It’s a long road to sub 1:50 (the Liverpool Half Marathon)

I wasn’t meant to be doing a half marathon this year. After last year’s London marathon, I swore off distance running for a while to focus on bringing down my 10k time and somehow discovered a love for speed. In the intervening months I ran 2 10k races and managed to PB at them both bringing my current 10k time down firstly to 51:46 (Liverpool – July) then to 50:55 (Rockingham – November, thanks to super pacer SPFC_2014). 
Somehow in the meantime I had decided to enter the Mablethorpe half marathon in October. Seduced by my improving speed I reckoned I could finally get under the 2 hour mark for a half marathon so although I had swore off distance running, off I went, and came in at 1:55:26. So the competitive person in me immediately decided I could go under 1:50. However! There were no plans for another half in 2016, until Fitness Rewards ran a competition for places to the Liverpool and Bath half marathons. I’m a very competitive person, and the competition was all about earning my weekly activity points as part of my life insurance policy and tweeting evidence to them in the #RacetoGold so I was thrilled when I won, except it meant I had to run another half marathon. 
In the meantime, at the end of October, I had started a runstreak with my husband so although I didn’t follow a specific half marathon training plan, I did a few long runs and was building strength and endurance through running every day so I decided to go for it and aim for under 1 hour 50 minutes. 

The day arrived and the competition place included hospitality from Vitality, so I wasn’t even standing nervously near the start line, I was in a VIP area with Dan my husband, who had also won a place, thinking about my race strategy – which was essentially very simple. Find the 1:50 pacer and hang on for dear life! A strategy which may or may not have worked, but became irrelevant because I made the start line with one minute to spare by leaping over the fence into the pen, startling two ladies, just before the airhorn went off. Luckily we had done a mile warm up 20 minutes previously so we could practice the finish – it was cobbly!! 
So we were off. I had no pacer to gauge my speed so instead I kept a close eye on my watch (I’m currently testing the Epson Runsense SF-810) to ensure I was running at 8:19 minutes per mile. The first mile or so of a long race is always a bit frantic as runners settle into their comfortable paces, and this was no different with runners zig zagging in and out, trying to find their own space to run in, particularly around the traffic islands. There were 6500 of us at Liverpool so not a massive race but still a fairly crowded start. 
The first mile included a short hill up to Upper Parliament Street which slowed my pace a little but I still did the first mile in 8.26 so was pleased to see I wasn’t far off pace. I tend to take a few miles to warm up properly, so concentrated on my cadence as I usually do to make sure my pace didn’t drop too much and I had the view of the magnificent Anglican cathedral to enjoy. The hill had taken a bit out of my legs but by mile 3 I was back to a comfortably hard 8:17 average. 
At the 3.5 mile point we began our circuit of the beautifully green Sefton Park. I had run my July 10k PB here so was looking forward to coming back and running here again, as it’s a beautiful space. Th route took us around the edge, through the middle, and then back around the other side and it’s quietly undulating so you don’t really notice an incline, it just feels more of an effort to maintain your pace. I knew I was slightly off my 1:50 goal pace and would have to work hard the last few miles but I knew they were flat. However, I also had the niggling beginnings of blisters on my big toes which I was trying my hardest to ignore. 
Mile 8 was my quickest mile at 8:14 and looking at the elevation graph later it’s clear to see why – a lovely downhill through Otterspool park, another beautiful green valley through the city which spits you out in dramatic fashion on the Mersey. What a view greeted us as we zigzagged out of the little green oasis to suddenly see the sun glinting off the river and turn into the Promenade for the last 4 miles. 

