Thursday, 23 January 2014

So I lied..

I lied. One big fat lie which said I had lost all interest in running- well it turns out I am completely untrustworthy.

On Sunday, I ran another half marathon. With 6 days notice and zero training. Yup- I lied. Apparently I do like running, and although the 13.1 miles were slow (very slow) I ran them all. On finishing I cried (I like to be dramatic) then wee'd and then signed up for my next half in Sunderland. Sunderland is supposed to be fun, flat-ish and friendly so if you're sitting on the fence get signed up and I shall see you there. I actually intend to do some training for this one so I am hoping to beat the 2 hrs 20 minute barrier. (Told you I was slow)/

Do people not say that it is a woman's prerogative to change her mind?

The race itself was fine, I was deserted after one mile, the soldier left behind. Yet I relaxed into it and enjoyed it. Apart from the last two miles- they hurt! And the guy who shouted 'Only one mile to go' at 11 miles was not helpful- I believed you, you twit.

Still, one can only fail truly if one doesn't try.

Thursday, 2 January 2014

Lancaster 1/2 Marathon left me all ran out?

The Summer of 2013 was the year I learned to run. Well, I could already run, I wasn't actually a toddler last year, therefore I shall rephrase that and say- 2013, the summer I learned to run without stopping for further than a mile. That's better. Beginning in April, I went from running my first 5k in 31 minutes to 27 minutes, entered races including my one and only 10k coming in under an hour and generally I felt on top of the world. I felt fit, and ready to take on my next challenge. Then something went wrong.

I signed up for a 1/2 marathon, giving myself over 12 weeks to train believing that after running a 10k in under an hour I could manage a 1/2 marathon in under 2 hours 15. I was wrong. After the amazingly brilliant Born Survivor challenge I began training. My long runs always took place on a Sunday, I had an enjoyable 10 mile, a bearable 11 mile and then the following week I cried. About 1/2 a mile into the run I began to cry, I did not stop crying until I returned home 10.5 miles later, then I cried some more. I had begun to hate running, the thought filled my stomach with dread. I didn't want to go out in the rain, to run alone in isolated areas for over two hours.

Sure enough, along came race day, I resisted the urge to back out at the last minute and travelled all the way to Lancaster to meet the 1/2 marathon face to face. I gee'd myself up, stretched and focused. Nothing happened. The race was delayed by fifteen minutes. Darn. Oh well. Eventually the race began, I set off, trying not to be intimidated by the surge of runners as they over took me. Ten minutes in a shi*, I realised I had forgotten to set my stop watch, I fumbled around with it, managing not only to mess up the stop watch but also leaving the clock reset.

So, I ran. Completely clueless as to what time I was on or what time it actually was. The surge at the beginning quickly spread out, leaving me and Darth Vader running annoyingly close to my right shoulder practically alone. I let Darth Vader go ahead of me, frightened that hearing another one of her wheezy breaths might result in homicide. Then I was alone. I passed the odd marshal, some of whom smiled and clapped. For two miles I saw no one.

At random intervals I would see somebody in the distance, usually one of those annoying people who run too quickly then have to walk, I would pass them and say something encouraging such as 'you're doing really well' or 'last bit now'- all I got was a dirty glare. Talk about support guys!

Anyway, I crossed the finish line with a disappointing time of 2 hours 28 minutes and 28 seconds. I didn't cry. (Go me.) Following the 1/2 marathon I struggled to run at all, finding I could not even complete a 5k well, my last one was hell (I did cry) and my time was back up to 31 minutes. I do not know what is going on, but sadly, I am now afraid to run. I have been keeping fit in other ways yet I feel that myself and running are at the end of the road. I came, I conquered and unless I begin to enjoy jogging once more I am leaving.

Wednesday, 1 January 2014

New Year and all that Jazz.

2013 was an amazing year, in fact it was so good I really don't know how 2014 is going to top it. Unless of course the aforementioned (don't get me wittering on that tripe again) house move ever comes about...therefore I have come to the conclusion that this year I am going to be less about me and more about somebody else. My wonderful family always come first, of course, but alongside all of the social media twoddle about loosing weight, becoming superwoman and winning The Great British Bake Off, it is our duty, surely, as human beings with a conscious that 'others' should feature in there somewhere?

I hope you agree with me here, we are all so self obsessed in achieving our own milestones that we forget about the people who are unable to help themselves. I know, you're probably thinking I am suffering from one of those life-changing hangovers right now- has the heart of ice finally begun to melt- well, yes actually. The more involved I got with Christmas the more I felt a deep drive to help.

I don't know how this shall materialise, after doing some research on the good old t'internet I have come to the conclusion that helping is not that easy, for every charitable position there are usually more that one applicant and demand is high. Graduates, the redundant and those looking for a change in career are desperate for experience which is where the charity sector comes into play. It's great that these positioned are being filled, fantastic that so many individuals want to/need to help.

For me, spending time with my own family, watching my children's excitement build as the promise of St. Nick came closer made me realise how lucky we all are and how many children out there will spend Christmas alone, or in danger. I don't know how I am going to do it, but I will make a difference somehow. If I can bring safety to a child in danger, warmth to a child in the cold and support to those who are lost, even if it is only one child, then surely this is worth doing. Ok, enough of the bull- January is always a time of unrest for me- last year the bought a puppy, the year before a campervan, thee year before that learned the didgeridoo...perhaps something more worthwhile is on the cards for 2014.

What do you think? Do you have any suggestions? I would love to hear your ideas.  I know my blogs have become somewhat reflective and self-indulgent- there is a massive agenda of loosing Christmas weight, getting under the 28 minute 5k barrier, piano lessons, dog walking, baking disaster and a whole summer of festival previews and reviews to get through yet so keep reading, sharing and commenting. Thanks for the support all. Happy New Year 2014!