Blackpool Marathon 2018

Flash back to a year ago, when my hopes were high, my legs fresh, my heart racing to the start line of Stirling 2017. Bang. The gun goes and so do I, intent on making this the fastest 26.2 mile I will ever do. If i reach my goal, there will never be another 26.2 again. Or so I believe. Then fast forward by 2 hours and 53 minutes to the most deflated and disappointed I have ever been in my adult (entire?) life. A huge personal best for me, but absolutely no doubt the race I feel I have underachieved the most, and believe me there's a lot of them. Now it may appear that I am dwelling on this particular occasion, and I suppose I am in someways, but it set something off in me. I've said it before and I know I don't ever want to be that disappointed again (we all remember the photo). But it has been purchased and printed off. I look at it more often than any other printed photo. It reminds me of the heartache and pain, and the absolute disappointment I had in myself that I felt in the days after Stirling. And herein lies the catalyst that fueled me for this training block.

So back to 2018. Blackpool is this years choice of marathon. And I make the same deal to myself. If I set out and achieve what I want, then the 26.2 is done and I would be absolutely happy with that. For a few months anyway until I move the goal posts again probably. Training started well, so much better than the piss poor weather we had. I don't think I took my gloves off until the end of March. The snow certainly hampered my speed sessions with me slipping all over the place but it did allow for some great hill sessions and some of the most fun I've ever had running. I was starting to feel pretty good and almost on track with what I wanted. The only thing that I could have changed looking back now is more speed sessions. I did plenty, but 100% of them were on my own. I'm not sure about other people who may be reading but I really do struggle to get proper fast on my own for whatever reason. I've tried many different things to sort this - time of day, what I've eaten, length of session, intervals etc and just about everything that I can think of. I just really struggle to get to my top end speed without getting to the running club.

So why not get to the club you may ask? Well it would be that wee thing called a family! Trying to achieve a work/training balance is hard enough, but throw in a wife, 2 kids and shift work to that and it makes it so much tougher. Now my wife is the most supportive person I've ever met, and I've said loads that she gives up all her own dreams to focus on mine. She never (rarely) moans when I want to go running and I never wash or find any of my own kit, so it's certainly not on her part that I didn't manage to get down, it just happens that I'm one of these people who love my wife and kids and love spending time with them. Well that and daughter number 2 was an absolute nightmare at bedtime for the entire duration of this year. From 7pm one of us was completely tied to her, so these other things rightly took priority. It's just so difficult at times. I sometimes feel I've thrown my two Mizuno, my two kids, my wife and my job up in the air and I need to try and juggle them all, without letting one drop down even a wee bit. And I'm shit at juggling.

By the end of March I was sure I wasn't going to meet my target, but hopefully wouldn't be a kick in the arse aff it. But April soon sorted that. I'm a healthy chap and until this moment had never had a day off sick in my adult life, but at the start of the month I was totally wiped out. None of this common cold crap, I couldn't even sit up without feeling dizzy. So it caused me to miss a run. And another. And another. Then finally I succumbed and had to phone in sick for work, my pride hurting more than anything else right enough. In the end I missed a full months training. I ran a few days in the 'taper week' of the marathon but even then I knew I wasn't right. I even thought about not running which is unheard of for me. But the hotel was booked and a weekend away with Mrs Shaw to the romantic capital of Blackpool was on. Chris and his wife Lynsay were coming so at least it would be a good weekend away full of banter (even if Chris still has to find some) and it would be good to hang about with someone who has more grey hair than me I suppose. The trip down was good with Mrs Runners enjoying a drink, while me and Chris went mental with some pints of fizzy juice and water. Pre race madness I tell you.

Race morning I felt good. The weather didn't and it was pishing down and freezing. Never one to have dampened spirits, Mrs Shaw soon led the charge to the shop for some prossecco while we set off for the 26.2 miles of fun. It's an out and back looped course so I looked forward to seeing Chris at a few points, along with Danny, Willy and a few others I knew running.

                                                            half way point


Despite my month lay off I was still pretty ambitious so I set out aiming for a PB (I don't believe in aiming low), and if I started to feel unwell I would ease off then simmer down to a more comfy pace where I would be sure I wouldn't keel over and die. It all went well until about 2 miles in, and I knew it was time to simmer down and ease off. I just wasn't feeling up to it (although it is the first day I had felt normal in a month). So I just totally eased off and tried to enjoy myself, and surprisingly enough, I totally did. The main reason for this was that I totally loved seeing Chris, and the others I knew, out there working hard and getting what they deserved with their hard work. There aren't many things I like more than seeing people achieving their goals (look back to the finish line photo blog post). It was brilliant to see Danny get a sub 3 after everything he has been through, (even though I missed it by being a mile behind haha), and Willy finishing hungover after sinking about 15 pints the day before.

                                                         Finishing Straight

I was fortunate enough to spot Chris running to the finish line, and seeing him powering hard to the finish after spending the effort out there on the course was amazing. I just love seeing others achieve what they think is beyond them, and it never is. The body achieves what the mind believes, and I 100% believe that.

