Sunday, 7 September 2014

The ups and downs of marathon training

 Well, the time is nigh. As I lie here, recovering from a run gone terribly awry, I am acutely aware of the fact that my marathon is now only a week away. Or, 6 days, 16 hours 12 minutes and 25 seconds according to my Runkeeper countdown. At this point, I’m in to the taper period, having done all I can to get me where I’m going. But has it been enough?

As a marathon newb, this is the question that plagues me before, during and after every run. And my answer to that question tends to vary frequently and wildly between ‘Hell yes! I’m ready!’ and ‘No! I’m never, ever, going to make it’. Today, it’s hovering somewhere between the two…

About a month ago, when I wrote my last post, I was much less positive than I am now. I’d been struggling with the intense heat and humidity to complete my long runs, having to duck out of two of them early, and running at a much slower clip than I would have planned on for those I did finish. While a part of me knew it was the conditions that were messing me up, it was really hard to ignore the nagging doubt that I just wasn’t cut out to run a marathon. Combine that with my irrational fear of the temperatures continuing to rise right up until race day, and I was something of a wreck! But, of course, that was never going to be the case. Just after that post, the weather started to break. And with the lower temperatures came a renewed ability to run, and to push myself to further distances, faster than I’d been running the shorter ones. And so, during the last few weeks before tapering, I managed to finally break the 30km barrier, knocking out a 32km and 33km run at roughly the 6 minute/km pace I was hoping to achieve on race day. Not only that, but I also managed to run a half-marathon distance training run in under 2 hours, which is only the second time in my whole life that I have managed that. And I felt good afterwards! Clearly, the training, even though not ideal, was raising my fitness way up.

These successes led me to a much more positive outlook for race day. Having done 33km, I felt that 42km is doable. Tough, sure, but doable. So as I entered my taper, I felt ready. Until I got sick. Which was on day 2 of my taper. Nothing serious, just a sore throat, virus-y type thing. All things considered, the taper was the perfect time to get sick, so I wasn’t worried. I skipped my midweek runs, waited to feel better, and by this morning, I thought I did! So I woke up, happy and ready to go out and tackle the 21km run I had scheduled.

Upon stepping out my door, I became less happy and more nervous. The temperature and humidity had spiked again. I started to sweat as I made my slow warm up jog to the river. I wasn’t feeling as high on energy as I usually did, and suspected that the virus wasn’t clear out of my system yet. Things were suddenly not looking so great…

By 3km I was already struggling. I paused to chug some of my water down. Then I persevered until the Zeigelhausen bridge at 4.5km, where I paused again, ready to break down. My heart rate was soaring, I couldn’t control my breathing, and I was fighting a battle with my pessimistic side, who was loudly declaring that my week off meant I had lost it, and that it was going to stay hot until race day, meaning I was never going to make it round. I steadied myself for a bit and decided to make a course change that would take me away from the direct sunshine, and up into the cooler, shady hills. This made me feel positive once more. I love hill runs, especially when I’m worried about failing. Walking up hills is tough enough, so stopping doesn’t make me feel bad the way it does on the flat. So I took off and started over.

2.5km later, I was done. Exhausted, upset, and on the verge of a meltdown. My breathing was shallow and my heart rate still soaring, even after walking for a few minutes. My run was over. All I could do was walk the 3km back to my house. I was back to the Michelle of a month ago. Defeated by the conditions (and the tail end of a virus), headed home much sooner than planned.

This time, however, I was determined not to sink into negativity. I don’t have time for that. I immediately emailed some of my support crew (as I was walking home, feeling sorry for myself), and they all rallied to confirm that I was ready, and this blip was just a result of the heat and the virus. I then showered, ate, and consigned myself to rest in bed, which I clearly needed. I’ve yet to extract myself from there for more than tea and water runs for the past 5 hours. And now, I feel better mentally, if not quite physically. I’ll continue to take things easy this week. Maybe head out for a couple of short, gentle runs to keep the legs ticking over, but nothing extreme. And I’ll eat healthily and keep an eye on this virus. I’m sure it’s mostly gone, but I’ll be taking no chances. Oh, and I'll also be obsessively weather stalking Cologne all week. Right now, no crazy hot weather is predicted. A high of 19C, which is drastically better than todays high of 26C. Phew!

So, I guess that’s it! Hopefully, in one weeks time, I’ll be kicking back in Cologne with Anne, Melissa and Luis, a beer in one hand, a burger (or similar) in the other and a medal round my neck. I’ll keep you posted ;)


Also: I’ll be raising money for Cancer Research UK with this run. If you’d like to sponsor me, visit my just giving page here. Thanks!!!

