On the run up to spring marathon season, many of the Shabbas took on races to help with their training.
H or Helen Wyatt, as she's more formally known, started us off by heading off to Brighton Half.
She shares her story...
1st very lovely thing that happened to me
I went sub 1:50!!!! This is like ….. WOAH!!!!!
I have enjoyed running for years – but never before have I entered a race and ended up ACTUALLY PROPERLY RACING! I almost had to pinch myself part of the way around. What was I doing? More to the point how was I doing this?
I had a race plan. Training for Manchester I have a notion that I can run in 4 hours. That’s huge for me, my first marathon in Chester was 4:35, yes, with interrupted training due to injury, but I’m still trying to improve my time by 35 minutes. That’s quite a lot. But that’s why we train hey? Plus my lovely PT @philsims told me once that if you have the courage to aim high and you’re bound to get somewhere near.
So, to put my training to the test I worked out my equalivent half marathon time of 1:54. What??? That’s 8:35 minute miles. How the hell am I going to do that for 13.1 miles??
@lozzatron then asked me what my ABC goals were. (err what does that mean??).
Not wanting to appear amateurish (cough) I rattled off 3 times:
B. 1:56 (thought this was most likely and half way between PB and what I needed)
C. 1:57:59 to beat my current PB from Birmingham Half Oct 14
Ah. Excellent she says.
So the morning of the race. Up at 6am, showered and got race ready. Ate 2 tubs of instant porridge. Drank some coffee. Went to the loo a zillion times and we were off.
I felt surprisingly calm, which was suprising as up until this morning this run had been on my mind a lot. I really really needed for my own confidence to at least achieve my B goal. I needed to know that my training was really working. I hadn’t even thought about what would happen if I did not smash this.
For a start it would be obvious I had made no improvement over the last 14 weeks even though I had done the following:
1. Sacrificed sleep a LOT so I could run without upsetting my family too much! Like before they even woke up.
2. Introduced food into my diet which at first was utterly disgusting for example I hated cinnamon and spinach. Not anymore yay!
3. Started referring to food as fuel (only in my head. I know I’ll stop now!)
4. Indulged in many many MANY lonely speed sessions.
5. Spent almost whole mornings before I could actually feel my hands again (damn you winter training)
6. At times, hobbled around the house, and made strange noises walking up stairs in public.
7. Ran long …………. Slow …………….. laborious distances at least 60-90 seconds behind my proposed marathon pace without really knowing why I had to do it this way. Pah!
8. Bought shares in SIS gels.
9. Bought shares in Vaseline.
10. Bought myself a wanker bag!! (this is good I really like no.10)
And, bang on Q, as soon as we stood in the start pens I needed to pee. Let’s try and ignore that and talk to some random people instead!
And we were off. So as races do, the starting pace was a lot quicker than intended – but let’s just get out the way of all these people.
The next mile – the same – let’s just get out of the way of all these people (I am sure I have race claustrophobia)
Mile 3 – ooh, a hill, let’s just get up this quickly
Mile 4 – oooh, downhill – good opportunity to use this speed – oh, another hill
Then I overheard another runner say “this is the hardest bit, it’s all easy from here”
Mile 5 – ok, so if this is the worst bit let’s get it out the way quickly
Mile 6 – actually I am banking some time now for a wee stop
And that’s how it went each and every mile. Until about mile 10 when I had a mini cry as we had to go around a corner (OMG just imagine!!) …..
Mile 11 – I had been having mini races with a very tall man in an arsenal shirt. I decided not to get too close as he was so tall he nearly elbowed me in the head. Then I heard a big “ughhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!” as I ran past him for about the 20th time.
“Come on” I said,” we can do this it’s only a mile and a half to go”
To which he replied “this is much faster than I thought I would run – if I keep up this pace I’ll be sub 1:50”
WHATTTT????? I thought. OMG!!! You see I had spent about 30 seconds trying to calculate the running maths but gave up very quickly and decided to just run.
So here I was with just a mile to go and had just found out I was on for a sub 1:50. This was like dreaming. I thought “@lozzatron would be so proud of me she will wet herself when she sees me this early!”
Mile 13 – Here we go. Let’s really smash it. Let’s make this the fastest mile yet. Consequently this was the most hurty mile.
On the straight in I was looking out for Lozza. It seemed to be a very long straight! I then started to think I’d better find her as she has all my stuff! And then sure enough there she was jumping up and down like a lunatic – it was such a boost to see her and I summoned everything that was left to show off and do a sprint finish.
And I had done it!! I had finished in an official time of 1:48:37. First thought over the line “how did I do that. What just happened??” but this time with not an element of fear but with a great big fat smile on my face.
2nd very lovely thing that happened to me
It was in my SHABBA shirt. This is the shirt of VOOM!
I am so proud I wore this for the best run of my whole life ☺
I had a wonderful weekend away with my beautiful sister. One who couldn’t run it herself but was the best and most humble supporter of all. She drove me there, watched me sort my kit out for over an hour, got up herself at 6am, hung around in the cold for 3 hours and then drove me all the way home again.
Thanks Loz, ShabbaRunner, ShabbaSupporter, ShabbaSister. Mwah!