to hospital. The doctors decided that given how weak her bones were they would have to operate on the leg to mend it. Before they could do so she developed mild pneumonia which had to be treated first However she was still hopeful of being able to attend the wedding even if it was in a wheelchair. She was not 100% when they eventually took her to theatre from intensive care but they said she was stable. Fitting in hospital visits and trying to finish the wedding cake was difficult but had to be done. I don't know if it was mum's age or condition but she took several days to regain any kind of consciousness following the operation. 2 hospital visits a day and not sleeping through worry was starting to take its toll on me, I was training for the Giants Head marathon at the time and long runs were done in laps around the heath in case i needed to get to the car in a hurry. By the morning of the wedding she was only staying conscious for a few minutes at a time but a phone call first thing suggested she was stable.

I still hadn't bought a hat. .

the wedding morning went like this: check on Mum, deliver wedding cake, rush back home via local TKMaxx, grab 2 hats that would go with my dress, pick up the first suitable shoes and handbag I could find, rush home to wash and change, collect Dad, bundle into car, and arrive at wedding venue just in time after all other guests were there including the bride and groom - I think I scrubbed up OK and so did the cake!

Hazel and her new hubby, my other daughter who was bridesmaid, and my son all went along to the hospital to see my mum in all in their finery to cheer her up and caused a stir in the ICU :-) Everything was looking fairly positive.

The very next day though....

I phoned the hospital first thing, and was told mum had perked up a bit so went to work...

Dad phoned a while later to say she had taken a turn for the worse and could we come in.

I rushed to collect him and we went to the hospital but when we got there the Doctor met us and said she had already gone. . .

To say I was devastated was an understatement, I felt like the bottom had dropped out my world. And all because of a broken leg.

Just writing this is making me upset so I wont go into too much detail if you don't mind, but of course the next couple of weeks was spent doing what needed to be done. Helping Dad with funeral arrangements, paperwork, and making myself go out for short runs to regain some normality.

The funeral was booked for 2 weeks later and in between was the Giants Head Marathon, which I don't know now how I managed to complete, but it seemed there was nothing to be gained by not doing it. Running was keeping me grounded and feeling like there was something I could control.

We postponed our Alps holiday until the middle of July and were considering cancelling that so my Dad wouldn't be on his own but he insisted we go.

However, another worry that had reared its ugly head was now Kev's Dad who at nearly 90 but still with all his faculties had taken a swift turn for the worse physically over a matter of a few weeks.

With all this going on I can't remember at what point in 2014 I decided I wanted to enter the Mont Blanc Cross (which is a little over a half marathon at 23km) but by the time we went on holiday I was planning on signing up when entries opened later in the year. While we were in the Alps we were going to walk the Cross route and see what it was like.

I will be doing a separate route report in my next post.

We did manage to have a reasonable time as best we could given the circumstances in the fresh air and among the amazing scenery, the area around Chamonix has to be one of my most favourite places in the world, and we returned, if not refreshed and rested, then at least feeling a little restored.

Nearly 2 weeks of hiking brings us to nearly August and we returned to find Kevin's Dad still ill and getting worse. I wont go into detail but very sadly he passed away about a week later, adding to an already emotional few months. Looking back I wonder how we got through it all.

After getting through yet another funeral, in the circumstances it would be easy to overlook a very small local 10k race called Maiden NewTEN madness which took place on a Saturday evening in the first week of August but I just wanted to give it a mention as it was a nice little race. 

A new race series called the Purbeck Trail Series had started up in 2014 and 4 local races were involved automatically giving runners points based on their finish times. The more of the races you did the more chance to get points but only the top 3 results counted. The 4 races were: The Studland Fun Run 5k, The Beast (which I hadnt done before), and 2 of my favourites, Purbeck Marathon and the Studland Stampede. I was determined to complete all 4 races in order to get as many points as possible. Of course I had no hope in winning a prize but I wanted to see how far up I could get in my age group! (not very far up as it turns out as there are a lot of great local lady runners my age!)

