Wednesday, 16 April 2014

The Expo! London Marathon part 1

Well, the second marathon of the Grand Slam – and the biggest, most famous, is now completed!  London Marathon done on the 13th April.  Here’s my race recap, while it’s all still fresh in my mind.  Part one is the expo, part two to follow soon!

I love the London Marathon, and was absolutely thrilled to get a last-minute charity place meaning I could run for a second year in a row.  It would be my second London, and seventh marathon in total.  While I love all my marathons, there’s little that London can’t offer, and the fact that the whole city comes out to enjoy the day and it’s all broadcast live on BBC1 means just about everyone you speak to is aware of it, even if they don’t normally follow running.  This made the week in between Brighton and London rather surreal.  I had some very confused people (mainly of the non-running ilk!)  ask me how on earth I’d managed to already run the marathon when it hadn’t taken place yet, or which marathon was I doing as they weren’t sure, how far was Brighton compared to London, and all the usual questions like that!!  I like to think the running a marathon outside the capital is a bit like having your birthday – your friends and family know and will celebrate, but the general population has no idea.  Running London is like Christmas – everyone’s heard of it and has a vague idea of when it takes place, and you can get away with saying “I’m running the marathon” and they’ll know what you’re talking about.  (I try NOT to use that phrase though, as I think it plays down other marathons!).  I think the only other races you can class alongside with London in that way would be Boston, New York and the Great North Run.

So Saturday was all about the Expo.  I love the Expo, even though it’s crowded and I’d probably wear myself out walking around all day and spend too much money.  I went very early on Saturday morning (missing parkrun!) and allowed myself little peeps at the roads around Tower Bridge and in Greenwich, which were already being prepared for the race – barriers going up and Lucozade stations being erected.  It was a lovely spring morning and London really did look good.  At Tower Gateway, I began seeing lots of runners (easy to tell!), some even leaving the expo and heading home with their bright red baggage bags.  The DLR to the ExCel exhibition centre was packed with runners, and the driver knew it!  At every stop when welcoming passengers on board, it was clearly aimed at the runners.  The best line was “I’d like to wish you all the best tomorrow, but it’s not too late to change your mind!” – a lot of us tried to suppress nervous laughs here and clearly some people thought she was right!  I felt sorry for anyone who was not a runner and only wanted to get from A to B as their train had totally been taken over.  There were even posters everywhere warning people about how busy it would get this weekend.  It’s good to hear/see things like this though as you start to realise the scale of this huge event and how the capital really does come to a halt for  the day just to let a bunch of runners trot round the capital for the day.

I got to the expo at about 10am and went to collect my number.  Finally, my race number in my hand, it was official!  Next came the shopping.  I didn’t enjoy the expo quite as much as last year, perhaps because back then it was all new, but there didn’t seem to be as many discounts this year.  Probably a good thing, as it stopped me spending too much.  I did wander round the huge Adidas zone for a while though, trying on loads of VMLM gear.  Eventually I decided on a pair of bright orange running shorts and a cotton souvenir tee-shirt – blue with the numbers “2014” made up of the names of different landmarks along the course, and a graphic of the Thames in the background.  I’d already bought some of the gear earlier in the year when the new London Marathon Store opened and they had a big sale on - so didn’t want to go overboard again at the expo!  So now I am the proud (skint) owner of the fleece, blue long sleeved running top, blue singlet, orange shorts and cotton tee shirt.  I also tried on some other gear as well including an awesome pair of striped tights, rather loud but amazing all the same, but discovered the material was a bit thick and they had non-flat seams running right down the inside of the leg, which would annoy me after a while so I decided against them.  Sadly there was no decent celebration jacket this year – last year I bought a lovely windproof jacket in black and yellow, but this time they only had the more basic versions, in either blue with reflective stripes, or bright orange (which they’d run out of) or the track jacket (zipped tracksuit top).  The orange, and track designs were very expensive at £60 and they were not as nice as last year’s so I passed up on these.  I was also a bit disappointed that they didn’t have the final-day sale on the 2014 range.

