Toronto Half Marathon

It’s about 7pm and I am sprawled on our hotel bed reflecting on the Toronto trip so far. The running part, well rather the official running part, is now over and soon I will have to get my head into work mode – but not yet. I have a couple of days.

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Today we ran the TorontoMarathon half marathon. It was great but let’s start at the beginning. We left home Friday morning – we were meant to go for our final little run on Thursday evening but by the time I got home we were both tired so we got up early on Friday instead and went for a little plod. My hay fever was bad so I actually only did about 2 miles but it felt good to stretch the legs. The flight to Heathrow was uneventful, as was the wait at Heathrow – it was just long. As we boarded the flight we were upgraded to World Traveller Plus (that’s British Airway’s version of premium economy)

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From Local News site

which was nice because it meant we had a bit more space and it was just us to on a row. The flight was also uneventful. Apparently though things were not so uneventful in Toronto and Ontario generally. Storms and high winds cause lots of damage and power outages and lots of flights were delayed and/or cancelled. The knock on effect was that we spent an hour sitting on the plane on the tarmac while we waited for a place to park at the terminal so we could get off. We abandoned plans of trains to downtown and took a taxi. The hotel lobby was busy and huge and disorientating as we came in but we got checked in and crashed into bed.

Saturday morning we woke up early and after a cuppa in bed (yes I have become that woman who packs Yorkshire tea bags…) headed out to find some breakfast. We walked to the Hilton Hotel where the free shuttle buses to the marathon expo were leaving from and found a Tim Horton’s almost opposite – well when I say found, it’s hard not to find them, they’re everywhere. We had coffee and porridge with maple syrup – which of

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course I loved and Kath found too sweet. Then we waited for the bus for a little while –  they were using the classic yellow north american school buses which was kinda fun. The expo was my sort of expo – small and manageable and not too busy. It was also well organised so we got our race numbers, activated the timing chip, picked up our t-shirts (I have issues with race t-shirt manufacturers. I ordered a women’s large t-shirt. Their definition of large and mine are different. It’s so tight I don’t think I need a bra! Unfortunately they couldn’t swap shirts so it’ll go into the ‘wear underneath stuff if it’s really cold or wait for a miracle’ pile). Then we thought we’d just have a quick look around. A good hour or so later and with our wallets a good bit lighter we left and got a shuttle back. Back at the hotel we rested and I dozed off a bit I think. Then we met our friend Heather IMG_9139and her family for dinner at the Old Spaghetti Factory which was really fun. The food was good too and I decided I would once again run a half on lasagne! That worked for me before so it should work again. Back at the hotel we got all our kits sorted and bag packed and got an early night. I slept really well until about 1am. After that not so much and at about 4.30 am we gave up really. We had a cup of tea and a porridge pot, I made up our tailwind drinks bottles, did a final check on our bag and got dressed.

At around 31543012_10156905177670476_3560889679249145856_n6am we left the hotel. The shuttle bus to the start left from the Hilton again and we just got on one as we arrived and were off. Nerves finally set in during the drive across and I suddenly started worrying about everything. Once there we found some loos and had a little wander round. We ended up sitting in the foyer to the Douglas Snow Aquatic Centre for most of our wait and chatting to a lovely lady called Patricia. She took this photo of us and another lady we were talking to before we headed out to the start line.

I loved the low key approach of this event. There was no over enthusiastic calling to the start line. We didn’t have to spend ages in the start area. About 10 minutes before we setIMG_9147 off we wondered out, found the area where we were meant to start  – it was all based on an honour system of course so the elites were at the front and then it was by time so anyone over 2 hours was at the back. We saw a 2 hours 30 pacer and lined up a little way behind him. Then, just like that and without any fuss or drama we were off. We ran the first bit without walk breaks as always. I think we took 3 or 4 out and then dropped into 2 minute runs/30 seconds walk. The course is described as flat or downhill. That’s not entirely true – there is a hill and there are a few slopes but I think it is probably considered a fast course and that makes sense.

