Where sells zimmer frames?
'Cause I could really do with one. I'm sitting on a kitchen chair and my backside could quite easily have morphed into it by now. My body feels like a lump of lead. The only thing moving are my fingers over this keyboard...and even then, reaching the back space key is a bit of an effort. But it is DONE! The heaviest week in my training schedule is done done done and done. An easy 7 miles at the start of the week eased off my legs from Sunday's race (not particularly successful, but that's for another blog post!), followed by a 10 miler on Wednesday and 12 on Friday meant just one very big run today would bring me over the 50 mile mark which has been the aim since the start of training.
So I'm sitting here having just completed a 23 mile run despite a few - much more knowledgeable - people telling me I shouldn't be doing as many miles as that before a marathon, I thought I'd feel better in the knowledge I can go the 'almost distance'. And I do. Just also very stiff and sore and sick. Having said that, the stiffness doesn't feel like it will cause a problem after some sleep, the soreness is not injury related (this time, thank the heavens), and the sicky feelings only kicked in during the last five or so miles.
The run was a nice route crossing from Angus to Perthshire and back into Angus again, and incorporated every season along the way in terms of weather. We also had every emotion on show from yours truly - always nice to know training isn't affecting your mental state whatsoever...
The first 15 miles were on country roads and, being on my own, that's a lot of time to feel a lot of different ways about running...and life in general to be honest! I left the house wanting to pack running in to become a full time sofa surfing, cake eating sloth because it just sounded so much better (4 hours sleep, again another story). About 4 miles in I was wondering how many short cuts were on the route, 6 miles in I hated running, had no idea why I was doing it when I could just be selling raffle tickets for charity somewhere. But by 8 miles I must have hit the delirious point because I was belting out Smash Mouth in my finest, out of breath singing voice.
This must have worn off by mile 15, around about the same time I ran out of water. Thankfully, the kind lady in the Westmuir Shop filled my bottle back up and sent me on my way with some much needed words of encouragement - both of which got me to roughly the 20 mile point. I'd been feeling pretty stiff and short for maybe 8 miles by this point but I started to really feel it now, combined with stomach upsets, I wasn't a happy bunny. I let myself be mardy for about half a mile before finally getting sick of myself. What gave me the kick up the backside I needed was thinking of everyone's donations to this marathon - almost £500 so far, which is maybe 10 therapy sessions at Combat Stress. And if 1 therapy session can turn a soldier's life around after he or she has been through true true hell, then your donations to this marathon and all the training that goes with it has changed 10 soldiers' lives, maybe even saved them.
There's nothing more sobering than considering someone else's real life difficulties and so, for the next 3 miles, I put my big girl knickers on and powered on through.
In the past week I've had a lot more donations so I'd like to thank everyone who has put any amount towards the cause, online or in the shop when you've seen me, you know who you are :)
I'll have some more blog posts up over the next four weeks with some (hopefully) interesting bits and pieces on running and the charity, but for now, it's goodbye from the rapidly-ageing runner.
So I'm sitting here having just completed a 23 mile run despite a few - much more knowledgeable - people telling me I shouldn't be doing as many miles as that before a marathon, I thought I'd feel better in the knowledge I can go the 'almost distance'. And I do. Just also very stiff and sore and sick. Having said that, the stiffness doesn't feel like it will cause a problem after some sleep, the soreness is not injury related (this time, thank the heavens), and the sicky feelings only kicked in during the last five or so miles.
The run was a nice route crossing from Angus to Perthshire and back into Angus again, and incorporated every season along the way in terms of weather. We also had every emotion on show from yours truly - always nice to know training isn't affecting your mental state whatsoever...
The first 15 miles were on country roads and, being on my own, that's a lot of time to feel a lot of different ways about running...and life in general to be honest! I left the house wanting to pack running in to become a full time sofa surfing, cake eating sloth because it just sounded so much better (4 hours sleep, again another story). About 4 miles in I was wondering how many short cuts were on the route, 6 miles in I hated running, had no idea why I was doing it when I could just be selling raffle tickets for charity somewhere. But by 8 miles I must have hit the delirious point because I was belting out Smash Mouth in my finest, out of breath singing voice.
This must have worn off by mile 15, around about the same time I ran out of water. Thankfully, the kind lady in the Westmuir Shop filled my bottle back up and sent me on my way with some much needed words of encouragement - both of which got me to roughly the 20 mile point. I'd been feeling pretty stiff and short for maybe 8 miles by this point but I started to really feel it now, combined with stomach upsets, I wasn't a happy bunny. I let myself be mardy for about half a mile before finally getting sick of myself. What gave me the kick up the backside I needed was thinking of everyone's donations to this marathon - almost £500 so far, which is maybe 10 therapy sessions at Combat Stress. And if 1 therapy session can turn a soldier's life around after he or she has been through true true hell, then your donations to this marathon and all the training that goes with it has changed 10 soldiers' lives, maybe even saved them.
There's nothing more sobering than considering someone else's real life difficulties and so, for the next 3 miles, I put my big girl knickers on and powered on through.
In the past week I've had a lot more donations so I'd like to thank everyone who has put any amount towards the cause, online or in the shop when you've seen me, you know who you are :)
I'll have some more blog posts up over the next four weeks with some (hopefully) interesting bits and pieces on running and the charity, but for now, it's goodbye from the rapidly-ageing runner.
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