Everything's easy when you know how

Applegirl26

I've always enjoyed reading the various logs here on boards. I was very lucky that I discovered boards not long after I started running and I spent hours reading thread after thread, writing down many a little nugget of wisdom to help me on my way.

I wanted to start this log before DCM. I joined the novices thread in June and the wonderful mentors there took me under their wing. They have taught me how to run and I will always be indebted to them.

This week is a mega milestone for me and it just felt like the right time to start this log. Who knows, maybe someone out there will enjoy reading it too.

I started running 2 years ago and it quite literally changed my life. I'd even go as far as to say my very first run changed my life.
The word saved could also be used here!

I studied ballet for 11 years and martial arts for 7 years so I was always fairly fit. I had always been interested in running but thought it was something athlete's did and I wasn't an athlete.. For a long time I held a secret ambition to take up running but my shyness held me back.

Okay, short version :

One day I went to the PP with the intention of taking a walk. I thought of my yearning to become a runner and I started to run. I don't know why or how I had the courage that day but I did. I ran down to the zoo without stopping. I was out of breath, I had a stitch, my throat hurt but oh my gosh, I will never forget how amazing it felt. My first experience of that lovely runners high and I was hooked! I went back the next day and did the same thing, soon I was running 4 times a week.

My PB’s aren't amazing but with hard work and the right training I know they will improve.

My times are:
5k: 27:20
10k: 58:32
HM : 2:14:33

So that's me. If I survive this taper madness (it's a real thing y’know!) I'll let you know how the big day goes. This has been my first time to follow a training plan and I've loved every second of it. I think back to that day in the park, after I finished my first run. I was in bits, but glowing. I couldn't help but think of my Daddy who had been a runner, a marathoner, and I wondered what he would say to me if he was there.

“Don't ever forget what you just did here. This is only the beginning for you”.

And it was.
I run DCM in 3 days… Yay!

Kellygirl

Lovely intro and happy logging.

It’s been great having you on the Novices thread and I’m glad you got over the shyness at the start and joined in.

Have a great day on Sunday and hopefully will get to meet you before or after or in McGrattans. Your Dad is going to be so proud of you.

Applegirl26

Kellygirl wrote: »

Lovely intro and happy logging.

It’s been great having you on the Novices thread and I’m glad you got over the shyness at the start and joined in.

Have a great day on Sunday and hopefully will get to meet you before or after or in McGrattans. Your Dad is going to be so proud of you.

Thank you Kellygirl. I will definitely pop into Mcgrattans to say hi and a big thank you to you and Ariana and Skyblue. The only reason I got through the training was because of you all.

chickey2

Best of luck on Sunday! Make sure and write a report. I've taken holidays from work to read all the DCM reports

OOnegative

Best of luck with the log and an even bigger best of luck for Sunday, have a great marathon.

Applegirl26

chickey2 wrote: »

Best of luck on Sunday! Make sure and write a report. I've taken holidays from work to read all the DCM reports

Ha, ha! I sure will chickey2.

Applegirl26

OOnegative wrote: »

Best of luck with the log and an even bigger best of luck for Sunday, have a great marathon.

Thank you so much OOnegative. You've often given me great advice on the novices thread. I really appreciate it.
Good luck on Sunday to you too.

Pomplamousse

Your opening post is lovely. Best of luck on Sunday! Mostly, enjoy the day:)

Applegirl26

Pomplamousse wrote: »

Your opening post is lovely. Best of luck on Sunday! Mostly, enjoy the day:)

Thank you Pomplamousse.

eyrie

Welcome to the logs! That's a lovely opening. Good luck on Sunday and as you say yourself, it's only the beginning...

Applegirl26

eyrie wrote: »

Welcome to the logs! That's a lovely opening. Good luck on Sunday and as you say yourself, it's only the beginning...

Thanks eyrie. Best of luck to you too!

The Black Oil

Skill and patience in your background with the ballet and martial arts. Good luck with the log and DCM!

Applegirl26

The Black Oil wrote: »

Skill and patience in your background with the ballet and martial arts. Good luck with the log and DCM!

Thanks The Black Oil. I'm looking forward to reporting back here.

Huzzah!

Welcome to the logs. I was delighted to see you started a log this morning. We have similar PBs, so I'll be following along with interest.

ReeReeG

Yaay another logger! I love your origin story, I suspect you'll feel a similar glow after finishing the marathon on Sunday! Best of luck

Wubble Wubble

Best of luck with the log! Looking forward to the report from Sunday

juke

Lovely intro, Applegirl26, hoping to see you on Sunday, and regularly here thereafter!

Applegirl26

juke wrote: »

Lovely intro, Applegirl26, hoping to see you on Sunday, and regularly here thereafter!

Thanks so much J. Best of luck tomorrow.

Applegirl26

Wubble Wubble wrote: »

Best of luck with the log! Looking forward to the report from Sunday

Thank you Wubble Wubble.
I lurked on your novice thread last year and reading all about Wubbles Wonders inspired me to join up this year. Thank you.

