Somewhere between running a half marathon PB in December (1:56) and successfully showing up to New Year’s Day double parkrun, I decided it was about time I had a proper crack at the marathon. And I don’t mean repeat my usual marathon strategy (executed six times with varying results), which was a couple of mid-week jogs and a few weekend 20 milers, followed by a vague goal of finishing and fingers crossed for a sub-5.
I decided to make a plan and stick to it, prioritise my training, sacking off lie-ins and nights out and getting up at 6am to run in Barbados before the sun rose (this, in all honesty, was one of my greatest achievements of this training cycle, sweating out rum punch along the boardwalk as Johnny Bairstow jogged past me in the opposite direction).
I chose Milton Keynes Marathon as my target race, I have run it twice before and the start line is a 20-minute drive from my house. I even got to watch Game of Thrones before my Mum picked me up. No other UK marathon has appealed to me enough to warrant the travel and hotel expense, so even though I’ve marathoned in Berlin, Munich and Brighton since the last time I ran MK, I find myself at the start line again for marathon number 7.
The weather was perfect, cloudy and cool, unlike the starting pens which were complete chaos. I was meant to be in the yellow zone, but couldn’t get there/wasn’t sure if I was already there. There was one sign saying yellow zone but it wasn’t clear whether that zone was in front of the sign, behind or simply, in the vicinity of. There was lots of shoving as a result, people with yellow numbers pushing past other people with yellow numbers. In 2015, the starting pens stretched down the road behind the start line, but this has changed now so you ultimately make an awkward u-turn before crossing the line. But as the song I’ve been playing at my husband all week says – Ain’t nothing going to break my stride!
Miles 1-6 are great fun. Apart from a long subtle ascent around mile 2, the first 10k is a number of out-and-backs around the centre of Milton Keynes, so you can soak up the cheers of spectators and holler at the runners going in the other direction. My target pace was 8:50-9:00 miles and I spent a lot of the first 10 miles trying to slow myself down, especially when I occasionally saw a 7:xx flash up on my watch! I went through 6 miles in 53:02 according to my Garmin, 2 minutes faster than planned. The half-marathoners split off at mile 7 and this is also a busy area for spectators and I saw some club mates and my cousin, Ruth, who was embarking on her own challenge of getting lost in MK on her bike while trying to follow the marathon!
I knew my in-laws and nieces would be at Willen Lake around mile 11 so I pushed on to that point to high-five them and marvel at their lovely signs! I was conscious I was ahead of schedule, going through 10m three minutes faster than planned, so I let myself slip into 9:00-9:10 pace. I had planned a purposeful positive split (8:50-9:00 for the first half, and maximum 9:20 pace for the second half) so was still happy at this point as I passed halfway in 1:58, a minute faster than planned.
By this point, it was becoming obvious my Garmin was around 0.2 miles faster than the mile signage, and it was bothering me. The gremlins always get me between miles 15-20 and even though I was on pace according to my watch, I was questioning whether this was the case if I was 0.2 miles ahead. Mile 18 was gross, this long alleyway (?) in between rows of back gardens, no spectators, just struggling runners all hunkering along. I was playing cat-and-mouse with a Guide Runner and a visually-impaired runner for a while and we chatted a bit, I hope they went on to achieve what they wanted.
My race plan had been to get to 20 miles with about an hour to play with (for a sub-4), and even though my Garmin said I had hit 20m bang on target (3:03), the chip time said 3:05 (obviously I couldn’t see this but knew I was ahead), I had slowed to about 9:40-9:50 pace and knew I couldn’t retain sub-9:00 to get home under four hours.
It is completely mad what your brain puts you through after three-quarters of a marathon. Saw my in-laws again just after 20m and apologised because I was passing them at 3:06 and not 3:03 like I’d promised. Three minutes! I seriously doubt that made an inch of difference to their day but to me at that point, it was a BIG DEAL.
Me telling (lying to) my cousin “I’ve still got this!” at mile 16
In hindsight, it is difficult to judge after 20m whether a) I let myself slip into ‘just get this finished’ mode mentally because I’d slipped off sub-4 pace, or b) I was genuinely exhausted and was using every ounce of energy just to keep running. Although I remember feeling really very tired, my stats show a slip from 9:53 pace to 10:20-10:30 pace for miles 21, 22 and 23 which suggests a level of resignation not just down to physical tiredness.
At mile 24, I walked a bit. I was sick of Milton Keynes, the redways, the underpasses, that roadside ascent at mile 23, described by some as the most boring mile of a marathon ever. I was resistant to pushing myself at this point because of how tired I was, I had images of me pushing too hard and not finishing. I even started counting my steps like Hayley Carruthers said she did, but even that felt too fast and decided to ignore my watch and concentrate on jogging home.