The Beast was the most difficult certainly, consisting of a 13 mile (ish) course from Corfe Castle out to the coast path and taking in these steps at about halfway at St Aldelm's Head.

After doing these I had jelly legs and managed to trip over a blade of grass on the other side and spectacularly faceplanted causing a fair bit of leg bruising later on. This is a challenging but fun race though with spectacular views and bit of stile hopping to keep it interesting.

This same weekend we were in awe of a diminutive local runner Gemma Bragg (wife of Ultra Runner Jez Bragg) after she completed her first UTMB race (Ultra Trail de Mont Blanc). As we had walked a little of the route the month before, and I looked ahead to the Cross it made her accomplishment even more real. You can read about her experience on her blog.

Gemma very kindly gave me some good advice and tips for my upcoming (but slightly less impressive!) mountain race.

Attending the Purbeck Marathon with me this year were 6 of my running friends (including Nic), 5 of whom had decided to do this as their first marathon on the back of my recommendation that it was such a nice race - a lot to live up to! Thank goodness they all finished!
So in no particular order I'd just like to say well done to Janet, Jacquie, Gordon, Steve, and Angie for joining me on a mad offroad run as your first marathon! You were, and are, truly awesome.

A week later came the Black Hill Run in Bere Regis again, and I think attendance was doubled from the year before, proving a great success and being picked by several local clubs as one of their championship races. The race start was improved from the year before. more improvements are planned this year

Around this time as well was born a tiny black and tan Patterdale/Jack Russell/Chihuahua cross puppy that would soon have a big impact on us.
We had been talking about a second dog since early in the year but with everything that had happened it had been put on the back burner, but now we felt we could start looking.

With 2 more races on the horizon, The Studland Stampede for the third time, and my first time at the Stickler, a taxing local mostly offroad race with 3 huge hills in 10 miles, we somehow found time to go and choose little Daisy at her farmyard birthplace which was very near where the Stickler was run at Shillingstone. We fell in love and collected her in November. Max wouldn't speak to us for a week, but now he loves her and wouldnt be without her!

Her first insight into the sort of life that she would have was spectating at the Wimborne 10 race a week later although she spent most of the time snuggled up on someones lap under a blanket (it was cold); finally at this race I felt like I had fully recovered and to top it all bagged my first PB of the year! The multitude of cake always available at this race was most welcome.

My next race (which I did more as a training run) was the Endurance Life CTS half at Lulworth and at 16 miles I am calling this an 'Ultra-Half'. I picked this one to do, partly because I liked the 10k in 2012, partly because as you know I like a challenge, but mainly because when perusing the previous results, I discovered that the finish times were similar to the Mont Blanc Cross and so might be an indication of similar difficulty, thus giving me an insight into where I stood fitness and ability-wise.

It would be an understatement to call this a tough race, it was a VERY tough race, starting at Lulworth Cove, doing the 10k route first then going up and out the other side of the cove, and having to tackle the nasty hill called Arish Mell, not once but twice, Flowers Barrow and the hill out of Tyneham as well. But it did indeed give me the confidence that I could finish a tough course and I was very happy with my finish time of around 4:20 as there was a lot of walking!

I know this has been an epic post but I'm winding up now honestly -

Christmas was a mixed and a slightly sad affair but we got through it and we rounded up the year with my second and only other PB of the year at the Poole Round the Lakes 10k on Boxing day and I waved goodbye to 2014 gladly - it was certainly a real emotional roller coaster.
Oh, and i forgot to mention that in April I had my 50th birthday but it didn't seem that important at the time!

Mont Blanc Cross route report including some kit info to follow in the next post.

Back to The Future (part 2)

Welcome to 2013. . .

This was the year of PB's for me.

Quite a good running year, but at times fraught with worry for my mum who after the yuletide scare had a few more falls and my Dad who had to cope with it. This led eventually to a life changing decision, but more of that later.

Anyway, I left you last time with the promise of my biggest running event to date (at the time; but I think even now it still is the longest race I have done)

One of my friends Nic who i run off road with a lot, sent me a link to this video...or was it the other way round. . I cant remember who's fault it was, but anyway. . . 

