Thankfully Mark Sheridan has written a wonderful blog (link below) about our experience swimming La Bocayna Strait on 27th December 2017.
We had a blast!
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My husband and I have been together for nearly 14 years and our relationship has evolved to the point where it is a perfectly normal thing to buy each other surprise race entries for birthdays and anniversaries. It’s Mark’s 40th this year so I decided to tick another one off the bucket list and entered us both for the Midnight Sun Marathon in Tromso, in the North of Norway, in the Arctic circle. It is a June race and I booked the trip in November which is a really long time for me to keep a secret. There were a few worrying moments when he nearly entered the South Downs 100 miler the weekend before but I kept my cool and only broke a few weeks before the race when I decided I had better give him a heads up on the marathon, in case he wanted to taper or something.2 flights later and we arrived in Tromso on the Friday afternoon. It soon became apparent that nothing in a Tromso is much more than a few minutes walk away and that most tourist destinations could be done in a day. The race would start at 8.30pm on the Saturday night. We went straight to the pasta party which was taking place in the hotel we were staying at and met a few other British runners. One couple had been in Tromso for 3 days. The girl in the couple was a new runner and nervous that she wouldn’t make the cut off whilst the boyfriend, having spent 3 days touring Tromso, had decided that he might as well join his girlfriend and run the marathon of which he had entered that day! We saw him during the race, he had left his girlfriend behind and was running pretty well… we hope relations resumed amicably after the race :-).
Saturday started with a hotel breakfast of all the buffet food we could eat followed by a ‘breakfast run’, a friendly 1km jog to a local bar which served a free breakfast. We made it a bit of mission to get free food on this trip as it could be eye-wateringly expensive e.g. £9 for a small glass of wine or £20 for a baguette… we soon clocked onto the fact that pizza seemed to be quite a cheap option and that if you picked the right places, it didn’t need to be extortionate.
8.30pm seemed a lifetime away and we spent the day looking around the museums. The polar museum is probably one of the most oppressive places I’ve been in a while; a study of the history of Norweigan trappers with very lifelike exhibitions of seal cubs getting axed and baby wolves getting caught in viscous metal traps, I made a note to myself not to being the kids to this one unless I was to completely traumatise them.
Finally 8.30pm came around and we walked the 2 minutes to the start line.
We started close to the front and went off too fast, completely ignoring the fact that we had both agreed to never go under 7.55min/mile. The first mile was 7.25. The second mile included going over the huge bridge that links Tromso with the mainland so that would slow us down and average out. 7.26. Oops. 7.42 for the third mile and we then settled down along the straight out and back, South then North back to bridge. I became aware of a lady in pink running right next to me and our strides were very similar. We got talking to an English guy, Tom, who was hoping for sub 3.30. We got to the turn point about 10km in and had dropped into a comfortable 7.50 pace. I had nearly dropped my phone whilst trying to take a selfie going over the bridge and once again nearly did a comedy juggling act as I attempted to take another photo of the view. The lady in pink, who had remained by my side, broke the silence between us and asked in broken English if she could take a photo of me. I denied her offer but we got chatting. Her name was Alex and she was Austrian; she had done 3 ironman marathons but this was her first fresh marathon and she was hoping for around 3.15. I told her that I was aiming under 3.30 and the man behind us who had been a bit chatty but was struggling gave an incredulous snort at the realisation that he may have gone out a bit quick. Alex and I remained at the front of the group with Tom, and Mark dropped behind with chatty man and quite a few others. The race was starting to spread out so it was nice to have the company of everyone around us. We passed the bridge and did a little loop which involved a pretty sharp but short hill before running onto the bridge to cross back over to Tromso. This was the halfway point and I felt really strong and we had been running a really consistent pace. There were a few huffs and puffs around us and we dropped a few of our group but remained with Alex and Tom. We ran through the town, it was now nearly 10.15pm and everyone was outside the pubs and bars in town cheering us on. The support so far had been incredible with everyone outside their houses chanting ‘hey ja, hey ha!’ This was really uplifting and all we had to do now was to run round the perimeter of the island in a ‘U’ shape in an out and back. At about 16 miles I felt the inevitable deterioration begin. I ushered Mark on with a gentle push on his shoulder and dropped behind him. I expected this feeling of fatigue to last but as I kept a check on my pace, I realised that I was still running 8min/mile pace. Right. I can do this then, I’m going to keep going as close to 8 min/miles as I can until 20miles and then see what happens.
I caught Mark back up at about 20 miles. I was feeling the tiredness creeping in and grabbed a cup of maxim and one of water at the aid station, walking 10-12 paces with them making sure I got the liquid down me. Mark was clearly struggling with muscle tightness and had really slowed. Tom was with him and it was now their turn to usher me on. I felt a sudden spurt of energy and slowly pulled ahead. With just 4 miles to go I was going past people and sticking close to 8min/miles. I started doing the maths about my finish time, I was pretty certain I could get in under 3.30 but it wasn’t a given. A girl came up on my shoulder, I hadn’t seen her behind me last time I looked for Mark so she was really speeding. Instead of going past, she stayed next to me and we slowly increased the pace, using each other’s metronomic stride to keep going. With about a mile to go, Mark came up beside us. I was shocked that he had recovered and got himself back to me but so happy that we would be able to finish together. The last mile was tough and with half a mile to go I could barely feel my legs, I was doing everything to keep moving forward and suddenly I saw the bridge which indicated the start of town and probably only 200m to go to the finish. As the finish line came into sight, I had to bite my lip to stop crying; I glanced at my watch and saw 3.27 as the distance ticked over 26.2. We ran down the finish straight to the cheers of the crowd and finished in 3.27.58, a pb of exactly 10 minutes from 10 weeks ago at Brighton.