Monday, 4 August 2014

Struggling with humidity

If you interact with me in the real world, or haven’t yet hidden me on Facebook/Twitter, you probably already know how much I DETEST humidity. It’s so awful. SO AWFUL. In summers past, I have struggled with this terrible phenomenon. Trying to go about my running schedule, dripping with sweat and feeling the awful tingly, goose-pimpled feeling of dehydration as I try to complete a trifling 10km run at a pace barely beyond a walk. But usually, I am just running because I like to run. Or maybe I have a race waaaaay down the line in October, when I know it’ll be much cooler. So missing a run here and there, or cutting one short, or stumbling around at a pace well below my normal level is kind of fine. A mild irritation, but no big deal. But with marathon training??? Well, that’s another story.

The marathon is coming up fast. And I am now routinely running farther than I have ever run before on an almost weekly basis. I used to get excited when my Garmin informed me I’d set a new record. Now I just roll my eyes and shuffle home to a cold shower and a nap as fast as my weary legs will allow me. Adding 3-5km to my previous longest ever run every other week is hard enough. Factor in Heidelberg’s apparent obsession with an ever rising humidity this summer, and it’s just down right impossible. When I headed out for a 29km run two Sundays ago, it was 93% humidity and 21C when I left the house at 9am. It was 80% humidity and 24C when I threw in the towel, a broken, exhausted shell of a woman 23.7km later. I was so destroyed, I had to catch a tram back to my house rather than run-walk or even walk the last 5km. And logically, I know it’s the heat and humidity that is the cause of this melt down. I’d run 26km the week before. It’s not like I can’t run long distances. And sure, my pace is currently about 20 seconds/km below what I have planned for race day, but that’s to be expected in these conditions. Right?

WRONG! Well, wrong according to irrational, illogical Michelle, who is terrified that this is a sign that she can’t run a marathon. She is convinced that, because July and August (so far) has demonstrated a weekly increase in temperature and humidity that nicely matches my weekly increase in mileage, that this is something that will continue up until September. When I’ll have to run 42.2 km in 44C and 190% humidity. Which is clearly nonsense (I checked: Cologne’s record high in September is only 31.7C, so not 44C).

But, the fact remains that this constant heat and humidity is leaving me somewhat uncertain about exactly what I’ll be able to achieve on race day. My longest pre-race run is at the end of August, so it’s not unreasonable to suspect that the temperatures will still be high and the humidity will still be sucking the life force out of me with every step I take. So, how do I deal with that?

Several ways. Firstly, I complain on Facebook and RunKeeper, and my excellent support crew (including, but not limited to Anne, Sarah, Melissa, Jayne, Amy, Charly and Casey Deen, with Casey G chiming in on G-chat) quickly reassure me that I’m on track and doing well. Further to that, they offer up helpful articles that give you ways to train for marathons that don’t focus on the killer long run, thus alleviating some of the humidity pressure (thanks Charly!). Secondly, I do some googling to learn the facts about how humidity affects you so I know that SCIENCE backs up my feeling of terrible exhaustion and inadequacy, and I’m not just being a weeny. This little breakdown of the five ways humidity affects you as a runner was super enlightening to me. And the 7 ways of dealing with it (sent by Amy) was also a reassuring read.

So, I guess that is where I’m at. Still uncertain about how I’ll do on the day, still hating humidity, but trying not to freak out about it. Because my team and science are behind me. So really, what’s the worst that could happen?*

*the first person to mention hyponatremia gets a slap ;)

Wednesday, 23 July 2014

Testing, testing! My adventures in nutrition

At the moment, with less than 8 weeks to go (gulp) I am slowly working my way up the distance ladder towards my longest run, which will be about 21 miles. There are a great many things I could write about at this juncture, such as how much I hate humidity, chafing (related to humidity for me), strength training (horrible, and yet it works), the joys of eating like a Hobbit (second breakfast and elevenses are my favourite additional meals), but I’ll save them for a future post. Today I shall talk about my adventures with on-the-run nutrition.

This has been an aspect of running that I have avoided for quite some time. Ever since I ran my first half marathon, really, where I foolishly tried drinking sports drinks on race day, only to relive them in reverse upon finishing the race (my first half marathon was, for many reasons, simply awful). But, I do know that taking on some form of carbs would be helpful to me during longer runs. And salts, for I am a wimp in warm weather, and quickly feel the effects of sweating out all my salty goodness. So, as the temperatures and humidity have been rising along with my distances (last Sunday I ran 26km in 25C with 70% humidity), I have started testing out different gels and drinks to see what works for me. Here is what I have learned.

