Category Archives: Running

Living my Olympic dream

Having watched British hero Jonnie Peacock storm to 100m gold at the World Para-athletics Championships yesterday, I was inspired to right up my own recent experience of running on that very track.

Clockwise from left: The iconic London Stadium in the Queen Elizabeth Olympic Park; my finisher T-shirt and accompanying bling; the last outing for these shoes, only fair they went out in style!


Sunday July 2 was my third time running the Great Run Newham London 10k and the lure of running on the track in the London Stadium, just like my Olympic heroes, never seems to fade. Added to that, it was a really beautiful sunny day with a clear blue sky and cycling down the River Lee Navigation to get there was a perfect warm up.

After locking my bike up next to the Aquatics Centre – another of my favourite Olympic buildings – I joined the happy throng of people heading towards the start line, with a quick diversion to the ever glamourous portaloos where, amazingly, there was no queue. I think outside of the brilliant Liverpool marathon, this is the only time that has happened! The flipside of that is it’s always a place where you can have a good chat with fellow runners so I sort of oddly missed the queueing.

I then found myself a place inside the correct wave and joined in the warm up, it amused me to note that the guy leading it effectively told a few people off for not joining in and warned that they’d regret it later. He didn’t call it a warm up but, I might not have remembered this right, a mobilisation, which I think is a good thing, a series of dynamic stretches to raise the heart rate and activate the muscles.

The mayor of Newham and the fabulous Jo Pavey said a few words and we were off into the scorching sunshine as the time hit 10.30am. The route was slightly different to previous years, but it didn’t matter to me, I love the whole of the Olympic Park so exploring any of it is a treat.

It is an essentially flat course with no hills, although there are a few inclines, but I enjoy them, pacing up, then using gravity to pick up speed on the descent. The best bit for this is the cycle track round the velodrome, not only are there a few ups and downs, but the super smooth track is a joy to run on. (Note to self: go back with your bike).

It was a hot day and the water stations couldn’t come soon enough. I’d arrived pretty well hydrated, but knew that I’d be ready for some extra. I always carry water on a 10k training run and have usually finished 500ml by 8.5k, although I do try to pace myself to match where the water stations would usually be in a race. We were told the water would be at about 4.5k and 7.5k and I was really ready for it by those points, as well as the showers around 4k too.

I don’t remember there being lots of supporters on the course, but then everything tends to become a bit of a blur as I run so there might have been loads! I did see my husband and kids twice though and found myself whooping, was fairly relieved too as they’d completely missed me on my last two races, one due to my husband’s useless sense of direction and the other with me being faster than they’d thought!

The music was fun, the drums and steel pans and seemed fitting for the weather somehow. I never listen to music when I run so while I did enjoy it, I was pretty glad it wasn’t all the way round, as I enjoy listening to all the feet on the road and the different sounds of outside.

The time went by pretty quickly and before I knew it I was on the training track outside the stadium which is lovely to run on. Then into the stadium itself. Excitement building. Although slightly dampened by running round what feels like the bowels of the stadium. But then it’s all worth it when you emerge out onto the track, not just any old track, but THE TRACK! Where Olympic dreams came true.

This year, we only got to run the final 100m on the track rather than 300m in previous years, so it was a bit “blink and you’ll miss it”, but nonetheless, still wonderful. I ran a sub-50 too, for the first time in a while as my rehabilitation continues, so I was really happy with that too. Then off to reunite with the family and show off the new bling and the T-shirt.

All in all, it was indeed a Great Run and I will definitely be back next year, hopefully reliving the memories of this year’s successful para athletes and athletes at the World Championships as I follow their footsteps down the track.

Returning to Rock’n’Roll round Liverpool

Clockwise from left: Crowds arriving for the start; celebrating the big medal with an even bigger cocktail; my collection of Rock’n’Roll Liverpool finisher t-shirts

It’s been a while (nearly two years!), I know, and what, why and where I’ve been up to is for another time… I wanted to restart my blog with a post about the fabulous Liverpool half marathon that I took part in on Sunday 28 May 2017.

I ran the marathon at this event in 2014 (still my PB for this distance) and again in 2015, so I was looking forward to being back after missing out last year, although I was doing the half this time. The night before I stayed on Hope Street, which meant I had a great view of the city as I set out and a nice gentle downward amble to the start.