After the first shopping spree, I wandered round the rest of the expo for a few hours.  I tried not to buy too much, but inevitably did..  A box of energy gels from High5, two new medal displays to go up on the wall, some cartons of coconut water from Vita Coco (which I had to lug home in my backpack!), a London Marathon keyring and two tops from Do Running.  Collected some freebies – some #boostlondon Adidas shoelaces, lots of samples of food and snacks, a water bottle, a London Marathon lanyard and some magazines.  I also picked up some pacing bands, for 5.30 and 5.45 finishing times, to wear the next day.  One of the best stands in the expo was the Running Imp and Bespoke Medals stand.  They had a wall entirely filled with medals!  It was amazing!  I stood there are ages looking at them, and jotted down the races of the races that gave out the biggest and best medals.  I was excited to see the new Kent Roadrunner Marathon medal ready to go – I’ll be earning myself one of these in May – and it was very impressive and one of the biggest there.  My legs were still tight from Brighton, so I tried to queue up for a massage, but the queue was very long and would mean another hour (at least) of waiting around, so after listening to the talks on the stage for a bit I headed home.  I was quite hungry at this point too – I’d bought food to eat there and had quite a few snacks but I was thinking I would buy a bowl of pasta from the expo’s pasta party.  So I was surprised there was no pasta party this year, just a noodle bar and coffee shop.  Maybe they didn’t have enough takers last year – I seen to remember it was expensive, at £7 for a bowl of pasta, a bottle of water and an apple.  I did eat the breakfast bar in my pre-race goody bag though (not quite got the idea of a PRE-race goody bag, but oh well!).  There wasn’t that much in it, but that was just as well as I didn’t want to have to carry home a big box of dried pasta and a bottle of energy drink as my backpack was heavy enough already.


Once home, there wasn’t much to do apart from have dinner and rest.  I had a simple baked potato with cheese, and a soya chocolate milkshake and watched EastEnders for a while.  Then sorted out all my gear for the next day – which was an hour or two of panic!  Finally a bath, and an early night, although I didn’t get to sleep for ages as my mind was still buzzing and I kept remembering random things I needed to do or find (such as a sachet of recovery powder, or to check my Garmin was on charge), so must have got out of bed three or four times!  Eventually I fell asleep, knowing in less than 12 hours I’d be running the London Marathon!

Collecting my number


The Adidas #boostlondon zone


Photos of all the runners with messages


The Bespoke Medal stand



Race gear, ready to go!



Wednesday, 9 April 2014

Brighton Marathon Part 1


Part 1 – the Day Before

After three months of training through a very wet and miserable winter, the day was finally here – it was time to run the Brighton Marathon!  The days before, I was really hyper with nerves and energy, having tapered for the last three weeks.  I was really just ready to run!  It was great to finish work on the Friday, knowing that I had an extra day off on the Monday, and I rushed home quickly to pack my gear as the next morning was going to be very busy.

Saturday morning, I went to Parkrun to marshal with Ben and Wai Meng as we were all running the next day and didn’t want to run the 5k.  During parkrun, I was approached by a lot of walkers and Sunday morning strollers in the park asking about the run – and one couple, hearing me shout encouragement to the runners, said “easy for you to say, standing there!”  I replied back (kindly, but with a bit of smugness) that I was going to be running a full marathon the next day!  Think they were a bit shocked by that but wished me luck!

There was no time for coffee and cake after parkrun, so I rushed home to grab my bag and then got a lift from my brother to the station.  Had a couple of panic moments when I insisted I check for essentials such as which running vest I’d packed and did I have my Garmin!  I met Ben at the station, and we got on the train to Brighton.  It wasn’t a very pleasent journey – the train was delayed and was absolutely packed – we had to stand for the first 20 minutes until people got off at St Pancras International.  Even when we did get a seat, it was a crush as everyone seems to have suitcases with them.  Once through London it was a bit better and we reached Brighton with no delays – and immediately met up with Wai Meng and her mother who had just got off the other train.  We walked down to the Hilton where we were all booked in and dropped off our bags, before going to the pub for a light carb-loading lunch with others from running club.  Had a very tasty goats cheese ciabatta, delicious!  After lunch we headed for the Expo, to pick up our race numbers.  It was busy, but we still spent a bit of time looking around the stands.  I got a pack of gels from the High5 stand. 

Back at the hotel later, who did we spot?!  None other than Paula Radcliffe!  We even managed to get a photo with her – that was awesome and totally made our day!  Think that is the first time I have ever had a photo with a famous person!  It was actually a great hotel to stay in as it was where all the elites were staying, so we got to see many of the top runners.  We also got treated very well by the hotel staff, who were fully intent on catering for runner’s needs all weekend!