Isotonic drink – PowerBar 5 electrolytes tablets, Mango flavor


This stuff is great! Normally when I run in hot weather, I start feeling all tingly from the loss of electrolytes, making it very difficult for me to push through long runs. However, by adding one of these tablets to my 500 ml donut, this is no longer the case! And, the mango flavor is not too strong and quite delicious (not sweet, a little salty). I haven’t tried anything else because I am super happy with it. If you know of other delicious electrolyte drinks though, feel free to tell me all about them in the comments :)

Gels:


Ugh. Gels. GELS. This has not been a fun testing experience. Most of the things I have tried have been abominations taste-wise (with only one exception). However, all have helped me energy-wise, so technically, they are doing their job. I can see why people force them down. Here is how I have rated those I have tried.

PowerGel Iso –


Orange: Tastes like salty vomit, but not the worst flavor of gel I’ve tried. This is not high praise… BUT – you only need water to wash away the yucky taste, not to rehydrate, as it’s not all goopy and gross. The after-breath is, however, foul.

Cola+caffeine: Doesn’t taste like salty vomit, but tastes just… awful. Like cola that has gone bad. Really bad. So bad that I was concerned I purchased something out of date!

Ultra Gel –


Berry flavour: Tastes of the devil. THE ACTUAL DEVIL. Who died, and started to rot inside the gel packaging. Ugh. UGH. As long as I live, I shall never try another Ultra gel. NEVER. Made the orange PowerGel taste good, so I guess that was an upside...

High5 –


Orange and berry flavours: A gel that tastes like fruit juice??? Surely not. And yet, having tried both the berry and orange iso flavours, I have abandoned my quest to find new gels, and will be using these delicious givers of carbs forever. So much more palatable than salty vomity death when you’re at 10 miles. Or any distance for that matter. Again, as it’s an isogel so no need for tons of water to wash it down! And the after-breath is fine too :)


So, that’s it really. I guess I can summarise my testing experience by saying ‘Gels are helpful, and high5 taste the best in my experience. Electrolyte drinks are also good, and the PowerBar one has my stamp of approval’. In future, I shall only be testing products that friends/followers tell me are not disgusting. And on that note, thanks Luis for recommending and giving me high5 gels. I’ve now bulk ordered some online, as I can’t find a shop here that sells them.

Monday, 7 July 2014

The Mannheim Colour Run - race report

The weekend after my epic travels ended was the weekend of the much-hyped Mannheim Colour Run. For those not familiar with the Colour Run, it's basically a low-key, un-timed, 5km run, where you are assaulted by powder-paint-throwing assassins en-route. It's supposed to be fun and non-competitive, and as a result, it attracts thousands of competitors to each of its events, and Mannheim was no exception.

I assembled a crack team of athletes for the Mannheim event (known as team Team), made up of 8 people from the MPIA, although we dwindled to 7 on the day, owing to injuries and unexpected travel plans. We were a superb septet though, consisting of myself, Melissa, Luis, Casey G, Kate, Emer and Tom, and we were ready to kick some butt and take some names! Or, you know, wander around and get some paint thrown at us.

The fabulous team Team (minus Tom who had nipped to the loo)


As the Colour Run fell on a Sunday, it clashed with the normal long run day, where I was supposed to be taking on 22km (as were Melissa and Luis). To make up for this oversight, we decided that we would run to the SAP Arena in Mannheim, which was handily located precisely 17km from Heidelberg. So at 9am on the Sunday morning (3 hours before the start time), Melissa and I headed out, armed with maps and  bus passes (in case we got lost and had to hop on a tram). The rest of team Team were meeting us at 11am so that we could pick up our numbers and get our Colour Run kits.

The weather was predicted to be unpleasant and rainy, but for our run to the race, we experienced very little rain, which we were grateful for. I didn't much fancy hanging around for an hour at the start with wet clothes (although team Team were bringing us some extra layers, just in case). And, we managed to make good time, and not get lost at all (although we had a couple of near-misses, one of which would have added about 5km to our run). We both decided that an adventure run, that wasn't just out-and-back, was a more pleasant way to do a long run, as the uncertainty of the route distracted you from the distance. We plan on doing a few more of these for our long runs over the next 10 weeks (gulp... is that all that's left?!?).