Come on, you'd be tempted too, right? Marketing at its best obviously!

This was the Votwo Jurassic Coast Challenge series - the logo says 78.6 miles, 3 days, 2 feet. . .

Of course, we might have been bonkers, but we weren't stupid - we signed up for one day only (quite expensive at £60 but the website seemed to indicate we would be well looked after)

Hey, come on what do you take me for? and it was the most difficult day, day three. The one with the most elevation, but we figured the closest to home, meaning less travelling.

. . . And we'd get to run over the finish line. (stretching the definition of 'run' a bit there)

We signed up late in 2012, and spent the next few months pouring over kit lists, training regimes, the route. . . . .

It all got a bit obsessive but we felt it was required as it looked like being the most difficult event either of us had ever done, and it would be only my second marathon distance and Nic's first!

I had entered no other events through January and February, but upped the mileage slowly, however not far enough probably as the maximum distance I did was 26km/16 miles, and the maximum time was 3 and a half hours. So we were drastically under prepared, although a few of the longer runs were done on part of the course so may have made up for it slightly as we practiced our 'slow but mainly vertical run/walk' as i described it on one of the records!

Also at this point I was starting Hubby on a few short runs as he decided he wanted to take up running again having run quite a lot in his youth.

The one event I did do before the JCC was the New Forest Festival of Running half marathon on 9th March, along with another friend Diane. Now I had done this event the previous year before London and it was not well run, so I dont know why I decided to do it again, but perhaps it was because I could find very few events at that distance at that time, off road.

This time it seemed to go well apart from the weather, which was chucking it down for a lot of the race, character building!

So, undertrained but perhaps overprepared (all that obsessing!) me and Nic got dropped off at the race HQ of Votwo which was in the Ferry Bridge pub car park in Weymouth.

There were a lot of hard core ultra runners, think we were way out of our league. Votwo had a compulsory kit list which we had dutifully assembled, but when we had it checked, they confusingly seemed to think we had too much?

Anyway, we listened to the race briefing, and lined up for the minibus to the race start at Lulworth Cove (the second days running had finished there the day before), but not being ruthless enough we missed two shuttles and had to catch the third, which meant by the time we started it was half 10 in the morning. We found out later we could have bypassed the race briefing and the minibuses and got dropped at Lulworth early which was most annoying.

Crikey it was a difficult run. As can be gathered by our faces below!

miserable faces - and this was not yet halfway!

I say run but I am using it as a vague term, as although our fastest km was 7mins, our slowest was around 16 mins! The lack of training and experience, coupled with bad weather, wind, claggy slippy mud, steep hills and a 1266 total elevation profile meant that our finishing time was around 8.5 hours. We finished in darkness and freezing temperatures and only found the finish line as my husband and a friend had come down to see us in (too early as it transpired!) and were stood on the beach waving a torch while freezing their bums off. (all i can remember about that beach was Nic saying every 5 mins "how long is this f-ing beach anyway?" and "are we there yet" and "are those seals?" when looking at rocks!)

But I'm surprised we finished at all as at one point the organisers were trying to encourage people to drop out before the final 6 miles, because they said, they didn't want us out there in the dark. If that was the case then why did we have to have a torch in our compulsory kit and why did they have a walkers category that some people had entered?

In fact we found out that several walkers had been pulled out for being too slow.

Despite being pretty slow ourselves we weren't actually last across the line, which is always a good thing, and I think 8 people were still out there behind us when we eventually collapsed in the beach car park near the Studland ferry, having done, as it turned out, an unofficial ultra at nearly 29 miles!

I still have the determined thought that one day I'm going to attempt all three days if it kills me (might kill my bank account though) but lets keep that to ourselves for the moment.

So, that was March.

April and May involved mainly running in the park, on the heath, and a couple more visits to my parents as they had both been ill.