By this point in the race I was flagging as I had forgotten to pack any gels. Normally at the 8 mile point in a half marathon I would have taken a gel to give me a boost for the final few miles. I didn’t know how much of this is placebo or whether they actually help me, but I gradually started to slow down. A combination of the self doubt demons, the heat (I was so uncomfortably sweaty I was tempted to dive into the Mersey to cool off – not recommended!) and my blisters which were verging on the painful edge of uncomfortable. 
My last three miles were my slowest of the race, at 8:34, 8:36 and 9.05! However I think this is because as I passed through the 10 mile mark at 1:24, I told myself I could still PB even if I ran a 30 minute 5k which I knew I could easily do. So I gave myself permission to give up on the 1:50 goal for today, and just focus on a PB. I even stopped briefly for a little drink at the last water station. 

The last mile always feels so far, and I didn’t particularly appreciate the cobbles underfoot on the waterfront, or having to dodge bollards (one bloke just behind me ran right into one – ouch!) and watch out for lots of kerbs and speed bumps – there were a lot! However, I could now see the Albert Dock and knew I was home, so a quick burst of speed and I round the corner at the museum of Liverpool. The crowd was amazing there! I had no idea what time I had run by that point, but just concentrated on picking up my legs and rounding the last corner. What a surprise when I saw Dan waiting there for me, just before the finish line. He grabbed my hand, and we did a strong finish together, smiling for the camera! I was done!!!!

A PB of 1:51:12 – that was a whole 4 mins off my previous best. I was happy with that. I had done the best I could have done on the day – sub 1:50 can wait. 

At the finish I saw Erica, who I hadn’t seen since last March at the UKRunChat Anglesey weekend. So we had a lovely catch up while we collected our medals, a lucozade sport, a bottle of water, a goody bag, and a tshirt (our second of the day as we had also been given Vitality tshirts to run in as part of our prize).
We then headed back to the VIP area where there was a feast of sandwiches and cake laid out. I had a cup of tea first though! 

All in all a wonderful day out. The sunshine made the city even more beautiful than it already is, and although there wasn’t much of a crowd along the route, there were nice pockets of cheering at the park and along the promenade. The route was quite winding and included a few tight spots, my least favourite of which was the underpass at Aigburth Road where we had to slow to a walk to get in and out. There also seemed to be an awful lot of kerbs and street furniture to have to look out for. And my poor blisters didn’t appreciate the cobbles at the end. 
All in all though, I thoroughly enjoyed it. Thank you Liverpool for having us, and thank you to Fitness Rewards and Vitality for making us feel like VIPs. 
It was also lovely to see lots of fellow ukrunchatters there on the day – Chris, Nic, Helen, Rob, Mike, Jon – and a few others who saw me but I didn’t see. 


A cautionary tale about how to learn to love yourself. True story. 

I never step on the sad step. Ever since I ‘retired’ as a slimming club leader and handed back my two sets of perfectly calibrated, fear-inducing, sets of scales, and took up running one month later, I’ve never looked back.I’ve never been really overweight (maybe a little plump around the middle) but I have always struggled to maintain a healthy attitude towards my weight. I was always the ‘Fat Kid’ at school. I had the nickname Hulk for goodness sake because I was also tall. Kids can be so cruel. And that kind of torment stays with you. It’s always in the back of your head, whispering, you’re too fat, you’re ugly, you’re worthless. 

I’m ashamed to say that stuck with me well into adulthood. I spent a bit of time living abroad where my weight yo-yo’d. On a student budget in Spain I dropped right down to a size 8. Salad and shots. A tanned skin and bones. In Italy I expanded to a size 14, plump on pasta and pizza and vino. Then I joined a slimming club when I returned to the UK and my obsession with calories and saturated fat began. Within a few months I was back to a size 8. But I still didn’t like what I saw in the mirror. Then an engagement and marriage, and contentment sets in. Back to a size 14. Classic yo-yo dieter. And I was selling this lifestyle as a leader; how ironic that I struggled to maintain my own weight or keep active. I didn’t believe the words I was telling my members. So I quit. Because you have to truly live a lifestyle you sell, and I wasn’t. I felt empty and hollow. 