We arrived at about 10:40, so earlier than the rest of team Team, and we waited for Luis to catch up with us (he left 30 minutes after we did, but we only had to wait about 5 minutes for him...). Then, we got in the huuuuuuugggggeee line for number collection as we waited for the rest of our team, who turned up at about 11:20.

Once we got our packs, we all donned our Colour Run t-shirts and headbands, and handed in our excess baggage to the onsite bag storage (love a well organised bag storage facility at a race) before heading to the start line. We were quite far from the front, and it turned out they were doing staggered starts. Really, given that we were planning on running (not walking like many, MANY of our fellow competitors), we should have wiggled our way to the front. Also, just before the start, the rain started coming in earnest for 10 minutes, which was particularly unfortunate for me, Melissa and Luis, as we were already rapidly cooling off from our long run to the event. Throwing our bags of paint powder into the air as the first runners headed out, covering us and our fellow runners in a multi-coloured powdery haze, momentarily distracted us, but then we were back to feeling cold and miserable for about 15 minutes as we waited for our time to start running.

As we got closer, Melissa snuck into the group in front of us, getting herself a slightly earlier start. However, she was at the back of a mostly-walking group, which I think she found frustrating. The rest of team Team got ourselves into position at the very front of the next start, and sprinted off as the tape fell to release us into the race. It was actually pretty hilarious as we seemed to be the only runners, so we quickly found ourselves leading our group by quite some distance. I've never been at the front of a race before! It felt good! But, it wasn't long until we ran into the back of Melissa's group, and that's where things started to get a little frustrating.

I have no objection to people coming and walking these type of events. We knew that there would be walkers when we signed up, and none of us were there to run a PB, or any time that we might consider fast. We just wanted to see what all the hype was about. That being said, the organisers of the Colour Run could probably do more to separate out runners and walkers than they did. Especially as the Mannheim route turned out to be on rather narrow pathways, that made passing large groups of walkers, or people taking selfies, really tricky. We were also brought to a complete stop at a couple of the Colour Stations, where volunteers cover you in paint powder that they have spewing from industrial sized vats (sidebar: wearing sunglasses at such events is something I can highly recommend!!). This could easily be addressed by doing something similar to the organisers of the Race for Life 5km events in the UK, where there are different starts for runners, joggers and walkers. People still self select into these bins, so it doesn't get rid of all the problems, but it's much better. They also request that walkers stick to one side of the course, so faster people can easily pass. 

And so, for the first 3.5-4km, we ran a ragged, stop-start kind of race, frequently walking, or leaping into fields of crops to overtake some of the walkers. But, in the last km or so, the crowds thinned out, and we were able to stretch our legs and get a fast finish. And, despite the grumblings above, I did have a good time. The paint stations were crazy, and the atmosphere was really positive, despite the rain. So all in all, I enjoyed it. But team Team all agreed that, while it was a fun experience, it's not one we feel the need to ever repeat.



Post run colourful!


As for the Colour part, that was great! And for those of you worrying about it staining, I managed to get it out of all my clothing. I haven't tried my shoes yet, but given they're fluorescent yellow, the powder really had little effect on them. The main issue I had was removing the massive amounts of blue powder that some overly enthusiastic volunteer sprayed down the back of my t-shirt, and feeling like I still had powder up my nose and in my ears for about 48 hours...

Team Team in the aftermath. Victors all!


So, my final words of advice to those planning on entering such an event: Expect to walk, try to get to the front if you want to run, wear sunglasses to protect your eyes from the powder, and throw as much paint at your fellow runners as possible. You'll have a good time, so long as you don't take any of it too seriously :) Oh, and be prepared for people to stare at you during your commute home!

Sunday, 6 July 2014

Running 'on the go'

Whenever I travel, I try to squeeze in my running gear so that I can go for a run or two whilst I'm away. Depending on the nature of the trip, it's not always possible. But on the off chance I can get 30-60 minutes in which to run, I optimistically include my runners as a routine part of my luggage. And it is always worth the extra kilos. Running whilst travelling is a great way to see a different side of where you are visiting. Some of the best runs I have done have been tourist runs. And, when I'm travelling for work, these runs not only let me see more than just the conference centre, but they keep me sane during what can be a quite busy and stressful time.

The nature of my May/June travel was such that I knew I wouldn't be able to run everywhere, and I factored this time off into my marathon training schedule, so that I wouldn't feel disappointed or under prepared as a result of my low mileage weeks. My plan was to get a run in in DC, China, and to run my socks off during my 2 week meeting in the Aspen Rockies. Unfortunately, the DC run didn't work out, but I had more success in China and Aspen.