Also we had talked a lot and decided between us all that their best option was to sell the house and come and live with us as we had room since the children left. (House prices oop north meant that they couldn't buy anything in Dorset suitable for elderly disabled people)

So their house went up for sale.

during May also i was asked if i wanted to join a relay team for the North Dorset Village Marathon which i did and which was quite good fun, just racing a quarter marathon for a change.

I did some parkrun tourism at Mansfield. Some intervals during training. And the Poole Festival of running 10k again in June which bagged me a 10k PB.

Sometime around this point also, me and Nic, not disheartened by our lengthy off road adventure, signed up for the Giants Head Marathon, which was in its first year in 2013, and run by a then little known running company called White Star Running. The circular route took us through the wilds of Dorset taking in views of the well endowed Cerne Abbas Giant!
Once again we were a tad undertrained given that our longest run was only about 13 miles at the Puddletown Plod 20k in June, but not to be deterred we decided we would just take it easy and plan to finish. The cut off time was a very generous 8 hours so we figured we could manage it. As it turned out, given WSR's unique approach to races including a naked farmer in a bath at mile 3 (which i missed and only heard about later!) and cider at the 20 mile aid station nicknamed 'The Lovestation' because you got free hugs if you wanted them, this was a totally different experience, and bizarrely enjoyable albeit a tad knackering!

skipping along in the sunshine!

The only down side was that the weather was very hot and sunny and i had chosen a water belt instead of a camelbak, a decision i regretted as I ran out of water quite quickly between stations, Luckily one of the other runners had plenty to spare and donated just enough for me to get to a water station to fill up, thanks to Ines (AKA the mad frenchwoman) who I met several times in future races, but thankfully I was better prepared with my hydration from then on.

We finished in just over 7 hours, which given the elevation, and the fact that we were taking it easy, we were quite happy with.
The medals were also very impressive, who wouldn't want one of these?
I really would recommend this race.

featuring the well-endowed Giant!

After recovering from the hills (and the alcohol!) I was back out there in a few days, and putting in a few more miles this time in preparation for the Stur Half at the beginning of August, a local half marathon along winding, undulating country roads.

I went up to 18km in training this time (nearly as much as the race in question this time) and it paid off with a Half Marathon PB. During the rest of August I managed get an all time parkrun PB (which i haven't yet managed to beat!) and also put in some regular long runs although once again, probably not enough for what was coming in September. . . . 

Yes, I don't know if you remember me saying that in 2012 I was determined to run the Purbeck Marathon one day, well I had signed up to it straight after the Giants Head, as that race had given me the confidence to go for it, given that the elevation was not as great on the Purbeck.

The Purbeck Marathon had a cut off time of 7 hours, and my race strategy was to keep under an average of 9mins a km, which would bring me in at approx the same time I finished London in the year before, something i hoped was doable. The race started on a windswept Swanage common, and as we ran up over the first hill, I just tried to concentrate on running my own race and not getting swept along at too fast a pace. The race route followed the coast path for a way before wending inland via Worth Matravers and the deserted village of Tynham, along the Purbeck Ridge and continuing through the picturesque village of Corfe, and then climbing for the last steep hill and finally descending into Swanage.

heading up to the Swyre Head and the aptly named 'Heaven's Gate'

Well as it turned out it was very doable indeed despite the bloomin' hurricane force wind that was blowing that day and the rain that settled in after Corfe - I surpassed all my own expectations and finished in 5 hours and 46 mins, over 30 mins faster than London, and giving me an unexpected marathon PB.

This race was very enjoyable and shall remain one of my favourites to this day. I remember raving  about it on Marathon Talk 'Rate Your Run' at the time

"wind, rain, cows, jam sandwiches, super views, a castle, a steam train, cheery marshalls, ice cream, beer, a hi-viz lime green t-shirt and a marathon PB! what more could you ask?"

I finished in pouring rain on Swanage seafront where my husband had just rocked up 5 mins before, to join a few friends, expecting me to take a lot longer! Cue lots of hugging and celebrations! I felt like I'd certainly earned that beer :-)

Following a 'short jog to see if i can still run' a few days later i concluded September by tail running for the Black Hill 5k and 10k - remember that race?

