Here is the long awaited for, much anticipated part two blog about the Chelmsford Marathon. The delay has been partly due to a friend visiting and partly for me to get my head in a better place to enable me not to write a ‘moaning’ blog, however I can’t promise there won’t be any moaning but will try and keep it to a minimum.
Last Sunday I woke early with the usual stomach issues, I’d like to blame my Mum’s cooking but feel it was more likely to be nerves. I forced breakfast down and headed to Chelmsford, dropping Madam on the way with her friend. Running buddy and friends located and we waited for the start, and waited and waited. Not really sure why there was a delay, it was annoying for sure, making us all jittery.
Finally we were off.
We did one loop in town before heading out along the cycle path that I have run along many times, the support was great, especially in one village where the resident’s access had been restricted due to the run. It was a two lap course great for spectators, enabling me to pass Mrs F 4 times and Mrs W 6 times. The first 15 miles went well, but I never seemed to settle in to it, then I began to hurt, my back was terrible, my calf tight, my foot sore. The blister plaster had worked its way up to the top of my sock, clearly not doing its job, a stone made its way in to my left trainer nestling itself under my heel, where it stayed for 6 miles. It was warm and I was thirsty all the time, no matter how much I drank. I adopted a walk run technique, something I have not done on any on the VLM marathons. The course was soul-destroying, we passed the finish at about 11 miles, then 23 miles, where it was turn left for finish and right for 3 more miles of agony. There was no way of knowing how many people turned left and should have gone right, in fact I was very tempted to go left! We then went out-of-town again before coming back past the finish, away from the finish before looping back. I could have wept. The last 5 miles were spent close to a local man who also was run walking, I tried to get him to join me on a run for the finish at 2 miles to go, his legs refused and in the end mine followed suit. Finally at 25 miles he came along side me and suggested we run all the way, we were joined by a member of my old running club whom strangely enough I had run the first two miles with. We shuffled to the end, shook hands after crossing the line, grateful to each other for the company. Coincidently all three of us had the same finish time. (4:40)
Why did it go pearshape?
- I might have gone off too fast
- Running Cardiff half two weeks prior, might not have been a good idea
- I get way too worked up about it all
I could speculate till the cows come home, oh and believe me I have, the only conclusion I can come to is that it is not a distance for me. I am cross that it has beaten me. I am annoyed that despite training hard, I could not pull it out of the bag on the day.
Chelmsford Marathon part three will follow shortly.