Not quite a marathon…

I started this post a week ago. It says a lot about the multi-deadline, post vicar weekend nature of today, that I’m only just finding the time to finish it… 

Last weekend [as in the weekend of April 20-21] was almost epic in its loveliness. Not only were there geeky trains and buses in the company of an old school chum, prior to an afternoon in a park with my favourite 18 month old, there was also an international athletics event to attend in the company of fabulous people.

April 21st had been marked in my diary for quite some time – a friend had scored an elite [i.e. not a ballot place] spot in the marathon (he runs a lot of them, in fact his PB is faster than some of the women who competed in last year’s Olympic marathon) and I wanted to see him taking part. Fortunately I was duty-free at church, so was able to have the morning off. It was going to be an opportunity to relive some of the Olympic excitement of last year and a rare chance to hang out with some of the best people I know. On Monday evening preceding the marathon, I was chatting with my sister about it and her jealousy that she couldn’t be there too. Little did we know that as our conversation was taking place, bombs were going off at the finish line of Boston’s marathon. That evening I pondered whether events in Boston would stop me going to the marathon – but if anything, it made me even more determined to be there. I think a lot of runners and spectators felt the same. There is never a place for such violence – but especially not in sport.

Robin races along The HighwayRobin races along The Highway. (Credit.)

So, on Sunday morning I was in Shadwell bright and early – just missing the leaders of the wheelchair race, but in time for the women’s elite. I passed a happy few hours watching the race, bumping into several people I know (so many people in fact, that my friend’s boyfriend – who I’d just met – asked if I knew everyone in London) and intermittently pondering whether I could ever run a marathon.

We were tracking our runners using the marathon website, meaning that we could see their times at each 5km point along the course. (This is a genius development in marathon watching, although 3G does tend to get a little slow with so many people around.) This struck a chord with me, as the previous morning I had only been 200m short of 5km on my very first 25min run on the 0-5k app. Since last Saturday, I’ve done three further 25min runs, meaning that I’ve run just over 11 miles in the last week. If you told me I’d manage that when I wrote this post about starting the app, I wouldn’t have believed you.

At the moment, I’m not in a state to do much more than 5km in one go. In fact, I’m moderately concerned about the increase to 30min runs in just over a week’s time (this week it’s 28, hopefully that will help). With the aid of the RunKeeper app, I now have an idea of how far I’m running during 25mins – it fluctuates. Yesterday I managed a paltry 2.2 miles thanks to the hilly nature of the countryside where vicar weekends take place. Last Thursday, I managed a new PB of 3.2 miles around the streets of the west end. I wouldn’t say I’m enjoying it, but I am motivated to get out of bed of a morning and get going – even on the Sunday morning of a vicar weekend. In fact, I’m particularly motivated on a Saturday morning when the streets of London are deserted and I can do fun things like run to Trafalgar Square and back.

Post-app, I have a plan. For a start, the RunKeeper app will allow me to carry on with regular runs of specific times and/or distances. Plus, my friend Abi and I are going to do a Parkrun together. I believe once I’ve done that I’ll be permitted to call myself a ‘runner’. Oh, and I need to buy new trainers and a new sports bra…

It’s got to be said, aside from my own iron determination (which kicks in every so often and regularly surprises me), what’s got me through the 0-5k programme has been the following:

  • Myriad apps. Obviously, the GetRunning 0-5k app was crucial, but so too is RunKeeper for distance tracking. Basically, I like to have enthusiastic female voices cheering me on along the way. 
  • Good music. In addition to the running apps, I also have Spotify on in the background, with my ever-evolving Mixing for Gymming playlist keeping up my enthusiasm. I will never cease to be amazed by the positive impact a good piece of cheesy music will have on my physical performance…
  • Twitter. I made a pledge at the start that I’d keep myself accountable to Twitter and I generally have done. As a rule, I’ll tweet about a run when I’ve done it – not in a sanctimonious ‘I’ve just done some exercise, yay me!’, but to prove to those following my progress that I’ve done it. Twitter also cheers me along and it told me not to go for a run the morning it was snowing and my boiler was broken. [I have done 3 snow runs, it’s just that with no hot shower afterwards, they’re grim!]
  • The beauty of London. Running in the city can be a pain – yes there are squares and parks – but there are also a heck of a lot of pedestrians and pedestrian crossings, which slow you down. However, deserted London weekend runs make it all worth it.

Who knows, maybe in the next decade I’ll be cheered on my way by a team of friends on marathon Sunday…

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