I could feel the old familiar sensations of excitement growing as I got closer to the Echo Arena and the crowds began to swell. The queue for the bag drop looked enormous, as was to be expected, but everyone was in a good mood and I had a lovely chat with a fellow runner (checked up on her later and looks like she got a PB, hurray!).

After a smooth bag drop and a trip (or two…) to the loo – one definite bonus of Liverpool is that you get to use proper flushing toilets and wash your hands with hot water and soap, no portaloo and hand sanitiser here – I headed to the starting corral where  the atmosphere was positive and buoyant. A moment of silence to remember all those affected by the atrocity in Manchester was perfectly and respectfully observed, as was the applause that followed. Knowing that the city was also holding a half marathon and 10k run seemed to make the connection stronger.

And then we were off. The starting waves work really well here and you are running in space from your very first step, no zig zagging around other runners required which means a fast, relaxing start to the race.

One of the things I loved about the marathon was how green it made the city look and the fabulous views across the city. Doing the half, the views weren’t quite as spectacular – but the upside of course meant there were fewer hills to climb – and less park as the distance was less, but the parks we did run through looked fantastic.

If I’m honest, I didn’t really pay much attention to the music, I never run with music and find it irritating in the gym when I’m forced to listen to whatever they’re playing. The only bit that stands out for me is The Beatles’ Penny Lane blasting out as we dipped in and very quickly out of the eponymous road. I still can’t decide whether or not that’s really cheesy, but it’s over so quickly, and it did make me smile.

Most of the final few miles are along the seafront at Otterspool, which I have mixed feelings about. I love the view of the river Mersey, but then the bits of cobbled path are cruel on tired feet and we weave around a sort of industrial looking area briefly, which isn’t great. But then, finally, you’re back for the last few hundred metres along the seafront, and suddenly, there’s a big crowd and the noise hits you.

Suddenly, you’ve crossed the finish line and received one of the biggest bits of race bling! I do like the Liverpool medals.

It was great to be back in a crowd, running a race again, and I’m really hoping I can keep on track for the next one. I’ll be back with a bit about the last couple of years soon, and then it won’t so long till the next one.

My mini 10k series

Over the past four weeks I have run three, really quite different, 10k races, and when I say races, I mean runs or more realistically, events. Running is so popular and so mainstream now (and that isn’t a criticism, just an observation) that the opportunity to race and achieve a PB at any big event seems to be limited.

As a sport science student and someone who cares passionately that people should participate in sport I am buoyed by the number of people who take part in these events. Unfortunately, I’m also quite competitive and when I enter, I would like to achieve the best that I can. I have learnt a lesson this summer about what I should realistically think I can achieve.

The first of my three was the Nike Women’s 10k in Victoria Park, London. I love that park, I run through, round and just in it a lot. The waves worked fairly well and when we were catching people on the second lap, runners did move to the side as the race rules suggested and the marshals reminded people. The worst bit was seeing a woman nearly fall as she tried to overtake someone right at the start. It was a heart in mouth moment as she went almost down, but recovered in time to save herself. With so many people crammed together at that point it could have been messy, my adrenaline levels were peaking!

Overall, it was really well organised – apart from the ridiculous warm up at the beginning and the notable shortage of toilets, we’re all girls, more cubicles please! – and a very positive atmosphere. I think I’d do it again, if runners continue to respect the letting people pass guidance and especially if they move it back to the night. Oh, and one of my favourite ever race T-shirts! It is so light and comfortable to wear, hmmm, is that because they want to encourage you to shop at Nike? (It worked, but it’s between me and my credit card!)

Next up was the British 10k, a loopy, u-turny route through central London. I did this event last year, so should have been slightly more realistic and not considered it a PB event. You start in waves, but it’s all mixed up, so if you get to the front of your wave, you get to run at your chosen pace and in space for about two minutes. Then you catch up the back runners from the wave before, then it’s a constant, catch up thing. There’s a lot of weaving in and out. I know that I could have avoided a lot of this if I’d got to the start line really early, but I’m in this awful habit of going to the loo at the the last possible minute! So I accept that it’s my fault that I’m not closer to the start. I enjoyed the route, but didn’t really enjoy waiting for my bag for almost as long as it took me to run! This run is on the top end of expense for what it is so I might not do it again, if I did I’d definitely try to think more about where I am and what is around me and not think about time.

