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Today: 13.1 Rules For My First Half Marathon

23 Feb

So i’ve reached that stage, the stage where I start questioning whether I’ve done enough to last long enough, or even to last the distance.

I know I can, I’ve been through this with myself. Intervalling your way to 13 miles isn’t the most efficient way to run your first half marathon, but after the not so great start to my year, and my foot still deciding to go numb at about 3 miles I’m left with little choice.

Over the past couple of months training, I have tried and tested different things to see if I can push further. Everything from the clothes I wear to the food I eat and even analysing which toe will blister first (right foot, toe next to the big one). I think I have come up with some (13.1) golden rules for your first race, or at least, rules for MY first race….

1. Talk to people who have done it before

This. You will hear everyone talking about their goals, and their sub 2 hour half marathons when you start your programme and you will feel so motivated! You shouldn’t kid yourself though, trying and extrapolate how long your 13.1 miles will take from the time your 10k run was will make you feel miserable.

My time prediction at best, if I run at my 5km pace, is 2 hours 40 mins. I’ve taken a step back from that and I know my running time will be around 3 hours, when intervalled.

I’ve accepted it, and haven’t thought too much on me being a failure or anything as I am going to do it.

Ask your friends what they did wrong. Giggle about it, you don’t even have to learn from it. It says a lot about making your own mistakes when your friends have done them too. You’re stubborn enough to go against the advice then you are stubborn enough to train for 13.1 miles

2. French lacy knickers are a no-no

I said I tried many different clothes, So I’m going to say one word: Velcro.

Go big, go small, don’t go wedgie.

3. If you’re a razor girl… don’t go crazy

Associated with the French knickers reason. It also itches with sweat, and ladies we do sweat. It doesn’t smell nice and when we’ve gone South American down South there is rubbing, and chaffing and itching and O DEAR GOD JUST DON’T.

4. Find a sports bra and stick with it

My Boobs jiggle, but if I wore a fully strapped-back-to-prepubescent-boy style bra I can’t breathe. I went through about 3 before I found my love… I jiggle during the first km because I’m full of beans but then they settle into a nice rhythm.

5. Get the best App for you

I’m a Nike Running Girl myself, I know those who use Strava, RunKeeper, Garmin stuff… I must admit I am using my phone for all my runs, but during training I’m getting annoyed at not knowing where I am, or how fast/slow I’m going. A Garmin/Nike sports watch may be my next best investment. I’m doing this AFTER my race… I know these things aren’t always accurate, but I don’t want to mess up all things inaccurate.

Consistent Inaccuracies please…

6. SOCKS

I never believed them when they said “get running socks”. Socks are socks, right? WRONG: running socks have taken my poor arches of my feet from trench-foot through to fine after a run. They will always be sore, but I don’t have an alien pod now growing on them! Best £6 investment ever.

7. Leave the Mascara at home

I’m guilty of this on so many occasions, I would even go as far to say that anything over an hour-long, wash your face off of makeup before starting. Even though you do just ‘sweat it off’ It can turn gunky and give you panda eyes and make them sting. Which will make you cry. Nobody like a runner crying for 25 mins on the treadmill (Trust me)

8. Hair length and style matter… But not to look good

I have boob length hair (most accurate description). Not massively long, not really short, and when I first started training I tied it in a ponytail. About 30 mins in the pony tail started getting glazed with sweat from my shoulders.. then started to get stuck under my armpits. So I was pulling on my own hair…

Next I tried a bun on top of my head, which was fine till my head got sweaty and the bun kinda fell off…

I stick with a plait now. Nice and easy and it doesn’t flick sweat everywhere either.

9. The Internal Runner Discussions

I’ve blogged about my arguments with myself before, even the ones when I’m running. When I was doing parkrun in Milton Keynes this past Saturday I was talking to someone who has the same discussions as me. We crave pizza, and talk to our knees, moan at our ankles and wonder if we’re entering a mild psychosis during our runs as we are almost 100% sure we are having both sides of the arguments out loud…

It’s normal (apparently) and helps pass the time, so if you see me having an ‘Andy Murray moment’, it’s self-motivation at its best!

10. Music choices

DON’T MAKE A PLAYLIST THAT LASTS THE TIME YOU WANT TO RUN IN.

Make one that’s significantly shorter. That way you know your songs will have to repeat at some point, and you won’t be disheartened when you’re at mile 12 and your playlist finishes “I’ve still got 15 mins and I haven’t done it! O THE SHAME” Or other Drama Queen personality traits you obtain whilst running like a badass.

11. Training sucks… The goal doesn’t

Every training run, without fail, during km 1 and the final km. I’ve accepted it to the point that it drives me on!

12. The right shoes

I know I said in point one that you can stubborn yourself out of certain advice that is given.. Not this. Get proper shoes, trust me it saved my knees!

13. Be nervous

It’s a big thing, even if you are so calm until you start walking towards the start line. Nerves can carry you through that horrendous first km and push you past the final marker. Embrace the excitement!

13.1 You will finish.

Believe it. Say it to yourself. I’ve got it on my motivation board and I say it with every walking part of my intervals. I’ll finish, I may finish last, but I finished a half marathon.