Well following last years race the organiser Neal had emailed all competitors asking how he could improve it. Seeing as how i was partly involved in marketing at work i put forward a few ideas, including introducing a 10k, and starting up on social media. Well it must have worked as from under 20 runners the year before, 2013's races had around a 100 runners in total. And all profits to the Bere Regis scouts. I was on the team after that!

I also ran the second Cerne Burn, in a quicker time than 2012 so pleased with that. its a shame this race appears to have been discontinued.

Around October my parents sold their house, so we did a bit of up and down the country, helping pack and getting things ready for them to move. But I still found time to enter the Studland Stampede again (has to be a yearly event!) and came out with a 10 min faster time, and the Great South Run which i was doing for the second time along with 'the nifty nannas', an unofficial group of running friends who were either actually nannas or like me old enough to be one. Someone coined the name and it stuck! The first time I had run this was before the London Marathon and I wanted to see if i could better my time. Well I did again by about 10 mins which wasn't bad considering it was very very windy and even the elite runners were dropping their pace drastically in the last seafront stretch. My pace was very consistent at a tad over 10 min miles throughout giving me a 10 mile PB.

Told you 2013 was the year of PB's!

Obviously by now Headtorch heath running had kicked off again and was a regular occurrence, although our numbers had dwindled a lot due to peoples injuries and moving away.

November brought another 10 mile PB in the guise of the Wimborne 10. And a very unusual distraction of getting picked to go to the Runner's World Asics 26.2 Bootcamp. Where if you won, you would get clothing, shoes, coaching and a place in the Paris Marathon.
Bootcamp was at the end of November in Birmingham sports academy, when a shortlisted group (of around 50 i think) was put through various paces and interviews and tests to see if they were suitable for being in the final selection and getting voted for by the public.
I met lots of interesting people that day including Anne-Marie from Massey Ferguson AC who has remained a friend since.
Although the selection process was quite intense it was nothing compared to the voting process. I was lucky enough to be selected into the final group of candidates for the sub 5 hour marathon group (having never done one) and then the voting began. It seemed to be a free for all, and all time was spent getting as many people as possible to vote for you. All my friends and family tried so hard to get me as many votes as possible, bless em. Unfortunately i was neck and neck with another candidate and was pipped at the post at the last minute so didn't win the prize.

Anne Marie told me that a group of runners from Coventry were going to the Paris Marathon anyway and did i want to join them as an honorary member and we would show them!
I decided to take them up on their offer.

Luckily my parents had recieved their house money by then and moved in with us in the middle of December. They offered to pay for my place and travel and accommodation which was very nice of them.

We moved them in on the 14th December 2 days before my mothers birthday, and a week later I ran the Portsmouth Coastal Marathon. Oops, didn't i mention this one?

Well me and Nic had already decided to do this one and see what we could do. It was supposed to be pretty flat but of varying terrain. Unfortunately in a week of epic events, Nic broke her ankle while heath running, the day after we moved my parents, and a week before the Portsmouth Marathon.
I was with her at the time and remember the sound, like a stick breaking.
"was that a stick or your leg?"
"ow ow i think it might be my leg, i hope not"
Then after looking at the offending ankle we realised it was her leg after all.
A visit to A&E later she was trussed up in a cast and peed off that she couldn't go to Pompey.

I was peed off she couldn't run with me. On the day Kevin had to drive me and we got into an argument about parking, so i started the race in a mood too. Cue awful windy wet weather and it was a shit morning.
Must have helped though as I finished in 5:05 and change - a marathon PB! didn't see that one coming. . .
I remember my mother saying when we got home "did you have a nice run?". . .bless x

2013 concluded a week later with a very slow 10k around the local Moors Valley Park with another friend Diane (who's a bit of a super-gran), in aid of Autism Wessex. more of a recovery really. Kevin was kept busy distracting a Friend's older child while she juggled breast feeding twins and waiting for her hubby to run the same race. He was a lot quicker than me. Definitely not a PB run, and so 2013 went out first with a bang and then a whimper.