Applegirl26

ReeReeG wrote: »

Yaay another logger! I love your origin story, I suspect you'll feel a similar glow after finishing the marathon on Sunday! Best of luck

Thanks so much ReeReeG. Looking forward to seeing you and all the gang tomorrow.

Applegirl26

Huzzah! wrote: »

Welcome to the logs. I was delighted to see you started a log this morning. We have similar PBs, so I'll be following along with interest.

Thanks Huzzah! We might be near each other at the start tomorrow. Best of luck.

Huzzah!

Applegirl26 wrote: »

Thanks Huzzah! We might be near each other at the start tomorrow. Best of luck.

Thanks, but I wasn't running; I was on supporting duties. I spotted you in Milltown and gave you a shout out

Applegirl26

Okay, deep breath, here's my DCM Race Report…

*you might want to grab a cuppa or a biccie cos this is long, sorry*


My official finish time was 4:55:17

I'm putting that out there before I say anything else because at the moment, that's all that's going through my head… screaming through my head….is the time I finished in.

My splits were: 11:36, 11:03, 11:01,10:58, 11:02, 10:43, 11:04, 10:08, 10:15, 10:26, 10:45, 12:00 (pittstop), 10:41

11:03, 10:45, 10:56, 11:31, 11:11, 11:22, 11:03, 11:21, 12:37, 11:36, 11:08, 11:40, 11:48, and 11:03


I started training for DCM last November.

I had signed up as soon as the places became available to the general public. Like everyone who runs a marathon, I had my reasons for doing so. DCM was particularly special as it was Dublin and my first. I knew the training plans would start in June and I was determined to be ready for them.

I kept running all through the winter, utterly determined that I'd be at the level needed in June to undertake the training. One time in March when I was out in the snow, a neighbor asked me was I training for London. I laughed and said no, DCM. Then he laughed and said that's not until October! I just smiled. He must have thought I was nuts.

June finally arrived! The novice thread opened up on boards and on Strava and things quickly became very exciting. The wonderful mentors took me and my DCM buddies under their wing. The training plan was printed out, laminated and stuck up on a kitchen press. I got a second calendar and marked ahead for the next 18 weeks on it what my lsr would be. I placed it in the kitchen where everyone would see it. I was no longer “training to train”. At last, I was training for DCM. Woohoo!

The training was everything I imagined it would be. Finally I had a sense that hey, I'm a runner! Not just someone out plodding around. It was my first time to follow a training plan. I learnt about hill sprints, pace runs and my personal favorite, strides. Not all the runs went well, most did but of course you remember the ones that didn't go as planned. The mentors and my Strava buddies rallied round me, assuring me I could do it. The weeks rolled on. The tiredness set in, my legs ached as my body objected to what I was putting it through. I pushed on. It would be worth it at DCM, I told myself. I promised myself.

October 28th 2018, DCM

Alarm goes off at 0600. I jump up like a kid on Christmas morning. Oh my gosh, this is it! Today I run a marathon. A marathon!

I force down a bagel with peanut butter, half a banana and a small coffee. Then I put on the running outfit I had carefully laid out the day before, complete with bib and a little rainbow heart pin for Georgia. My bag is already packed. I go over my check list. My husband checks it for me too, just in case I miss something. Into the car and we're on our way.

While my husband parks the car, I jump out and head to the Shelbourne where a group of us from boards have agreed to meet up. It's amazing how I'm meeting most of these people for the first time yet I know them. They have become a big part of my life. We've laughed and giggled together. We've swapped stories of pre race nerves and encouraged each other. It's wonderful to finally meet them in person. We eventually break up to go our separate ways. Juke, Strawberry Swan and I are in the same wave so we head off together.

We three girls have the same plan, to set off at the back of wave 3. We are busy chatting and the distraction is great. I don't hear any particular announcement that our wave has started, just see the heads on the horizon start bobbing and knew this was it! I think of my Dad. I'm on my way!

Myself, Juke and Strawberry Swan wish each other the very best and we're off! The girls have pace bands and I'm wondering if I've made my first mistake. I had decided not to wear one. I know I need to run the first 6 miles slow. This will make or break my marathon. I also have times in my head that I hope to hit the halfway point in etc. I didn't wear a pace band for the same reason I didn't want to run with a pacer. My goal time to finish is 4:40. Given my HM time is 2:14 I'm the first to admit that I could be setting myself an unobtainable target here. A voice in my head is telling me that math doesn't add up. Still, I want to challenge myself. I want to see what I can do. Like every good runner I have a plan B. My plan B is to just make it home and cross that line. After all, I have no idea how I'm gonna feel in mile 23,24, 25, 26.

Miles 1-3:

This part of the race is lovely. I'm chatting to the girls, waving to the photographers, high giving the kids. I feel I'm taking it easy, maybe a bit too easy but that's OK.
I spot my husband around now. He's brought his bike with him so he can meet me at a few spots along the course. I usually go to races alone so it's lovely to see him. The joy and pride on his face as I pass doesn't go unnoticed.