Tom arrived a few minutes after us and as I glanced at my phone I realised it was exactly midnight; pretty cool.
I had envisioned finishing and having a beer in an outdoor bar whilst cheering others on, getting a bit tipsy and eventually crashing into bed. In reality, we crawled to the hotel bar; Mark had a beer and I, shivering, had a coke. I had only taken a few sips of my drink before announcing that we needed to go the room where I promptly puked then had a shower and, still shivering, crawled into bed fully clothed in my down jacket. It took me a few hours to actually sleep, my stomach felt awful and my legs were so painful, it’s been a while since I buried myself this much!
The next morning I woke up and found I could walk a lot better than I could the night before. We decided to jog 2.5miles to Telegraph Bay to have a quick dip in the water. For once, I was the one motioning for Mark to keep up as his calves remained in concrete-form. The beach was just beautiful, how often do you have grassland, sand, cool clear waters surrounded by snow-capped mountains?
Our dip last about 1 min but made us feel very fortunate to be in such an amazing place.
Although the trip has been quite a luxury, I would so thoroughly recommend it; the race was perfectly organised, the precision of the race planning was masked by the friendly and relaxed manner by which everyone was made to feel at ease. The aid stations, marshalls and the cosmopolitan mixture of runners just made the race such a pleasure and I wouldn’t hesitate to come back if the opportunity arose.
Thanks to MSM for organising an incredible race in an incredible place.
Midnight Sun Marathon, Tromso, Norway.
This would be my second consecutive year running from London to Brighton. Last year was my first 100km run and although it was one of the toughest runs I had done, it was pretty iconic to travel from London to Brighton and this year I felt like I was in good running condition to have a crack at well-paced race. The logistics on race day were simple; Mark, along with both kids, drove me to the start in Richmond at 7 and then followed me along the course for most of the day, picking me up and taking me home at the end. I love that my kids are so used to these morning adventures that they have no problem running around a field in their pyjamas at 6am!
I met up with fellow Tri Surrey member Matthew and, without too much hanging around, we were off. My strategy was to run no quicker than 9.45min/miles as I have a habit of going out a bit too quick and deteriorating pretty early on in most races! It felt so slow at first and I had to force myself to continue keeping an eye on the pace as hoards of people ran past. The first section of the race is along the Thames Path and so is dead flat and very runnable, the route then turns in towards Surbiton and the first of 7 checkpoints. I felt good and ran through the checkpoint, grabbing a banana and some water to have as I jogged. I was wearing sunglasses and a sleeveless top but it was really warm and I was feeling the heat. As if someone from above had heard my plea, the heavens opened and we had a brief but very heavy shower; it was blissful. As we continued climbing through Nonsuch Park and towards Oaks Park, the 25km checkpoint and where my in-laws live and would be cheering from, my stomach began to protest. My first feeling about this was annoyance; I usually would only have stomach issues if going out too fast or not drinking enough but I had been very careful with both of those things and didn’t feel like I deserved to feel like this! At this point I had a few walking breaks and shortly, in a bit of a grumpy frame of mind, jogged into Oaks Park to a cheery family. Grumble grumble, I collected another banana and had a dash to the portaloo. My stomach was indeed a bit of a mess and it wasn’t until I was discussing this with Mark after the race that he admitted having a bad tummy that day too and that it was likely we had both eaten something the night before that was bad. At least I can blame it on my bad cooking not on my bad pacing!
To be honest, the next 25km didn’t get much better and I was annoyed at my own pessimism which just made me more grumpy. I think this was all internal, I was happy to try and have a friendly chat with fellow runners and there were a few nice moments over Farthing Downs where I walked with a few different people. Just after Farthing Downs we emerged into Chaldon where Mark was waiting for me with the kids; this is about 1.5 miles from our house and I leant into the car window, the feeling of relief if I could have just got in and driven home was tangible. I quietly moaned to Mark, asking for his advice, wanting to ask if I could withdraw from the race and go home, but needing him to tell me to crack on. He didn’t need to say anything; out of the window my 3 year old yelled “just go and run Mummy!”. I had been told, off I jogged. I had a decent little spurt after this and ran into the next checkpoint ok. Unfortunately this didn’t last long and I walked out of the checkpoint, once again reassessing and downgrading my expectations. As I approached the Outwood windmill, I saw a familiar kit sitting on a bench. It was Matt and he was withdrawing from the race. He had had difficulties with training and today was not his day, he had run over a marathon and should be very proud to have got to the start line and completed what he did. I feel awkward admitting that I took a bit comfort from his demise but I kind of did- it gave me a kick up the backside to get moving and to get motivated and to take control of this run and make it a positive experience, after all the reason I run these races is for a feeling of challenge and enjoyment, not to beat myself up the whole way.