Quitting that twisted obsession I had developed with weight and BMI and calories and fat gave me a chance to try something new. I went out for a run and within 5 weeks I had dropped a dress size. And why had nobody ever told me about the endorphins?! I hold these post-run endorphins solely responsible for what happened next …

A idea emerged, a running group, that’s what I needed. So with no experience, no qualifications, a group of four friends high on running endorphins created an ideology for a group where people could run for fun and fitness, and where nobody would ever get left behind. 

Today I am a runner. A chairperson. A coach. A leader. I work in health and wellbeing. I lead a fitness lifestyle. I eat healthily. I never weigh myself. Until today … 

Today I stepped on the scales at the gym and was surprised to see I was at my original ‘goal weight’ from all those years ago when I struggled with weighing and measuring every morsel of food to ensure I wasn’t eating too many calories. From a time I was unhappy with myself. Today, I smiled at that number and thought it really doesn’t matter. I am strong. I am fit. I am happy. I love myself. And everything has clicked into place. Finally.  


Running scared at Hebden

Yesterday I took part in an event that was brand new to me in terms of terrain and running ability.

The Hebden is an LDWA event and is billed on its website as: “routes of 22 and 15 miles, catering for both walkers and runners … a tough event with a substantial amount of climbing  and … therefore unsuitable for beginners. Some navigational ability is required.”
Nick, our running club vice-chair and resident ultra runner has done The Hebden a few times and as our club – based in flat Lincolnshire – discovered an affection for hill running this year, he suggested we try the Hebden, which promises around 4000ft of climbing along its 22 mile route. I’ll admit at first I wasn’t interested, but after really enjoying cross country this year, and an outing to Mam Tor in the Peak District in November, my husband and I decided on a whim in December to join the group of our Witham Runners heading to the event and managed to get a place. 
Although I really enjoy trail running, map reading is not in my skill set so the thought of getting lost in the Pennine hills was scaring me a bit. I was also unsure of what to wear to run in, so knowing the conditions would be close to freezing, I opted for some thin running tights, thin socks (which would dry out quickly when they got wet) with my Salomon Speedcross 3 trail shoes, a long sleeved base layer, vest, thin water/wind resistant Under Armour jacket, and a Brooks windproof top to wear if it got really cold which I carried in my Quechua backpack. I also wore a woolly hat, buff and gloves.

I was nervous as we arrived at the Mytholmroyd cricket pavilion around 7am – a change to the usual starting point of the church hall after the devastating flooding a few weeks ago (the route had also been shortened slightly to cut out the lower, flooded sections) – but after a cup of tea and some hot toast, we headed outside for the “mass” start of around 450 runners. The start was a bit chaotic as we headed down a very icy canal towpath, and then straight up a steep, icy hillside via some rocky steps. Along the tops, the pack spread out a little as we witnessed a magnificent sunrise, and then “splat” – my first fall of the day as I slipped on an icy patch of mud. I landed on my back and the shock was enough to make me cry. Luckily, 3 of my running club were there to help me as I hobbled along for a quarter of a mile or so, until I felt able to start running again. 

That fall had shaken me up, and I was fearful of falling again, so every time we went downhill I slowed down to walking pace and would pick my way around the icy patches by standing on the grass at the edge. Gemma and I had agreed to stick together for this event, and as we headed up a track with a few runners following, we noticed a line of runners in the distance far below headed off to our left, and we realised we had missed a turning. After consulting our map, and discussing our predicament with the other runners who had followed us – oops! – we backtracked and headed back to find the right path. We had gone about 1.5 miles out of our way. As we headed down off the first hill, I noticed some walkers were starting to overtake me, and realised then I was way outside my comfort zone and that we had fallen quite a way behind. At that point I was seriously considering dropping out when I got to Check Point (CP) 1, and was in the middle of giving myself a stern talking to when I got to the bottom and saw Gem waiting for me, who had also just fallen. A big hug, and we headed to CP1 for some juice and a piece of tiffin with a vow we would get through this together. 