I'm supposed to be going easy for this part. In my head I have the marathon broken up into several milestones. The first one is to get to the Phoenix Park. I feel very excited! The crowds are cheering us on as we move up into Stoneybatter. I'm having a great time. Juke and Strawberry Swan are beside me and they look as happy as I feel. Brilliant.

Miles 4-7:

There's the Park! I'm nearly home! I am home! Sure,my footsteps are all over Chesterfield Avenue! The sun has come out so I peel off my arm warmers and take my first gel at mile 5. I'm trying hard not to speed up with excitement and it's hard. In just a few minutes I will see my babies. My heart is pounding. I look around as I go through a water station for Juke and Strawberry Swan. I can't see them. Oh God! I reassure myself that when I slow up going through Castleknock village, the girls will catch me up. Unfortunately I don't see them again. I didn't feel I was going too fast, in fact my 10k time is a little slower than I would have liked but I tell myself that's good. I've many more miles to go.

Out the Castleknock gates and I can hear the music and cheering coming from the village. I know what to expect as I've stood there with them for the last 2 years cheering on the runners as they passed. Today, it's my turn! I'm slowing my steps and scanning the crowd to my right. Where are they?! The band call out my name! Brilliant! I'm glowing. My eyes still searching the crowd…then…. I
I see them!

There's my Mom with my five beautiful sons beside her, all cheering and hollering as they spot me too! My Mom is holding up her phone and I know my brother, 3000 miles away is watching me too! Tears sting my eyes. I stop to hug and kiss everyone. They know I cannot stop for long and must keep running. I tell them I love them and start to run. My three oldest sons start running alongside me, on the path behind the crowds. More tears in my eyes. Goddammit I'm a mess! Behind the tears I see myself doing the exact same thing as a kid when my Daddy would pass us in his marathons. I turned my head to look back at my Mom, my beautiful Mom, and her face is crumpled with tears. I sign “I love you” to her. Ah God, I'm in bits!

My boys are still running alongside me telling the whole world “that's our Momma!” sure every second person there knows me. Some knew they'd see me, others get a surprise! It's all good! I get to the corner at Myos and my boys can't follow me anymore. We embrace through a gap in the crowd. More tears. Jesus H Christ, what am I like?! I tell my boys I love them, throw my hands in the air and take the amazing atmosphere in. Running down College Road I meet more friends. Their shout outs set my soul soaring.

Right, next milestone is Crumlin…let's go…

Miles 8-12:

I'm still feeling good. I look at my watch. I feel I'm still on track for a 4:40ish finish. I take a gel at mile 10. I'm starting to feel a bit nauseous. I push the thought from my mind and plow on. The crowds at Chapelizod are amazing. They call out my name and I feel like a superstar. There's a hill coming up. I found it tough going on the training run. How would I find it now with 10 miles on my legs? I slow down but keep running. I speed up on the way down. The mentors would be proud of me!

The crowd had thinned a bit now but suddenly I hear my name being called in a familiar way. It's my friend! She gives me a huge shout out and I throw my hands in the air as I pass them. My heart is glowing. Coming into Dolphins Barn the crowds pick up again. The noise is wonderful. I'm high fiving the kids, thanking everyone who gives me a shout out. I'm feeling good, the nausea hasn't gotten any worse. People are telling me I look strong. Almost halfway now. I spot some portapotties just after a water station and decide to make a stop. I wasn't uncomfortable, I just thought I'd take advantage of it seeing as where I was in the course. The nausea comes back with a bang.

Miles 13-15

The halfway mark will be coming up soon. I'm finding it hard to get back into the rhythm I had before I made a pittstop. I begin to regret my decision to stop. What the hecks wrong with me? I know I've slowed down. Okay, I'm running on a long drag but still, I need to start picking up the pace here. Very soon I'll need to take another gel and I had no idea how I was going to get it down. I have a small bag of skittles in my belt. Maybe I could eat them instead? I think of my Daddy. Tears sting my eyes. Oh God, please don't let me struggle this early on. Jesus, I ran 22 miles in my training. Is it because I stopped at mile 12? I didn't even want to go!

I hear my name being called and I look to see my husband waving and smiling at me. Without thinking, I rush to him, telling him how I feel like I could throw up. The shock on his face tells me I shouldn't be feeling this now, not here. He reassures me I'll be okay and I run on.

I pass the halfway mark and I'm slower than I was supposed to be. I'm now supposed to be starting the fast part of the race. Oh God.

I'm on the Crumlin road now. Again, like the PP, my footsteps are all over these roads. I distract myself from my cramping stomach by recalling the runs I've done there and how I used to dream of the day I'd run DCM. Well, here I am! I smile, the distraction is working. It's just a few miles before/after work, I tell myself. There's the hospital! Milestone #2 down. The crowd is small but very friendly. I hear a loud cheer with my name. I look to see some friends from work waving their hands and cheering me on. They tell me I look great. My stomach has settled a bit. Maybe it's just mind over matter? I thank them and run on.