Soon I was jogging again and reached 56km checkpoint at Tulleys Farm. Many people stopped here to change socks, eat, have a massage but I wanted to keep moving so grabbed a banana and some water and jogged straight out. Soon after leaving I found myself running with another guy and we soon got chatting. Almost instantly the pain and negative thoughts melted away and were replaced with positivity and mindless chat. Sean and I chatted about ironman, running, holidays, family and kit for the next 6 hours and I am so grateful for his company. I really don’t know what else to say about the second half of the race because I forgot I was running for most of it. Sean and I got a move on when we were running and our pace was back to 9-10 minute miles with walking breaks at most inclines. We would naturally take turns to call a walking break but had a slight communication breakdown on one particular hill where we both thought each other was going to call a walking break and we both toiled up this hill, both having internal conflicts about why the other had not called it before I gave in a begged for us to walk.
Checkpoints came and went and Mark and the kids continued to follow us along the route.
The final hill came with about 12km to go and it’s a bugger of a hill, basically up and over Ditchling. Lactate was coursing through my legs and lungs were burning as we trudged up. We looked longingly at the legs of the 6ft tall man who strode past us, wishing that some sort of tardis would appear and transport us to the top. With all good climbs comes a good view and we weren’t disappointed at the top. We took a rare stationary moment to take in the sight and to realign our crooked backs and legs before trotting off along the ridge and onto a long downhill. Last year my feet were in so much pain that I couldn’t physically run down the hill, this year we sped down it feeling far from fresh but at a good pace nonetheless. We overtook a fair few people in this last stretch and before long we reached the end of the path and had Brighton racecourse in our view. The final 100m is a slight uphill round the racecourse but the sight of the finish was magical. Mark and the kids were there as was Sean’s daughter, Emily, who is an ironman athlete so understands the exhilaration of finishing an event like this.
Earlier on in the race when I had slowed and couldn’t see myself regaining any speed, I estimated a finish time of 13-14 hours but, because of Sean, we finished in 12 hours 24 minutes and I am really proud of that!
It’s going to be hard to top this race experience even though it was truly a race of two halves, the positive far outweighed any negatives. I feel physically and mentally stronger for it and ready for the rest of the year! 
London to Brighton 2017
106km round the Isle of Wight in one stage. Ultra Challenge laid on a really great and polished race. I opted to camp at the start/finish line in Chale for a mere £25 for 2 nights. The upside was that I could just wander to the start and could then fall into my tent when I had finished. The downside was that I had to sleep on the floor after running over 100km- ouchie.
Considering I was next to the start line, I still managed to be in a massive rush to get there on time. I was so chilled out in my tent that when the 5 minute call to get to the start line was announced, I realised I hadn’t filled my water bottles, gone to the toilet or particularly packed my bag. Nevertheless I made it to the start line on time and met up with Rich from Tri Surrey whose first job of the morning was to go and fill up my bottles whilst I faffed around!
I had decided to start out at a decent pace with the goal of getting as many miles under my belt before the inevitable shuffle started. The checkpoints came roughly every 12-14 km apart and were stocked full of delicious food. Keeping the mentality of always moving forward, which I think we have figured out is from Channel swimming(every 10 seconds stopped can add minutes, perhaps hours, onto a swim), I kept my checkpoint stops brief, just picking up a banana and water and then moving on.
I had gone from 37th place to 17th at the halfway point but only stopped for a minute to pick up a banana whilst others changed socks etc. I don’t know why but I felt quite competitive at this point and, knowing that we had a short ferry crossing to take just down the road, I legged it through Cowes(accidentally going first to the Red Funnell ferry!). Unfortunately the ferry had just left so I sat down on a bench whilst 4 other runners joined me for the anxious wait. One of these was Nick Butter who had only recently run from London to Paris and who has got a phenomenal set of challenges lined up, all in aid of Prostate Cancer U.K. Check him out here: https://nickbutterrunning.com
The runners from the ferry all went off in front of me but by the next checkpoint I was up to 9th and only dropped 3 places to finish in 12th, which I’m pretty happy about.
I was under the impression that I was first lady in the race but I was fading fast in the last 20km and was overtaken by Erica somewhere along Shanklin. It turns out she started in a different wave to me(I had thought all runners started at the same time) and so had been running a lot faster than me anyway. We had a nice chat and I look forward to seeing her again at London to Brighton in a few weeks.
With 12km to go, I got to the final checkpoint and found Rich with his walking sticks out. He had been dealing with nagging injuries from the outset but had managed to run really well until the final section. He was going to walk to the end. We had a brief chat and I jogged off in front, having a little joke about putting the kettle on.
Well, I found out that Rich is rather good at power walking. So much so that I literally couldn’t shuffle any faster yet I kept hearing his voice on the wind, talking to his mate Sam. Finally, with about 2-3 miles to go, they caught up with me. The light was fading fast and we had reached high ground so the wind had a really chilly kick to it. We nattered away for however long it took us to finally see the finish. I think my memory of finishing would have been a bit dismal if I hadn’t met up with the boys, as I wasn’t loving that final stretch.
Hoping that they wouldn’t disqualify us for not wearing our headtorches in slightly post-dusk light, we jogged through the finish line, grabbed a glass of bubbly and had a mini photo-shoot.