By this point we had lost Sue and Mike after we had taken a wrong turn so our plan was to catch them up, and we headed towards CP2 across some fields a little quicker, meeting three ladies en route who had also set out running but were finding the terrain difficult. We headed down into Hardcastle Crags up a track, crossed a river, and headed back up the valley via the slipperiest, rockiest steps I have ever seen, with a sheer drop into the valley below. I’m not a fan of heights, and this fear combined with my fear of slipping on the ice took all my concentration. We made it to CP2 however and rang Mike and Sue who assured us we weren’t far behind them. 
From CP2 we headed across more fields, up a hillside to the highest point so far with wonderful views of the snowy Pennines, and back down into a wooded valley, where we again missed a turning, but again soon righted ourselves and headed down a very icy track into CP3 at around 9.5 miles where there were toilets (hooray!), tea and coffee (amazing!), sandwiches and a vast array of home baked cakes. The best checkpoint ever! 

From CP3, full of renewed vigour and (coffee) beans, we ran up the hill to the footbridge to cross a main road, and realised it was closed, so had to do another double back. We then started the long slow climb up to Studely Pike. It was here we realised Mike and Sue had got horribly lost between CP2 and CP3 and we felt helpless because we had no way of finding them. At this point we had been going for 4 hours and had covered little more than 11 miles. Progress was painfully slow; however the end was in sight. The snowy track up to the Pike was beautiful, but another spectacular slip over saw me land in an enormous puddle, much to the amusement of the people behind me. Luckily I was unharmed this time, and spent the next 10 minutes of climbing chortling to myself at what a fool I must have looked, soaking wet through and covered in mud. I caught Gem up at the top and we headed across an icy bog, trying to decide which ice puddles were strong enough to hold our body weight, and which ones may crack. I felt I was walking on a lava field. Coming down off this hill was torturous, with slippery ice, bogs amongst the heather, and huge rocks which could do serious damage if we fell, and it was here were heard the news that Sue had reached CP3 eventually, but was on her way to hospital with a suspected broken wrist. 

At that point I seriously questioned my sanity. What was I doing up on the moors, a mother with responsibilities at home? If I broke an arm or leg, how would I look after my family? I made a vow to get down safely, however long it took me. I felt very alone up there. I couldn’t see anyone behind me, and the people in front seemed to be making much quicker progress than me and disappearing down the hillside. By this point I was sweating out loud, and just wanted to get down off the hill. I reached the rocky steps, and slid down them on my bottom, then reached the woodland and more wooden steps until finally we saw CP4 where I profusely thanked the marshall for the sweetest blackcurrant juice I had ever tasted! 

Gem and I had already decided we would head straight back from here, rather than complete the full 20 mile distance. We had already done 15 miles after our wrong turns, so we headed down another icy track, and back into Mytholmroyd along the canal towpath to the pavilion where my husband was waiting with a high five for both of us. He’s been waiting so long he had started helping with the pot washing to pay rent. 

Emotions washed over me; relief, pride, joy, tiredness, guilt at putting myself in danger. I changed into dry clothes, had two cups of tea and some pork pie and peas, and said my goodbyes to my teammates, and on heading out to the car with my husband he told me he’d had news earlier that my nan had died the night before. I sat in the car a while and cried tears of all these mixed emotions. 
Ultimately, I enjoyed the event but I was completely out of my comfort zone, and had relied on others to help me find my way. Luckily, weather conditions, although icy, were clear so that we could see runners ahead and know we were on the right track. I feel like I had put myself in danger up there; I know I could have so easily fallen and broken something, as I now know a few did. I’d like to go back and run the route again in less slippery conditions. It’s a spectacular route with stunning views and incredibly tough hills, not for the faint hearted. 
I’ve learnt that I CAN continue to push past my comfort zone and test myself, and for that I thank you, Hebden.

Special thanks to Gem for encouragement, my husband Dan for support and patience, and the LDWA for a spectacularly organised event with amazing food. 