The idea of ‘parkrun to go’ was giving me no comfort, but as soon as I calculated I only had 2.5 miles left I found it in myself to push on. The discrepancy between my watch and the mile markers was truly screwing with me now, as that 0.2 was starting to feel like a gaping hole and I would silently celebrate two miles to go but within a few minutes realise, oh no, there’s the sign I’ve NOW got two miles to go. Heart breaking!
The last two miles I just got the job done. I knew I was going to be able to see the Stadium through the trees soon, and I pushed on down the main road and right into the stadium car park. The last twirl round the car park is always resented, before a short ascent (wtf! why!) into the stadium. My friends always spectate in the same spot just before the finish, which is great because I don’t have to look around for them. It takes everything to keep running at this point so a sprint finish was completely out of the question. A quick smile and wave at my supporters, but mostly I just wanted to get to the timing mat so I could stop (which I did almost immediately if you watch videos of me finishing!).
I knew sub-4 was ambitious, but considering my former PB was 4:39, I am happy with 4:11. The marathon doesn’t give you what you want, it gives you what you deserve, and I can confidently dissect why I missed out on sub-4 in my training notes below. When I ran 4:39 in Munich in 2017, I was still having a great time at 23 miles and even though I started to struggle at 24/25 I was content knowing I was on the home straight. Yesterday, I felt physically bad from about 20 miles, and even though I wasn’t unhappy, I was having to fight and push for six miles, something I never did in Munich (mostly because I wasn’t bothered about time!).
I pushed myself for sub-4 pace yesterday because I didn’t want any regrets. If I’d paced myself for sub-4:15 I didn’t want to finish thinking what if, and considering I went on to finish in 4:11 I did the right thing. In the last two miles, I started thinking of the eldest Ingebritsen brother who finished third in a World Champs race earlier this year. In the interview afterwards he was on top of the world because he’d left it all out there, he had nothing left in him and that was good enough for him. I didn’t want to be in a position where I could sprint finish yesterday because I wanted to be like Ingebritsen and perform to the best of my potential, which I believe I did.
Squad goals!
Training
This year I did made two major changes to my training that I hadn’t done in previous marathons. First, I made a plan (lol I know right?). I’m useless at following training schedules so instead I basically made a plan of fortnightly targets. Every two weeks I increased my distance targets for a few minutes. So by mid-Feb I wanted to be running xx:xx for 5k/10k and end of Feb, a few minutes faster etc. This short term goal strategy worked really well especially if you struggle to motivate yourself for long term goals. Doing this helped my parkrun time dropped from 30 mins at that start of the year to 26:40 in March.
Secondly, I signed up for Crossfit classes mid-January. I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news runners, but I genuinely believe my race pace has dropped by almost a minute per mile due to increased work with weights and on my core. And I only go once a week for one hour! I attend Studio 83 in Leighton Buzzard, which offers a range of classes (Spin, HIIT, Cardio focused ones) but I stick to X-Fit which involves circuit training and functional movements with weights. Every time I turn up I could be doing anything from pull ups, burpees, box jumps, pushing a sled or smashing a tyre with a sledge hammer! Sometimes I hate going and I am super self conscious because I am convinced everyone is better than me at everything (except the running, I excel at that bit!) but I adore how my body has changed and how much stronger I have become between my shoulders and my waist. I loved it so much I even got a barbell for my birthday and start doing my own sessions at home outside of classes.
Anyway, everything was going swimmingly until I got shin splints mid-March. It was around the time I started upping my long runs to 16/18/20 miles and I had to take two weeks off smack bang in the middle of my training. There I was not running and pumping barbells in the hope that would help. I managed to get out for an 18-miler, and a 20-miler a week later, but my leg was so sore after these long runs I couldn’t run speed sessions or tempo runs in between. I went to the physio a few days after my last 20 miler, and she advised that I could still run the marathon but I had to take it easy and manage the injury until then. Unfortunately, in her efforts to diagnose me, she asked me to hop on one-foot which honestly felt like my entire lower leg had shattered and the pain was much worse after that!
Two weeks before the marathon I ran my club’s Easter Monday handicap race at race pace (a good example of not taking it easy) and even though I beat my predicted time by 2 mins 41 secs and am now the proud owner of the Langmay Trophy (best thing ever! This trophy is older than me!), I went out a few days later with a friend and could barely run a mile without the horrible shin pain. So in the end, apart from a 0.6m jog to my CrossFit class, I didn’t run at all in the 10 days leading up to the Marathon. Turns out this has now paid off, because I had zero shin issues during the race and even now, while writing this, the bloody thing isn’t even twinging. The physio said I had to take a few weeks off to let it heal after the marathon but it has decided to be perfectly ok now! Great timing!
Another thing I’d like to add is that I’ve worn Adidas running shoes for years since I first got a gait analysis in 2014. They’ve always been so reliable except my most recent pair that have caused a long list of difficulties. I didn’t even link my shin splints and my shoes until it was too late to break in a new pair, so if you’re injured I’d advise thinking about your shoes first and foremost!
Time to rest up and plan what’s next.