I took a fair few walk breaks out on downhill sections and I went strong to over half way. I had a wobble for miles 9 and 10 where I suddenly panicked about the distance and being in unchartered territory – which is nonsense because it’s not unchartered, I’ve done this a few times now, and because I felt physically fine! I think it was just the knowledge that at the last attempt over this distance I was physically gone by 9 miles and pulled out at 10. I got going again for mile 11 and I’m not sure what happened for mile 12 – fasted mile of the day and much faster than I usually run even on short distances! In the final mile my right hip flexor was making itself known and my calves were getting a bit crampy and I was also really emotional. I was actually going to finish a half marathon! And that I did. Chip time 2 hours 48 minutes 40 seconds. That’s 7 minutes and 9 seconds off my previous best. Sub 2.45 I’m coming for ya!

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IMG_9126The course is basically  a north to south route and for much of it you can keep your eyes on the CN Tower (picture below taken from shuttle pick up point rather than actually on the run). I missed it when I couldn’t see it! It’s obviously a city run and whether you find the route interesting or not rather depends on what you find interesting. I liked running through different areas of Toronto – starting with what seemed like a pretty wealthy neighbourhood with family houses rather than high rises. I also kept chuckling because the streets are soooooooooooo long. We spent a long time running along Yonge Street for example which would have taken us all the way downtown. We turned off eventually though and went through an area which seemed to have wooded areas on either side of the road before turning again and heading towards the CN Tower again and then past it and the Rogers Centre where the Toronto Blue Jays play. With around 1km to go we saw Patricia again. She’d finished and was walking home but stopped to cheer us on and take a couple of pictures. I was struggling now so it was a great boost to see her.

After crossing the finish line we collected our bag, sat down and had our tailwind recovery drinks (chocolate apparently ok, vanilla tastes marginally better than it smells – which is awful), pulled our tracksuit bottoms and long sleeved tops on and then went and collected some honey water and an apple (there were bananas too but they looked very green still and there was some bread like thing which neither of us liked the look of). Then we went to a fenced off area to pick up our Moosehead Brewery can of Cracked Canoe  – we didn’t actually manage a full can each. I don’t know how people can drink alcohol immediately after running.

The organisation of the race was really good and the marshals and police looking after the junctions were fantastic. They were so good at reading the traffic, the pedestrian crossings and the runners to make everything very smooth. We saw one altercation between a cop and a motorist. The cop had told him to stop which the driver had misinterpreted as a wave for him to come through and he nearly ran the cop over as a result. He was still arguing with the cop long after we’d passed them and eventually their voices faded into the distance. All the staff and volunteers, from bus drivers to water stations to finish area via marshals and everyone else, were just fab. Thank you.

We found the shuttle bus stop and headed back to the IMG_9182hotel. From the Hilton we walked a route that would take us past some food options and in the end we opted for a salad box, crisps and a grilled veggie sarnie from a little market. We had that in our room, had a bath and rested a little while. Then we decided we would need some proper food.

We consulted our little travel guide and realised that one of the Pubs featured in there isIMG_9185 pretty much opposite our hotel. It seemed a bit odd going to a British themed pub but it was convenient and the bar menu looked good. We both had burger and chips – classic post-race food for us – and a beer and then were pretty much in danger of falling asleep there and then.

We have no further plans today! My half marathon demons have been put to rest. It’s once again my favourite distance  – it challenges me on all sorts of levels but it doesn’t break me. It’s been a good day. Night night!

 

 

DNF but not an unhappy one

Today was the Harewood House half marathon. As I mentioned yesterday, I didn’t have the pre race nerves I often have in the run up to any organised event. I was a little more anxious this morning but nothing too bad. Nerves kicked in when I saw Kath’s Facebook post.

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We set off shortly after 8am, got there for just before 9am, went to the loo, had a wander around. It was cold, really cold! Kath bought herself a coffee and we sat in the car for 20 minutes or so. Then I went to the loo (again, obviously) and then we bumped into another Run1000miler Stuart (Hi Stuart!). It was lovely to chat briefly (and to now know that he had a great run and was lucky enough to see deer – how brilliant!) as we all stepped from foot to foot to try to stay warm(ish). When Stuart went to drop off his jacket in his car, we walked around the grounds a little trying to stay warm. Then it was time to line up and set off. I took my fleece off and passed it to Kath and then I was off.