We had dinner at a local Italian – which was packed with runners – and I had a very simple macaroni cheese (it was very nice, but a huge helping, so I left about half of it).  I was a bit cheeky and had bought my own drink, a chocolate soya milkshake, as I did not want to risk fizzy soft drinks, fruit juice or alcohol the night before the race.  Headed back to the hotel, and we wished each other a good night’s sleep before the big day.  I decided to go for a quick dip in the swimming pool and spent very relaxing hour or so in the pool, Jacuzzi and sauna, mmm bliss.  Managed to quite sleep well that night – dropped off early but then woke up at about 5am – the only problem was the room was really hot and stuffy.  Even with the window open and fan on it was hot, and the cold water tap even came out warm so I couldn’t even have a cold shower or drink cold water!  I watched TV for a while, as my head was spinning from thinking about the marathon, but finally managed to fall asleep and sleep reasonably well until morning.

Coming up - part two, the race itself!

Brighton Marathon - Part 2

Part Two – The Marathon

I woke up sleepy, forgetting what day it was for a few moments.  When I realised, it was like a mixture of Christmas and pre-exam nerves!  I couldn’t wait, but the pressure was on!  I lay in bed for ages, with my iPhone on Twitter, following all the other Brighton, Paris, and Manchester runners who has also all woken early and were on the internet to distract themselves too.  Eventually my alarm went off anyway, and I got up.  It was like auto-pilot then – get washed and dressed, then eat my two croissants for breakfast, and a small cup of hot tea.  Pack my bags, then repack because I had left the gels in there.  Obsess about everything, check everything, fill up hydration pack (with that warm water – had to let it run for a few minutes to try and let it go cool!), basically just have an hour of total OCD.  Even when I was dressed I realised I hadn’t printed my name on my vest, so quickly took it off and wrote it on in black marker pen.  Finally, I was ready and went down to the lobby to check out and put my suitcase in the cloakroom, before waiting for the others to come down (eventually!!  They had also obsessed!).

There was a bit of an urgent atmosphere among us all as we set out for the couple of miles to Preston Park, the venue for the start of the race.  We hardly even mentioned the marathon (for the first minute or two anyway), it was just get going, get walking and make sure we were all set.  Quite amusing, like we had an important business meeting to get to!  Once we were all on our way, we joined up with lots of other runners making their way (no’one knew the exact way to the park, so there was a bit of herd instinct as we followed anyone who had vaguely a rough idea).  It was soon clear the closer we got though, as there were just thousands of runners all over the place!  We finally reached Preston Park, and here we got separated for a bit as I wanted photos of the convoy of Harley Davison motorbikes which would ride alongside the elites, and Ben and Wai Meng had spotted a photo opportunity somewhere else.  The next hour was the typically pre-race scenario – sort out our bags for the baggage bus, stand in the queue for the looks for ages, and wrap ourselves in foil blankets and bin liners to keep warm.  It started raining for a bit too, but luckily soon stopped.  Over all the weather seemed ideal for running – cloudy and cool, which I liked as it was better than the mini-heatwave we’d had recently.

Soon we were lined up on the start line, ready to go!  I was in the green pen, which was the 5 hour plus group, but as I wanted a sub-5 (or as close to that as possible) I made sure I was as far forwards as possible.  I tried to look for the 5 hour pacer, but couldn’t see him – turned out he was slightly behind me at the start.  The saxon went, and we started shuffling forwards.  I made sure my Garmin had picked up the GPS signal, dumped my foil blanket, put my sunglasses back on and off we went, over the start line!  Paula Radcliffe was high-fiving runners on the start line, that was pretty cool.  I was a bit too far over the other side of the road to high five her though.  The first mile was very slow – crowded and uphill, but at least it meant I didn’t go off too fast.  The first mile or two is always weird, as my body couldn’t quite decide was it was going to do – having tapered, I knew I had loads of energy, but I also felt a bit sluggish.  I told myself it would soon settle in a few miles, and I’d get into a nice pace.

I took the first few miles slowly, and enjoyed the atmosphere and running past some of the sights of Brighton – although I was totally lost, weaving through the city centre, I think I saw the Pavilion two or three times but we seemed to be zig-zagging all over the place!  A few miles later we began the first main stretch along the seafront to the east and here I began to settle into a better rhythm.  I was slightly concerned about making up my time though, as the first few miles had been quite a lot slower than my target pace of 11.25 min/miles.  This long stretch out was slightly undulating, and I did get some faster miles on the downhills.  It was mostly uphill in this direction, so I was hoping for faster miles on the return.  On the other side of the road were the faster runners, it was amazing to watch them!  There was also an interesting sight as we went over the bridge over the main road leading down from Preston park - I saw a huge long queue of lorries slowly driving down and I realised they were the baggage buses on their way to the finish line.  That was cool.  