The last of the three was the Newham 10k, billed as #BackToTheStadium as you ran the final 300m on the Olympic track inside the Olympic Park. Having watched that Super Saturday with Mo, Jess, Greg and everyone, the chance to run on that track and experience the Stadium was one not to miss.

It was really hot, there were slightly more inclines than I’d remembered, but it was amazing. There was surprisingly little crowd support along the route but it was fantastic. We started in waves according to our predicted times and it was one lap so the PB potential was high too. It was so exciting to enter the Olympic Stadium, but slightly confusing to discover we had to run round the bowels of the place before finally emerging onto the track. At that point, everything was forgotten.

It was the most amazing feeling to run on that Holy Grail of running tracks. Crossing the finish line was such an incredible high. Follow that up by seeing my family in the crowd and a real roar as you entered the stadium it is definitely on my do again list for next year – I think you can sign up now, must do it today….

#Juneathon, I salute you

So, that’s it, the 30 days of June and Juneathon come to a close. To be honest, I’ve been a bit rubbish about blogging, but since tweeting is now an acceptable contribution, I’ve persuaded myself that I have been able to fully take part.

As today was the last day, I knew I had to do a run befitting the end of the project. Given it was probably the hottest day of the year so far, I decided to choose my route carefully – parks with water fountains or understanding café owners where the main necessities. I ran 10k at 9am and it was properly hot, but great. I did feel a bit guilty turning up to yoga not having showered yet, but given it was Hot Bikram Yoga, it was pretty sweaty anyway.

After yoga, I had a quick swim to cool down properly before heading home. I really enjoy the multi-discipline days, but the run is always the highlight, outside, fresh(ish) air, views(ish again!)

I’ve enjoyed reading other people’s blogs during the month and getting back to blogging, although I didn’t manage as much as I’d hoped. I’m going to try to keep it up a bit more, there’s a couple of funny moments from the last couple of weeks that I’d like to share so I’ll put them together.

Finally, thank you to the juneathon team and all the bloggers and if not before, catch up with #janathon!

Liverpool Rocked (‘n’ Rolled)


On Saturday I wrote about my fears as I prepared to run the Rock ’n’ Roll Liverpool Marathon, after coming back from an injury a few months ago. I started running, in 30 second bursts, on February 28th, building up to 10k by the end of March. (I’d already been working on building my fitness by cycling and swimming.) Once I’d hit that distance I was fairly sure I could be marathon ready by the time Liverpool came around, and it pretty much worked.

I’d been lucky enough to stay in a hotel right next to the Echo Arena, which was home to the baggage drop, toilets and next to the start line. I set off just after nine and dropped my bag then headed to the toilets – the men’s had a queue outside, the women’s didn’t! Maybe it’s me getting older, but this is a great plus of the Liverpool Marathon, you don’t need to queue, you get to use proper flushing toilets and then wash your hands with soap in hot running water afterwards!

I made my way to the back of the 3:30 corral and began to feel quite emotional, a bit teary even. Then, the countdown began and the first wave went off. Just a couple of minutes later and it was our turn. I like the staggered start here, it means you have space to run from the very beginning and can quickly settle into your pace, without dodging other runners.

The first couple of miles were mostly spent pulling my running shorts up as the weight of the gels in the back pocket was pulling them down. I did consider chucking them, but after a bit my sweat seemed to act as a glue to hold them up!

I tried not to look at my Garmin too much and got on with enjoying the race. There are some great views across the city to be had on the way round and I enjoyed revisiting some familiar places, although I couldn’t help myself going past Goodison Park and booed (in my head) the giant posters of the Everton players hanging up outside.

After covering about 10 miles on the north side of the city, we headed back down to the seafront and out to the south side. It was around the 10 mile mark that I saw my family. It never ceases to surprise me just how much of a lift seeing your supporters is. It definitely put an extra spring in my step.

There are a few decent climbs on the route, but it is mostly flat, especially when you hit the last four miles along the promenade. At that point I was willing the clouds to keep hiding the sun as while it’s great to be running alongside the Mersey, there is no shade and in the heat it can be brutal.

You turn off the promenade briefly just before you hit mile 26, then turn a corner and the finish line is ahead of you. At this point, I was so happy that I’d done it, I kicked on and sped towards the finish line, ending with a big smile on my face. I looked up to see my family just after the line and went over to celebrate with them. My time was 3:31:05, which I was happy with!