I've got the Walkinstown roundabout on my mind. I'm glad I covered the course on my training. The miles are passing quickly enough but I've a long way to go yet. My stomach feels the best it has in a while so I decide to take my next gel just before mile 15. Whatever way I squirted it out, it hit the back of my mouth making me gag. I need to get this down, I kept thinking, or I'll hit that wall. I pulled out the emergency skittles and popped one in my mouth...then I discreetly spat it out and went back to struggling with the gel.

Oh my God, I'm in trouble here. I had big problems with tolerating gels on my lsr's in the beginning of my training but I got it sorted out. Or at least I thought I had. I thought of my Dad. I can't finish this marathon without fuel. What am I gonna do? The thoughts of letting my Daddy down was unbearable. I'm only at mile 15. I gave myself a pep talk as I ran. I need to calm down and stop wasting precious energy worrying about what might not happen. Run the mile you're in. C’mon.

Miles 15-18

The crowds are great but I haven't really been paying attention as I was struggling to ingest another gel. I finally get it down. The water with a half zero tablet helps. I hit the Walkinstown roundabout and the crowd is electric. I feel a surge of energy. I feel my Daddy reassuring me that I'll get through this. There's music playing and the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. “I'm still standing”. The song my Dad had told me when he was ill, to listen to, whenever I felt that life was hard or I was struggling. Tears filled my eyes. The crowd are amazing and I'm a little embarrassed in case they spot the emotion on my face. I see a blurry face jump in front of mine. They're trying to get my attention. I blink the tears away. It's my best friend. We hug. They can hear the song too. We're both emotional. They tell me I'm amazing. Am I? I thank them and run on. I move on a short distance when I spot another friend whooping and cheering for me. They've even made a poster for me. Oh my gosh, I am humbled truly by everyone's support.

The miles are passing quick enough but I'm becoming tired. I'm fighting it as best I can. My husband appears again around mile 18. He seems relieved to see how I am, that I'm still running. I tell him I'm tired. I've stopped thinking about a goal time. I just want to make it home. I feel like a fool, I mustn't have trained right. Worst of all, I feel like I've let my mentors down. That thought gnaws at my brain for the rest of the race.

I knew it would be hard but I didn't think I'd struggle this early and that has me worried. My husband tells me it's OK to slow down and even walk for a bit if I need to. His voice is calm and reassuring. His whole presence settles me. He leaves me to cycle on further. I watch his head until he disappears in the distance.

Somewhere around here the 4:30 pacers pass me out. I didn't even know how close they were. In a blink, they were ahead of me. I kept them in sight for about a mile. Then they were gone.

I chat to a guy near me who has started to walk. I feel for him but it's also reassuring that I'm not the only one struggling. We exchange words of encouragement to each other before I leave him.

Miles 19-22

I'm grateful that the miles are passing quickly enough when I feel so tired. I'm starting to feel cold too. I have taken some lucozade and it was delicious. My stomach is still cramping but it's the overwhelming tiredness that's getting to me. I wonder what state I'd be in if I hadn't followed a plan. I'm so glad I ran the route on my training because I know what's ahead, what turn etc. I can't imagine feeling this weak with miles to go and running an unfamiliar route.

Around this time I start to walk for a few seconds. It breaks my heart but I'm so tired and so cold. I take my last gel at mile 20. My head tells me that if I keep running I will collapse but if I take the odd little walk break I might get through this. The crowd are amazing. They offer every type of jelly to me. My stomach turns at the thoughts of it. I keep thinking I'd love a banana! A banana would save me now. Believe it or not I never even thought of asking my husband to get me one!

My husband has maintained a constant vigil by my side since mile 18 or so. He cycles beside me when he can, encouraging me before racing off to wait for me at a tricky bit. I think of my Dad. What would he say to me? What got him through tough spots? I know he found his first marathon very tough and on his second, he knocked over 30 minutes off his time.

Heartbreak Hill is coming up. I walk up like everyone around me. I think of how on my 22 training run I ran up it not a bother. Look at the state of me now! I think of my mentors and feel ashamed that I'm struggling. They trained me better than this!

I think of my Dad again. He seems very far away now. In my mind I get angry. Jesus Dad, I need you. Whisper something in my ear, you could send me a sign that you're beside me. I'm here, dying on my feet, trying to get up this hill and you're nowhere near me!

…and then I felt him say “look up, I'm about 20 feet in front of you.” I raised my head and saw my husband waving madly, smiling, cheering me up the hill. He was about 20 feet in front of me. More tears. I waved back with a smile and started running again. My husband cheered me when I got to the top.

In my tiredness I think I've passed a lucozade station. My shoes are sticking to the ground and it makes me laugh. I ask someone did I miss the lucozade. I'm not sure but someone hands me a cup and I drink it with glee. I might just get through this.

Miles 23-25

I'm running for as long as I can. I know I will need to stop again but I'm fighting it. On the Stillorgan road I see my brother in law and sister in law. They are chatting with my husband. They give me a big cheer. It's brilliant and gives me a boost for another while. Soon enough I feel tired again. I don't know how the 4:40 pacers haven't caught up with me. I brave a look behind me, no sign of them yet.

