I ran my first half marathon last year in Richmond with a good friend of mine, L’Innocent. Well, ‘ran’ would be a loose term for what I did given that I had to go to the loo twice during the race (once for a wee and another for a poo), I stopped at the 8th mile and walked for at least 3 miles before attempting to run again on blistered soles. At one point the pain from my blisters were so bad I had to get a medic to patch up my soles so I could hobble past the finish line. Thanks L’Innocent for staying with me throughout!
This year, I did actually RUN my first half marathon, partially with V0 (he left me at the 6th mile mark with his gazelle-like legs) and I ran for the first 11 miles before getting some serious cramps and walking, hobbling, sprinting the last 2.1 miles. I finished within 2.5 hours, which for #babyelephant pace wasn’t too shabby! Extremely proud (and jealous!) of V0 who smashed his first half-marathon.
Finishing this half marathon gave a great sense of achievement but also made me realise that:
- I still hated running. Well perhaps ‘hate’ is too strong a word now. I just don’t think I enjoy running in MOST circumstances.
- No matter how much you run, always respect the mileage.
- My body is slowly but surely falling apart, perhaps time to push myself less. From my back knee injury, to my right shin hurting (thanks to a dodgy right ankle), my fixed-through-surgery-but-still-hurts right shoulder and my broken-and-grown-back-but-still-hurts left elbow.
- Running a marathon may remain elusive due to point 1. and point 3.
My training programme was more balanced this time around – I focused on strength-training with a personal trainer which really helped balance out my injured body parts and I actually ran less! I also did a lot of my long runs with the Rotherhithe Runners. This group of lady runners always push me to run quicker and further! I’ll be honest and say that I have gotten to a point where I do enjoy my 4-7 miles runs, especially if I’ve had enough sleep and rest beforehand. And that’s saying a lot for someone who has hated running as long as I have….