I'VE just run my first marathon! Now, before you all start accusing me of misleading you about my ability, or being a closet runner who has only just found the courage to come out and confess my peccadilloes, relax... What I mean is this week my TOTAL mileage run so far in training equates a marathon!
I can tell you are incredibly impressed – and I did it in a total of five hours 55 minutes, over 28 days. (Which I grudgingly concede gives me an actual time of nearer 700 hours.)
But hey, in four weeks I have gone from barely managing 100 yards before I gave up, to being ok to run/walk two and-a-half miles.
I am on target with my Asics training plan, but I have really felt tired and lacking in energy this week. Plus I picked up my first injury – which was incredibly demotivating.
Around five years ago I needed a new anterior cruciate ligament – result of playing too much rugby at too old an age.
Nothing whatsoever to do with me being rather fat, terribly unfit and thinking I could get away with playing in the forwards on a men’s team!
I had it done in South America, where I was living at the time, and it’s not given me any problems since.
In fact it’s coped really rather well with hiking and general everyday movements such as bending down to grab the beers from the fridge, but suddenly on Wednesday’s run it started to really hurt.
A proper stabbing pain right under and to the left of my knee cap, which resulted in me having to pull up and walk for the rest of my route.
I couldn’t walk up and down stairs without feeling like my knee was popping out. So out came the ibuprofen, the Voltarol, the Jack Daniels and of course the old standby – a bag of frozen peas. (Note to self, remember to check pea bag hasn’t been opened before using it. I ‘pea’d’ all over my bed.
I’m still finding the little green nuggets two days later – as they emerge all squished and soggy from their hiding places!)
A quick chat with my new found chums on the Runner’s World forum and the general consensus is it’s ‘runner’s knee’ – or to give it its proper name Chondromalacia patellae.
So I am resting it and still icing it, but at least I am slightly reassured that it is probably pure coincidence that it is the same knee with the new ligament.
I do have to giggle every time I mention icing my knee though – perhaps I am watching too much of the Great British Bake-off!
I have a nightmare vision of Mary Berry poking me and telling me it’s all because my bottom is too soggy. Then again, if it was Paul H poking me I might feel differently….but let’s not go there, eh……?….
What really did surprise me though was the disappointment I felt at not being able to train.
Me, sad to not be able to go out for a run? Now I know my world has turned upside down for sure!
I’m usually the first to cancel exercise plans at the slightest whiff of rain, or if it’s getting chilly, or there’s a good programme on the telly, or because the day of the week has a Y in it.
The thing is, I’ve been really loving all the ‘excitement’ of being involved with this marathon – writing my blog, asking for sponsorship, promoting the charities and talking to people about my efforts.
It’s fantastic and it’s fun, but it hadn’t really occurred to me until recently that by entering a Spring Marathon I would need to train over winter.
I mean, just how dim can I be? I’m already bitching when I have to go out in the rain, what on earth will I do when it snows?
And if it snows AND I’m injured... I am going to need some serious butt kicking to keep me going! (now then, don’t all volunteer at once.)
Yep, it’s actually starting to sink in that I need to do a lot more hard work to be prepared and able to run 26 and a bit miles. I’d say I’m facing a marathon task – but I know that would make you all groan!
So I’m hoping desperately that my knee gets better soon and I can crack on with the training. I haven’t given up though, merely slowed down a little and slightly reduced the distance.
Two months ago I would have taken this as a sign that I am not meant nor built for running, and given up (probably via the pub for a consoling pint or two and a fish and chip supper) but this time I’m fighting back and I’m determined to show my body who’s boss! You hear that body? Yes, I’m talking to you!
15 Sept 8am 2.50 miles 31 minutes 49. Pace 12.43 min/mile. Chilly 46* Ave HR 142
17 Sept 5pm 2.53 miles 31 minutes 21. Pace 12.22 min/mile. Chilly 52* Ave HR 141
18 Sept 5pm 1.80 miles 23 minutes 22. Pace 12.59 min/mile INJURED knee. Chilly 55* Ave HR 134
20 Sept 5pm 1.9 miles 25 minutes 15. Pace 13.14 min/mile INJURED knee. Cold 50* Ave HR 127
I don’t really need to mention this do I? I mean, I say it every week….but please, if you can, help me reach my target of £2,000 for the British Heart Foundation:
I’ve made it really easy to do:
Text CAZS47 and amount to 70070 eg CAZS47 £5
Donate on line at http://www.justgiving.com/cascita
NEXT WEEK’S BLOG – My butt kicking chums get stuck in…..