Getting ready to go!

YES I DID IT!  I completed 2 marathons in 2 weeks.

I chose the early start at 7 am for those who were walking or likely to run over 6 hours.  Given I had run 5:28 in Vancouver 2 weeks before, there was every possibility that I would run 6 hours or more at this race.  I also liked the idea of having company during the race, instead of being all by myself on the second lap and seeing the volunteers pulling up the pylons.  I didn’t want to keep the volunteers out there any longer than they needed to be.  It turned out to be a great decision.  There were about 20 people who started at 7 so I was, by no means, on my own.  The race mascot was there and everything!

I had my watch on but I had hidden all the screens that would give me any indication of my pace or timing.  Or so I thought.  At the 1 km mark, my watch beeped, I looked down and it showed 7:16. Darn!  I had forgotten that my watch also recorded and notified me of the time for each km.  I chose to ignore the notifications rather than try to figure out how to turn them off.

Everything was going great for the first half of the race.  I was moving comfortably, running 10 min and walking 1 min, according to the alerts I set up on my watch that I didn’t know it could do until just recently!  My body felt good, my legs felt good, I was ignoring all notifications from my watch as each km passed, I was thanking all the volunteers, it was a bright, beautiful, cool and sunny day. What more could I ask for?

I snuck a peek at my watch at the 10 km mark: 1:14.  Ok, great, well ahead of a 6 hr race so I let it go and moved on.  I made sure to walk any of the steeper or longer hills to be sure to save my legs for the 2nd half.  I was concentrating hard on not letting myself go too fast, remembering how I had fallen apart in the 2nd half two weeks ago.


Myles, the Bluenose Marathon Mascot, cheering us at the start

When I turned onto Young St, heading to Point Pleasant park, I came upon the participants walking the 10 km race.  It was packed!  I had to dodge people but it was great fun to have lots of company.  My sister was walking the 10 km so I kept my eye out for her and pinched her bum as I caught up to her.  Poor thing wondered who was touching her!  I walked with her for a bit and had a chat.  I wasn’t worried about my time.  It was just fun to get to see her as I didn’t know our paths would cross in the race.

As I was nearing the halfway point, (which takes you right past the finish line, can you believe it!?!?), I checked my watch again (I know, I know, I couldn’t help myself): 2:38, 8 min slower than in Vancouver.  All good.  If I kept the pace, which I wasn’t convinced I would, that would give me a 5:20 finish.

No sooner had I gone through the halfway point, running uphill than my legs started to complain.  So I walked and, shortly thereafter, I turned off the 10 min run/1 min walk alerts.  I knew for the 2nd half that I would walk when I needed to and run when I could.  It wasn’t long before the watch came off my wrist and was put into my pack.  I didn’t want to risk looking at my time.

At about 30 km, behind me I heard some spectators ask their friend how he was doing.  He said he wasn’t sure he could do it.  I called back to him and said, “Yes, you can.  Keep moving forward.”  When he passed me, he thanked me and carried on.  Just up ahead he stopped and grabbed at his leg.  I asked if he wanted any tips and he said sure.  So I gave him some advice and once again off he went.

A couple of km later, Mark, a local guy I know from triathlon, caught up to me and we ran together for a bit having a good old chat.  It sure helped take my mind off any aches I was feeling.  He then stopped to wait for the two guys he was running with, Ron and Kevin.  They were unmistakable, each running in a kilt!!  It wasn’t long before the three of them passed me and I figured that was the last I would see of them.

It was a little harder to enjoy the scenery of Point Pleasant park and looking out across the harbor the second time around but I was glad, at least, that my legs weren’t hurting like they were two weeks ago and that I was still running fairly consistently.

As I reached the top of a hill, who did I see in front of me but the three “boys” in kilts and the young man whom I’d given my words of advice to?!?!  It now became my mission to catch them, slowly but surely.

I passed Mark, who had stopped to chat to some spectators and as he passed me again, he put a hand out and pushed me along.  Miraculously, I ran faster!  I told him to tell Ron that I was coming to get them so they had better keep running!  On the short out/back section, just outside the park, I was able to deliver the message to Ron myself.

Five hundred metres later I was chastising myself for having spoken too soon as I found myself forced to walk because of ITB pain!  Darn!

For the next 2 km, I saw the boys ahead of me but couldn’t make any headway.  I could only run about 6 steps before the pain became too much and I was forced to walk.  Unlike in Vancouver though, my spirits remained high and I didn’t cry with the pain or frustration. Sure, I was frustrated but I stayed calm.  I knew I would get to the finish line comfortably if I just listened to my body and relaxed.

I was so excited when one of the volunteers told me there was only 2 km to go.  By this point, I had settled into a shuffle (like Vancouver) but (like Vancouver) I wasn’t walking.  As I neared the Citadel, with only 1 km to go, I could see I was, once again, gaining on the boys.  I have to admit, it gave me great pleasure to pass them!

Now I was running on excitement and adrenalin.  I was going to make it and make it comfortably.  I made sure not to go too fast down the last hill with a few hundred metres to go, knowing the finish was on an uphill and not wanting my legs to cramp or go into pain again.


Yes, I did it! Two marathons in two weeks!!

I turned the last corner with a great big smile on my face.  I could hear the spectators cheering on the boys so I turned to make sure they weren’t right behind me.  No worries, I didn’t need to try to sprint.  Good thing because I couldn’t!!

