I’m not sure I am someone who could ever really be much good at running marathons. I’d at least like to get a few more years running under my belt before I try and run them hard.
Anyway, I made a few running promises to myself this year and one of them was to do a marathon, to sort of, ‘get it out of the way’ so I could continue to focus on 10k.
After cracking 40 minutes for 10k – I skinned it in 39:55 with a sprint finish even though I had no idea what the time was on the clock [remember that fact] – I decided to look for a marathon that I could do that was local and sometime in September/October (due to a little bet). The Farnham Pilgrim Marathon fit the bill.
It’s a trail marathon and I was expecting it to be hilly-ish. I had trained for 16 weeks on three steep, long hills in Guildford. But WOW. It wasn’t anything like enough. This run (if you can call it a run at the speed I did it) was horrific. Most of the hills weren’t that steep, but they were long. As a result, at the halfway point (2 hours, by the way) my quads were shot.
And that led to a lot of comedy running styles, a lot of cramps, a bit of a twist in my left knee at about 22 miles and a lot of walking. I wouldn’t be surprised if I walked 5 miles of the last half (and frankly halfway felt like 20 miles – I knew it was going to be a hard slog home).
That, compounded with the broken rhythm and sloshy stomach from drinking at pretty much every station, made for a bit of a misery march.
There was a lot of muttering of “why did I think this would be fun”, and “man up” and “that guy looks about ninety and he’s running faster than me”* or in fact “that guy could pass on before I finish”.
Nevertheless, of course, I’m thrilled to have done it. I’m in two minds about whether I want to get the London Marathon place I entered into the ballot for. Give me a road any day but… Yeah.
After that glowing endorsement, I can heartily recommend doing the Farnham Pilgrim. The organisation and the volunteers were amazing, it was a beautiful course, and everyone was sickeningly friendly. To the point where I only heard one ungodly word muttered all day. Do it. Honestly.
Thank yous
- Thanks to everyone who’s taken interest in the fact that I was running and chatted to me about it over the past few months. I know you’re all bored of hearing me go on about running so I’ll do my best to ‘keep it down’ a bit.
- Particularly Hearn who has been behind me all the way, Darren who cycled alongside me during training and can vouch that the 21 mile training run was extremely hilly and I did do it on course for a 4 hour time for the whole distance (that’s how bad I found the hills today), and Webb and Bára who turned up at the finish to see me. I really appreciate that! (Sorry I left you waiting around for an hour).
- And Bára again for telling me that other than one big hill it was a ‘flat’ trail. Cheers.
- The Marshall who told me “this is a bit of a difficult one for your first” about 2 miles from the end.
- The chap who wouldn’t let me walk any of the last half mile and sped up to help me sprint the last 50m [and, no, I didn’t know what time was on the clock this time either].
And the time, well I’m not all that thrilled about it. Not because it’s a particularly bad time, but more because I bigged myself up by saying I thought I could go for 3:30-4.
4:29:55. Well. At least it shouldn’t be too hard to beat it next time.