Although obviously by then my sights were set on Paris. . . . . . 2014 here we come, bringing with it two funerals and a wedding...and a spell on the injury bench. 

see you next time.

Back to The Future (part 1)

So, lots to catch up on.

I'm going to try and fit a brief (but not too brief) run down of my 2012 (apres VLM) in one post. Lets face it my memory isn't what it used to be, so it will mostly consist of me looking at old Runkeeper entries (this was my Pre-Garmin era after all) and trying to recall what happened.

I'm going to hand over to Wayne and Garth now to take you back. . .

OK, so imagine its 2012, and you've just completed your first marathon (in a very glacial time of 6 hours and change), London in fact, in Olympic year. Emotions are high, energy levels are low, and you cant remember how to operate your legs in order to sit down and take your running shoes off.  It is the hardest thing you have ever done, you are very tearful and really really need a hug from your support team (husband!)
On the way back to the hotel old ladies give up their seats on the tube for you and taxis and police cars honk their horns and thumbs up at you walking along the road, wearing your foil blanket on top of your clothes because you didn't take enough layers for afterwards and its pretty cold. . . 

Yep, my first marathon was an experience I wasn't in a hurry to repeat. In fact i do believe I actually uttered the words "I'm never doing that again!".  For the following week I was taking stairs carefully and wincing a lot when required to do anything strenuous like, ooh, stand up.

8 days after I staggered along the Mall towards the finish, I managed to complete a slow 3 mile run.

And so just like Gene Autry (and still walking somewhat like a cowboy too) it appears I was back in the saddle again. .

For the next month I did very little over 5 miles but plenty of off road. In the middle of May i took my elderly mum away to Cornwall for a week to see the Eden Project etc and so took advantage of the trails around the cottage we were staying in, and the end of May brought the popular Poole Festival of Running 10k which I had in a moment of madness signed up for, and was competing in for the first time - finished middle to back of the pack at 1:05 and change.

Must have had problems with my legs after that since my runkeeper notes say ". . no idea why I keep getting twitches, shooting pains and muscles feel like they are wired up wrong?"

I vaguely recall I had developed problems with the delightful Piriformis muscle at the time causing my sciatic nerve to play up.

nothing to write home about in June (very short runs only) apart from a random 11 mile hike over the Purbecks (i think i was accompanying a friend who was training for the Dorset Doddle - a 32 mile walk or run from Weymouth to Swanage in a 12 hour time limit).

Nor in fact much in July which seems to have consisted of very short runs under 3 miles, a few parkruns and very few notes dammit.

In August i had a nice surprise when a friend who was moving house donated a old mountain bike to me, and I think the cycling had a marked improvement on my running (something which i need to take up again in 2015), and competed in the Studland Country Fair 5k which is a lovely offroad course in the Purbeck Hills and takes in views of the harbour and Agglestone Rock. Regardless of finish time you can be sure of stunning scenery!

Scenic finish to the month!

Still cycling regularly through September seemed to help me slowly increase the miles a bit more, as I was putting in mostly 3 and 4 mile runs with some longer ones thrown in, and a very small 5k trail run called the Black Hill Run in Bere Regis. So small in fact there were less than 20 runners! more of this race later.
Also in this month I had volunteered to marshall at the then brand new Purbeck Marathon. I was stationed just after the train crossing and am ashamed to say that at the time I hadn't heard of local legend Steve Way, and so had no idea he wouldn't need to be offered jelly babies when he passed me, oops...  This race definitely inspired me though, as I decided there and then (while conveniently forgetting about my last marathon) that i would run it one day...

This was followed by a 10k run around the Cerne Abbas Giant, called 'The Cerne Burn' at the end of Sept, which started at Minton House in Minterne Magna, Dorset. Quite hard work with serious hills in the first half but some lovely downhills - this seems to have been stopped now.