IoW was Rich’s first ultra and he did just amazing; his attitude and ability is just so that I’m pretty sure he could do absolutely anything if he chooses to.
We had dinner in the race HQ and I rolled into my tent for a sleepless night. When I woke up in the morning, I walked back down to HQ to see if I could score a free breakfast (sausage bap, oh yeah.) and was just so impressed to see people just finishing, having been walking all night. It really takes some mental ability to go through the night and I’m pretty sure that I couldn’t do it.
I had been away for two nights so it was lovely to get back home by lunchtime to see the family and, by the sounds of things, daddy day care had been nearly as exhausting as running an ultra!
After feeling a bit ‘meh’ about running Brighton marathon, this run refreshed my mind…. it made me realise that I want to run in beautiful places and talk to interesting people and, ultimately, I want to always have that desire to run and for it never to be a chore or a hinderance.
Next up: London to Brighton 100km 🙂
Isle of Wight Challenge
My marathon pb was broken here in 2016 when I ran 4.00.56. In the year since then I have completed an ironman, a 40km ish swimrun, 1 marathon and 5 ultra marathons, as well as quite a few other running races and training runs.
I have never consistently run; I tend to enter ultras, run/jog/walk/stumble through them and then rest up until the next one. This year I have tried to target 30miles on average per week. This is not a large amount of mileage for lots of marathon and ultra runners but for me it is manageable with 2 young children and a job as a primary school teacher and I have built this up from very sporadic training so it’s important not to get carried away and get injured.
Living in a valley, I run up lots of hills. I live half a mile from the North Downs Way so beautiful trail running is on the doorstep. I have enjoyed trying to get faster and have found my min/mile times tumble from 9 minute miles to 8 to 7.
2 weeks before Brighton 2017 I ran Cranleigh 21 which is a nice, low key, club event. I was really excited to run and I felt that I nailed the race; I ran 7.50 miles pretty consistently for most of the race, tiring slightly in the last few miles but holding a pretty good pace.
Cranleigh gave me a lot of confidence and I was buzzing after the race.
Fast forward to Brighton and I was feeling really confident for a sub 3.30 time. I started with a friend and we ran 7.50 miles to 9 miles. I hadn’t felt ‘bouncy’ and wasn’t particularly taking in the atmosphere of the crowds like I was last year… I’m not sure if this was because I was hot, feeling the pressure of having a target time or just not having a great day.
I have to say that the fitter I have got, the less affected I am by illness, hangovers and tired legs… I can still manage to pull together a decent run so excuses of tired legs don’t really hold true!
Back to mile 9 and I had targeted a portaloo that needed my attention at the top of the hill out of Rottingdean. I left Dan with a shout that I would catch him up and ran for a comfort break. Appearing from the portaloo, not only opening the door pretty much into an oncoming cyclist but also then running directly in front of him(sorry!) I continued on down the hill, feeling a bit rubbish; my stomach was feeling unsettled and my legs felt sore and tired… I thought that the further I ran, they might loosen up as they often do. I got to half way and had still managed to stick mostly under 8 min miles but I had given up on my goal of sub 3.30, I just wasn’t feeling good!!
The loop around Hove was a bit miserable and I had another toilet break plus some walking sections but continued to try and get calories and hydration in. I overtook my friend Jayne, who had been running a consistent race through my stopping and starting, for the 3rd time and had a quick chat with her. It was her first marathon (which she aced) and it hit me that I was very lucky to be able to make complete sense of how I was feeling and how I had been able to accept ultimately failing my goal before I had finished the race.
Once onto the beach front again(around 18miles) I pulled myself together and further lowered my expectations to just keeping running, at whatever pace! The power station section was quite nice as it was a break from the crowds of spectators and I knew once I had reached the furthest point at around 22miles, it was just a short run back along the promenade to the finish.
The last few miles were nice because I was jogging along at an ok pace(although down to 8.30) and still going past people. The crowds along the promenade are really geared for cheering on weary runners and the final ‘parkrun’ goes quickly.
Into the finish straight and I am weary but happy that I’ve made it under 3.40… I do a final sprint to make sure it is 3.37 and not 3.38 and walk straight through to meet Mark(3.29) Paul Lenaghan(3.10) and Dan, who I ran with at the start, and who had finally got under his 3.30 target!
This seems like a pretty negative post but I am so happy to have a respectable marathon pb and to know that I need to work a bit harder to get under that 3.30(why do all of our marathon targets have to be in 15 minute increments??)
I am so proud to be part of Tri Surrey. We had so many runners, all of whom aced their marathon and the club is such a supportive and friendly environment- well done runners and supporters!
I am now hanging up my road shoes and putting on my trails for round the Isle of Wight(70miles) in 3 weeks time, followed by London to Brighton 4 weeks after that… looking forward very much to both.
Brighton Marathon
Country to Capital 2013 was my first ultra and I entered it with complete naivety, no training and no expectations. I finished the 43 mile run in 9hours 26mins, happy to be alive.
Fast forward 4 years and I stood on the same startline at the Shoulder of Mutton pub ready for the first race of the day- the ‘sprint to the gate’. The first right hand turn off the high street can only handle one person at a time through the gate and if you hang about at the back of the pack, you can add considerable time onto your race as the congestion continues over multiple stiles and gates.
