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Friday, 27 April 2018

Running Roundup # 14

It has been a little while since I've posted anything, and that is mainly because I haven't done anything much, running wise anyway. After Manchester I rested for a week, then due to some stuff going on at work I lost my mojo for a couple of days before about 10 days later going out to run with the 5210k group in Caerleon who were on week # 1 of this course, and we decided to introduce the group to the joys of Indian running. Unfortunately we had a temperature of around 22°C and so by the time the group had covered 2 miles, they were melting and had been sapped of their energy.

The Saturday saw me running at Riverfront Parkrun as usual, and it was nice to be able to run it at my own pace, as the previous 10 weeks had been run with the C25K group. I always find running at a much slower pace than I'm used to, is much more difficult than you would think. You may think it would be easy, but actually, I don't find it easy at all. So I paired up with Claire Louise, (who had also helped out with the C25K group) and we ran the distance together.

Me with Claire to my right (glasses & pink hair)
Claire was looking for a PB, which I didn't know if I could get for her, but I thought that if I just ran at a good strong pace then maybe it would happen for her.

We got to the half way turn around point by the rickety bridge, and Claire was still there, hot on my heels. By the time we reached George Street Bridge, with about half a mile to go, she was beginning to lag behind a little, and I slowed down to let her catch up, but she insisted I carry on at my own pace so that she could chase me, so I picked up my pace again and off I went.

I crossed the line in a time of 26:00 and Claire came in at 26:29 and yes, it was a new PB for her, which she was really chuffed with. Yayyyyyy 😂

Saturday evening was party time 

for the C25K group, and quite a few of us met up at The Potters in Newport town centre for a few celebratory drinks to mark the end of their running adventure, and a good time was had by all and I'm sure a few sore heads on Sunday morning.

On Tuesday the group met at the canal at 14 Locks for their run, so I thought I would tag along for a nice and easy plod, after all, I was going to be running another marathon on the next Sunday.

The weather was shocking, with strong winds and heavy, lashing rain, which reminded me of a couple of my marathon winter training runs where I got soaked through to the skin and was freezing cold. Fortunately we only covered a little over 3 ½ miles and not the 14 - 18 miles I ran my nightmare runs in.

Thursday saw the group back at Caerleon and this evenings session was to run a 1 mile time trial, make a note of their individual times and then at the end of 9 weeks to run the mile again and see how they have improved. We then did some 100 metre sprints before jogging back to the club house. 

On Sunday I will be running in the ABP Newport marathon, which has been promoted as the flattest marathon on the planet. I don't know about the planet but quite possibly in Britain. Once we leave the city and head out into the countryside it is definitely extremely flat. I ran many miles across those flat lands during my training sessions and feel it is flatter than Manchester was.

I've been contacted by Newport Live who have asked if we can arrange to meet before and after the race to interview me on camera, for their website I guess. They also asked for my race bib number so that they can track and tweet my progress. So I am meeting them at the wave at 8 AM to do this.

Before I go, I would like to say a HUGE thank you to all of my friends at Caerleon RC who have shared my training runs, and my pain, in the wind, horizontal rain and cold, but we did have some laughs along the way also. So thank you Sally, Carl, Tania, Rachel, Ann, Michelle, Maddy, Karen, (I will NEVER forget that grueling run with you, fortunately your company was awesome)! I would also like to thank others in the club who have given me sound advice, and to all the C25K 2018 group who must be bored to death by now of my marathon training stories. This maybe you in a year or two.

I'm hoping for a time of around 4:30 - 4:45 ish, so wish me luck, as I wish all of you luck, and I shall keep my eyes open for many of you who I know will be dotted around the route as marshals or spectators. But please don't shout out, "you're nearly there", as someone in Manchester did when I was still 9 miles out 😠

Thursday, 12 April 2018

I've only gone and done it!

That's it done, my first marathon completed. However, it didn't go to plan at all as I had some issues along the way.

The weekend began with an easy drive up to Manchester. My Travelodge was only a minutes drive from the M602 motorway where I exited by Media City, and where the BBC and ITV television studios have relocated to at Salford Quays.