I was SO happy to cross that finish line and to know that I had completed 2 marathons in 2 weeks!!!

I was even MORE excited when I saw that my finish time of 5:31:28 was only about 3½ min slower than my race in Vancouver!!!  I told myself I was FREAKING AWESOME and I realized how long it’s been that I have been able to say that to myself.  Whoo hoo!!!


Why am I running around in circles? A report from my 12 hour track race.

I started right on track (no pun intended) at 3 min/lap; this according to a race plan that would have me run 90 km in 12 hours. It wasn’t long before my little toe got sore, despite being taped to prevent such a thing from happening. I sorted out that problem but then, after only 2-3 hours everything seemed to start hurting; my toes, feet, hips. It was soon evident that I had dropped off the pace required to finish 90 km or even 85 km but I didn’t care. I sat down and whined to Clare, who was crewing for me, “I’m sore! Why am I running around in circles?” I think at that point I still had 7 hours to go! I sucked it up and carried on.

I distracted myself with my music, which helped keep my mind off my aching feet and sore toe.  I actually looked forward to when we had to change direction as it was something different and a chance to see people’s faces, instead of their butts!

At the 6 hour mark, I was slightly envious because for some their race had finished and I still had another 6 hours to go!  Mostly I wanted to know if I’d managed to reach the “marathon mark” of 42.2 km but, sadly, I had only managed 40.8 in the first 6 hours!

With four hours to go, my dear friend, Paul, did the math and told me what I needed to do to run the same distance I did last year. Unfortunately, he was talking in terms that my brain couldn’t compute i.e. 15 laps per hour or 6 kmh. I knew I couldn’t count laps and I didn’t trust that I could remember what mileage I was at to be able to add 6 to it! I told him that I was running 3 laps and walking 1 which was all I could manage, so, if I continued to do that, where would I end up? Poor guy had to go away and recalculate the math! But, recalculate he did, and he came back with instructions to run each lap in 3:40 and walk laps at 5 min.  In that way, I would get to 78 km.  At last I had something to really focus on and focus I did, as instructed, for the next hour.  The hour came and went and Paul was nowhere to be seen to help me recalibrate.  There was nothing for me to do but keep going with the same plan and I did that for the next hour. 

With two hours to go Paul reported back to me that I was doing really well and that the last two hours had been the best two hours of my whole race.  “Just keep going”, he said.  So I did.

I was aiming for 6 km/h so every half hour I checked in with Clare to see if I had managed 3 km.  Not only had I achieved it, I had actually gone further.  At this point I had moved up from 15th to 12th place, because people had pulled out.  Both Clare and Paul told me I was gaining on the two people ahead of me.  It took a while but eventually I was only 800m behind the woman in 11th place and she was walking.  I only had to pass her twice and I would be ahead.  Each time I passed her, I said “good job”.  She had no idea I was “hunting her down”. J Paul and Clare kept up their positive words as well as their updates on my position in relation to the woman in front.  Then I was told me she’d gone into the food tent for a rest so that put me into 11th place. I set my sights on the next person in front of me.  He took longer to pass but eventually I did and moved into 10th place, with Paul, Clare and others cheering me on. 

By this point, I had given up on trying to walk a whole lap since it was sorer to walk than to run.  Instead, I ran until something like a twinge in my foot or my adductor muscle told me I needed a break.  I was now focusing on getting as much distance as I could in the closing stages of the race.  I still had constant feedback from Paul and Clare, each one of them updating me on my distance every 2-3 laps.  I cheered as I reached and surpassed my distance from last year, I cheered as I reached 78 km then 79 km and then there was only a couple of minutes to go so I ran my heart out, even sprinting (or it felt like I was sprinting) in the final minute to see just how close to 80 km I could get.  The last 30 seconds felt like the longest I had ever run.  It turned out it was.  The loudspeaker had stopped working so I ran an extra 20 seconds because I didn’t hear the call to STOP! 

The funniest sight of the night was watching Paul running across the field towards me, chair in hand, trying to judge where I would finish!!  I plonked myself down into the chair and Paul wrapped a blanket around me.  Diane arrived to give me a hug. I lay down on the ground and put my feet up on the chair.  While we waited for the final measurements to be taken, Matt, the medic, stopped by to make sure I was okay.  I assured him I was fine and that rather than “needing” to lie down, I had “chosen” to do it, to give my legs a break. 

Once the officials had completed measuring my partial lap, Paul and Diane helped me up, which, in itself, was a hilarious event as I couldn’t seem to sort out where my feet needed to go in order to stand up! It was only as I started to walk that I noticed just how sore my toes and feet were and I could barely move!!  It never ceases to amaze me how our bodies can just keep on giving until we stop and then they say, “I’ve had enough!”

My official distance was 79.882 km in 12 hours (okay, 12:00:20) and I couldn’t help but think “if only I hadn’t stopped to sit and rest” and “if only I had skipped that last rather useless bathroom break” I would have reached 80 km.  Of course, there are no “if only’s”.  There is only what happened and what happened is that, after initially asking myself why I was running around in circles, I found something to focus on and before I knew it, 12 hours was up and I had a new PB for a 12 hr track race.  Something I was quite excited about and proud of myself for accomplishing!

March 18, 2017
Australian Institute of Sport, Canberra, ACT
Kilted to Kick Cancer 12 hour track race