Adding into the many race reports for Manchester!
This was my second marathon, but following my poor attempt at Loch Ness last year, it kind of felt like the first I was aiming to run. Last year I gave up on my training and generally fell out of love with running. I was talked into doing the marathon anyway, by a good friend who was doing it for charity, together we completed in just over 6:30. I'm very proud of that achievement, but for me it didn't quite feel like I've run a marathon. I'm not meaning to belittle anyone who does marathons in that time, as I've come to realise it's a great achievement. I think it was more that I didn't do the training and not my finish time that made me feel I had not done a marathon.
So I signed up for Manchester with three goals and the runners world 5 hour marathon training plan:
- To do all the long runs exactly as my training plans and to consistently do the other 2-3 runs largely as in the plan
- To finish in 4:45 if all is going well
- To finish in 5:00 if not going so well
Training went great this time. It was definitely tough and there were several naps on a Sunday afternoon, but I can definitely say I achieved my first goal, so very happy there. My second 20 mile run was a local race, which I did in 3:35, this was hillier than Manchester and on quiet country roads, so I felt well on track. Even though from mile 16 it was hard going and at the end I was so tired I didn't realise until I got home that I hadn't even looked at my medal, never mind put it on.
So on Sunday I set off with the 4:45 pacer, feeling very happy everything had all gone to plan and excited for the race. He did the first mile or two slightly quicker than I had planned, but I trusted that he knew what he was doing and it felt great. In fact 18 miles felt great, it was a party, we sang along to Sweet Caroline. I was taking gels exactly as planned, everything was working. Saw my husband and mother in law and gave them a massive hug.
Then came mile 18. I felt sick, tired, my back hurt and my legs didn't want to move. The biggest of these issues was the feeling sick. So I walked a bit and watched the pacer and everyone I'd been running with disappear into the distance. I considered giving up, but my husband had bought me the hoodie and I couldn't wear it if I didn't complete the race, so I kept going forward for a hoodie πππ
5 or 6 miserable miles passed, passing entertainment that had packed away which was a bit depressing. The crowds however were amazing, still cheering hours after the first runners, they really made all the difference.
Then I saw the 5 hour pacer, a couple of miles from the end. I had a chat with him, he was on track to finish at about 4:59. I started a little ahead of him, so if I kept with him a 5 hour marathon was still in track. It turns out I could still run and actually the last mile was ok. 4:58:22 I finished, over an hour an a half faster than my last one!
So, still room for improvement, but I'm really happy with the day. The hoodie is amazing, well worth the effort!!!
I think the graph sums up my run perfectly. I've put back my idea of the backyard ultra, I think I might have another go at a Marathon. Currently looking at Chester in October.