The crowds are amazing but I'm so tired I hardly hear them. They call my name and I can barely say thank you but I smile. My husband is still cycling beside me. I tell him I'm never running again. He rolls his eyes with a reassuring smile and says you'll be back out tomorrow.

I feel so bad now. I'm on the home straight. I should be euphoric. I'm in bits! I stop to walk for a moment. I'm so cold. I notice a man in the crowd is talking to me. He seems concerned. He has a bottle of coke in his hand and he's holding it out for me. You need to take this, I hear him say. I raise my hand to take the bottle and its shaking. Oh man, I'm in bad shape. I take a sip. It's delicious. At his insistence I take another. He wants me to take the bottle with me. I think of the other runners coming along after me who will need it like I did and I tell him to keep the bottle for them. He smiles and touches my cheek by way of understanding. He tells me I'm almost home and not to stop. I thank him and start running again.

I vow not to stop anymore. I feel a little surge of energy as I move on. Then I feel a whoosh of air come up beside me as the 4:40 pacers pass me out. I dig deep and try to hang on but I can't do it. I last a few minutes only. I started at the back of wave 3. Even in my confused state I know that my time sucks. More tears flood my eyes. I think of my training. I felt I worked hard. I gave it everything I had and only missed one run and that was on the instructions of my doctor. How could I have messed today up so bad?

Mile 26 finally!

I guess the coke did the trick. I kept running. The crowd were incredible. They kept shouting out what distance was left. I saw the mile 26 sign like it was a beautiful dream. I kissed it with my hand as I passed. I saw the blue finish sign in the distance and felt like I could cry. I didn't though. I put my energy into keeping my legs running. I'm gonna do it! I'm gonna finish this marathon! My time sucks but I'm gonna finish this thing!

Then I saw the blue carpet. The blue carpet! How many times had I dreamt of this moment? 10, 50,100? I turned to look back at my husband who had pulled in a little further back and was watching me with the biggest smile on his face.

Oh my God, this was it. A runner in front of me was waving the American flag. It was too perfect. I thought of my Dad. With every scrap of energy I had left, I threw my arms in the air and smiled the whole way down to the finish.

I crossed the line in disbelief that I had done it, finally. My medal was put around my neck. It was all a blur. A lovely blur. I thanked the volunteer and kissed my medal. I was handed my DCM top and put it on to keep warm more than anything else! I made my way to collect my bag. I wasn't feeling good at all. I could barely stand and I was so cold my teeth chattered. I couldn't think of my bib number to get my bag. The lady had to examine the bib on my top underneath my DCM top to get the number. She asked a volunteer beside her to get a medic but they couldn't find one. I needed to sit so I reassured them I'd be OK and left to find a step to sit on. I called my husband barely able to speak, but he told me he wasn't allowed in where I was. Mmm OK… I was on my own here.

I sat down on a step and rested for a moment. I was so tired and so cold. A kind runner approached me asking was I alright. I nodded. He said I didn't look OK. He looked about for a medic too but couldn't see one. Again, I reassured him I'd be OK and he went on his way but looked unhappy doing so.
Somehow my numb fingers opened the knot on my bag and I could get at my supplies. I took out my tinfoil blanket, my warm clothes, my hat, my gloves. I ate some chocolate. Soon I felt strong enough to stand up and I could go meet my husband. I told him I needed hot fluids so he got me a tea and I began to thaw.


I was very disappointed with my time going over 4:45 but hey I got there in the end. It was my first marathon. I learnt a lot out there. It was still an amazing day.


Ps: Yo Dad, I did it!

Huzzah!

Nothing to be ashamed of at all. You’re made of very tough stuff. You gritted it out when feeling unwell and when many wouldn’t have. You’re a great role model for your five boys. You’re a marathoner. Congratulations!

3dogs

WOW!  you should in no way be disappointed in that run, you did it! what an achievement, I bet your Dad is incredibly proud of you.
You completed the DCM that is phenomenal

Wubble Wubble

Congratulations, that's a brilliant run and report, what a way to do your first marathon! And thank you for your kind words earlier on the thread

ReeReeG

Read that report getting ready for work and didn't have time to post then, but it had me so emotional. You really went through every possible feeling and emotion out there, but carried on regardless. That's just incredible, you should be so so proud of yourself, as all of us from the Novice group are certainly proud of you!

eyrie

I read this on the novice's thread and replied there before I spotted it here so I won't repeat what I said, but to summarise: YAY YOU!!!!

effibear

Not a dry eye in the house after that one. Great report, well done marathoner! You were so dedicated in training, it was inspiring. I’d have gone stir crazy running around the same building in loops to get a run in before work. Just the beginning of your running journey.

The Black Oil

I was early for work this morning and read your report in my car. What a read, I was welling up too.

juke

Applegirl, super report, from the heart.

What a struggle, well done for putting up such a huge fight. Love that your husband followed you around - another hero.