I was quite happy with my 2 minute run, 30 second walk intervals. The field we were running through was springy and I giggled. I settled in at the back of the pack. The views were gorgeous, there were red kites circling above, the sun was coming out. We swept left and had a downhill road section. As I slowed for my scheduled walk break, my calf tightened. Really tightened. No, no no. Just no I thought. This can’t be happening. Briefly I thought about what Kath would say if I rang her now having to pull out or what I would say and write. The tightness had barely eased when the next run beep came. I ran anyway. It was niggling and tight but I kept going. Mile 1 had come and gone, Mile 2 wasn’t far behind. I sort of felt ok but the calf niggle was, well, niggling. I’d been running quite well uphill – I’d just been sticking to my 2 minute/30 seconds where they fell but around mile 3 I decided to stop trying to run them and nurse the calf. Instead I ignored some of the walk breaks on the downhill.

So after the first 3 miles I slowed down considerably aware that my calf would need nursing round the course quite carefully. I was ok though. I soon lost sight of the next runner in front and there were a handful of people behind me but quite some way away so for the next few miles it felt like I was alone on the course – in fact it was like that until I briefly joined the 10km route around 8 miles. In a good way. In fact I loved it. I saw rabbits and maybe a hare but it could have just been a big rabbit, it moved fast. I saw lots of little birds and whenever I came out of a wooded area into open fields there were red kites to watch. What stunning creatures they are. The views are amazing on this course. It’s hard to describe – just different at every turn, wood, fields, rolling hills, Harewood House (in all sorts of odd light), just stunning.

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I had a few good little wins along the course. I have mentioned my fear of downhill, slippy, icy etc before. I don’t think I mentioned I discussed this with therapist the other day – more on that another time – but some of the things we talked about really resonated today and instead of hesitating at the top of a steep grassy downhill I just kept moving; instead of trying to find a ‘safe’ way through a boggy bit I just went for it and bounced through and instead of whimpering at the sight of some of the muddy sections, I shrugged my shoulders and just went for it. And you know what, I slipped and you know what else – nothing happened. The world didn’t stop turning, I didn’t even fall over. I found the next somewhere for my foot and the one after that and after that and then the ground was less move-y.

So even though I had slowed significantly and was walking lots and my calf was very definitely  grumpy I had a great time. At some point just before mile 7 I suddenly remembered that there was a cut off time for the 8 mile water stop. I couldn’t remember whether it was 2 hours or 2.5 hours though. I had a quick look at my watch and decided that either way I’d be ok. Somewhere between mile 7 and 8 I noticed that I was hungry and also beginning to feel a bit tired. I hadn’t really felt tired until now. I decided that at the 8 mile point I’d stop briefly to get a bit of Kath’s home made cherry and almond flapjack (you need these in your life – I’ll share the recipe when I get chance) and have it with water. As I did that the last people still behind me came past in a mass of 10km runners whose route we were briefly sharing.

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Red Kite – Picture from RSPB

I walked until my flapjack and water had settled. I felt better. I had a little jog and did my best impression of a dressage pony through a boggy muddy bit and power walked up the hill and jogged down the other side and kept plodding and then something changed in my calf muscle. It didn’t snap or pop or anything but the niggle that I’d sort of got used to changed to pain. Not serious STOP NOW sort of pain. Just an ‘excuse me, you’re pretty close to breaking me’ sort of pain. Hmph. Ok, no matter, I’ll walk a bit.

