Showing posts with label london Marathon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label london Marathon. Show all posts

Friday, 25 April 2014

Back Into A Routine...


I can honestly say I don't know where the last few weeks have gone? The last few days have been manic.

My boiler has not been mended yet and I am out of pocket by £480.00. A week and a half with no boiler has been tough, especially boiling the kettle all the time for warm water. I asked a man to mend our boiler who has done every job but mend it :( No idea what to do next, no boiler mended and no money spare now...

Our Easter weeks have mostly been about eatting! but so much fun!!

With me carb loading for the marathon and my son turning 11 we have shared some wonderful food. Back on track next week with some healthy stuff, now the Eater eggs have gone!!


How big can one burger and a hot dog be?


I had never tried Krispy Kreme doughnuts until a few day before the marathon, oh wow they taste so good!!


Picking my race number up...


Fun at the marathon expo...


Comfy shoes for walking around London...


Socks to recover from the marathon...


My London marathon medal...


Having some yummy Easter eggs to review...

Here is what we have been up to over the last few weeks!!

What have you been doing lately?

Sunday, 20 April 2014

My London Marathon Story...


The mind is a very powerful tool. It can talk you out of things you like and love to do just because it wants to. It can also make you do things you never thought were possible!!

Going back to the start...

Last year I did the London marathon, and it was the hardest thing I had ever done. After I finished I said never again. A few days later the ballot opened for this year. "Come on" my husband said, lets both enter it and I will run around with you? After a bit of talking me into it , I agreed!!

Several months later when the places were given out, I received a magazine claiming "your in" where my husbands was delivered one day later saying ''don't be blue'' essentially meaning 'you're not in'! I was shocked. My first thought was that I can not go through this on my own again.

From that day on my mind was set...

 Over the following months I made every excuse under the sun not to run. My mind was telling me I can't do it, I believed it. Long run days I was ill, short on time, or had something planned. I just hated the thought of running and hated running.

As the date got closer and closer, my guilt (for not running) continued to rise.

2 months before the marathon I knew I had to get some training in. That month was great, lots of 6 miles, an 11 and a 14. Yeah I'm on track!

Then the month prior to the marathon I got ill, became weak, tired out and exhausted. 'I can't do it' I thought 'I'm not fit enough'.. The last month was so bad, I barely made it out of the door.

Last week, just before the marathon was so much stress. Shall I do it? yes! no! I could defer it until next year?No its not fair on people who wanted to get in, lots of thoughts were running through my head, they alone wore me out.

Finally I decided to race. Everything was already planned. The hotel was booked to pick my race number up, my husband had arranged time off work, a hotel was also booked for the night before the marathon, and everybody was counting on me. Yes, yes I have to do it.


The day before race day as we travelled back down to London, I felt the symptoms of a cold. All afternoon and night I was shaking, my temperature seemingly going from boiling hot to freezing cold. Race day morning I woke up with a migraine and feeling sick. No, no I can not do it.

I did not want to let all my family down who had come to support me. My husband and 2 youngest children had planned a fun day out to watch me and all the other the runners travelling to and from tube stations along different parts of the course.

'I must do it' I thought. My only other choice was to watch the race, feel guilty about not racing and stand around feeling ill all day. I decided to do the race and promised to pull out if I felt too ill at any time.

With only minutes before making my way to the start, I found myself in the queue for the toilets which I eventually realised were women's urinals! I soon rushed off to find somewhere to have a good old fashioned wee. The thought of me using a urinal at least distracted me from my nervous state.

The atmosphere at the start was amazing and I was surprised to officially begin the race after a few short minutes (unlike last year which took me over 20). The first 5000m of the race felt slow; however I found out hours later that the pace was only a minute or so slower than my personal best for the distance! My husband thought I was going mad when I passed him a lot earlier than he expected. How can you not get carried away when there are hundreds of runners all around you with deafening support from spectators.

I just loved the first 10 miles of the race, my head was clear and my migraine had gone soon after the start.

Why had I been afraid of running and training up for the the marathon, when I was loving it so much today?

However, when I reached the 10 mile mark, the race began to get tough. I soon had to endure 3 miles of stitch followed by 13 miles of knee pain. It has taken me 2 marathons to realise why I get knee pain. Last year both went, this year only 1.

I realised yesterday that half way through my feet must have swelled with being hot, which makes your feet slightly swell making your shoes seem tighter. This year only 1 trainer was tight and painful, the knee that went. Surely when your lace goes tight it restricts you knee? Getting your trainers properly laced up is one of the small that need to be considered before a race. The second half of the race was hard work, painful and I was so pleased to push through it.

After 26.2 I realised I absolutely love running!!

Buzzing for the rest of the day, feeling very proud of myself and what I had achieved.

What could I achieved if my mind had let me train properly?

Maybe I will try and get in next year?

If you ever want to run a marathon, London is the one to try, so amazing. The crowd support is absolutely fantastic, 26.2 miles of cheering you on , (just make sure your name on your shirt). The cheering you get from everyone is unbelievable. At 25 miles I started to cry, made up with it all. I was in knee pain and the crowds were shouting my name "come on Claire"  and when I started to run again they all cheered out loud. This is simply an amazing feeling.

The water stations were all a welcome sight, Lucozade sport drink were aplenty and simply perfectly timed, and gels were spot on. I could not praise this event enough...

 A fantastic day in all...

Linking up with-

Magic Moments


Saturday, 19 April 2014

My London Marathon : Cheer Me Ons...



The weather has been amazing over the holidays and last Sunday it was just a perfect day for running a marathon.