Total miles: 16.7

Total elevation: 2932 feet


Running is less of a chore

I promised I would blog regularly about running every day, but I don’t particularly want to blog stats. I’m not bothered how many miles I’ve run or how fast. However, I have noticed an increase in my average pace and my overall fitness: I’m sure my VO2 Max is improving as I’ve clocked a few new PBs this month. 

Today is Day 37. It’s surprising how quickly a month has passed. In that time, I’ve come 56 seconds off my 2015 goal of a sub 50 10k, bagging myself a new PB of 50:55. In a month I’ve also brought my fastest mile time down from 7:16 to 6:56. I’m also noticing I’m putting less effort into maintaining a faster pace; a sure sign my fitness and leg strength is improving. 

At the beginning, I was worried about running becoming a chore. However, it’s become the opposite; now it’s just something I automatically do. It doesn’t feel that tough anymore, and Dan and I have been out in some conditions we wouldn’t usually run in, simply because we have to run every day. It’s been enlightening. I admit I was also worried more about how much kit I would get through. We do have a LOT more laundry, but I’m less squeamish now about wearing the same kit two days running (apologies running buddies!). Dry shampoo is also my friend! 

What about the mental side of running every day? I admit it is pretty mental. But it’s starting to feel normal. Although there have been maybe 5 or 6 days this month where I’ve struggled to muster enthusiasm, mostly I’m automatically putting my kit on and putting one foot in front of the other. Incidentally, Dan has reported feeling more positive too. Much of the time I’m running on my own, which I never used to particularly enjoy, but the dog keeps me company sometimes and I actually enjoy time to just think and appreciate the change in the season. 

What has surprised me most this month about maintaining a runstreak has been the amount of people who have got in touch to say they’ve been watching with interest and that I’ve inspired them to do something similar, which is very flattering. I’ve been invited to write a guest blog, and deliver a talk to our Women’s Institute next month about what I’m doing. 

What has been key this month has been how varied and FUN I’ve managed to keep the running. I’ve run trails, hills, fells, cross country, road, paths, and even a racetrack (thank you Rockingham!), short (one mile), long (ten miles), fast, slow … and despite having set a lower limit of a mile, I’ve been averaging 3.3 miles a day. 

Here are my stats so far for those who are interested: 37 days, 123 miles.  

You can follow my progress on Strava or Twitter

Running is great for mental health




Representing my club at a cross country race


10k PB in windy conditions at Rockingham


The top of Winter Hill in Bolton


At the summit of Mam Tor


Dan, Bella and I, united in our runstreak


“Just my luck to pick a leap year” – Dan’s take on our #Run366 challenge.

I am going to run every day for a year. There, I’ve said it. Its out in the open, I have to do it. The easiest person to break a promise to is yourself especially if you are the only one in on the promise. I will get up at 6am and go for a run, I won’t eat another biscuit, and I will cut the grass when I get home. How many times have you reneged on a promise to your self? Well, this is a promise to all of you, I will run everyday for a full year. I started on the 1st November 2015, and will continue to at least the 31st October 2016. The more observant amongst you will realize that means I will complete 366 days; just my luck to pick a leap year. 

“Why?” is the most popular question I get asked when people find out about my plans. The truth is that there isn’t a simple answer. Last month I had the privilege of meeting Ron Hill MBE. Yes, the man who put his name to those running tights which have resulted in ridicule for many a runner returning from a winter run. But did you know that he was the second person to break 2:10 for a marathon, won the Boston marathon in 1970, has competed at the Olympics twice and won gold at the European and Commonwealth games? A man with real pedigree I am sure you will agree but the thing that really catches the imagination is his world record run streak. Mr Ron Hill has run every day since December 1964. Every day for over half a century!!!