We turned round at Ovingdean, and now we were the “faster” runners on the return stretch!  Apparently Wai Meng saw me here, but she said I had my head down and looked focuses (in pain?!) so I didn't spot her back.  Here I very gradually tried to make up my time on the gentle downhills.  I was still a bit worried about losing out on my time as my body still didn’t seem to have found the “fire” I sometimes felt in a really good race.  During the Berlin Marathon, I felt great the whole way round, and was lucky enough to experience a few of the “runners highs”!  During Brighton, I was running fairly steadily, but it was an effort to try and speed up, and when I tried to it didn’t seem to make much of a difference.  The miles that were on or faster than target pace were very challenging and difficult to sustain.

Coming back into Brighton, the atmosphere was fantastic!  Huge crowds lined the streets along the marina, and it was a real boost.  Felt very motivated and spurred on here, plus I knew I was nearly halfway and was still feeling pretty good and no where near the “wall”.  We could see the elites running their final mile here two, which was awesome.  Outside the Hilton hotel (what I’d have done for a nap back in my room!) we passed through the half-way point.  My Garmin was slightly ahead, and marked 13.1 miles a bit too soon.  It was another minute before I officially passed halfway.  My Garmin has just passed 2.30, meaning I was just about scraping my target pace for the sub-5 hours, and had about half a minute to catch up.  But would I be able to sustain the pace for another 13.1 miles? 

After the half-way high, things got tough, but mostly mentally.  I think I ran some of my faster splits between miles 10 and 14, but up to mile 20 they were slowing down – although not terribly so.  I was doubting that I’d run the sub 5 now, as the miles run faster than target pace were not fast enough to make up for the slow miles, they were only 3-10 seconds faster than target pace while the slower miles could be up to 11.50 minutes.  I wasn’t quite as steady as I hoped either, although every mile except for miles 1 and 21 were between 11 and 12 minutes, I did yo-yo between faster and slower paces quite frequently, rather than have a nice steady pace continuously.  However my 5km splits were all fairly even though, definitely slower later on but not by that much, but no negative splits this time.

Miles 14 to 18 were a long out-and-back through the residential areas, and here I think I got a bit obsessive with taking on gels.  I had bought several with me, and took some from the feed stations as well.  I probably had too many, as I could feel them sitting in my stomach.  I made sure to have plenty of water.   After 16.3 miles I started counting DOWN the miles – it’s great when there are finally less than 10 miles to go!  Miles 20 to 23 were pretty grim, as you pass through the power station.  It was not attractive and smelt of fish.  I was looking forward to getting out of that part of town!  Worst of all my Garmin battery ran out at 21 miles – just over 4 hours in.  I was really annoying with myself for not checking it was fully on charge!  I did see Wai Meng though, on the other side of the road, she was about 10 minutes in front of me.  That was a bit of a boost.  I was also getting a bit emotional from watching the other charity runners as many of them had names and signs on their back saying who they were running for.  Lots of them running in memory of someone close to them.  I remembered my charity, Look UK, and thought about how today was very hard work, but at least it was soon going to be over, but for the kids with visual impairments and disabilities every day was a battle and I should carry on running for them.

Finally out of the power station and just 3 miles (a parkrun!!) left to the finish, and it was on long stretch all along the sea front to the marina.  In the distance we could see the pier and wheel dominating the horizon, although they seemed like a life-time away then.  It was difficult to know what pace I was doing now, with no GPS or even a stopwatch, so I really had little to go on except by judging my effort-levels.  I just thought, there’s only 5k left do I was just going to push through, drain the tank and finish as best as I could.  As tempting as it was, I pushed out any thoughts of walking whenever I felt the urge, and carried on running (well, shuffling/jogging by now!).  I was really feeling it now, my hips seems to be the most sore of all my body, my shoulders and back ached, my calves were stiff and my thighs felt like they were burning.  But I was still managing to move along faster than those walking, so I told myself not to walk unless I cramped up or really hit the wall.  Looking at my 5k splits later, it seemed the final 5k was indeed the slowest.  It was at least positive to know I was passing so many people who had gone out too fast and were now having to walk.  I recognised lots of people from earlier on, too.  The crowds were good here too – along mainly moving as people walked up and down the sea front – we were still quite a way from the finishing area anyway.  At 25 miles, we went back onto the main road, but carried on running east, and the pier that had seemed so far away less than half an hour earlier was now behind us.  Here the crowds really got massive again, and the best part was passing the 1000 meters to go marker.  The crowds were so big that a temporary bridge had been erected to allow people to pass over.  It was really noisy, and very exciting.  I had no idea what time I was going to make it in, or my time since my Garmin had died, but I tried to pick up the pace in that final kilometre.  There was a nice bit of downhill, and just after that we went round a bend and I knew the finish line was about to be in sight.  I was going as fast as I could maintain for those final few hundred meters (i.e. not very!!) not yet ready to start an attempt at a sprint finish – but the adrenaline had really kicked in and I just loved it!  And there was the finish line!  A wall of noise and crowds 5 or more deep, it was amazing.  I just about managed a sprint to the finish, crossing the line smiling and giving a massive thumbs up!