I’ve really enjoyed the Liverpool Marathon both times I’ve done it, the live music, the course, the incredibly heavy medal and the T-shirt. It’s well organised and well supported. Thank you to everyone who helped, shouted my name and high fived on the way round. I’ll definitely be back for another encore next year (in fact I’ve already booked).

Terrified or terribly excited?

It’s the Liverpool Rock ‘n’ Roll Marathon tomorrow and I’m heading towards it with a massive mixed bag of emotions. I ran it last year and loved it, at the peak of my running so far, achieving a PB of 3:22:39, which I was absolutely thrilled with and hugely proud of. Training continued to go well, I completed a duathlon in September then the Royal Parks Half marathon on October 12th, just seconds outside my half marathon PB.

Five days later on the 17th October, I slipped on the stairs at home, running down to get the Parmesan cheese to grate over our pasta for tea, and broke some bones in my foot, a grand total of five breaks.

I should be happy that I’m back to running a marathon at all, and don’t get me wrong, a big part of me is, but I’ve lost a lot of my speed, am carrying more weight as a consequence of not doing any training for months, which also impacts my speed. I’ve trained hard for this marathon, but have consciously focused on stamina and distance rather than speed, which is fine, but now that it’s here, I’m sad. There’s no chance of going for a PB, and I don’t want to just plod round the course.

So I go into tomorrow, excited to be running a marathon again, but knowing where I was last year, it feels like a shadow of that and that makes me sad. It’s a mix of being made up to be back and salt in the wound saying ‘this is where you were and you’re no where near back’.

I have a good idea of how I’ll run tomorrow, race plan, time and everything, as I’ve done the training and know what I should be able to achieve, and of course I’m grateful that I can run at all and to be running a marathon is fantastic, but of course I had planned it so differently. I’d hoped to improve on last year, pushing towards the next goal of sub 3-15, the rational bit of me knows that whatever I achieve tomorrow should be celebrated, but my emotions are all over the place. Part of me doesn’t want to run at all, rather than run slowly and be underwhelmed by my time.

I don’t know how I’m going to feel when I stand on the start line, I had been trying to look forward to it, but I think I was hiding the sadness. Right now, I’m fairly sure I’m going to cry, at the start, on the way round and at the finish, which is not a great look. That’s one marathon photo I definitely won’t be buying.

As to my #juneathon activity today, I’m resting ahead of tomorrow, so I’m counting my morning yoga routine, 3 minute plank and traipsing round the school summer fair. I will write a race report, no matter how it goes.

Already playing catch up

I can’t believe it’s only day four and already I’ve missed one and am doing two together, still, I think it’s still within 24 hours so just about get away with it I hope…

Day three was supposed to be my speed work session, but the weather was lovely and it’s less than two weeks till the marathon so I’m not convinced it’ll make any difference now anyway. Instead, I did an 8 mile run taking in some of my favourite bits along the way, then skipped the stretching and went straight to yoga, spent quite a lot of time upside down which for some reason, I really like. Marvelous.

Not too dissimilar today, started out with half an hour on the bike, then a decent 10k run with as many hills as I could squeeze in without repeating. I had planned to go straight for a swim, but decided not to inflict my “still in winter mode” hairy legs on the world and went to Pilates instead. (It’s sorted now, so swimming tomorrow.)

To be honest, I’m really glad that I did a longer run yesterday as the temperature was heating up and it was a good test of my body in those conditions. A marathon, in the middle of June, with a 10am start, does worry me a bit, heatwise, it being in Liverpool, and on the coast, should help rather than the sunnier south, but still, I’m not used to running in the heat. Still, it should make that pint at the end all the more well earned.

So just over 20 miles run so far, two hours on the bike, two Pilates and and one yoga class done, feeling like June is off to a good start.

Pants, I’d forgotten the gym sucks

This is a bit of a catch up, not a great week for blogging, but not a bad week for #janathon. Every day, I’ve still had my early morning core/stretch/yoga thing going on, followed by 30 minutes on the bike (mostly in pjs, although a couple of times, I’ve actually got out some proper kit to wear!).

I had a hard physio session on Tuesday, so abandoned my swim and pilates, which was probably the sensible thing to do although it put me in a very bad mood to miss it. (Just ask my partner!)

Thursday was more physio and nothing much allowed over and above the usual until today. I’ve been back in the gym for the first time since I last broke my foot four years ago. And I’d sort of forgotten how much I hate it.