Now - about that 'never running again...' :pac:

martyboy48

Wow, that was a fantastic report Applegirl...
I don't usually get around to reading many DCM reports from the novices(apologies!) but this caught my eye.
What a fantastic read. It really brought back memories to my first one. The emotions were unreal, I actually shed a tear reading it. I remember running DCM the first time and start crying for no apparent reason, I was like WTF is wrong with you M!!!! It happened on the next couple, but to a lesser degree....

Well done fellow marathoner, You're a 'real' runner now

Pomplamousse

Such a fantastic and lovely race report. Very well done:)

Hobbyjogger

L, I read your race report a couple of days ago on the novice thread, only seeing it here now. I loved it. Your training was phenomenal, I've loved following it. It's lovely to read how excited you were to start the plan, and how much it meant to you. Your husband sounds like a good egg Looking forward to seeing your training for the next ones!

Applegirl26

So I'm finally back at last, to update my log. I'll get better at this, I promise.

First of all, I want to apologise for the whingefest that was my DCM race report! I don't think I mentioned once that it was one of the best days of my life. Yes, I was disappointed with my time but hey I did it, and handing my medal to my Mom to place it beside my Dad's collection, is a moment that will live with me forever. Mission completed.

I also hit 1000 miles during DCM. Woohoo.

I want to say thank you too, to everyone who replied so kindly to my race report. Your words mean so much.

And yes, my husband was the real hero on the day. We've been together 20 years and I swear I fell in love with him all over again that day, out on the course.

So, what have I been up to? Well, after DCM I felt so sore and believe it or not I got a little respite when I would go for a small run, in the days after. The first week after DCM I clocked up 19 miles. I had no plan. I just ran to soothe my muscles. I saw my physio for a rub out and we chatted about my plans for the next few months.

I will never forget running into the PP the weekend after DCM (in my DCM top of course! ) and the shout outs and waves I got from everyone I passed! Brilliant!

The following week I ran 17 miles. I also went down to Dunboyne AC and said hi that week, something I had promised myself I'd do, when I completed DCM. I was so nervous but they couldn't have been nicer to me.

The next week I started the base training plan. Ideally I would have waited another few weeks but I have signed up for Manchester in April, and I needed to get started so I could fit both training plans in before April. That week didn't go so great. I only got out to run four times but clocked up 20 miles. I had planned a few runs after work but typically, I got off work late so that plan went out the window. I didn't get to go back to Dunboyne that week.

I know some would not agree with me for planning another marathon training session so soon after Dublin, but I'm not interested in the “shorter stuff”, not really. I wish I was. Distance running has always held my attention. Plus, the training regime is a great distraction.

Week 2 of base training just completed today and I have clocked up 30 miles this week. I have had to go back to running at crazy o'clock but it means I get the miles in. I have a progression run looming ahead of me this week which I'm dreading. I'll spend more time looking at my watch than anything else… anyways, it's all good and I'll get through it.

Later!

Kellygirl

Applegirl26 wrote: »

I know some would not agree with me for planning another marathon training session so soon after Dublin, but I'm not interested in the “shorter stuff”, not really. I wish I was. Distance running has always held my attention. Plus, the training regime is a great distraction.

Week 2 of base training just completed today and I have clocked up 30 miles this week. I have had to go back to running at crazy o'clock but it means I get the miles in. I have a progression run looming ahead of me this week which I'm dreading. I'll spend more time looking at my watch than anything else… anyways, it's all good and I'll get through it.

Later!

This reminds me of me a year ago. I’m not sure what it was about marathon distance but I was more into that too - I think it was because I’m not very fast so never going to win a race but with the marathons doing the actual distance is such a huge achievement in itself and doesn’t require the speed. Possibly a warped point of view

Anyway, my take on it is do what interests you. There are loads of people in the likes of Marathon Club Ireland running marathons week in and week out - but not for a time when they are doing that many!

Progression Runs are great as long as you start off very easy. Bet you’ll love it.

Applegirl26

Kellygirl wrote: »

This reminds me of me a year ago. I’m not sure what it was about marathon distance but I was more into that too - I think it was because I’m not very fast so never going to win a race but with the marathons doing the actual distance is such a huge achievement in itself and doesn’t require the speed. Possibly a warped point of view

Anyway, my take on it is do what interests you. There are loads of people in the likes of Marathon Club Ireland running marathons week in and week out - but not for a time when they are doing that many!

Progression Runs are great as long as you start off very easy. Bet you’ll love it.

Thanks K. Think you hit the nail on the head there with your description of the appeal of the marathon distance. All I know is that there's plenty of fire left in my belly for another round of training.

Thanks for the tip re the progression run.

Applegirl26

Base training week 3

Monday November 26th : 60 mins easy run (11:56)

Tuesday November 27th : 60 mins progression run (11:40)

I fretted and worried so much over this run but it went well. I had scribbled the numbers on my hands so I wouldn't forget the plan!

Wednesday November 28th: rest

Thursday November 29th: 50 mins run, 9 easy, 1 hard (11:51)

Friday November 30th: 1 hour 40 mins easy run (11:12)

My pacing was not great on this run, I kept drifting faster and then had to reign it in so my splits were not very even.