There were five of us from Caerleon RC running in this race and there had been a bit of banter going on the Facebook messenger group page that had been set up, and we used that to arrange to meet up at Nando's for dinner from our respective hotels at 7 pm.

Sunday morning arrived and I was up early so that I could have my porridge two hours before the start of the race. There was also plenty of prep to do also with the taping of my calf's and filling my Camelbak with water etc.

I met up with my sister in the hotel lobby who had driven that morning from Blackpool to watch me run, and then Michelle and her husband Simon joined us and we began the short walk down towards the starting area.
Ness, Michelle & me 

We met up with Vanessa whilst Ian and Jason were way ahead of us in the faster starting pens, then Michelle and Ness decided to move into a pen ahead of me.

I don't really like that part of the race when I'm just standing there in my starting pen and waiting for the gun to go off, I just get fired up and want to get on with it.

And then we were away! Surprisingly there weren't too many people viewing the start, and I tried to get into my preferred pace as quickly as I could as we ran a 3 mile loop which took us back towards where we started and I just kept my heart rate at a steady 140 - 145 bpm. But by 6 miles something very unusual happened. My heart rate had crept up to my maximum of 162 bpm but my pace had not altered and I was still running the same average 09:40 minute miles as I had done over the previous miles, but I was feeling good without excessive, heavy breathing.

At 11 miles I felt a touch of cramp in my left calf, which again is unusual because I generally don't suffer from cramp.

My half marathon time was good and about where I wanted it to be at 02:09 and I was still feeling comfortable apart from the occasional cramp twinges.

At 15 miles tiredness was beginning to set in, the cramps were becoming more frequent, but worse than that, I needed a pee, so I had to stop at the portaloos for a much needed comfort break. By this time it was obvious to me that my hoped finishing time of 04:30 wasn't going to happen and so all I could do was plod on.
At 18 miles my thighs had become really tight and I had to stop for a minute to stretch them. This was turning into a bit of a nightmare, and having previously run in two 20 mile races as part of my training, I couldn't work out what the hell was going on. Was I just having "one of those days"?

At 20 miles I was out in the countryside, and it reminded me very much of my training runs when I headed out towards Goldcliff and the Newport wetlands, which is all very flat farming land, with a few posh houses thrown in here and there.

Whilst out in this section, (and my cramps were still bugging me big time), I glanced over to my left and there was a young lady who was looking a little tearful, and understanding her plight I said hello to her and I told her that I was also struggling, having to run and then walk when a cramp attack took place, and so I asked her to run with me, which she did.

Donna and myself
Her name was Donna and she was from the Wirral and she was running on behalf of Guide Dogs for the Blind. We chatted some and I tried to offer her encouragement and we stuck together for probably about 3 miles, until Ness and Michelle caught me up and I continued to run with them.

With about 1 ½ miles to go, Ness and Michelle were beginning to leave me behind, I just didn't have the legs to keep up with their pace, and cramp or no cramp, I was going to continue on, non stop, to the finish line.

Barriers on the pavement stopped the public from encroaching onto the road and there were plenty of spectators there, cheering and encouraging on runners they didn't know, and in the distance I could see the finish line.

I continued my slow but steady progress but that finish line was just taking an age to get closer, but of course eventually it did and I crossed the line with a huge sigh of relief. I didn't feel elated, proud, excited, nothing like that, just HUGE relief as I walked very gingerly into the finishers enclosure to collect my goody bag and meet up with the others.

Spot the Steve approaching the finish line competition 
At this point, a couple of things happened. Firstly my head became very light headed and I felt dizzy, and my legs also felt wobbly. Michelle told me that I had gone as white as a sheet. The other thing was that I was feeling guilty. Guilty for having left Donna behind to cross the line on her own. I am still torn as to whether I did the right thing at that point when I left Donna. On one hand, she seemed much better by this point and I knew that she would make it to the end and that it was OK for me to leave her and continue on to the finish with my club mates. But on the other hand my conscience is telling me that I should have stuck with Donna to the line. This would play on my mind later once I returned home. More of that later.

