Bizarrely, I probably started
marathon training before I had any intention of running one – even a half
marathon or any organised race. But at the beginning of 2012 I had a seed planted in my mind by a couple of friends who had either entered
marathons, joined a club or started taking their training to a new level. I was hearing a new language which added to
my understanding of the sport, and hearing about races and clubs was like seeing
a new dimension. Running to them wasn’t
just about plodding the streets to get fit or to lose weight; it was about
personal bests, pacing, speed-work, meeting targets, cross training, new
friends, taking part in famous city races and raising money for charities in
memory of lost friends and loved ones.
To see what all the fuss was about, I
started reading runner’s websites such as Runner’s World, coming across the marathon
forum pages and getting a feel for what it was all about and why people ran
them. I looked at racing calenders such as marathon Runner's Diary and Southern Running Guide. I learned about hundreds of races
organised across the country (and the world) from the local 5k Parkruns, to the
well-known marathons such as London and Boston, extreme desert or polar marathons and long-distance Ultras. Many people seemed to have a whole calendar of
races they were entering, whatever their level – and a rack of medals to show their past achievements. Most had race plans and training logs and mixed
up their training with different types of runs focusing on different skills,
for example the long, slow weekend run, or the faster speed work during the
week. This sounded far more appealing
that just running the same route day in day out, so I downloaded some marathon and
half-marathon training plans just to have a look and get an idea of what I
could do.
I created a little diary to
cover the next few weeks, penciling in “long runs” on Sunday afternoons, “recovery
runs” on Monday evenings and “regular tempo runs” on Thursdays, with cross
training (circuits class) on Wednesdays and rest days on Tuesdays, Fridays and
Saturdays. The following Sunday I went
for my first “long run” – a big loop from St Albans to Hatfield, with an aim of
10 miles (although with some parts I could miss out or add on depending on how
it went). I mapped out a new route, bought
some chocolate with me and headed off slowly but steadily. I was absolutely hanging when I finished and
had developed a blister, but when I went Map My Run to check what I’d done, was
surprised to see I had managed (staggered) almost 11 miles in total – almost 3
miles further than my normal 8. I followed
this new routine for a few weeks, and soon decided that a half marathon was
easily obtainable – possibly more.
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