Never being very well organised I did forget the sun cream again though!! you would think I'd have learned a lesson after getting burnt last year!!



26.2 miles of running is hard work and I take my hat of to my kids who spend the whole 7 hours walking around different parts of the course, cheering on all the runners.

My daughters arm above with her cheer leading pom poms, haha.




One of the best parts for the children is spotting out the charity runners and seeing all the fancy dress runners. How an earth some of these can even run is beyond me. They missed the man carrying the fridge, yes a fridge!! 



All in all it was an amazing day. Looking forward to seeing if me or my husband gets in next year!!


Linking up our outdoor fun over at-

Coombe Mill


Saturday, 12 April 2014

London Marathon Countdown : 1 Day To Go...


It's on!!

I have decided to do the London marathon and here is some pictures of us picking up my number.




My youngest 2 writing me a good luck message on the the boost message wall.



Top left-

Look who I bumped into at the Expo collecting my marathon number. Hugh Jones first British winner of the London marathon in 82. Legend. ..

Top Right-

Eventually got a photo with Stephen Kiprotich current World and Olympic marathon champion. After everyone kept passing me their phones for me to take pictures for them.

Bottom-

Watching an interview with Stephen, wow he only has a cup pf tea, banana, some bread and a bottle of water before his race!! Mind you he will be having lunch when I'm half way around.


A girl can dream, right!?!

But i know this one can do anything he dreams of..


On Sunday I will be running just over 26 miles, my family are all guessing, if I complete it and how long.

I'm hoping for 4 hours and 59 minutes..

Want to guess?


Saturday, 23 November 2013

The Runner ...



My dad loves to write poems and wrote me one to help me get back into my running for the VLM 2014.

Loved it and thought I would share it...


I started off my run today, and went across the park. 

Children playing on the grass, in the distance a dog did bark. 

Carrying on, down the narrow lane, till I reached the wood. 

Training hard for a Marathon, the peacefulness was good. 

It's not just lungs, and legs that hurt, I've learnt to deal with pain. 

It's that certain mental attitude, your mind has to attain. 

I looked down at my trainers, pounding on the ground. 

My heart, still beating steadily, and the pace, was good and sound. 

As I left the wood behind, I felt an ice cold chill. 

'cause I knew what was coming next, that steep and muddy hill. 

I grit my teeth and focused hard, started that energy sapping climb. 

My legs were drained and heavy, as my feet slipped in the slime. 

This is where your attitude counts, there was no way I was going to stop. 

I pushed, and pushed through all the pain, until I reached the top. 

I remember feeling good inside, I had conquered that hill again. 

Even though I was exhausted, and my legs were racked with pain. 

Six miles down, four to go, before my end would be in sight. 

Thinking just, how tired I was, and would sleep very well tonight. 

Looking down, at my watch, I knew I'd done a decent time. 

My body was getting tired, and I was covered in mud and grime. 

The last two miles, were getting tough, but I would never give in. 

Then I saw my house in the distance, and started kick on again. 

As I reached front door, I put the key in to the lock, I pulled off my trainers, and my dirty muddy socks. 

While I was in the shower. Washing the pain and dirt away. 

I thought of the London Marathon, and how I would run that day. 

Now it's time to treat myself, to a cuppa and some cake. 

Hoping tomorrow, I'm not too stiff, when eventually I awake. 

Because even in the morning, if joints and muscles, are in pain. 

I know, I'm so determined, I will do it all again. 

The end




Sunday, 27 October 2013

London Marathon Countdown 5 Months 17 Days...


This year ~ My first London Marathon.

 After I finished
Meeting my wonderful family ...

One of the hardest things I have ever done this year was on April 2013...

The London Marathon!!

No no never again!!

 Entered my head and stayed there for many many hours days and weeks...

Then I started think...

Wow, I didn't expect that to happen! should have done that different? I could that changed that!!

Then came the idea I should really try it again as my first marathon and surly it was only a practise run?

So by the time the ballot opened my husband had convinced me to try again!!

 "Come on I will enter with you, we can get fit together" he said!! 

Go down together, go to the start together and you wont be on your own this time!!

Aww little did I know I was to get through and he wasn't!!

After the mad crazy thoughts of oh no what have I done?

How will I manage it again?

Will I cry so many times?

Will my knees go again at 12 miles and cry the next 14?

And after the lazy few weeks feeling sorry for myself...

Being run down and now catching a cold...

I am finally ready to start training ,,Yeah!!

The next 5 months will be tough, challenging and really hard work...

But now I am ready for the challenge!!

By race day I want to ~

Take all the excitement in!!

see all the amazing sites!!

Run around with my head held high and not hoping people wont see me crying!!

High five all the spectators at the end of the mall!!

And make my family proud!!

Went out today only 2 miles as I've been ill and still have a cold...

But let the run streak begin..

Watch out London, I'm coming at ya!!!

#Runstreak day 1

London Marathon countdown 5 month 17 days...

Saturday, 6 July 2013

London Marathon 2013...


How time flies....This post has took a while to get here but better late than never!!

 Its been over 2 months since I ran London Marathon and its a day I will never forget. The day I cried all day for no reason, the day I worked harder than ever and the day my children walked and travelled around London for over 8 hours to support me. ( not that it took me 8 hours, it was 5 hour 09 mins. The time they left me at the train station and found me at the end )They laughed with me when I laughed and was sad for me when I was crying, they are amazing, strong, fit and didn't moan once much!!








After setting this post aside for the last few months due to the 100s of pictures my husband took, I finally got to share some of my favourite ones with you

and-

Country Kids from Coombe Mill Family Farm Holidays Cornwall

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