So even though I finished 11 massive minutes outside my PB, it's not all bad. If you had asked me a year ago if I would have been happy with that I would have laughed in your face and thought you were crazy. But I seen a different side of racing again from this. I never got what I set out to do, but I know one day I will. The flip side of seeing others achieve is massive for me and I love seeing others succeed on the day and much as I want to see myself succeed. Maybe I'm getting older and wiser, maybe helping others here and there will become more important to me than my own current goals, who knows. One thing I do know is that even if I do get that elusive 26.2 target I have, every year I'll be back there whether I'm aiming for that or just to finish. I'll still be running and racing as long as I am able. Sorry Mrs Shaw...

As always I ran my road miles in Mizuno Hitogami  which have powered me over all my road miles for the last few years. 100% the one for me. Now the focus heads back to the longer stuff. Next race up is the Great Glen Ultra at the beginning of July. Stay tuned!

Snow snow snow

Well this week was all about getting back into the start of some proper mileage, instead of just messing about.The week started as normal with Horseshoe Monday, which this week was an easy 10 miles. Unbelievably,  my legs were still hurting slightly from the Trossachs trail race the Wednesday before, so it was good to ease them off.

On Tuesday the snow started but at this point it wasn't very deep. I had planned a hill repeats session. This is one of my weaknesses and I've not ran a hill repeat session for years. I had every excuse ready not to do it and to do an easy run instead. It's too slippy, it's getting dark, I've only slept for 3 hours, the list goes on. But I keep looking at this picture

and I don't want to be this disappointed again. So off I go. 10 reps of running through treacle while my legs are on fire. I'm not sure I was even running at some points moving up the hills but i got the job done and it was good to finally get a leg burner in the bag.

As I continue to work on my weaknesses (the biggest of which is hills obviously) I'm doing all my easy runs that I can on hills. By this time the snow had hit and I was constantly been rewarded by views like this

                                       



The hills even at an easy pace are still working my wee legs hard, but no one is going to give me the ability to run up hills fast, it's not going to magically appear so the only thing I can do is get up them every day. In many ways I feel like a beginner again at this. But I continue on and on, and it's made slightly easier by it getting slightly easier. So already feeling the benefit, and next weeks hill session will be a good bit tougher.

An 18 miler on Friday was pretty miserable. Freezing, icy and pouring rain but I got the job done and my legs at the end felt as fresh as when I'd started, Bonus!

I ended up on 70 miles for the week, pretty much my go to mileage, with 6500ft of climbing. The highlight of the week for me, was running around Balloch Park with my eldest daughter. She didn't ask to go sledging, or go make a snowman, she insisted on going out running with me in the heaving snow. Running can be such a selfish sport, and I often worry that I'm spending too much time away from home, too much time away from the kids when I should be doing other things. But I'm living in hope that it teaches them the dedication and sacrifice that you don't get from book learning. To work hard when you don't feel like it. If you only work hard on the days you feel good, you'll never get anything done.

                       
                                                              My favorite miles

I have to say, I am super impressed with Inov8s latest X Talons. Fortunately for me, these come in the team colours of black n red. With all the ice, snow, mud I've ran in this week, I haven't slipped or fallen once! Much better than the previous versions I've used and I've had total confidence in them doing speed work and decending quickly!! You can check them out at the link below here -

                                                              

Broken car and garmin

Monday - steady 9.4 miles (7:03 min miles)

Tuesday - intervals on the sand. 15 mins warm up, 9 x 1:30 on, 1:30 recovery ( https://www.strava.com/activities/407529796 ) total 5.6 miles

Wednesday - AM - commute 7.3 miles (7:58 min miles) PM - commute 7.4 miles (6:52 min miles)

Thursday AM - Commute 7.4 miles (7:22 min miles) PM - intervals, same as Tuesday but with a 6 min interval (strava link here https://www.strava.com/activities/408863880 )

Friday - steady 3.8 miles (6:41 min miles)

Saturday -  11.5 miles off road (8:45 min miles)

Sunday - easy 4 miles

Weekly miles - 64, elevation 3,225 ft

This week was a bit of mix and match, I started off the week with a decent 9 miler with a small climb in it. I'm still feeling any sort of incline and it's a right struggle so far.Tuesdays speed work I done on the sand which isn't the greatest idea but it is good fun and tough on the legs. I made a mess of the session and accidentally skipped the 6 minute interval. A wee bonus! I then discovered the car didn't have an mot so I had to run to work, I still really struggle in the mornings but it's better than nothing and a good way to get the miles in without spending much time away from home.

Thursday was terrible with a broken garmin!

I repeated the interval session without skipping the 6 minute interval and managed a mile in it, so a good improvement from last week but still a lot to get back to where I was a few months ago. My weekend wasn't great with loads of beer getting drank, but I managed to keep the October streak going. Weekly milage was better and the arrival of new trainers meant there was something good out the week!

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