All I was to do – under instruction from my physiotherapist – was 10 minutes on the cross trainer, 3 x 10 sets on the leg press and then a final 10 minutes on the cross trainer.

Ok, sounds straightforward, but no. I got on the cross thingy whatsit and pressed all the buttons, nothing seemed to be happening, so I tried another, then on the fourth a guy behind me advised that you have to move your feet and arms to spark it into action. Huge thanks to him, but why doesn’t just pressing start work? Grrrrr, made me miss running even more.

After getting that sorted, I was supposed to use the leg press, of course none of the things in the gym have a label and it really wasn’t obvious what it was, so I had to find someone to ask. After a 10-minute wait – they really need to employ more people – a really lovely member of staff showed me what it was and what to do and gave me a bit of extra help and advice about my foot.

A final 10 minutes on the cross trainer and then I was free! I headed to the pool as my reward, doh, forgot my bag and had to go back, wasting more time and so ended up only doing 40 lengths, not the 80 I’d hoped for as I’d got my timings all wrong, what with the nonsense in the gym and all. It did remind me how much I enjoy being in the pool more than the gym and running even more.

Still, I’m back in my blogging mojo now so hopefully that’ll get me more motivated to try more in the gym again, even if it’s just so I can use this space to have a big old moan about it. If I’m moaning a lot, that means I’m in the gym a lot right? All good?

A sneaky peak at (my) normality

Today felt a little bit more like the old pre-break days, which has definitely given me a bit of a lift. I managed to fit in another Pilates class today and followed it with another 80 lengths of the pool. Plus, of course, the usual early morning routine, and I’m still at 25 minutes on the bike (pjs obligatory).

Today’s Pilates was a little harder on my foot, the teacher called for a downward dog, and I behaved like a naughty puppy and refused. Ok, that’s taking it a bit far, but at the moment it just won’t bend that way. I also discovered that I can’t do that side plank thing, I’m sure there’s a proper name, but it’s late on a Friday and I can’t think now.

After this, I was feeling a bit tired, up early to cycle, walked to class, an hour of Pilates, so I ummmed and ahhhed about whether to go swimming. I put my coat and boots back on – easier to carry them downstairs, honest – and got to the pool changing area, where I hung about for a few minutes, procrastinating.

I had a little chat with myself, as you do, and reminded myself that I never regret doing any exercise and as I’m a member and pay whether I swim or not, it doesn’t matter if I only do 10 lengths or two – and anyway, I still needed to have a shower from this morning and now I’ve left the Pilates changing area and moved to the pool, I can’t go back up…

Again, swimming costume on, goggles on, I was having my pre-swim shower – I like to stick to the rules – and contemplated for minute of sneaking straight out again, no one had seen me after all. But then I’d know. So I finally committed. And boy was I glad that I did!

80 lengths later I forced myself out of the pool, with a satisfied smile on my face.

My favourite days pre-break were when I managed to get in an early run, then cycle to yoga, a quick swim and cycle home. Today was a slight twist on that, but almost as good.

The endorphins are still raging!

So, #janathon day 9 summary, strength work, 25 minutes on the bike, hour of Pilates and 80 lengths of the pool. I feel the need to add a big tick.

Just keep swimming….

Back at the physio again today, first thing, so nothing outside the strength work, yoga and pj cycling. Still, time on the bike is now up to 25 minutes, so I feel like I’m getting somewhere and finally breaking into a sweat. I’d forgotten how good it feels!

Another plus is that each day I increase the time on the bike, my right leg muscles hurt the first time, but the second day, it all seems a lot easier, so I must be getting stronger.

Yesterday, I only managed a tweet, but had a good session in the pool. I’ve been doing about 40 lengths, which I didn’t think was too unrealistic to start off with. Then, I felt strong, so thought, ‘why not go for 50?’

I looked around and realised there was only me in the pool, it doesn’t happen very often so I thought I’d go for a mile, I got to 64 and still no one in the pool, then still just me at 70. Two people finally got in at 72, but I just can’t stop when it’s not a round number, I know, don’t ask, so up to 80 it was.

Thought it was time to get out then, no more excuses, plus, I needed the loo, desperately and so I had to get out.

So that’s day seven and eight of #janathon done, after today’s physio session, I’m slightly hopeful of getting maybe one tiny run in before the end of the month!