Thank You!

I just wanted to say a massive thank you to everyone who sponsored me to run the Manchester marathon, Friends of the Dogs Wales and I really appreciate it.

Knowing that I was fundraising for such an amazing cause helped me get through some of the toughest training runs I've ever done, they were brutal but I did it! The Manchester marathon was my first marathon and an amazing experience, I still can't quite believe that I've done it (my write-up is here).

So far you have helped me to raise £468.03 (including gift aid) which is incredible and will help so many doggies who don't have their forever home yet.

Yeah you are!!

My fundraising page is open until 10th July so if you haven't had chance to sponsor me but would still like to then please click here.

Thank you again!!

I Just Ran My First Marathon... And I Nailed It!

On Sunday I ran the Manchester marathon and it was amazing. It was my first marathon and I'd only done one half marathon before so I wasn't really sure what to expect. Ok, I expected pain, pain and more pain.

Yup, pretty much what I was expecting!

The weekend started on Saturday morning when I met some of my running club Pegasus at Cardiff Central train station. I had been packing on and off during the week and may have taken a few too many items.

This is called 'panic packing'!

It wouldn't be a Pegs outing without a selfie so we all squished together.

#PegsOnTour!

I got to the hotel and unpacked then laid out all my running kit for the morning.

I'm ready!

We all got together the night before the marathon to carb load and have a giggle. Sarah arranged for us to eat at Dom Marco and it was fantastic. I've never seen a table full of people drink so much water!

Cheers!

After the meal we all went back to our hotels for an early night. I didn't have the best nights sleep which was to be expected but I woke up feeling confident and excited about the race.

A quick breakfast of porridge and a banana then it was time to get my kit on and jump in a taxi.

Let's go!!

After 3 trips to the toilet and dropping my bag off, it was time to go to the start line. The nerves started to creep in a little bit but I was feeling great and couldn't wait for the marathon to start.

Katie and I looked around us and noticed that spectators were stood in the starting area with the runners, there weren't any marshals around to keep them out of it and for some reason they thought this was acceptable behaviour. I was later told that spectators where also using the portaloos and causing runners to be late for the start - this was also happening along the course and runners were having to wait longer than necessary during their race.

Starting line selfie with Katie

The race started and we crossed the timing mats so started our Garmins. Katie and I kept the pace quite slow so that we wouldn't get carried away and ruin our race in the first mile. It turns out I had more to worry about than my pace. About 1/2 mile in I felt my foot go into a hole in the road and I couldn't get it out quick enough. Splat! I landed on my knees, my hands and also smacked my right shoulder on the ground. Katie pulled me up and we carried on but my hands and knees were stinging like crazy. My left hand was bleeding and I didn't want to look at my knees, my running tights weren't torn so I guessed that my knees were ok. It knocked my confidence for a bit but I knew I had to ignore it and keep going.

Mile 4 and I was photobombed by a Welsh flag!

I kept my pace comfortable and enjoyed the amazing support from the marshals and spectators. Having my name on my running vest was the best decision and about 50% even got my name right. I'm used to being called Sarah instead of Sara so answered with a "whoop whoop" and kept on running.

The miles ticked away but by mile 11 I was feeling tired and my knees were killing me, the finish seemed so far away. I kept plodding on and chatted with a few runners then we were soon at the halfway point. I like the halfway point of any run as I know I'm on my way to the end and I can start counting down the miles.

13.1 miles down... only 13.1 miles to go!

Just after mile 14 I stopped to say hello to Adele, her hubby, their daughter and their 2 border terriers. I met Adele on Twitter, she's also a runner and a big inspiration to me so getting to meet her was brilliant.

Runfie with my run-spiration!

Then it was time to crack on and tick off some more miles. This was the hardest part of the run for me, miles 15-19 seemed to drag and it didn't help that the 19 mile marker was actually at 19.6 miles - a lot of runners freaked out at this point but we pulled ourselves together and stomped on.

A lot of marathon runners say that somewhere between miles 20-23 is when you 'hit the wall' so I was expecting the worst but it never came. After mile 20 I seemed to kick it up a gear and loved the fact that I'd never run this far before. My training runs had stopped at 20 miles so when I hit 20.01 miles I got really excited and the adrenalin was flowing. My knees were still hurting a lot from the fall but even that didn't dampen my fun. I loved mile 20 onwards!

Mile 23 and feeling good!!

Mile 23.1 meant that I was only a parkrun away! Just 5K to go. 3.1 little miles and it would be over and I would be a marathon finisher. 

We came up to a bend in the road and a marshal shouted out that we would be able to see the finish as soon as we got around the corner. Then it happened... I could see the finish in the distance!

I CAN SEE THE FINISH!!

