Saturday 19 May 2012

Week 10. The End of the Beginning!

Wow, how to start tonight's blog? This last one. This ending of something that has been so momentous for me. Not alone have I completed the C25K programme but I have now participated in and completed my first official run of 4 miles (6.5k).

We did a couple of runs the week before the Fota event. One 4 miler with a 3 minute walk in the middle and a 2 mile run at a bit faster pace. As race day dawned I hadn't actually run 4 miles without stopping. This fact didn't bother me excessively and any apprehension was overshadowed by the excitement surrounding the occasion. My super - thoughtful daughter / trainer Abbie added to the bouyant atmosphere by giving me two gifts: a diary in which I can log my future runs and a Tee - shirt that says 'Opt In' in large lime green letters on the back.

The weather was overcast but dry as we met met my personal 'support team' at the entrance. My mum, my dad and his partner and my 5 year old son were there to cheer me on (or get the laugh of a lifetime) They joked nervously about the run, while Abbie, my husband Adrian and I pinned on our numbers. We left them close to the finish line and walked down to the start.

I was in no way prepared for the volume of participants. As we stood in our estimated time zone (45 - 50 minutes) we were completely hemmed in. It was an odd sensation after the last 10 weeks of just Abbie and I running together. After a few minutes the group began to break up a bit and I found my stride and breath and began to settle into the run.

The course is around a wildlife park, arboretum and gardens. It is generally flat with a few shortish up hill sections and gentler downhill stretches. First section is a 1 mile route around the wildlife park which flew past. The second section is 2 miles through the park & gardens. This is my generally dreaded middle section, however, I found myself feeling good after 2 miles and settling into my zone after 3 miles - I was on the home stretch! The final section is around the wild life park again and with great encouragement from Abbie & Adrian we stuck to our 11 minute mile pace.

Around 500 yards before the finish we met the short steep hill by the Cheetah enclosure for the second time. The first time round we laughed at the top of it with a 'phew - that was steep' kinda joke. The second time I had over 3.5 miles under my belt and the pain in my thighs reached a whole new level.

This was the point I hadn't reached since I began this journey on the 1st March. I had battled with my brain so much more than my body. I thought I had experienced pain but wow, this was so far beyond that point. It was as if my thighs were made of lead and on fire at the same time! I could see Abbie and Adrian ahead of me and hear them calling me, but suddenly from behind, came a completely unknown voice saying - 'come on Sara! You can do it!' (A friend of a friend had recognised my Tee - Shirt) and I don't know if it was the surprise, the encouragement, or the downright big - headedness of not letting myself down but I got up that hill.

The emotion was phenomenal and maybe it's a really stupid thing for a blogger to say but... it was too personal to describe. The finish was a short flat stretch away and almost immediately I could hear 'the support team' calling my name. So finish I did, in the better than expected time of 44:20.

10 weeks ago I had never run any distance, ever. I hadn't exercised in around 5 years and was unfit, overweight and fed up, opting out of more and more. Too young to give up but feeling too old to try anything new.

C25k has changed so much of that for me. In 10 weeks I have learned that I am physically capable of so much more than I gave myself credit for. I have risen to the challenge and built the ability to run 5k in 8 weeks and completed 6.5k in 10 weeks and what's more is I will continue to run.... because I WANT to.

I also want to do more. Who knows what that could be? The possibilites are endless. One thing is for sure I will NEVER opt out again. I will never miss out on an experience because I'm not up for the challenge. I'm Opting In to life, for life!

 Before!

After!


Thanks to one and all for the support. Huge thanks to Abbie, who will never miss an opportunity due to her unfailing can - do attitude. I'm one proud mum.

Tuesday 8 May 2012

Week 8

I ran 5k for the first time in my life last night.

We started out later than usual. My daughter  ( /trainer/drill sergeant)  is studying hard for major exams in 4 weeks time and we wait until she's finished studying to go. So we found ourselves in the car at 9:15pm heading for the 'Crosshaven walk' which is a stunning public walk, built on an old riverside rail track, near our home.

It should probably be noted at this stage that I have diligently avoided this local beauty spot for years. I actually loathed it and allowed it to become my nemesis, totally 'opting out' of any walks with friends etc that took place there. (Clearly I was avoiding the exercise more than the geographical location....but hey - hindsight!) Then, a couple of weeks ago when the programme's step up in distance became more difficult, I was forced to overcome my irrational loathing and run there on the seductively flat route.

The air of excitement owing to this being our 'graduation night' was tempered by the deserted carpark and the fact that we would be hard pressed to get back before dark. Off we went. Abbie was her usual chirpy self, peppering the first 10 minutes with little stories and her funny observations about the run and at this point I could even answer her (ok maybe it's only grunting a word or two back but that's a big improvement ok).

The second mile is generally more tense and last night was no exception. This is where the pains in the shins / calves kick in and I start to really concentrate on my breathing. This is where the battle is fought, far enough in to hurt, but not far enough to see the light at the end of the tunnel. This battle takes place not in my calves, thighs or overburdened lungs. This battle is fought completely in my mind. If I allow my thoughts to become negative, this middle mile becomes my own private hell. At this point the mantras that I have developed over the last 9 weeks get repeated over and over. After around 100 repetitions of 'No opting out!' followed by a similar amount  of 'just one foot in front of the other' and my personal favourite 'just follow her, you can do it!' I see the railway signal that is one mile from the finish.

After that, it get's easier. Well, maybe easier is the wrong word but my internal barometer goes from stormy to a kind of calm. I hear Abbie's voice again (I swear I hear nothing that middle mile!) and she sounds happy too. Every glance she makes at the distance tracker and every 0.1 of a mile is lifting me higher. Her 'keep it up Mum' and 'going really well' comments have me smiling now. Then she says 'only 0.3 of a mile left Mum' and I think to myself, I'm not beaten - sprint finish! To Abbie's delight I crank up the pace and go that last leg faster than I have run before.

All that in 35 minutes - 3.2 miles or 5k. Check that off the list!

Next stop 4 mile run 17th May. Now, logically maybe I should wonder how I'm going to increase from 5 to 6.5k in a week, but actually I'm not. I've got something stronger than logic. I've got BELIEF.

See ya at the finish line ;)