If you read my last blog you might know that just before London I had been trying out minimalist shoes, namely Merrell Pace Glove, and although i didn't get enough mileage in them to wear them in the marathon, by October all my runs were done in these shoes.

Yeah i know the barefoot/minimalist craze seemed a bit faddy to some people but you know I didn't dive into using them, I did a lot of research (possibly too much!) first and although I made the mistake the first time I used them of running 5 miles (oops my calves hated me after that) after that i eased back into them. take it from me, if you are thinking about moving to minimalist or barefoot shoes, take it really slowly!

The unusual 12km distance of the Studland Stampede race was the highlight for me in October - this is really one of my all time favourite races now, and 2012 was the second year I had done it.

The race takes in a lot of the Studland 5k route above and then stretches out further over the heath, beyond the dunes and onto the beach for a testing 2km plus finish stretch that never seems to end.

A nice medal and one of The Best Goody bags ever, mean that this remains one of my regular races.

I think it was about now that I was invited to join a group of friends on regular Thursday evening runs on our local heath.

In the Dark

With Headtorches.

let me tell you, if you haven't tried this, its great fun. Although, if you are squeamish about dirt, its probably not for you, as quite a bit of mud is involved! we took several dogs too (ones that belonged to us I hasten to say, we didn't just take random ones. . )

Mix in a lot of laughter as one by one we hit the same patch of mud, plenty of hills, and the weird experience of feeling like you are running in a little bubble of light. . . well I recommend you give it a go.

Mind you all this heath & hill running was good practice for the Endurance Life 10k which was my penultimate event of 2012.

This is part of their Dorset Coastal Trail Series and is pretty damn hilly! All the races (which include a 10k, half, marathon, and an ultra) start and end at the picturesque Lulworth Cove.

I'd done a recce the week before with Max the dog, but unfortunately got the route backwards, so when we went from the start up the main path to Durdle Door, it was a bit of a shock!

an elevation gain of around 300 metres for a 10k (and most of that in the first half) made for a fair bit of walking, and certainly the hardest 10k I've done to date. I was most impressed with the instant finish time you got after crossing the line, which was made possible by 'dibber' wristbands.

This is the only time I've actually bought a race photo though as for a change it came out good. Such great weather for December, and a great backdrop too!

look, both feet off the ground and I'm smiling!

Unfortunately December had it's downs as well as it's ups.

A week before Christmas I had a distressed phone call at work from my dad, saying my mother had had a fall and she had been taken to hospital with a suspected broken leg. Please could i come at once he didnt feel he could cope. Given that my parents were over 70 what could i do but drop everything.
However since they were living in Nottinghamshire, over 4 hours away, this wasnt a simple visit - especially so close to the festivities.
First of all I tried to contact hubby, but as he was working in the back of beyond that day I had to be content with a text message. Then I went home and packed a quick bag. This is when i realised how much of a runner i had become as the first thing that went in was my running kit!
Having tried to reach Kevin once more all i could do was leave a note, and get going. I didnt want to wait too long not wanting to be reaching the M1 at rush hour in the dark.
Poor Kev came home that day, not having recieved my text, to a dark house and a note.
Luckily my mum had not broken a leg and was released the following day, and I eventually returned home on Christmas Eve, leaving my parents to share the festivites with my aunt and uncle who lived round the corner, and having spent the interim time directing Christmas preparation from afar.
Kevin found out the hard way how much prep goes into even a simple christmas! I even managed to get a couple of quick runs in while i was there.

Well after the panic of the previous week, christmas happened without any more drama, and 2012 concluded with another 10k, but this one couldn't have been more different to the previous one, a flat mainly tarmac Boxing Day run around Poole Park (Round the Lakes 10k) with no frills (but a bottle of wine and a 10k pb);

aaaand, also some Grand Plans for 2013 for my longest most difficult event so far, entered in a moment of madness . . (more to come next time, but I'll give you a clue in that it involves the South West Coast path)

So that concludes 2012, sorry it was so long. hope you weren't too bored, I'll try to make 2013 more interesting. . .