As some of you who follow me on other social media outlets may have noticed, this year I havent been fully focused on birding. As a bloke his mid thirties and who embraced spread the day he gave up tabs I want to get fitter. So four years ago I started running a bit. Occasionally. I even signed up for the York 10k and got to race day only for my youngest daughter to arrive instead. I raised over £300 for charity without running anywhere. I promised that I would do an event but stuff got in the way and I kept trying to run and aborting due to plantar fasciitis and various other lame excuses. In 2015 I managed to finish the Couch to 5km program. I wanted to run in Central Park but my foot pain prevented me and so it petered out but I knew I could do better so when my sister suggested that perhaps I bypass 10k and just go for a half marathon I agreed. I can do this.
In August training commenced. I made really good strides, slowly increasing my distance until I was cresting 5km again. Steady, slow but then I got sick with a mystery gastric complaint and all thought of trying to run went out the window as I lost a stone in weight (not in the right way) and felt dreadful. Mentally I had chucked the half marathon in. Not enough time, not well enough. And then in November I was at a family wedding with my brother-in-law who had also signed up and he revealed he was going to follow a twelve week plan. And it started in a couple of weeks. I had enough time but only just and I was going to have to work bloody hard if I was to make the start line let alone complete the race. So training started. After work, walk to run, 4 times a week. When the 12 weeks started I could get round 5km with walking breaks occasionally. If I stuck to the program then I might get there. If I dont get injured...
So I stuck rigidly to the program and racked up over 75km in December. I was running further and further with my first double figure run on December 27th when I made mincemeat of an 11km trip out. It was then that I realised I was actually running. I was over halfway in distance and infact felt strong. But my feet! Trainers wont do. Not after a while and so I invested in a pair of neon Asics which compensate for my outturned feet and padded frame whilst seperating me with a wedge of cash. This was money well invested as my feet felt guilded in such quality casings. I was doing so well that I deviated from the regime set out. As a big lad, four runs a week was punishing my joints and specifically my right achilles tendon. I cut one of the midweekers out now that the long runs were pushing over the hour. Two 5km runs in the week and a long run on a Sunday.
Each fortnight saw a new PB in distance. 13km, 16km. All were endured and enjoyed to varying degrees. Some of the short runs were hellish in gale force conditions on the sea front at Seascale, Cumbria or in the pounding rain of Nafferton Carrs. I ran on the flat or on the hills of West Newcastle. Along the Tyne. 91km in January and now PBs were coming thick and fast. Best hour, best 10km, best 5km. And I was running without stopping. Not all the time - work wore me out with hills and walks. But I persevered and perspired. Two weeks out from the race and it was time for my final LONG long run. 19km (12 miles). I had come so far but the wind was whipping out of the west. I flew out to 10km breaking my PB by several minutes only to turn into a wall of wind. Run when I can, walk when I have to. I got to 15km in good shape and then I lost all my go. I wasnt bonking (low blood sugar) as I kept myself topped up with gels but I had just run out of steam. I gritted my teeth and slowly turned 4km to go into 3 and then 2. And 1. I crawled home but I had done it. Into a headwind I had managed to do 19km of running and at a reasonable pace.. I was going to start a half marathon.
The race my sister had chosen for my running debut was the Great North West Half Marathon. I signed up last summer and didnt dare look at it in any detail. Until after the 19km run.19km took me 2 hours and 26 minutes which giver me about a 2:40 time for a half marathon. This is very slow but I am currently in the run longer camp, not the run faster camp as there is the best part of 15 stone to drag round. The two pistons in my quads were doing me proud though and so I looked at the details of the race, race reviews and other paraphenalia. The race was to be a flat charge up and down the prom. Great for setting PBs apparently. Then I looked at the reviews and it appeared that should bad weather occur it can be hideous as was the 2015 edition. February in Blackpool - what can go wrong?