We managed to get the gate just as the crowd was gathering and therefore managed to stay moving forwards from that point.
I was running with hubby Mark and a friend from the club Paul Lenaghan who is an excellent runner but new to ultras so was happy to hang back at my pace.
The route is comprised of around 22miles of trail followed by 20ish miles of flat towpath- if there was ever a flat ultra to do then this is it.
My goal was to try to stick to 10 min miles and we were bang on averaging 10 for the first 20 miles. My running has been improving and I’m running quicker all the time but I am still not efficient at running off-road so my body paid a toll for it. By the time we got to the tow path my hips were in agony and I had my usual mid race cry. We had encouraged Paul to crack on as we knew the pace would slow.
Reassured by Mark that we didn’t have to keep to any pace, I decided that I needed a jog/walk strategy to get us to the end. We ran 0.9 miles and walked 0.1. Even with our run speed slowing, we could keep close to 11 min/miles.
The checkpoints were great; water, gels, jelly babies and cake- no need for anything else! Saying this, I carried a couple of Mars Bars and Rice Krispie marshmallow bars with me and managed to get through nearly all my food as well as the checkpoint food.
The left turn at Bull’s Bridge signals 13 miles to go and I could sense that Mark was starting to struggle too. In a way, this was comforting as I had previously felt bad for holding him back!
At 10 miles to go, our run speed was still slowing and the beginning of each mile was like an individual race to get to that 0.9 so that we could have a walk. I started doing the maths and realised that I had calculated incorrectly earlier on in the race. I had been convinced that we would be over 8 hours, 30 minutes longer than my target(which by the way was based on nothing), but looking at my watch we had 2 hours to cover the next 10 miles and still make it in under 7.45.
The last part of the race wasn’t pretty but we shuffled along, consoling ourselves with thoughts of the pub at the end.
Finally the Blue Bridge (not its real name) came into sight, aaah the finish line and more importantly ‘The Pub’.
7.43. Boom. Ok, the winner may have done 4.55, but I was happy with a pb.
We met Paul at the finish who had sped off to a 7.17 finish- awesome effort on your 2nd ultra Paul.
Two drinks later and Mark requested fresh air so we began the walk back to Paddington station, which should also be known as the station of stairs.
We felt like we needed to walk up and down a few more stairs so we had another drink at the sports bar in Victoria before falling into a train home.
So in summary.
Things that went well:
Shoes- inov8 race ultras(love)
Pacing
Breaking dry January.
Things that went not so well:
Pacing
Breaking dry January- dehydration overload!
Cheers to all the runners, marshals and organisers- you all did a cracking job and we will be back another year!
Country to Capital 2017
Autumn 100
Well it was more like Autumn 50 for me this time but we will come to that in a bit!
This was my first Centurion event which is a surprise as the locations of them are often relatively local to us and I have only heard good things about the organisation and running of their events.
I had decided to enter a 100 mile run earlier in the year. The decision came a few months before I completed the Outlaw; I think I had got myself fit enough after having Bodi in November 2015 to know that I was going to be fine plodding round an ironman and was already looking forward to the challenge that would follow.
I continued with my ‘non-training’ regime which involves not training then doing a few ultras then maybe going for a run once a week a few times before doing another long event. This of course is silly but I still haven’t worked out how to cram it all in to life!
I arrived at the start with the confidence that at least my running top matched my trail shoes and that the new leggings I was going to wear from 50 miles were extremely pretty (and purple, same as the trail shoes). The head torch Mark had bought me that week also had an iPhone app that ensured a prolonged battery life; this excited me too and seemed to wash away any anxiety that I hadn’t actually been running in the dark with a head torch before.
So, feeling fully prepared, we set off at 10am from Goring. The run course is set up as 4 x 25 mile spurs out and back along various sections of the Thames Path and the Ridgeway, always returning to the hall in Goring. A friend of ours, Iain, was also running and we stuck together for 50 miles.
I had set myself a goal of trying to do 5mph(12 min miles) for the first 50 then that would give me 14 hours to get under 24 hours for the entire distance (the cut off was 28 hours but I liked to think 24 was a good goal)
We pootled off, chatting and laughing; in actual fact we did this the entire way. We jogged,walked, ate, drank coffee and generally had rather a nice time. It was interesting to see that, with our conservative pace, we were relatively near the back end of the race after 25 miles but bang on pace at 5 hours. We then continued to plod along and found ourselves gradually overtaking people. Both of us were in good spirits even with a slight detour off the intended route due to us both being a bit stubborn about not wanting to put our head torches on too early; the woods were fairly dark and although our night vision had kicked in, we clearly missed a bit of tape or orange spray arrow on the ground and found ourselves having to jog back across a field and jump( confidence levels of jumping 38 miles into a run weren’t high) from the top of a barbed wire fence to get back on course.
42 is miles in and I started to lose the love a bit. Iain and I were still having a giggle and the legs felt fine. Head torch was great and I had no worries about blisters. I hadn’t eaten enough between checkpoints so I was putting my mood down to a lack of food and stuffed some sausage roll and a cookie down my neck, looking forwards to the 45 mile checkpoint. We got there fine and I had a coffee and a bit to eat and also used the toilet (amazing when you find a checkpoint in a village hall with real toilets and toilet roll!)