Now I’m off to hydrate hydrate hydrate and eat a manageable amount of carbs!

You can follow me on Twitter @harriparf and Pinterest @harrietestyman

Today: Achievement and Gratitude

3 Feb

Yes yes yes I know.

Well you’re not in my head so you don’t know.

So, whilst I was out on my club run tonight, I got about a mile and a half in and I was getting a bit down. I was dead last in a group id never run with before, I was slower than all of them by at least a minute and I considered dropping out every errrr 16 paces?

But then I started thinking about all those ‘motivational memes’ and images you see on Pinterest, and you pin thinking “hell yeah that’s gonna be me!” When in reality, you get to the front door, start the car and question why you insist on doing this to yourself… Those memes.

Seriously, I was cursing them all in my head. I was like “fuck off I know I can grow babies but 13.1 miles will still hurt like anything” and then I decided to make my own achievements up.

This kinda links with gratitude here – bare with me!

So people stay motivated in different ways. I like showing off that I just destroyed 4 miles. Even if I hated every second of it, hitting that share button to 3 social media sites in one go is like my justification. I did it, what did you do? All that stuffs.

I think my first ever achievement was getting out the door. Cheesey I know, but seriously, finding a place for your keys, setting that app up and fiddling with your music till you find that right song… And bam. Achievement unlocked and you’re out the door!

I started to remember all the little goals I set myself: “Get to 1km” “round your running to 10mins” “why stop you’re over halfway!” It made me smile on the cold run from hell in the scary group.

Before I knew it we were 2.5 miles in, and I was starting to be happier with my achievements. I realised all my sharing and showing off may appear self centred and irritating to some, but I know to me, that I was finally saying “look I did it, I said I would”. Whether that is a stick it to the masses or what I don’t know. But I’m glad I do it!

It makes me grateful for my friends and family, they put up with my moaning and groaning and my “I ran 4 miles last night I’m gonna hurt today” and the best “I wish I could foam roller it all out in the office”. The latter because apparently it’s poor form to ask people to rub you down! Who knew. I don’t get judged, and sometimes I even get a well done. Which at least means they read my posts every now and then!!

My poor husband has had to deal with my drippy head, post run coughs and the large amount of smelly running gear that gets washed. But he does get to watch me stretch it out when I get home. Which I totally don’t play up to…

I was thinking all of this when suddenly I was on the home stretch. The tail runner who was with me had a Garmin that beeped for 4 miles and I was done. I felt good after a quick shake off, and say in the car getting my breath back whilst I uploaded all my info to facebook.

Because how would you know I was running if I didn’t tell you?

Tomorrow I’m going to not feel like having a panic attack and appreciate what I did tonight.

And tea. Drink tea not coffee…

What’s your next achievement going to be?

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Today: Training Sucks

26 Jan

Training sucks

Like really.

Especially when you have never done the thing you are training towards before. I’ll use my half marathon stuff as an example.

I run my long runs on a Sunday. Last week I managed just over 5 miles in just over an hour. I was walking on Air, there wasn’t a parking ticket in the world that could bring me down. I was so elated that I was actually looking forward to running again on Tuesday, as Mondays for me are rest days.

Bring on Tuesday. I head to the gym, stocked with a plan: Running for three songs and walking for one, for an hour and 15 mins in total. 10 mins longer than the constant running I did the Sunday just gone.

But alas, my body had other plans. After 1km my ankles felt like they were strapped between splints. I normally can run through most things, as the first km of anything always sucks. It’s the mental game. You find your rhythm or you never get very far. I just could not find my rhythm. At all!

It got to the mile mark at 1.6km, and I had had enough, I couldn’t even stretch it out. It was clear that I was still suffering from my weekend run, and it left me SO dejected.

I felt like a huge failure, I was doubting whether I could ever run 13.1 miles when after one I was struggling on a treadmill of all things. It was clunky, it wasn’t smooth there was no easy rhythm found.

So I reflected again. Wenesday is a full on rest day, I have time set aside from 7-10 to do the least aerobic exercise I can think of (sitting around.. not doing much) and before that after work I tidy things up and set up for the rest of the week. I was hating myself, I mean, I’ve done more, why couldn’t I do that again?

That’s when it kind of hit me: Training sucks.

That was kind of an acceptance I think, I know it’s going to suck, so how could it get any worse? I Haven’t failed if I make it out the door, I don’t like failing so as long as I make it out the door I’m one step/mile closer than I would have been if I didn’t.

I’m not going to put my body through physical pain, I’m not going to injure myself because that’s worse. Injury sucks as much as training except you’re energised all the time and can’t do anything about it.

Training sucks for 45 – 90 mins a day. And that’s only three times a week.

So tomorrow I will do a steady pace timed run. If I feel good I will do 1:20, if not at least an hour – no matter the intervals. But I will make it out the door, because training only sucks when you’re doing it, and you’re never doing it for very long.

My achievement Saturday was to add an extra 2 miles onto my parkrun distance, my parkrun time sucked. But I finished. 40 mins… Which is actually the pace in aiming for! Just gotta keep this momentum up, especially after a slightly indulgent day off today.

Training can’t get worse than it already is, i mean, you could not be doing anything, right?