The crowd seemed to be exploding with excitement for us. My name was being called out every few seconds and their amazing support drove me forward.

I sprinted to the finish line and threw my hands in the air!! I had done it. I had finished my first marathon!

I DID IT!!

I crossed the finish line 5 hours 18 minutes and 40 seconds after I crossed the starting line.

My precious...

I picked up my medal and my goody bag then went to find the rest of the Pegs. I'd been messaging them during the last few miles so knew they were in the queue to collect their bags, they'd told me the queue was massive but I hadn't quite realised how long it was. I finally found the end and joined it. It moved really slowly and soon we were being told that runners who had just reached the front had been waiting for over 2 hours. 2 HOURS! I needed food and warm clothes but had to settle for a bag of popcorn from my goody bag and a space blanket which I wore like a cape.

I chatted with a few fellow runners to pass the time and eventually I was getting closer to the front and my Pegs were in sight. They had just collected their bags and came over to keep me company. We all congratulated each other and swapped marathon stories. When my bag was back with me (after only an hour of waiting!) we had a quick group photo.

Very tired and happy Pegs

We went to Hotel Football opposite Old Trafford stadium for a celebratory drink.

We did it!

Now the contents of a goody bag are usually quite normal but now and again they throw in something a bit strange...

I was nearly tempted to suck on the spaghetti

during the baggage queue!

After a quick drink it was time to go back to the hotel to wash off the road and relax. During miles 15-19 I kept thinking about how I was going to have a hot bath with a cuppa tea to rest my achy body. It was bliss!

I showered to get the road off me first!

We all met up again for a meal but everyone was so tired that we weren't out for long. I was exhausted but couldn't actually get to sleep. I laid on the bed and kept looking at my medal. I still can't quite believe that I've run a marathon.

I eventually put my medal on my spare pillow and went to sleep. Monday came and it was time to get the train home.

#PegsOnTour is nearly over!

Now I know what you're all thinking... what happened to your knees Sara? Well here they are; grazed, bruised and swollen but they still carried me 25.5 miles!

This was a few days after the marathon

And this is my pride and joy...

My first marathon medal!

Most runners follow a plan when training for an event and I had mine printed out and stuck to the fridge. Like most plans they are subject to change and mine changed on a pretty regular basis. There are lots of crossings out and amendments but it got me marathon ready. In total I ran 301 miles before the big day!

301 miles!!

Before I ran this marathon I had decided that I wouldn't run another one, not because it would be hard and a challenge but because it takes up a hell of a lot of your life. Well race day changed that, I realised what the sacrifices were for and it was so worth it!!

I want to thank everyone for their encouragement and support. There were times when I didn't think I could do another training run but a quick chat/message with my Besty or one of my Pegs and I was back on it. My family, my friends and my running family got me through this and I am so grateful, I know I couldn't have done this without you.

I also want to thank everyone who sponsored me. You helped me raise £443.04 (including gift aid) for Friends of the Dogs Wales and their gorgeous puppies who deserve to find their forever homes. If you didn't get chance to sponsor me then you can still do so here.

Training for a marathon while grieving for my lovely Dad was incredibly hard but it also gave me something to focus on, it gave me the distraction that I needed at a time when I didn't know how to move forward. Somehow I found a way, one step at a time, one tear at a time, one run at a time. 

Long Run Hell

On Saturday I did my first ever 20 mile run and it was horrendous. It seriously knocked my confidence to the point that I nearly pulled out of doing the Manchester marathon.

I started the morning with my usual light breakfast of a toasted wholemeal muffin with butter and Marmite followed by a banana a couple of hours before my run then I planned my 20 mile route. I knew it would be a tough run so thought I'd try to remember to take a photo at every mile as a way to tick them off and distract myself. I decided to start and finish at Roath Park so drove there and parked my car.

I'll never get tired of this place

The first mile was pretty good, my music was pumping and I was full of energy.

A tree at the end of mile 1

The 'take a photo at the end of every mile' thing didn't last long. Soon I was at Cardiff Bay and mile 5.

The start and finish of my first race as a Peg nearly a year ago

It was a bit of a gloomy day but Cardiff Barrage was still a gorgeous place to run.

(water) Taxi!!

Spring time in Cardiff is made even more beautiful by the daffodils that pop up all over the place.

Running through Cardiff on a Wales rugby match day is a great experience, everyone was so happy and I even got a few cheers to spur me on.

My future husband

Wish I'd been there to watch the match

During miles 12 - 14 my run started to get harder, uncomfortable and I was really struggling. By mile 15 I was sat on a bench sobbing. My whole body ached and I was questioning what I was doing. Why was I putting myself through this? Why did I think I could run a marathon? I cried and cried. I scrolled through my phone trying to decide who to call to come and take me home. I cried some more. I cried until I couldn't breathe.

