I started 2016 unsure if I could complete a marathon, unsure of my future, where I was going and in some ways unsure of myself. I’m ending it knowing the answer to at least one of those questions and realising that it’s ok to not know the answer to the others.
A race I never intended to run this year until two friends said why not? And I said Hell yeah! Whilst gently sipping a lovely Ale in the pub.
The mouth-to-mouth marathon is one of the 4 races in the river series put on by Sussex Trail Events. I’ve had the pleasure of running in some of their other (shorter) events but never taken on one of their trail marathons, or any trail marathon for that matter! Read More
Yesterday I had a truly difficult day, the details of which are neither relevant nor interesting. What did happen as a result though was that I crossed off one of my many 2017 goals, yeah in 2016!! I laced up after work with the intention of running hard and fast, and it paid off! I ran my fastest 5k and my fastest 10k and not only that but my 10k time was sub 50!!! I was totally elated and shocked, whilst feeling rather like my lungs were on fire and that I might throw up at any moment (that’s normal right)? I sat back and thought to myself how great progress feels after months of what can only be described as digressing! Read More
I’ve been submerged for what feels like far too long. I think in some sense that’s because I felt I had to understand it, stay put and feel through it! As if without doing this I might not ever know how not to be.
I sat in tears last week as a world voted for what I so strongly disagree with, again! It felt isolating and scary. I felt lost and confused. I wallowed and then I sank. The weight I felt from all areas of life compounded on my shoulders.
Then she spoke and her words have rattled around in my brain. It’s taken a while for them to settle, for me to settle! To see what I always know is there, a way out. A small tiny moment that means nothing but acts as a catalyst. Read More
I pride myself on being totally honest in this sphere and I’m thankful that I have a place where I can write out what I’m going through both physically and emotionally, the highs and lows of that, and how as a now 29 year old, pretty average British lass I’m still figuring it all out!
This week I’ve had the pleasure of being reached out to by a few friends and loved ones who are struggling. They don’t know it but I’ve been struggling too. To have them come to me, if even just for a cup of tea or a late night text, makes me feel incredibly touched. I like to think that by being totally open here, I’ve opened up avenues for people to feel comfortable admitting they’re not ok to me. There is nothing more important than feeling that you can openly say “you know what I’m just not doing so good”.
Amsterdam is beautiful. The people are friendly, the views are liberal, and the vibe is old city meets hipster chic and I just loved it. Obviously I was there to run it, not sightsee but I tried to do a little of both.
Amsterdam marathon was to be my second full 26.2 and I had been training towards my sub4. My training had gone really well and if you are a regular to this space you’ll know all about it. I’d got comfortable running 5ks with a pace starting with a 7, 10ks and halfs with an 8, and I just hoped I could hold out with the 9 minute mile for 26.2.
I’ve been so slack on my marathon diaries and have shamefully not updated you on my training since the super awesome 18 miler. Well I’ve now said hello and swiftly goodbye to the 20 miler, recorded a new 5K and 10K PB and got myself a lot stronger! It’s officially two weeks till the taper tantrums start, but I’m slowing things down a little early to jet set off to my second home and get that much needed Vitamin D boost!
My buddy messaged me yesterday to say she just couldn’t stop doubting herself, and whilst I reeled off (with ease) the 1 million reasons why she really should never doubt herself, the things I see in her every day that make her an incredible human! I couldn’t help but feel like a total hypocrite because I was sat on the sofa, sipping tea, and doubting myself hard.
It was so easy for me to look at her and say “You’re a crazy woman! Doubt! You’re flipping incredible, stop it right now and believe in yourself!” And it was 100% true, it rolled so effortlessly out my head, I had no second thoughts, no questions no what if’s!
Training hard, watching the clock and the scales can be such a results driven game. It’s easy to forget the feeling, the love, the passion for what you’re doing, for what I’m doing.
I’ve been flirting with an ITB flare up for a week or two. This is my bodies go to injury, I know it well and it has meant being sensible-ish, well more sensible than I normally am; Listening intently, stretching, and not pushing my running all that hard. I am still trying desperately to get faster, and as Amsterdam sneaks ever closer I can’t help but want to work every run, every session at max level.