I walked a bit. I was now last, not by far -there were 3 people within about 15 metres of me, but last. I’ve always wondered what it would feel like. Honestly, it was fabulous! The sweeper was keeping his distance on the bike and I was left to my own thoughts and the views, goodness the views. I tried running a bit more. My calf protested. Ok. Well, I’ll walk a bit more. I walked until just after mile 9. Then I tried to gently jog a downhill slope and my calf said no and my hip flexor said ‘Hi, remember me, I’m here and you knowing that is probably not a good thing’. I made the decision. I called Kath to let her know that I’d be pulling out. I’d let the sweeper know already and he said that if I could walk the best thing would be to simply make it to the next checkpoint. I was quite happy with that really although I didn’t realise it was another mile to go. Throughout that last mile my calf didn’t get any worse but my hip flexor got really quite sore. As I saw the 10 mile marker I briefly felt like a complete idiot for deciding not to go on. It’s only the sheep loop, only a parkrun, only a distance I can easily do…. But it would have been idiotic.

I stopped at the drinks station just at the 10 mile marker (although my Garmin says I did 9.82) where there was also an aid station and I could get a lift back with one of the off-road ambulance vehicles. Thanks to James and Jonathan for the ride! I literally got a lift back to our car where Kath was waiting. I nipped into the first aid centre  and asked for an ice pack which I stuck down my pants onto my hip flexor for the drive home. Everyone was lovely and asked if I needed them to look at my calf or whether I needed treatment but I really just needed an epsom salt bath and some stretches.

As things are now I am happy with my decision and proud of myself for once in my life 28500259_915935378586611_1230085131_ohaving made a sensible decision. I don’t think I’ve done any damage. I think it was a useful reminder that my calf muscles need much much more and consistent strengthening and stretching. Ideally I’d also like to be a bit fitter and trained on hills for next time – although I was happy with how I felt walking them (I remember not being able to walk uphill without setting off heart rate alarms).

So I might not have finished but I’ve had an awesome day. I enjoyed all of it – even the last mile really. I might have been in pain but it really wasn’t that bad, particularly as I didn’t have to try and go any faster at that point and the course was still spectacular. In fact it is a course that makes you want to do it justice. I’ll be back next year. Loved it.

 

The one where I don’t have pre-race nerves

I should be nervous. I should be anxious. I should be absolutely fucking terrified. I’m doing a half marathon tomorrow. And not just any half marathon either – the Harewood House Half Marathon which is hilly and muddy. There is a cut off time to reach 8 miles. I’ll be on my own because Kath’s ankle isn’t ready for hills and mud yet.

So why am I not anxious? It’s certainly not because I’m well prepared. I’m not. I have no idea if I can do the distance – I haven’t gone anywhere near that distance for some time actually and to add to that I haven’t run in the last 2 weeks really. I was suddenly terrified and tired and busy and I just didn’t go. Always the way isn’t it – when I’d mentally benefit from running most I find it the hardest to get out there. Anyway, so I’m NOT prepared. I could of course just pull out and not go. But I want to go. I actually want to line up on the start line and see if I can get round. I’ll be setting my watch to run/walk and then I’ll just keep putting one foot in front of the other until someone tells me I have to stop or I cross the finish line. That’s it. That’s my plan.

I’ll let you know how I got on tomorrow.

 

 

DNF

DNF. Did not finish. Did Not fucking finish. Yes that’s right. The last race I attempted I didn’t finish. I got to mile 5 of the Disneyland Avengers Half Marathon. I didn’t get my coast to coast medal, I didn’t complete the Infinity Gauntlet Challenge. DN Fucking F. It was a big deal at the time. I was gutted. That was the race that was going to bring all the running efforts and achievements of the year together. It all started going very wrong at about 3 miles. I felt a bit dizzy and sluggish. By 4 miles I needed to walk because my vision was blurred. By 4.5 miles it was clear I was going to have to stop. I felt dizzy, sick and couldn’t really see. There was a water station at mile 5 with a medic there. Kath took me to see her, she got me to sit down at the side of the road, got a wheelchair and with the help of a police officer who just stopped the traffic got me across the road and to the medic’s car. Then we got a little ride round Anaheim backstreets and back to the medical tent at the finish line. I’ll never get to the finish line of a half marathon that quickly ever again. I quickly started to feel better and all medical checks were fine. The doctor suggested that maybe I needed to fuel with more than just water for longer distance. I’m not sure about that – fuelling and hydration felt good. Anyway it is what it is and we had a lovely day in the Disney Parks and somehow it doesn’t matter anymore.