Head torches back on and we left the Ridgeway and re-joined the Thames Path for the final 4 miles into Goring. I had already been having a think about whether I had it in me to continue running past the 50 mile point. Michelle and Mark were at Goring waiting for us to return so that they could run with us for the final 50 miles(pacers are allowed at any point from 50 miles to boost moral and for safety during the night when runners can become tired and disorientated). I didn’t have any reason for stopping; my legs and feet were fine, energy levels were ok, the thought of running further wasn’t breaking me emotionally and we were still making good pace; I just didn’t WANT to run anymore! That is really a rather pathetic excuse in my books but it was true, I had no reason to continue. I hadn’t entered this as a ‘dream challenge’, I hadn’t trained specifically for it. As we plodded through the damp grass of the Thames Path I kept asking myself how I would feel when I handed my number in and I just smiled to myself in the darkness, thinking that I would feel absolutely fine…that’s when I knew that I was going to stop at 50 miles and quit whilst I was ahead.
I know how it feels to have to dig deep and I know the rewards that come from that but, today, I had found my motivational limit; I wasn’t prepared to grit my teeth and graft it out and the fact that I felt fine about that showed me that my decision was the right one.
Trying to tell people that you have made a rational decision when you are halfway through a 100 mile running race however, is a quite a challenge of its own.
Mark and Michelle cheered us into Goring 10 hrs 45 mins in and I said to Mark with my most sensible face “I don’t think I want to keep running”.
30 minutes later, I had dutifully done what I was told and had changed into new clothes and shoes, had coffee, eaten and re-packed my bag ready for the next 25 miles. I sat down and repeated what I had been quietly saying for the past half hour, “I don’t think I want to keep running”.
We came to the conclusion that, ok, perhaps the decision I had made a few hours previous was the right one. I went and handed my number into the race marshall who valiantly tried to get me to continue but soon also came to the conclusion that I wasn’t going anywhere except my car!
We packed up my stuff and walked down the road to the car. I didn’t feel an ounce of regret but my thoughts did turn to wondering if I had gone a step too far in entering a 100 or if I just needed to show it a bit more respect,
Iain also had to DNF shortly after leaving Goring. I reckon it was the pot noodle but he might have other theories 🙂
I can’t thank the Centurion volunteers enough for their enthusiasm and professionalism in making the event run smoothly and for showing their support through some huge shifts.
I have got the Thames Path 100 entered for April so my plan for now is to spend less time shopping for kit and spend a bit more time doing some run training- let’s see how that goes!
Autumn 100
The run took in 26 miles of Chateaus and vineyards with 23 wine stops along the way. Fancy dress is compulsory and the theme this year was ‘tales and legends’. With a 6.5 hour cut off some jogging would be required but, as Mark and I found out, our time of 5hrs 24 minutes placed us 1800th with a further 6000 people behind us!
We had barely been running for 5 minutes before we heard the first band and suddenly the road turned into a party… Everyone clapped and sang to the music, punching the air with their hands and clustering round the first wine stop. We found ourselves on the opposite side of the road to the wine and being swept along by the crowd we decided to run on to the next stop.The party continued and the laughter rang out around the narrow streets of Pauillac as a group of Roman gladiators shouted “advance!” and charged through the crowds of Snow Whites and Shreks.
1.6 miles in, the road widened and we were greeted with a wall of sound; another band playing, people dancing and drinking wine. Not to be outdone we grabbed a glass and I posed in front of the band before swigging the contents down and jogging on to join the increasingly jovial crowd.
As the race continued we became familiar with grand entrances to the various Chateaus and knew this meant a wine stop was imminent. There were mid stations too, serving bottles of water and fruit, cheese biscuits and lumps of sugar. There were often trays of specialty biscuits and dumplings brought out by locals and at one point I was offered a corn on the cob!
By halfway we had drunk a considerable amount of wine and the 30 degree heat was assisting well in our increasingly dehydrated state. We continued to laugh as a handball team in front of us dribbled and passed the ball as they ran and a group of smurfs charged past us chanting and flicking our helicopter hats. Another band played by the side of the road and an impromptu can-can began with Pocahontas teaming up with Mario, a prince frog and couple of fairies making the roadside look more like a pub lock in than a running race.
People continued to drink and a man dressed as some sort of Japanese superhero filled up his handheld bottle with 3 glasses of the Chateau’s best red.
As we ticked over 20 miles and started thinking about the home straight the idiosyncratic mix of drunk and hungover runners became more obvious. We smiled sympathetically as we passed a 60 year old bearded man dressed as Alice in Wonderland, looking dejectedly at his feet with his curly blonde wig now askew on his drooping head.
We ran down a grassy hill in front of a grand Chateau and came across a man dressed in a pink dress and red knee-high socks and a cape. He was laying motionless on the grass seemingly mid nap or drunkenly unconscious. It was quite a funny sight so I thought I had better take a photo.
Mile 24 and we saw a Smurf with cramp getting medical attention whilst his team of weary blue men waited, laughing at him. Mile 25 we were offered oysters and white wine. Mark went for both and I groaned as I tried to muster up the energy to down yet another glass of wine.
