On the 19th May I took
part in the Brathay Windermere Marathon, it was my first full 26.2 mile
marathon and I thoroughly enjoyed it! I completed the course in 4:09:54, which
was a little outside my goal of 4 hours but I was satisfied nonetheless.
Last time I posted I was still
having trouble with my knee, I’ve continued with the stretching and
strengthening exercises and the week before the marathon I managed a 17 mile
with only a small amount of discomfort. I also fitted in short high intensity
sessions around my night shifts. We had planned to camp at Grizedale forest
with some friends and family for the weekend but, due to work commitments and
poor weather, the future wife and I ended up sleeping in one of those camping
‘pods’ that are very popular
these days. It was basically a big garden shed
with a carpet but, it was warm and dry which, after the previous night in a
slightly leaky tent with a punctured air bed, was a luxury (we also borrowed
our friends air mattress so were able to get a reasonably good nights sleep).
On Sunday morning, all fuelled up
with the previous nights obligatory pasta meal and some porridge for breakfast,
we headed for Brathay Hall. By the time we were parked and had walked back to
the staging area it was time for the pre race briefing. We were introducd to
Horst Preisler the world record holder for marathons completed, a mere 1821!
Also we given an update about the hardcore group of who had been taking part in
the 10 in 10 challenge, they were already out on the course on their way to
completing the course for the 10th time in ten days!
We were then marched down, led by
a marching drummer band, to start and off we went! As for the actual run
there’s not that much to say, the hills were a killer, I hit halfway in 1:57 so
was on track for a sub-4hr. At 20 miles I felt pretty knackered but saw the
fiancée at that point cheering me on which gave me a boost, only to get pretty severe
cramp around 21 miles! As I’d had this problem in a previous training run and
been able to carry on after a short break I wasn’t too concerned. Don’t get me
wrong I was annoyed to have to stop and walk and it was pretty painful but I
knew within a few minutes I’d be able to carry on. So from there I pushed on,
in the last half a mile I got a bit emotional, I don’t know if it was relief or
happiness or the tiredness but I found myself filling up! And then it was over,
a medal, a bottle of water and a banana handed to me as I crossed the line then
a big hug of the future wife and we hopped in the car to drive home.
I enjoyed a few beers that evening
then it was back to work the next day, the legs were pretty sore the day or two
after but by Wednesday I’d pretty well recovered, and back into training on
Thursday with two 10 mile runs either side of a game of footy. The latter run
ended up being in the dark and so was my first experience running with a head
torch on. It was a little eerie running along a canal path only able to see a
small area directly ahead of you, but I made it home safely.
Next week I’m thinking of having a
crack at a 30ish mile section of the Sandstone trail, should be fairly similar mix of surfaces to the Hadrian’s wall run so I think it should be good training.