This year has been the hardest of my life. A big part of me thinks I shouldn't have carried on training for a marathon, I should've made the decision to postpone it until I was ready. Losing my Dad knocked the wind out of me and I spend most of my time feeling sad and exhausted. Running was what I always turn to when life gets a bit tough but the last few weeks have been hell and training for a marathon has sucked the fun out of running for me.

The other part of me knows that Dad would want me to do it and to keep training. He sponsored me so I want to do it. I also want to do it for me, it was always going to feel like an amazing achievement to complete a marathon but to do it after what I've been through will make it so much more special.

I stopped crying and decided to carry on. I'd already run 15 miles so 5 more was do-able, I just had to try.

Mile 15

The last 5 miles are a bit of a blur. All I remember is getting back to Roath Park and having 1/2 a mile to go. I ran lamp post to lamp post, I kept my head down and I just slogged it out. Finally my Garmin beeped that I had reach mile 20. I had done it. I had run 20 miles in under 4 hours... just. I got in my car and I cried. I was relieved and I was sad. 

20 miles in 3:59:55!

I drove home, had a bath and some food then flaked out on the sofa. I was still feeling numb, sore and emotionally drained. I knew I was going to keep marathon training but the thought filled me with dread, it still does. I want to do it but I also want it over and done with.

I know that when my last long run is done on Friday and I start tapering then all this will be nearly forgotten and I'll start to get excited about the marathon again. I need to keep in mind the other reason why I'm doing this and that is to raise some money for all those poor dogs without their forever homes. I can't adopt them all so I want to raise as much as possible to help the amazing people at Friends of the Dogs Wales look after them.

My running vest for the big day!

So now I have to mentally prepare for my next and final 20 mile run otherwise it will be just as bad as this one was. I think the fact that it's my last long run before tapering and carb loading will help. I am so looking forward to the carb loading!!

I'm Back! In Your Face Injury!

After 2 & 1/2 weeks of no running and 3 sessions with my amazing physio Carolin at DTR Clinic in Cardiff I am back running again. In your face injury!

Physio session number 2 included more of the zappy machine and ultrasound.

Carolin then massaged my calf. I say massaged as that's what she called it but I would probably refer to it more like inflicting punishment as though my calf had hugely offended her. It hurt like **** but all I could do is laugh. I laughed through the pain and willed it to be over.

Apparently my calf is very tight so I have to heat it and then stretch it every day. I was then taped up and sent home.

Session 3 was more of the zappy machine and then my foot was wrapped up in a hot blanket, it was like a day at the spa.

Until Carolin decided to "massage" my calf again. Hello pain! Hello uncontrollable laughter! I think I might be a bit weird.

Carolin then scared the pants off me by saying that she wanted me to do a short run (no more than 20 mins) at the weekend to see how my foot goes. She warned me that it would flare up again but to just rest and ice it afterwards.

You want me to do what??

I got up and put my running kit on then set out for my first run. My foot felt ok, I had a bit of discomfort but then OMG my lungs! They felt like they were on fire!

Am I dying? I think I'm dying!

My run was a total of 1.45 miles and I had to walk twice. TWICE! My foot felt pretty good but my fitness must've upped and moved out.

First post injury run

Carolin had said that if my first run was successful then I was to get back on with my marathon training. My next run was supposed to be a Pegasus club run on Wednesday night but it was chucking it down with rain so I wussed out and hit the treadmill instead.

The dreadmill... how I loath you!

I did a very easy 5k run and had no pain in my foot! My next run was planned for the weekend but first I needed to go running shoe shopping!

My new bad boys!

Winston was clearly impressed!

On Saturday some of my Pegs had planned a 12 mile run and I decided to join them for the first 4 miles. They altered their planned route so that we could do a 4 miles ish loop for me and then they would drop me off and carry on with the rest of their run.

I was pretty scared about doing the run as I wasn't sure how my foot would hold up so was relieved to be doing it with friends. We did a total of 5.5 miles and apart from a few twinges my foot held up nicely. My fitness was better but still not great and the 5.5 miles felt like 15. I know I'll get it back quickly enough though so I'm not too worried.

Pre-run selfie!

Being part of a running club has been the best thing to happen to me and my running. I get to spend time with a group of people who all love running and who also love to support each other. They are awesome!

They kept in contact when I was injured and helped me get back to running when I was scared. I honestly don't think I could've got through this and still feel confident for my marathon without them.

It's only 81 days until the Manchester marathon so now my life is back to running and trying to raise some money for Friends of the Dogs Wales, the work they doing is amazing and saves so many dogs lives. If you can spare some pennies then please click here to help the puppies!