The running wasn’t all bad during our holiday. We had a lovely little jog along the boardwalk along Moonstone Beach. We walked miles in San Francisco including across the Golden Gate Bridge and the 10k race of the infinity gauntlets challenge was loads of fun – genuinely just fun.

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I haven’t run a single step since we got back. Not a single step. But I will, eventually I will.

 

Disneyland Paris races

c971001771Ok, so maybe it is time. Maybe there is enough distance between me and the Disneyland Paris half marathon. Maybe I have regained my sense of humour about the trip. The travel to Paris was pretty miserable. The flight was delayed because a passenger had to be taken off the plane because she was too drunk. As a result we missed the train and then because of the amazingly rude and unhelpful staff at the train station we missed the next one, too. Then we had to rush getting to the expo and that was just not as slick as we were used to from Florida – we had to queue at 6 different places and then a 7th to get th8419e742-9fca-4ba0-8c12-490574265153e photo pass.

The party on the Friday evening was also a bit rubbish but we had a little wander round the
theme park and Kath went on a roller coaster but basically I think we were grumpy. When the alarm went off on Saturday morning we were both tempted to just not run the 5k and stay in bed instead. We hadn’t slept. But we pulled on our gear, headed downstairs in the hotel for the breakfast they put on and then walked to the start area. We waited a little while but they seemed to send us off in waves in pretty quick succession. I am so glad we got out of bed because I had a great time on the 5k. We ran it all slowly and I spent the entire time looking around in wonder. It was just fun and the magic and sparkle was most definitely back. Towards the end we dived in for a picture with spiderman. There wasn’t a queue so we thought, why the hell not. Up until then we’d just 2ce2f72a-6aad-4915-8420-19914ef7ecb4been taking it all in, didn’t feel like we wanted to stop for pictures really. Loved that race! And loved the selfie with Paula Radcliffe after, too. Not sharing that as I didn’t ask her if I could.

After the 5k we went for breakfast, the proper version, and then spent a bit of time in the parks. We were tired though so had a little nap in the afternoon before heading for the Wild West show. I quite enjoyed that actually – I loved watching the horsemanship. The food was pretty average though. We had the runners’ menu which was basically a stuffed chicken breast and lots of sloppy rice.

When I got up on Sunday morning I felt nervous as hell. I knew I wasn’t ready. We went for breakfast again  – with our porridge pots this time – I barely got half of mine down. We went back to 3b16696e-7cbb-4867-a606-7bbc4eac40b8the room to use the loo before heading over to the start area. My tummy felt a bit dodgy – nerves, I figured. As I pulled my pants up againI noticed that I had a hole in them along the seam of the inner thigh. I quickly changed them and put the ones I’d worn for te 5k on again. Then we headed off. We seemed to stand around for a very long time. Once we did set off it became very clear that I was going to need to use the loo as soon as we got to one.

That theme basically continued and every time we stopped for the loo I felt a little better for a little bit and it was ok and then pressure built up again and I felt very uncomfortable for most of the 13.1 miles. I barely did any running at all really. Actually the route was quite nice although it was a good job it was dry – there were areas that would have been very slippery and/or muddy if it had rained. Some bits were also quite narrow which might have caused some of the faster runners problems. By the time we got there, there weren’t that many people around any more! As we turned the corner into the finishing area Chariots of Fire music started playing so I got my act together and ran the last bit. It was miserable. I do not need to have that many toilet stops during a half marathon ever again. My tummy finally started feeling normal again when we got home on Monday.

So there you have it- I finished it because I wanted the bling and because there was no way I had paid the stupid amount of money we paid for the trip and not come home with the medals. The next one will be better!

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We spent time in the parks after, getting a little competitive blasting evil aliens and showing off our medals – and stopping at every bloody toilet in the parks.

In other news – 3 miles in the bag today. It was ok, surprisingly warm for October.