Nerves hit when I checked the weather midweek before the race. 50mph westerly gales and rain. All my worst nightmares in one quick check of the phone. My runs were still going well and I was now tapering for the race. We stayed in Manchester the night before the race and met up with my sister and brother-in-law who were half marathon virgins although both considerably fitter than me. Nervous energy abounded but pizza was taken with no beer or wine. The pain! A good nights sleep in the local Premier Inn was had, despite a stinking cough I had acquired and the presence of my two girls who were here to be super fans with my awesome wife. I woke at 4.30 and tossed and turned until 7 when I caved and got ready. We headed up the motorway to Blackpool as the wind strngthen and the sky darkened. I was concerned as rain could be problematic. I usually run in glasses but in rain they are no good and I switch to contact lenses. A mild bit of conjuntivitis was bothering me but I tried the lenses. They felt ok so I stuck with them. We walked the mile to the start and I registered just in time. By now I was bricking it. All the realisation of what was about to happen hit home as the neon horde gathered. No chips were issued which was weird but we got numbered up and took up position in the melee as my wife and children shouted support from above.
3-2-1 and we were underway. In the crowd the wind wasnt too bad and we ran south along the prom towards the pier. Turning back along the lower prom and I felt stiff but ok. I hadnt set my running app, Endomondo, up correctly so I didnt know how far I had gone. Soon we were back at the start and despite the wind I was feeling better. I reckoned I had done about a km. Starting back out from the start we went on another short loop and this was somewhat harder as the field thinned and slow runners ran amongst slow runners. The wind was now a blowing 35mph from the south west. But I was soon running north on the longest straight of the race. Past the start and onward, north along the lower prom, waves breaking over the top of the runners. I turned my phone in its holder upside down as I didnt want to flood it. I was covered in seawater but I felt really strong. And no wonder with a tailwind so strong. The wind turned to a straight southerly and strengthened. I must be at 5km I wondered and as I ran alongside a giant rabbit a miracle happened. I went past the 5 mile sign. This is insane I thought and I barrelled along as fast as my legs would take me. I was 30% further on than I thought. I was 1/3 of the way through the race. I hope I feel like this forever. And then I reached the turning point.
The race after the two short laps south of the start was made up of two longer laps to the north. I found myself at the turn and a wall of wind hit me. I had my gel that I was supposed to use at 7km and cracked on. I didnt get far as the wind stopped me in my tracks. I grinded away the 2.5 miles back to the start. Run a little, walk a little, never stopping. I felt awful by the time I got back to the start but the fastest were just starting to lap me. It looks like lots of folks chucked it in at this point but I pushed on knowing I had the relative ease of the fast wind assisted lower prom for a while. Another gel and 13km to 17km whizzed by. Not as comfortable this time but still in reasonable shape. At this point I realised that I was running with a lass with a purple coat and lime green beanie on. She would pass me and then vice versa. No competition - just it kept going like that so we started encouraging each other, aware of what was around the corner. We made it to 17km and then the final 2.5 miles/4km back was horrendous. It took ages but we pushed each other. Running when we could, walking when we had to again. 11 miles. 12 miles. I told her I would have to run in to the finish to show my kids and she laughed. The final mile was all running, into the wind, which by now had strengthen to 50mph in our faces and was laced with rain. I was weather beaten but I was sure as damn it going to do it. A small group of runners who were just behind us caught us at the last but we all ran in together. I managed to get Isabelle to join me on the way in and run through the line with her hand in mine which was an amazing feeling. I embraced the purple coated women and she hugged my wife before I did. Officially I crossed the line in 2 hours and 41 minutes but thats rubbish. It was just under 2:45 but I am convinced I could go sub 2:30 in decent conditions. I am still absolutely over the moon. A fat lad running a half marathon on just 14 weeks training. I did it. My sister managed to finish in 2:03 and my brother-in-law in 2:10 which is awesome by both of them. They came to find me when I was a couple of hundred yards away which was brilliant of them.
With the wind assisting I broke my 5km, hour, 10km and of course my half marathon personal bests (the latter because I didnt have one!). Im now very stiff and sore but I ran as hard as I could. I couldnt have done this without the support of my wife and kids who have been with me throughout and supported in horrible conditions yesterday and also morale boosting messages from Tristan Reid, Jonny Rankin and Rob Sheard amongst many others. And do you know what? I bloody loved it. Every salty, sweaty, windy moment. I might even do another.
Below are links to a few videos featuring the race.
Race Start
Chase the bunny - I was about 20 seconds behind the bunny suited one at this stage
Big Seas - some of the faster guys get soaked as we all did shortly after!
I dont normally put links by the daily express in my blog but the first picture here has us all out on the first short lap with the huge seas illustrated.
Express
And finally an excellent Youtube video which shows exactly how windy it was.
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