Saturday December 1st : rest.
I had signed up for Jingle Bells but decided during the week not to run it for a few reasons. Last year I earned myself a nasty Achilles strain at JB and was off the road for a few weeks. I've been a little afraid of pushing myself at races ever since. The closer Saturday got, the more I remembered last year and wasn't willing to take a chance on injuring myself again. There's a lot of talk of PBs around this race. I couldn't have just run it. So even though its beside my beloved Acres road, I let it pass and worked overtime instead.

Sunday December 2nd: rest

I worked overtime for the weekend so no running Sat/Sun. I feel utterly guilt ridden for skipping out on an easy run this morning, but I was feeling cream crackered. I'll make up for it later on.

Total miles for the week: 23.8


I feel like I've spent the last week running in the rain and the dark. Roll on next summer.

One of the lessons I took away from DCM was my fuelling or rather lack of. I'm trying to make a big effort with my nutrition these days. On days before a session or lsr, I force down a bowl of porridge. It feels like I'm eating glue but I must admit, I have more energy during the run. I also drink some lucozade before and have a protein shake after. On the other days, I run on empty.

I got accepted into Berlin! I'm still trying to believe it. It's so incredible. My husband took the news better than I thought…. Ha!
Anyways, that's a year away. I've lots to do before then.

skyblue46

Congratulations on getting into Berlin, that's something to really look forward to. Don't be afraid of doing a bit of speedier stuff. When done sensibly and gradually it shouldn't present any great injury risk. It's great fun too!!

Applegirl26

skyblue46 wrote: »

Congratulations on getting into Berlin, that's something to really look forward to. Don't be afraid of doing a bit of speedier stuff. When done sensibly and gradually it shouldn't present any great injury risk. It's great fun too!!

Thanks skyblue.
I know you're right about the speedier stuff. I just need to be brave and go for it. I'm thinking of jumping into a Parkrun near me over the next few weeks to see where I'm at. Should be interesting!
Hope your foot is on the mend.

skyblue46

Applegirl26 wrote: »

Thanks skyblue.
I know you're right about the speedier stuff. I just need to be brave and go for it. I'm thinking of jumping into a Parkrun near me over the next few weeks to see where I'm at. Should be interesting!
Hope your foot is on the mend.

A good well run short race will also give you much more accurate paces for the training plans. Tyrellstown is a nice Parkrun course, definitely a bit easier than Porterstown. Hartstown would be another good option.

Applegirl26

skyblue46 wrote: »

A good well run short race will also give you much more accurate paces for the training plans. Tyrellstown is a nice Parkrun course, definitely a bit easier than Porterstown. Hartstown would be another good option.

Super! Thanks for the recommendations.

Applegirl26

Oh wow I've got 3 weeks to update here.

I finished the base training plan this morning. I'm delighted. I loved every second. The first week felt like a bit of a slog but I think that was because I was still feeling a bit jaded from dcm. That feeling soon lifted as I got stuck into the plan.

Having a spreadsheet worked out for the week ahead, definitely is a huge incentive to getting me out the door. I have a lovely pink and purple spreadsheet all ready for next Monday, when I start my training for Manchester. As my weekly mileage is less than 40 miles, I've gone with the beginner grads plan. But….. I'm still not 100% about it. I'm hesitant as the plan just goes to 3 hr long runs. I've looked at other plans online and they all have mentioned 20 mile long runs. Still, I love the thought of trying the grads plan. I've been running every chance I get and I feel I am improving. Anyways, I've a week to figure it out.

So this week I have no plan (that's stuck up on the kitchen press anyway) but I'm still going to run every chance I get. I'll most likely copy some of my favorite runs from the base plan.

And then next week, it gets serious again! I'm going to be so good with my nutrition and fuelling. I'm going to add in some core work too. It will make me stronger and that can only help my running, right?

So here's what I've been doing these past 3 weeks.

Monday December 3rd, Base Training Week 4, rest

Tues Dec 4th, Supposed to be 60 mins easy. I ran for 60 mins (10:55) but pace was too fast for easy. I kept drifting faster. Still, a lovely run in the PP.

Wed Dec 5th, 60 mins easy before work (11:54) funny, I've no problem with running slow at 0530! Soaked to the skin on this run. It was dark, wet and I was glad when the hour was up.

Thurs Dec 6th, 60 mins easy (11:12)

Fri Dec 7th, Rest

Sat Dec 8th, 45 mins easy with 5 mins threshold (10:58)
Google told me that threshold is “comfortably hard” so off I went. Great run, loved every second.

Sun Dec 9th, 1 hour, 45 mins easy (11:03)

Still too fast in places. I also tripped again. I need to lift my feet more but when I do, I speed up.

Total miles for week 4: 34.4 miles

Mon Dec 10th, week 5,rest

Tues Dec 11th, 60 mins easy (11:40)

Wed Dec 12th, 60 min progression run (11:25) another early run so I scribbled the numbers on my hand as I don't trust myself at that early hour not to mess up the numbers in my head. Another run I really enjoyed.