200m down the road and it was time for a chocolate ice cream. 26 miles and we turned left onto the finishing straight, through archways of balloons and across the finish line, both of us beaming.
We were presented with finishers gifts of a medal, a rucksack, a rose for the ladies, a bottle of wine in its wooden case and a plastic cup with a holder and lanyard. We went straight into the finishers tent and immediately had our new glasses filled up to the brim with wine. The dj started to play the Macarena and the crowd became one unit, joining in with all the actions and shouting along. We took our drinks outside and sat to watch people finishing. 3 men dressed as little pigs in pink velour came and sat wearily next to us and we gave each other the universal nod of well done.
A couple more glasses of wine and it was time to wander back to our coach, leaving behind many people who would carry on the party.
We have just left Bordeaux airport and are already having the discussions about returning next year to do this race… It really is one of a kind and it seems almost unbelievable that we were encouraged to drink as much as we did whilst running a marathon. I want everyone I know to go and do it, I have literally never felt so much joy during a run as I did yesterday! Go to http://www.marathondumedoc.com
Marathon du Medoc – The world’s longest marathon.
Well, I can quite honestly say that a few years ago I would have laughed in your face if you told me I was going to do an ironman, but here I am having just completed it in 11hours 47 minutes.
I signed up when I was pregnant with Bodi who is now 8 months old- something to motivate me to get fit again! I managed to swim the English Channel when Indie was 11 months old but this was a different kettle of fish; for a start I didn’t own a road bike!
I think I’ll crack on with a little race report so that I can tell you a bit about each discipline, starting with the swim.
The Swim
My strongest discipline, I don’t get intimidated by mass starts so I popped myself at the front, eyeing up potential feet to get on. The horn went off and I put my head down and followed the bubbles in front. Because we were near the front there was no jostling for places, most people were good swimmers who were quite self aware in the water. I didn’t feel fantastic so just tried to relax and enjoy it. Nearing the turn buoy at halfway, I could see the leaders had already turned and were on their way back… I knew I was way off the pointy end of the race but looked back and saw the masses behind me. There was hardly anyone around me so I settled into just enjoying the swim and thinking about the process of getting out of the water and onto the bike. I got a bit complacent at a few points and didn’t realise I had slowed until someone came up onto my feet so got myself going again. I thought I would be perhaps top 5 women. About 600m from the finish I saw 2 girls(silver hats) come up on my right. I didn’t know where I was placed so I kicked out hard and put some water in between myself and them. As I got out of the water I heard someone shout well done, first woman and a cameraman ran beside me into transition-all I could think about was “sh!t, they’re going to film me getting on my bike” my worst fear!
The Bike
All 3 of us girls got out the water in similar times and I was 3rd out of transition (yes I got filmed- watch channel 4 in a few weeks on how NOT to mount a bike!)
I got a bike in January and have done some pretty tough sessions racking up some decent mileage at some decent speeds but I didn’t know how it would go on the day.
Being out of the water in 1 hour, I was on the bike before a lot of people and so for the next 2 hours(!!) had some serious bikes with all sorts of aero thingys come past me. I wrongly felt rather smug but did try and say a cheery “hello!” to all that passed me- it seemed they were all concentrating very hard on pedalling, that or they really didn’t like that they had been chicked.
I was averaging about 20mph and was in 2nd place girl so although there was a constant stream of people overtaking me, it took a while for me to drop to 3rd place and then to 4th. I think I was 7th girl off the bike after the 112 miles.
My main worry after getting ON the bike was then picking up bottles at aid stations. Volunteers hold out bottles of drink and you grab it as you cycle slowly past. The first aid station was 15 miles in so I was with Super Serious Aero Guys. They rode through fast, grabbing bottles and filling up their aero bottles. I smashed the first bottle out of the volunteer’s hand and onto the road then pretty much had to coast through at crawling pace to the final table where, concentrating with all my might, I picked the bottle out of the volunteer’s hand and got it in my bottle cage. PHEW! By the third aid station I was with people more similar to my ability and realised that everyone in this part of the race slows right down and so I managed to get a bottle AND a banana- the small achievements is what it’s all about!
The bike was what it said on the tin- 112 miles of flatish roads. It felt great to finally be able to practise being on my aero bars and I got quite comfy on them by about halfway through the ride- I reckon I did about 90 miles of the 112 on them.
The last 20 miles were tough but I just kept eating and drinking and accepted that I couldn’t ride at 19mph for the last bit. The final few miles of the ride are down a road which has a bit of gravel, a few potholes(superbly marked out in spray paint for us by the event) and speed bumps- it was the equivalent of having to ride up that one last hill to get home- I could have done a little cry… Thankfully there were a few people around me feeling exactly the same so we moaned together and before we knew it were on the perimeter road back into the lake.
Could I get off my bike without falling off after riding for 5hrs 58minutes?? Argh, just about. The lovely marshals took my bike and I started jogging to transition before realising I had left my legs on the bike. I walked but then the commentators announced to everyone I was placed 2nd in my age group- the pressure! They got everyone on the grassed verge to cheer me so I attempted a smile, a wave and a little jog into the transition tent!