China!

My China trip was a one week meeting in Xi'an, home of the terracotta warriors (well worth a visit ). I arrived the weekend before and went hiking in the mountains near Baoji and Phoenix Town (home of the most epic light, fountain and firework show I have ever seen). Not technically running, but definitely strength training, as all 3 hikes contained a significant amount of up hill!

Our first hike was supposed to a straight shot 18km hike between a few Chinese gates. We had originally sought a guide for the hike, but were told that a guide was unnecessary as the path was well marked. And for the first 10k , this was certainly true, although it was clear from the overgrown bushes that no one had hike this  route for some time. Just after 10k, we ran into trouble. We found ourselves in a forest, near a creek, with no clear paths or trails. We knew we were supposed to be heading over a pass, then down the other side of the hill, but each path we forged through the bushes led us deeper into the forest with no clear way out. After about 5 false starts, we decided we should cut our losses and head back. Better a few extra km than getting lost in the Chinese wilderness after all!

Hiking into the Chinese wilderness
The 2nd 2 hikes were much more straight forward, as they both took place in a nature park along well frequented tourist trails.  The first was up Surprise Lotus Peak, a nice hike that had us walking up crazy stairways between rock walls, before ending with (no joke) an 800m stone slide to the bottom of the hill. Totally fun, and worth the massive bruises I got on my hips from the sharp stone corners ;) The other nature park hike was less exciting. We just walked up hill for a bit through the forest, then came back down on foot. Not even a little bit of sliding...





Surprise Lotus Peak hike



After that, we headed to Xi'an for the meeting. My time there was packed full with conference activities and 2 talk s(one at the meeting, one by Skype), so I only squeezed in one run. But it was lovely! It was about 5.5 km, and took me from our hotel to the Big Wild Goose Pagoda. A pretty impressive tower, originally built in 652 (although rebuilt a couple of times, and renovated back in 1964). The run was great for seeing a bit of the city, and getting some much needed endorphins during a hectic week!


Running to Big Wild Goose Pagoda


Aspen!

Running during my Aspen trip went much better. I was in Aspen for 2 weeks for a conference on dwarf galaxies at the Aspen Center for Physics. My jet lag was working for me too, as I was waking up early every day, allowing me to go out and hit the trails before the majority of my fellow attendees had woken up. This allowed me to cover 57km of running while I was there (plus 20km cycling and 24km hiking). And the trails blew me away! I've put some pictures below to illustrate this better :)

My favourite run was probably the 19km trip down the Rio Grande trail. Seemingly pretty flat, it was actually deceptively downhill for the first 9km, which made the return a bit of a slog, especially with the sunshine. But it was so beautiful that it was hard to care. I ran alongside the river, out past the airport, on beautiful trails with small waterfalls coming down the sides from the snow melt. When I got back, I felt good for precisely 30 minutes before realising that 19km was probably a little bit ambitious at an altitude of 2400m (which I hadn't fully adjusted to), and promptly crashed for the next 4 hours. Whoops!

Running away from Heidelberg was certainly fun, but with the marathon looming ever nearer, I'm pretty happy to be back in one place for a few months. Time to stop messing around and get the hard miles run! Hopefully, I've not left it too late... :S


Attempting the Hunter Creek trail 
Ran into a little bit of flooding...

This was not the worst of it!


The Rio Grande trail offers a tour of the Solar System! Perfect for running astronomers ;)







An overdue post or 2...

It's been quite a while since I last updated my blog with tales of training. Life has been pretty hectic since 1st May, with trips to Washington DC (for a wedding) 2 trips to London (for a birthday and an interview) a trip to Xi'an, China (for a conference) a trip to Greece (for a wedding) and one to Aspen, CO (for another conference). As a result, I've barely had time to run, let alone blog about it! But I intend to fix that now, with lots of running and a short series of blogs on the trials and tribulations of running whilst travelling. First up, a cheeky race report from the beginning of May!


Mannheim Brückenlauf


On May 1st, I ran the Mannheim Brückenlauf, a 10k race I managed to squeeze in just before dashing off to DC on May 2nd. This race was a relatively small, local one, with only a few hundred participants. Melissa and Luis discovered it, and so I duly signed up with them and 2 other other running buddies, Casey and Helen.