Thurs Dec 13th, 60 mins easy (11:10)

Fri Dec 14th, 50 mins easy, 4x200m @5k with 2-3 mins recovery (11:11) another early run so again, I scribbled the plan on my wrist. I found it hard to sustain the 5k pace at that early hour and for 200m as opposed to 100m, which is what I'm used to.

Sat Dec 15th, 2 hour easy run (11:40)

Sun Dec 16th, rest

Total miles for the week: 35.5 miles

Mon Dec 17th, rest by default : sonshine #1 wasn't well.

Tues Dec 18th, another rest day by default : this time sonshine #2 also wasn't well

Wed Dec 19th, supposed to be 60 mins easy but I was so happy to be finally running again, it became my moderate run for the week! (10:45)

Thurs Dec 20th, 50 mins easy with last 5 @threshold (11:41) a nice run before work

Fri Dec 21st, 60 mins easy (11:40)

Sat Dec 22nd, 60 mins easy (11:12)

Sun Dec 23rd, 2 hours easy (11:37) really enjoyed this run. I don't even notice the rain anymore. Lots of big puddles about and some dork driving by thought it would be great fun to swerve his jeep deliberately, just inches from me, so a tidal wave soaked me from head to toe. Well buddy, I went on to have a great run! I had the Rocky soundtrack on my playlist and it was gonna take more than the likes of you to ruin my run! Ha!

Total miles for this week: 33.7 miles

Kellygirl

That’s a pleasure to read. Well done you!!! Glad you are enjoying it all.

Applegirl26

So last week I had a “gap week” between plans. Seeing as it was Christmas I let my hair down, ate some junk and drank a few glasses of everything that was offered in my direction. I ran a bit… I had great plans to keep my weekly mileage above 30 miles but that went by the wayside. Still, it was a lovely week just me and my guys enjoying being together.

Dec 24th : I woke up reaching for my running shoes. My husband gave me an are you serious look. He didn't look amused.
“It's Christmas Eve and you're going for a run?“
I shook my head, no I'm not going for a run today. My reward was a big smile. I'd said the right thing but I didn't feel too happy about it.
I should've done what I always do, I thought, and got up at 0500 to run when there's no one awake to object to it.

Dec 25th : no run

Dec 26th :
60 mins, 5.7 miles, 10:33/mile pace, hr: 161, elevation :156,

I headed to the PP and had a fabulous run up and down Chesterfield Avenue. I just ran. One of those lovely runs were you don't need to think of anything or look at your watch.

Dec 27th : all dressed in my running kit, minutes from heading out the door and we have visitors(out laws) call unexpectedly. I think my husband was feeling bad about me giving up my run on Christmas Eve as he kept saying I should go anyway. Of course I didn't. No run today.

Dec 28th :
7.3 miles, 1 hour 20 mins, 11:11/mile pace, hr:159, elevation:220

Another lovely escape to the PP.

Dec 29th:
3.1 miles in 28:57, 9:07/mile pace, hr: 175, elevation :25

I finally took a deep breath and jumped into a Parkrun to help give me an idea of paces for my training. I wasn't close to a PB or anything but I also wasn't as bad as I had feared. I might do another in a month or so to see how I'm doing. I had eaten some porridge before the run and I could feel it trying to come back up as I ran. At one point I actually checked no one was behind me cos I didn't want to stop running if I didn't need to! Every second counts….

Dec 30th : had planned to do a 2 hour easy run but woke up sick as a dog. If I was on a training plan I would have dragged myself around for it anyway but as it was an easy week I let it go. I'm never sick, it's typical.


Dec 31st :

Manchester training, week 1 starts today
(05:44) ran on empty
Plan: 60 mins very easy but I went slightly over to round up to 5 miles. Yes, 5 pitiful little miles… Pace: 13:00/ mile, hr: 138, elevation : 40

I will have to increase up the length of time that I'm out running as at these paces, my mileage will be in my boots.

It's great to be starting a new training block again. I have also signed up for Raheny, Trim and Bohereem. There's enough in there to keep me out of trouble for a while anyway!

Later!

Applegirl26

Oh, I forgot to add my total mileage for 2018 was 1250 miles.

Huzzah!

Applegirl26 wrote: »

I will have to increase up the length of time that I'm out running as at these paces, my mileage will be in my boots.

Meet your sister. Don't forget you can add thirty minutes to a few runs a week.

Applegirl26

Huzzah! wrote: »

Meet your sister. Don't forget you can add thirty minutes to a few runs a week.

Yes, I'm going to have to do that I reckon.

Kellygirl

Looking forward to seeing how you get on with the plan for Manchester. Well done on the mileage this year.

Mr. Guappa

Best of luck with the Manchester training and all your goals for 2019. Congrats also on a great 2018, your dedication is remarkable.

Applegirl26

Thanks Kellygirl. I really appreciate your input and advice.

Thanks to you too Mr Guappa. You trained so brilliantly for your recent race and it totally paid off for you. Its seeing progress like that on strava, that gets me out the door for a run!