The Run
I am very thankful to all the ultras I’ve done- I know the feeling very well of not being able to feel my legs and having to just ‘get on with it’. Running is not my strongest. Actually I think I am quite strong willed at running but I’m not that quick so I was expecting the stream of people coming past me to continue. The first 10km was tough. I was a bit bored of it all and so went to the toilet twice(mainly just to have a little sit down on my own) and walked for a bit, changed my hairdo from a bike-helmet-friendly plait to a high bun. Then I thought I had better get going or else I would be running forever so I plodded off and slowly started feeling better. Mark decided that well before halfway he would inform me that I was 2nd in my age group, this coincided with me not feeling so great about having 15 miles left to run and lowered my mood a bit more as I was certainly going to get overtaken by the girls.
I walked, jogged and ran the 2 out and back loops and then, with 5 miles to go, came back into the lake for a final 2 laps round. I got chatting to a few people and this really helped that last bit. With 3km to go, Mark told me I was 3rd in my age group. Unlike a few hours ago, I suddenly felt my competitive edge appear and so for the next 3km kept an eye out for any girls coming up behind me. Thankfully no one wanted a race to the finish line but I still ran quickly down the final 1km with my head held high, knowing that I would be crossing that line in a matter of minutes. I did 4hrs 37 for the marathon.
The Finish
What a great buzz! The commentator said he thought I was the first girl out of the water to which I put my thumbs up. Everyone was cheering and I saw my family sitting on the finish cheering me in which was fantastic. I crossed the line and had a medal put round my neck. I was waiting for a guy I had been running with until 1km to go to congratulate him and got chatting to Alice, one of the crew who I had met out at the Scilly Swimrun. One second I felt fine then the next I started going pretty fuzzy and losing the ability to stand up. Alice ran off to get me water and I walked about 20 metres before having to have a little sit down and a few cups of coke given to me!! I could tell that the next hour or so might not be too pretty. I saw my family and my mum took the kids back to the hotel so that it was just Mark left with me. I went through the whole post-race spectrum of elation, followed by a need to sit down before throwing up a few litres of High 5 then shivering and pulling myself together to go and get my bike and bags out of transition and walk to the car.
I managed 6 chicken McNuggets (not even the fries) and a very small celebratory glass of wine at the hotel room before retiring to my own child-free bedroom (I have the best husband in the world) and passing out.
I’m really proud of what I acheived and can say I truly enjoyed the experience. All the guys and girls at OSB events were just incredible. The marshals were all smiling and clapping and the guys who were helping with semi road closures were encouraging too. I tried to make sure I said thanks to every marshal and aid station volunteer I passed because without them the event wouldn’t function.
I can’t have done any of it without my amazing family. My in-laws and mum travelled up to watch and help with childcare whilst Mark was my domestique(slave) for the weekend. Since January we have pretty much filled every weekend around my bike rides and runs and I know it has been hard for Mark to fit his training around my ‘first dibs’ and spending time with our children. It’s been tough to get up and look after the boys on a Monday after a Sunday marathon or long bike but Mark has pretty much picked up the pieces the whole way!
The beauty of being on maternity leave is that I have had Monday to Friday to spend with the kids and so I don’t feel like I’ve abandoned them for training(although how many mums feel guilt free 100% of the time?!)
I am amazed at the amount of people tracking me on the day and the encouragement- fantastic to have people around me who appreciate my enjoyment for sport- thanks to you all.
I’m going to have a little rest now, until the next event…
The Outlaw Triathlon
So this time next week I will hopefully be sitting somewhere(maybe in bed) with a glass of wine having completed my first iron distance triathlon. It will be my third ever triathlon, the other two being a sprint and an olympic 6 years ago!
I feel fine about completing each individual sport but am getting a bit stressed about how many sticky labels I need for a 12 hour event!!
My training has not been conventional but then I’m not sure how many people decide to do an ironman with a toddler and an 8 month old baby. I have raced myself fit and for each of the three disciplines have completed the following in the past 7 months…
Swimming:
1 x session per week with Tri Surrey
1 x 14.5km swim down Lake Annecy
Cycling:
1 x 100 mile sportive
2 x 100 mile training rides
Lots of shorter/ high intensity rides
Running: (I got a bit carried away with entering these this year!)
2 x half marathons
3 x marathons
1 x 2 day ultra(60 miles, 2 days)
1 x 100km(13 + hours)
Miscellaneous:
SwimRun Scilly Isles(7hrs 15 mins of chaffing)
I think I’ve got the mental bit sorted- I was swimming in the Channel for over 12 hours in 2014 and ran for over 13 hours when I did London to Brighton this year so it’s a bit of a treat to do 3 sports in that time!
I’ve got used to doing more low key events and the bigger ones make me nervous but I think I will enjoy the start of the bike knowing I’ve probably beaten most people out of the water (this will however lead to me being overtaken by most people for the remaining 11 or so hours).
Funnily, I think the weakest discipline will be the run. I’ve done lots of running this year but it has mostly been trail and lots of it has been long so I have run slowly. That’s no excuse, in truth I have never run as consistently as I’ve run this year and so have never got better at it…I am looking forward to getting better at running in the following years. I PB’d at Brighton marathon in just over 4 hours so if I can get close to that I will be over the moon but if not then I am used to the feeling of running slowly!!
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