I was half nervous, half excited about running a 10k race. I haven't run one in such a long time now, but it had noticed that my fast 10k training runs had been getting fast enough that I might be able to break 50 minutes and get a new PB! Equally, as I hadn't really trained for a 10k, I might not. So I wasn't sure what my expectations should be, and as the race day rolled round, I was predicting the worst.

Our organisation for race day was pretty terrible. Between the 5 of us, 2 people had vaguely looked at a map to figure out how we got to the event (I was not one of the two), and so we turned up at Mannheim train station, and sort of wandered aimlessly around the tram stops for a bit, before hovering near a guy who looked like he might also be going to the race (he was) who was standing by the tram stop we thought we should be at (we guessed right). The other guy going to the race was as confident as us about which tram to take, but in the end, we found a couple more racers and decided we must all be right (and we were).

We even managed to get off at the right stop, and our confidence about making it to the race was growing. But then, disaster struck and we couldn't find the start line! After a while, we found a promising looking athletics club, with lots of runners stretching outside it, and doing warm up laps. We headed there, confident that we had found the right place. Upon closer inspection, however, we realised that all our fellow competitiors seemed to be much younger than us, and we eventually figured out that we were at some kind of school track meet! Mortified, we headed out, after asking someone who looked vaguely in charge if they knew where our race started. He seemed uncertain, and pointed us in what we felt was the wrong direction. At roughly the same time, we had spied some fellow runner-types heading the opposite way, and so we decided to follow them. Time was running short, so Luis and I started jogging to save time. Thankfully, our gamble paid off, and the runner-types led us straight to the start, where we had just enough time to register and stash our stuff.

The weather on the day wasn't great, and it was lightly raining throughout both our adventures to the race, and the race itself. As a result, we all found ourselves getting quite cold before the race started, which I felt was an omen of doom for my PB. As we lined up, I told myself that I would start out at a sub 50 minute pace, and reevaluate at 5k. There was no shame in slowing down after all.

The race got underway, and we ran around a series of large puddles that led us out of the car park we had started in, and off to the river, which we followed for the course, crossing over it several times (hence the name, Brückenlauf, or bridge run). The route would probably have been more picturesque on a sunny day, but it was still quite a nice run, and the abundance of puddles on the path made for fun obstacles. I felt really good as we cleared the first few kms, and I started to gain confidence about getting the PB. I had also seen all my friends get a good start, so it seemed we'd all have a good race. About 3km in, we also got some impromptu music, as the May Day parade would its way along the river beside us, adding to the positive atmosphere.

I continued to feel pretty strong through the half way point, and took more strength from the fact that I was passing more people than I was being passed by, and from running past a guy who was pumping his fist as evanescence blared loudly through his headphones. He was clearly feeling the music ;) However, at about 7k,  I started to struggle. I felt really drained, and started to slow down, dropping under my target pace. I tried to reassure myself that it was just a lull, and I had built up a nice buffer that would allow me one or two slow kms, but negative thoughts started to build, and I convinced myself that I wouldn't get the PB. I continued to think like this until about 8.5km, when Melissa suddenly caught up with me and panted that we were going to do it! We were both going to get sub 50! As she carried on, I started to feel a bit more positive, and with only 1.5 k to go, I knew she was right. If I just sucked it up and pushed myself through the tiredness, I could do it! And I'd be all done in under 10 minutes, which is no time at all. So I gritted my teeth and made myself stay with Melissa (albeit a bit behind her). 

As we got close to the car park that acted as our finish line, I didn't dare look at my watch, for fear of it telling me that I wasn't going to make it. Instead, I pushed on faster, and managed to close the gap a little bit behind Melissa, leaving us only a second apart. And as our chips beeped over the line, I looked at my watch and saw it proudly displaying 00:49:00. We had done it! Melissa turned straight around and high fived me. We started celebrating as if we had won the race, which those already at the finish seemed to find amusing. But basically, I felt like  I had. A new PB of 49 minutes even. Fantastic work! Although my race certificate has an extra 12 seconds on it, but whatever, i'll take it ;) Especially as it also says I came 5th in my age group and 22nd woman (out of 78) overall! Top third!!


Me with my race certificate :)


The rest of our friends did great too, with Helen coming in under the hour, and Luis and Casey comfortably beating me and Melissa. At the finish line, we enjoyed some cake and juice, before putting on some warm and dry clothes, heading back to HD, and getting some much deserved lunch with a beer or two. Then, I ran home to pack, and begin my epic travels across 4 countries and 3 continents. More on that in the next post... ;)