A very slow and painful walk back to the hotel followed, although I really did have to laugh about it, but another strange thing happened. Although I had put on my hoodie and I was warming up, my hands were freezing, so much so that my fingers went numb, and this was something that I had never experienced before.

I stripped down to my shorts and lay back on the bed. Oh the relief! This was bliss! I laid there without moving for about an hour before dragging myself to the shower.

Michelle and I enjoying a
 Expresso Martini
Later that evening a few of us went to Cafe Rouge for dinner as we were in the mood for a big, fat, juicy steak, whereas the others went to Bella Italia, but Michelle and I just didn't fancy pasta, that wasn't going to cut it. And the very kind staff at Cafe Rouge gave Michelle and I both a Expresso Martini, on the house to help celebrate our achievement. Then it was back to our hotel for a nightcap and to have one last chat about our experience.

Once home again, my thoughts returned to Donna and yes, I was feeling guilty for leaving her alone, and if this had been a training run and not a race, and also my first marathon, that would NEVER have happened. I would have stuck with her to the very end, encouraging her all the way. So how could I find and contact her to see how she finished? Facebook seemed to be the obvious solution at first, someone on there was bound to know her.

I am part of a closed group on Facebook called "Did you run today?" and so I created a new post and included a picture of myself and saying that I was looking to make contact. I also contacted Guide Dogs for the Blind but they replied saying that due to data protection laws they were unable to help. But on Monday evening there was a post from a lady who said that she new Donna and she gave me her surname, which allowed me to find her on Facebook and then I was able to make contact.

At mile 25 Donna met a friend who crossed the line with her in a time of 05:10, so I am happy that it all turned out well for her in the end.

As for my own time? 04:56 which was way off the 04:30 I was predicting. Having analysed my own race I now think I know what my issues were, and it may be down to my electrolyte drink tablets having caffeine in them, and also popping the occasional half a dozen chocolate coated coffee beans into my mouth. I used the coffee beans on the two 20 mile races with no ill effect, but with the caffeine in the electrolyte, I think this sent me over the top, increasing my heart rate and also possibly giving me the cramps. So on the 29th April I shll be running in the ABP Newport marathon, which is flatter than Manchester, and I will not be using any caffeine at all.

Wednesday, 4 April 2018

Running Roundup # 13 (Unlucky for some)

Saturday saw me at the Riverfront Parkrun as usual to run with the C25K group, who began their penultimate week of the 9 week course. They have run so brilliantly over the last couple of weeks that it was decided to try them running the full Parkrun distance, non stop, and without the usual 5 minute warm up walk.

I hung about towards the rear of the group and Andrew took up the most rearward position. As we were approaching the halfway turn around point, Collette began to pull away, and seeing that everyone else in the group was covered by a volunteer helper, I decided to stick with her.

Collette did brilliantly finishing in 34 minutes and knocking about 4 minutes off her PB, but then I would have expected that as we didn't do the warm up walk section. Many of the others also took time off their PB's too and were just buzzing with excitement at the end of the run.

Tuesday is club night as always and this weeks route was the Frechfa Frolic, a simple out and back course.

I headed off with the 6:45 group and caught up with David Davies for a while until we saw Natalie running towards us, who decided to turn around and join us running in the opposite direction. Our pace picked up a bit and we left David behind. The pace was good but my heart rate was a little higher than I would have liked it to be, but I was feeling comfortable.

On the return leg Natalie peeled off and headed for home so I slowed my pace right down and then was overtaken by Mr Speedy pants, Andrew Wright with about 1.5 miles to go, but I was the first was home from my group.

Being the first Tuesday in the month, we stayed behind in the club house to enjoy a beer and a chat, which was mostly about the forthcoming marathons.

And that is now it for me! The next time I run will be on Sunday in the Manchester marathon. I was going to do a slow 3 miler on Thursday and then run with the C25K group on Saturday morning, but I've been persuaded not to, that I should be resting and saving my energy, so that is what I shall do. I will be baking a cake and taking it along to Parkrun for the group though, and cheering them on as they come through the finish line.

So my next Running Roundup will be my marathon report. Wish me luck eh.

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