Taking inspiration from this run streak could be reason enough to start my own, if I live long enough I could even try and match the 50 years. In a way, meeting Ron Hill just gave me the vehicle for challenging myself. I needed something to push myself. I have challenged myself in the past; run a marathon (3 times), completed a triathlon (twice), learnt to slide on ice at 70mph (bobsleigh skeleton and Olympic luge), fly solo and run the longest obstacle course in the world (200+ obstacles over 20 miles), but now I needed something else. Something long term which involved a different type of challenge, one that I couldn’t get through by gritting my teeth and bearing the pain for a short period. The difference with a year long challenge is it is going to need a new kind of perseverance, a different mindset. Regardless of how I feel, I will have to drag my backside out for a run everyday regardless of the weather.

Since our daughter was born my wife and I don’t get a huge amount of time to get hot and sweaty together. We used to do it all the time whenever the mood took us. I am of course talking about running together (what else?!) and whilst this doesn’t necessarily allow us to run together, we at least have the same aim for the next 12 months and can support and encourage each other (or sit there smugly having done a morning run as the other heads out in the cold evening rain). I’ll keep you up to date with our progress and the challenges we face over the year. If you want to join us then please get in touch or use the hashtag #run366

Can I run 366? Yes I can!

A few weeks ago, my husband and I had the opportunity to run with Ron Hill, who as many will know has been running every day for over 50 years. Ron is 77 years old, and was a gold medal winner in his time. Ron clearly loves his running, and just speaking to him it became clear that he hadn’t set out to run such an epic runstreak, he just really enjoys what he does. He’s clearly fit and healthy, and it got us thinking about how we both really hope we’re still running in our 70s.

I’ve watched as others have embarked on runstreaks in the past, some now well past day 1000  of running every day, and I’ve wondered how they do it. In fact, I’ve silently admonished them for daring to ask their bodies to run every day without rest. I’ve been an injured runner on two occasions during the last 5 years, and I have never understood how somebody can run that much without getting injured. Since embarking on my coaching qualifications, I’ve also learnt a lot about recovery, and quality over quantity, and I can spot the symptoms of overtraining easily now, It would be fair to say I’ve been very dubious about runstreaks for these reasons.

However, after seeing how normal Ron Hill is, and after chatting to other runners who had completed the October #RunEveryDay challenge, we decided to set ourselves a bigger challenge of running every day for a year. I’ll let my husband write his own reasons for doing this, but for me it’s really just an experiment to see what happens. I’m anticipating that I’ll improve fitness, and avoid injury by becoming stronger. I’m also interested in how it could potentially boost my mental strength and impact on other areas of my life: for example, will it have a positive or negative effect on my other priorities? Will it boost, or reduce, my immune system? Will I see an improvement in my running pace, or will it tire me out?

We have only set one rule, and that is that for it to count as a runstreak, we must go out and run at least one mile every day.

I would love to know your thoughts if you have experience of a runstreak, or if you are thinking of trying one. Feel free to join us on Strava, Twitter or Facebook #Run366 

Anyone can run a marathon. Honestly. (Practical tips and inspiration 👇🏻) #ukrunchat

Our local magazine asked me recently to submit a piece about my London Marathon experience, and I jumped at the chance because I’ve always said: “Anyone can run a marathon” and I truly believe that, so I hope my own experiences inspire others to undertake similar challenges.

However, lately on the Twitter community I’ve grown to love so much (namely #UKRunChat), there have been disturbed grumblings from some who don’t feel they can call themselves runners because they’re – in their words – slow. Some just feel that they’re not true runners. Even those that have run a marathon or further. Others have been made to feel that way by others. This makes me sad. And a bit angry.

So let’s clear this up once and for all. If you’re reading this blog, and even contemplating a marathon, you’re a runner. If you’ve been out for a run, you’re a runner. If you enjoy running – at whatever speed, you’re a runner! If you’re a member of a ‘jogging’ group or a running club, you’re a runner. Run/jog/fast/slow – it’s all just semantics. Who actually cares? And I’ve put the word ‘jogging’ in inverted commas because it carries such negative connotations in the running world, but what does it actually mean? In my opinion, if you go out there and put one foot in front of the other, and get a bit sweaty, and bloody enjoy it – you’re a runner, ok?