I was totally shattered, and had to immediately go and lean on a lamp post gasping for breath – a volunteer from St John’s Ambulance gave me a concerned look!  My head was spinning and my legs just didn’t seem to want to move, but I staggered onwards slowly, and collected my lovely shiny medal.  It was large and very pretty, with a detailed engraving of a carousel on it complete with seagulls in the sky – every year it shows a different themed picture of a Brighton landmark.  Next came the tee-shirt, foil blanket, and then the goody bag with a biscuit bar, water, a banana and Powerade.  To be honest, I could have done with some more food, maybe with something salty, as that got eaten very quickly.  I picked up my baggage and managed to pull on my tracksuit trousers and jacket to try and keep warm.  It wasn’t cold, but I always cool down very quickly after a marathon, so I wanted to keep as warm as possible.  I even tied the foil round my legs like a towel to protect them the most.

Finally I found out my time, after phoning my Dad – I finished in 5.05.43.  So it was indeed over the 5 hour dream, and it was not a PB either, but I was still happy.  It was one second faster than my Loch Ness Marathon time which I found amusing.  So officially my second-best time and not even that far off the PB set at Berlin which was 5.03.00.

I then had to make a decision – Ben and Wai Meng would have already finished and headed to the pub again for food, but I was desperate to go back to the hotel for a shower so I went back there instead.  I got to see loads of the later finishers too – many still going after well over 6 or more hours.  At the hotel I got my bikini out of my baggage and went to the spa again.  This was total bliss!  I sank into the warm Jacuzzi and did not want to get out, even though the bubbles felt too strong on my sore legs.  I stretched gently and talked with other runners about how we all got on.  When I got dressed and dry I felt human at last and went back to the pub.  They’d eaten already, and I was tempted by another goats cheese ciabatta, but it was getting late and we had a train to catch.  So I just had a Red Bull and ate some of the snacks in my suitcase and we chatted about times.  Both Ben and Wai Meng had got PBs which was awesome!  We then said goodbye, and caught the train back to St Albans.  Luckily it was far less busy, and we got a seat on one of the nicer trains.  When I got home I had a takeaway pizza in front of the TV then slept like a baby that night with my medal on the bedside table!

Now, 6 days to recover, then time to do it all over again in London!

Stats
Brighton Marathon
Bib number: 4143
Time: 05.05.43
Average Pace: 11.39 minute miles

My 5k splits


Split time
Split pace
Total time
5km
00:36:38
11:47/mile
00:36:38
10km
00:36:01
11:35/mile
01:12:39
15km
00:34:42
11:10/mile
01:47:21
20km
00:35:43
11:29/mile
02:23:04
25km
00:36:11
11:38/mile
02:59:15
30km
00:36:02
11:36/mile
03:35:17
35km
00:36:45
11:49/mile
04:12:02
40km
00:38:02
12:14/mile
04:50:04


My Garmin stats for the first 21 miles, before the battery ran out


112:15.11.0012:15
211:29.91.0011:30
311:20.21.0011:20
411:38.01.0011:38
511:11.01.0011:11
611:40.21.0011:40
711:28.81.0011:29
811:22.01.0011:22
911:23.31.0011:23
1011:16.11.0011:16
1111:22.31.0011:22
1211:00.51.0011:00
1311:03.21.0011:03
1411:31.21.0011:31
1511:35.31.0011:35
1611:44.81.0011:45
1711:35.31.0011:35
1811:47.61.0011:47
1911:27.71.0011:28
2011:48.71.0011:49
2111:49.90.9912:01

Harley Davidson motorbikes by the start line!

My lovely medal!


After the race, with my finisher's medal and tee-shirt