I’m glad we cleared that up.

I’m not a ‘natural’ runner; I was never athletic at school; I only took up running to get fit after I left university, but somehow I’ve become the person that inspires others to run, since setting up our village running club, Witham Runners, and I’m not entirely sure how that happened. I’m definitely not fast (my official 5k PB remains unbroken at 25:17) but I count myself as a runner. Who cares what others may think; it certainly hasn’t stopped me. Every one of my 35 beginners who started our Learn to Run course a fortnight ago, and is run/walking, in determined fashion, to better themselves, to get fitter, to gain in personal confidence, is already a runner to me. And one of them has already asked me about the feasibility of completing her first marathon next year. To which I said (obviously): Yes! Go for it!

This year’s London Marathon was my 2nd. I ran the event last year – my first ever marathon – and what a learning curve that was. Hobbling over the finish line after months of training in the cold, wind, rain, hail, sleet and anything else the winter weather could throw at me; ecstatic, but exhausted; inspired but injured; I swore ‘Never again!’ However, fate had other ideas and a competition win offered me a free place in the London Marathon 2015. I couldn’t refuse, because many people try unsuccessfully for years in the ballot, or feel under pressure to raise thousands for charity in exchange for a place.

The London Marathon itself is an amazing experience. I’ve watched it on TV for years, so it’s a surreal experience knowing the world is watching you now. Lining up with the masses in Greenwich Park; trying to find the wackiest fancy dress runners to stand next to so you can spot yourself on the TV later (this year I found myself between a giant orange tent and a silver spaceman); running past all the sights – my favourites are the crowds at Cutty Sark, Tower Bridge and Canary Wharf; the weight of the finisher’s medal around your neck; and the knowledge that you’re in – depending which statistics you believe – a 1-2% minority of the population that is believed to have run a marathon.

There were things I didn’t expect from the marathon too; how mentally exhausting it is to listen to a deafening crowd of people constantly shout your name for however long it takes you to run a marathon (in my case 4 hours 31 minutes); how your body urges you to give up, sit down, lie down at around 23 miles, and how that aforementioned crowd spurs you on; the instant gratification of a jelly baby; the sheer range of emotions you experience from mile to mile; the incredible and instant muscle soreness once you stop; the tears of joy.

A marathon hurts, however much training you do, but somehow a marathon also feels good too. I said in my last blog post about London (here) that a marathon strips off all your layers one by one, like an onion. Insecurity. Doubt. Fear. Anger. Sadness. Guilt. Worry. Until eventually it is just you and the road ahead, and all you feel is intense joy and freedom. I stand by this. I can’t honestly express how joyful I felt running through London, except to say I felt like the wind. I felt free, and happy. I had not a care in the world. I was fist pumping the air. I was so happy I wanted to cry. I wasn’t just a runner; I was superwoman! And you know what – I walked bits of it through the drinks stations. But that doesn’t make me any less of a runner.

So why then am I now retiring from marathon running for a few years, just like our own Paula Radcliffe? Training these past couple of years has taken up a huge amount of time and I’ve been lucky enough to experience it two years running. I alluded to this earlier; you don’t just run a marathon. You spend months training; much of it is on your own because your friends all think you’re crazy. Who in their right mind would give up their evenings and weekends for the best part of 5 months to go and run for 2, 3, sometimes 4 hours at a time? I was lucky this year because several other Witham Runners were training for their first marathon (3 at London and one at Milton Keynes) so to have training partners to share the long runs with made this year’s training feel so much easier.

However, for now my marathon experience will help as I continue on my training as a Coach in Running Fitness, to help others realise that they can do anything they set their minds to if they really believe they can.

I’d love to hear your thoughts on this, whether you’ve run a marathon or many before, or whether you’re contemplating it. For now, here are some words of encouragement and advice from those within our #ukrunchat community who have run a marathon.













And my personal favourite: