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Posted in Dublin Marathon, Great North Run, marathon, non-linear periodisation, training
Tags: Dublin Marathon, Great North Run, injury, Paris
I haven’t blogged for a while, but with good reason. Two weeks ago, I moved up to the full version of my training plan. However, this proved to be a bit of a disappointment. Well, that’s a bit of an understatement actually. It was terrible. The training through the week was exhausting but not at a level I couldn’t handle. Then on Friday things fell apart.
Whilst training for Paris, I noticed a twinge around my knee. I ignored it until after the race, then treated it by doing some special targeted stretches for two weeks. However, after the first week of intensive training again, this old injury returned, but this time it was much worse. With a week to go before my Yorkshire Three Peaks attempt, I decided to rest for that week and use it as an informal taper week.
That Three Peaks attempt has since put paid to any hopes of running in the next few weeks. I must have pulled a muscle or something similar whilst scrambling down Ingleborough, which I didn’t really notice at the time, but now it hurts whenever I walk for longer than fifteen minutes. It would be impossible (and foolish) to do any running in this condition, so until I can get this problem resolved, there will be no running for now.
All of this has left me tremendously demotivated. I definitely won’t be able to break my 10K PB in the Leeds 10K (in three weeks) and the length of time my recovery needs may seriously jeopardise my plans for PBs in the Great North Run and the Dublin Marathon in October.
Posted May 29th, 2009 by Simon
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Posted in Dublin Marathon, Scarborough, marathon, non-linear periodisation, training
Tags: Dublin Marathon, fartlek, headland, marathon, North Bay, Northstead Manor Gardens, Scarborough, South Bay, training
For the last two weeks I’ve been following a very gentle schedule of three-mile runs three times a week and a six-mile long run on Sunday. Now, however, I’ve decided that I’m fit and well recovered enough to step it up a gear.
So this week I’m starting my full training schedule. I’ve also decided, following my performance at the Paris Marathon, to use the non-linear periodisation system again. Hopefully I’ll be able to smash my marathon PB by running the Dublin Marathon in 4h30m00s – that’s my goal anyway.
Friday’s schedule called for 5 miles easy with 6 x 30 second fartlek intervals. The first time I saw what mileage I had to cover, I thought it sounded like a big ask. I’ve still got memories of how tiring this session used to be, especially with the fartlek intervals, which really knackered me out.
However, once I got out there I discovered I didn’t really need to put in any extra effort into running the five miles (except for running around the headland – the wind was quite strong and was a struggle to run against sometimes). What really pleasantly surprised me though was my peformance during the fartlek intervals.
The last time I regularly did this kind of session, I looked upon intervals with some trepidation because after each interval I was always exhausted. This time though I managed to breeze through them. I was even able to increase my pace in each progressive interval, which was something I definitely couldn’t have done last time. Previously I would start out running each interval really fast and then slow down through tiredness in each following interval.
So after the first week back to “normal” training, I’m generally quite impressed with my state of fitness. As usual, I seem to have underestimated my ability again, as I appear to be fitter than I give myself credit for. Using this training plan to train for Paris seems to have really boosted my general levels of fitness, aerobic endurance and stamina. Not bad!
Posted May 12th, 2009 by Simon
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Posted in North Bay, Paris Marathon, Scarborough, marathon, non-linear periodisation, training
Tags: 2009, Christmas, cold, Dublin Marathon, Great North Run, holiday, holidays, ill, Leeds 10K, New Year, Paris Marathon 2009, training
OK, so it may be a bit late for that, but I’ve been on holiday for the past couple of weeks and this is the first chance I’ve had to update my blog.
I think this is a good point to update you with what my running-related plans are for this year. Training is well under way for the Paris Marathon, which I’ve been accepted into.
After that, there’s the Leeds 10k in June, which I’ve also applied for. I don’t know if I’ve got in yet, but since I ran last year I’m not worried about not getting a place.
Then there’s a gap over the rest of summer until September, when I hope to be running in the Great North Run. This is the world’s largest half-marathon, so places are assigned via a ballot system.
Finally, my last major run of 2009 will the Dublin Marathon (again). I really enjoyed running it last year, so I applied for this years’ run almost as soon as entries opened.
Unfortunately, I managed to pick up a cold between getting on the plane over there at the end of my holiday and getting off over here. I was seriously annoyed, but I’ve got over the worst of it now. Nevertheless, I didn’t want it to get in the way of my Paris Marathon training, so on Saturday I went out for my first run of 2009.
The usual advice is not to run whilst ill, however, it can actually be beneficial to do a short run if you have a cold, because it helps the clear the airways (Disclaimer: Don’t go running if you have a cold with a fever or chesty cough). There was a lot of sniffling going on, which was annoying, but I was pleasantly surprised by the fact I didn’t need to put too much effort in, nor did I feel really tired by the end of it. Probably the opposite in fact.
I was worried I might have lost a lot of fitness over Christmas, but it looks like I needn’t have bothered, as those three weeks of training before my Christmas holiday appeared to have paid off.
Posted January 29th, 2009 by Simon
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Posted in Dublin Marathon, marathon
Tags: Dublin, Dublin Marathon, Dublin Marathon 2008, Edinburgh Marathon 2008, energy stations, exhaustion, pain, the big one, the finish, water stations
As I gradually slowed down, the mile markers came slower and slower. I was still confident I could make my target time, though I realised that it would be close. Any thoughts of a faster time than that evaporated.
Running on what dwindling dregs of energy I had remaining, I made it to the next water and energy station between miles twenty and twenty-one. By now I was close to hitting the wall. I took on two bottles of water at this station, because I felt like I desperately needed it. This station was also giving out small packs of gummy sweets, so I took a pack for energy and as a distraction. I also took two bottles of water; I drank one straight away and held onto the other one to drink between now and the next water station. The fact I felt I needed to take on extra water in between stations was an indication of my condition at this point.
From that water station on Fosters Avenue, it was a short distance to the next turn left onto Stillorgan Road. Stillorgan Road is a major artery into the city, with two lanes in either direction, so once again I was unnerved by the roar of passing traffic. The marathon only followed that for a short while before it followed the slip road onto a flyover. I ate some of my gummy sweets at this point to try and distract me again, but it wasn’t really working. I did feel strange again running up a road where usually I’d be run over in a second.
On the bridge crossing over Stillorgan Road, there was a St John Ambulance station offering Vaseline, but I was already greased up enough. The marathon followed the slip road back down onto Stillorgan Road but I didn’t feel quite as disconcerted running on a main road this time, possibly because I was so tired and possibly because the traffic was coming towards me, rather than from behind me.
The next milestone was a water station on Nutley Road. I needed water and a toilet break, but I really didn’t want to stop, because I knew it would be extremely difficult to get started again. At this point I noticed the first rumblings in my stomach and bowels. All was not well down there, but I wouldn’t really find out about that until after the race.
Like I thought, I was in such pain, that I didn’t start running again immediately after leaving the toilet. I took a short walking start, turning the corner onto Merrion Road, then, to the shouts of encouragement from bystanders, I pushed myself into starting running again. I wasn’t tempted to take a longer walking break because I knew if I did, it would slow me down overall so much I would probably not be able to make my target time.
Whilst I was running the marathon, I didn’t take much notice of what road I was on, I just followed the markers which indicated the direction of the route. I believed that concentrating on running the marathon and monitoring my own condition was more important than precisely knowing the route. However, the disadvantage of this approach was that I was unaware of just how close I was to the city centre and thus the finish line. Had I known that, It would have been a fantastic boost. What it did mean however was that the marathon was working it’s way back north towards the city centre and the finish.
Merrion Road seemed unending. It was partly due to the fact I was so tired and in so much pain and also, like Crumlin Road earlier on, it was just a long, boring stretch of road to run along. I continually asked myself, “We must be getting close to the city centre by now”, but still the surroundings told me we were still in the suburbs and (I presumed) nowhere near the centre. I didn’t really realise that the marathon was closer to the centre than I thought until it turned onto Shelbourne Road. The road was lined with fewer trees, there were more shops on each side of the road and it was clear we were leaving the leafy suburbs behind.
Running along Shelbourne Road, I felt a small boost from knowing that we were definitely getting closer to the city centre. The closer the marathon came to the centre, the busier the streets became and the more the atmosphere changed to that of a bustling city centre.At about mile twenty-four, Shelbourne Road led onto Grand Canal Street, which led the marathon into the city centre, at last.
At the last water station, I grabbed a last bottle of water, but I think my body had had just about enough water as it could take, so I kept the bottle to sip along the last mile. A mile later, at the twenty-five mile marker, I passed Hollies Street, which I had run down some five hours earlier. I was so lost in concentration that I didn’t even notice that I was retracing steps from that morning.
I did have enough presence of mind, however, to look out for my support team. We had arranged to rendez-vous around the twenty-five mile marker on Fenian Street, so I was trying to keep a look out whilst not looking too far ahead. In the latter stages of the marathon when it was painful, I ran looking straight down at the road, because looking ahead I would feel overwhelmed by the remaining distance and get an unbearable urge to stop and start walking.
Running up Fenian Place, I caught sight of them lined up across the wide road. They all fiddled with their cameras and cheered me on. This was a massive boost as I was really feeling a bit low at this point. Catching up with them also meant that I was tangibly close to the finish line. Whilst they had a five-minute walk down Merrion Street to the finish, I still had a gruelling mile and 385 yards to run before I would allow myself to stop.
The marathon turned right onto Westland Street then left onto Pearse Street, which now seemed vaguely familiar from this morning. When the route curved around the grounds of Trinity College, I began to feel the worst effects of my last-mile push. I developed a throbbing headache which made my temples pound. I really just wanted to stop and collapse, just to give my feet and muscles a break from the constant pain.
There was a slight gradient on Grafton Street, but I was so tired and in so much pain it took a disproportionate amount of effort to get to the top and turn left onto Nassau Street. I knew I was so close to the finish now, but this street was deceptively long. Not just that, but my stomach trouble from earlier returned with that headache. I felt like the water was drinking may have been adding to the problem, so I threw away the half-full bottle and just kept running. Just before the final turn onto Merrion Square West, I had some stomach cramps, which would usually have stopped me from running, but I decided that being so close to the finish, I would just try and ignore them and deal with them after the finish.
I turned the corner and headed for the finish. Right up until a few metres from the finish line, I was scanning the crowds for my support crew and trying to get myself in a good position for the finish-line photographs they would be taking.
A few metres from the finish line, I looked at the clock on the timing gantry and it was ticking close to my target, so I mustered an absolute, desperate, last-minute dash across the line. I would have been gutted to find out, after all that effort, that I missed my target by such a close margin, but I needn’t have worried. I crossed the line as the clock struck exactly 5h30m00s.
As soon as I crossed the line I stopped running and started walking. I noticed immediately how soon I cooled down and I noticed again how cold it was. The worst thing I could have done at this point would have been to stop or collapse from exhaustion, not least because it would have been an obstruction but mainly because my muscles would have locked up and I probably wouldn’t be able to move at all.
I moved through the finisher processing on Merrion Square South, posing for my finisher photograph and then picked up my finisher’s goodie bag. Then it was time to attend to my stomach trouble. I think I may have drunk too much water during the marathon, which is what I suspect gave me the headache and stomach cramps, unlike Edinburgh where I felt I drank too little.
A good fifteen minutes later I left the finisher’s processing area and rejoined my support crew. They took some more photographs, then we decided to walk back to the hotel. Walking back along Clare Street, watching the rest of the runners finish, we saw the pint of Guinness pass us by. As for the Toucan, he and the pint became separated and the Toucan finished in a respectable sub-four hour time. Later I read that the man in the Toucan outfit was none other than the heir to the Guinness brewery fortune and the pint was his friend. Which is nice.
A few days later the official chip times were released which stated that I had met my target by completing the marathon in a time of 5h27m47s. I’m very pleased with that. It is also exactly one hour and one second faster than my previous personal best, set in Edinburgh.
Without doubt, the Dublin Marathon was one of the best, most enjoyable things I’ve ever done. It is the best marathon I’ve ever run, in terms of time and strategy. More than that, however, was the atmosphere. Dublin is called the “Friendly marathon” and after running it, I can definitely see why. At every stage of the race, there was always someone prepared to shout some words of encouragement, even if it was just someone who was passing by.
I was so impressed by the marathon and I enjoyed it so much that I think I may do it again next year. Perhaps I might even try to break my PB again.
If you’re wondering about doing a marathon, just get out there and start training. The high for me didn’t come until a day or two afterwards, after my achievement sank in, but when it does, it’s an incredible feeling.
Posted November 16th, 2008 by Simon
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Posted in Dublin Marathon, marathon
Tags: Crumlin, Dublin, Dublin Marathon, Dublin Marathon 2008, energy gels, energy stations, exhaustion, half-marathon, Merrion, Milltown, pain, Terenure, the big one, Walkinstown, water stations
Miles fourteen – eighteen were probably the highlight of this marathon. The running was mainly through pleasant tree-lined suburbs with plenty of supporters and onlookers. I was pleased to see how some Dubliners had taken the spirit of the day to their hearts and made the event into a kind of street party, bringing their hi-fis out into the street and pumping out “motivational” songs like Survivor’s Eye of the Tiger.
Another person further along had done the same thing but he was playing some rousing classical piece which I didn’t recognise.
Passing the water station at mile fifteen felt like a proud moment. even though I felt a bit tired, I still felt like I was powering through the miles and the more I compared my performance to Edinburgh, the better I felt.
Running down Kimmage Road West, the Toucan and the pint of Guinness caught up with me. The toucan appeared to be in fine shape, but the pint of Guinness was looking a little more worse for wear. Taking a sharp right-turn onto Fortfield Road, the toucan overtook me and charged off. “We’ve been overtaken by a toucan!”, another runner quipped. The pint of Guinness fell behind me again though and I didn’t see him again until I was walking back along the finish line.
The marathon reached it’s most southerly point at the bottom of Fortfield Road, then took another sharp turn onto Templeogue Road. This was another rather nice section of the race, running through plenty of greenery opposite Terenure College. I had been taking my energy gels regularly and so far all that training I had done was paying off in spades. However, the furthest I had ever run in my training was fifteen miles, which I passed on Fortfield Road. I was into unknown territory here.
Between miles sixteen and seventeen, I started to get a nervous, empty feeling. It was basically my stomach telling me that I was running out of energy. I felt like I was free-wheeling, running on empty, until the next water station. What I needed was to take on more energy, but I was still a fair way from the next water and energy station.
It wasn’t until I was half-way down Milltown Road on mile eighteen that I got to the energy and water station.I didn’t realise how tired I was until I slowed down to pick up some water. Since they were also giving out energy drinks here, I decided to take one of those too. I had my hands full trying to take my energy gel whilst also holding onto two bottles, but eventually ate and drank them all.
From here the hard slog began. From this point I felt like I was really flagging and my tiredness seemed to be washing over me like waves. It was relentless. I knew I couldn’t just run through this like earlier though because I didn’t feel like I had the extra energy to give. There was nothing left over, none to spare. I felt like I had just enough to get my round. The relative “easiness” (and I do mean relative, because marathon running can never be described as easy) of the past couple of miles was a thing of the past.
From here on, it just got harder and harder and harder. I only had six miles to go, which was a standard easy distance during training, but now it seemed like someone had asked me to run another thousand miles. My feet were starting to burn and my leg muscles were starting to ache so badly it was difficult to distract myself from the pain. I couldn’t ignore it by eating sweets or anything else, it was a constant reminder, always there, nagging me.
The worst thing of all was that I knew none of this would be getting any better until way beyond the finish line. I was actively punishing my body, pushing it beyond its limits and it wouldn’t let me forget it until at least a few days after the marathon.
Posted November 16th, 2008 by Simon
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Posted in Dublin Marathon, marathon
Tags: Dublin, Dublin Marathon, Dublin Marathon 2008, the big one, the start line
On the morning of the marathon I woke up fairly early, around seven. After I made myself respectable, I started on my warm-ups. Not being a morning person, exercising at this time of day is not something I particular enjoy, but it’s a necessary evil. Once I’d finished that, I made my last-minute preparations for the marathon, filling every pocket I had with energy gels.
After Edinburgh, I’d decided to invest in an arm-wallet, which allowed me to carry extra energy gels. If Edinburgh was anything to go by, I’d be needing them! I left Dad in bed, still dozing away whilst I went down for breakfast.
My Dad and the rest of the support crew had decided to return to the hotel to have their breakfast after I had set off, which was a charming thought – as I would be pounding the streets of Dublin, they would be enjoying a “Full Irish” breakfast!
So we all congregated in the hotel lobby and set off on the 1.5 mile walk to the start line. The lengthy walk would, I hoped, serve as a warm-up, seen as I hadn’t decided to do a short pre-race run this time. It was a fresh, crisp morning and very cold. The sun was hiding behind clouds, so we go the light but not the warmth. It was very cold. I wasn’t looking forward to the point where I would have to take off my jumper and jogging bottoms because I knew there would be a lot of hanging around waiting to start.
When we got to the start line, (view a map of the route – external link) at the junction of Lower Fitzwilliam Street and Merrion Square East, I had to say goodbye to my support team and be funnelled through into one of the pens. So I got changed there and then, pinned my race number to my running shirt and clipped on my pace band. Then I entered the runners-only section on Merrion Square South to join all the other runners. Merrion Square South was full of runners, depositing their kit-bags, taking toilet breaks, getting changed and warming up.
I followed the instructions of the race marshals and walked all the way around the block, walking down Merrion Street. All the “green numbered” runners then had to turn again onto Lower Baggott Street (although some runners took a crafty and rather pointless shortcut down Fitzwilliam Lane and Baggotrain Place to cut the corner off). Finally all the runners took another left turn back onto Lower Fitzwilliam Street.
I gave my Dad a ring on my mobile to see if he was anywhere near me and found him and the support crew waiting just a few dozen yards away on the pavement. They’d made their way down from the start line to try and see if they could see me. I moved as far up the crowd as I could until it became too dense to carry on. The start line was only a hundred yards in front of me and there was a great carnival atmosphere. On one of the side streets a kettle-drum band was bashing out a rhythm to get everyone in the mood.
As I thought, I was standing around for a good fifteen minutes before everyone got under way. I tried to stay warm by doing some last-minute warm-ups, but there was no disguising just how cold it was. My support crew took plenty of photos, including some of me (which make for an interesting before and after comparison).
At about ten to nine, the announcer piped up and asked for quiet whilst the Irish national anthem was played. How was I feeling? Well, I had plenty of nervous energy as ever, but this was balanced out by my faith in the tremendous amounts of training I’d put in – more than ever before. So I was confident I’d be able to complete the race in my target time of under 5h30m.
Now one of the things I’m used to is seeing runners walk around in the pen wearing bin-liners (seriously) to keep themselves warm whilst waiting. What I’ve never seen before was clothes being thrown from the middle of the crowd onto the pavement. This was a rather bizarre sight, watching jumpers, jogging bottoms and other bits of clothing flying about minutes before the start. The spectators had to be careful not to be hit by airborne clothing!
Finally, at 08:55, the wheelchair competitors set off and the crowd moved forward. At 09:00, the rest of the field set off, including me. Everyone walked towards the start. I waved goodbye to my support crew and started jogging slowly. When I crossed the start line, I set my stopwatch going on my mobile, which I would be using to track my pace and make sure I wasn’t going too fast, especially in the early stages.
By the time I crossed the start line, I realised just how cold my hands were, because they were nearly numb!
Posted November 9th, 2008 by Simon
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Posted in Dublin Marathon, marathon
Tags: Dublin, Dublin Marathon, Dublin Marathon 2008, marathon, personal best, picture
Just minutes after completing the Dublin Marathon 2008
Just a quick note to say that I successfully completed the Dublin Marathon 2008 on Monday in a PB-smashing time of 5h:27m:47s.
I’ll be posting a fuller account later. In the meantime, I’d just like to say thank you to everyone who supported me and gave generously. If you haven’t donated, you’re not too late – my justgiving.com fundraising page will be accepting donations right up until the end of January next year.
Posted October 30th, 2008 by Simon
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Posted in Dublin Marathon, North Bay, Scarborough, South Bay, marathon, training
Tags: 11 miles, aches, agony, Dublin Marathon, energy gels, exhaustion, headland, marathon, North Bay, pain, pains, Peasholm Glen, Peasholm Park, Sea Life Centre, six miles, South Bay, The Royal, tiredness, training
That might seem a tad over-dramatic now, but I assure you my Tuesday training run was, literally, agonising. After a days rest from my Sunday long run (of 11 miles), I began the weekday schedule by doing the usual six miles. The first mile was hard, but then it always is, as my muscles warm up to optimal operating conditons.
Then the second mile was just as hard. Usually, it gets a little easier, the aches and pains wear off and I can concentrate on running the distance. Not today. It just got harder and harder. I was running my normal route of going round the headland, around the South Bay, back around the headland and along the North Bay and through the parks. When I reached the Sea Life Centre, I almost stopped as I turned around to head towards Peasholm Park, but I knew that if I stopped it would be twice as hard (and painful) to get going again.
So I struggled on, plodding away trying to ignore my aching leg muscles. By the time I was a short distance into the Peasholm Park leg, on the final mile of my route, I gave in and started walking instead. It wasn’t just my legs that were being tortured – my feet were on fire!
From there I walked the rest of the route. As I emerged from Peasholm Glen, I was started by a tremendous BANG! from the other side of the lake. It took me a few moments to realise that it was a television crew who were filming an episode of The Royal.
The exhaustion of this run has once again made my doubt my ability to run the marathon in my target time of 5h30m and rudely reminded me of just how hard and difficult running a marathon is.
Posted October 2nd, 2008 by Simon
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Posted in Dublin Marathon, North Bay, Scarborough, South Bay, marathon, training
Tags: Aquarium Top, blisters, Dublin Marathon, Edinburgh Marathon, energy gels, energy supplements, exhaustion, five mile, headland, nine mile, North Bay, Peasholm Park, Scarborough Spa, six mile, socks, South Bay, training
This week has been mostly about allowing my blistered feet to recover. So on Tuesday I did an easy five mile run. It should have been six, but I knocked a mile off to help prevent blisters from occurring again. It was tiring, but well within my capability again.
Fortunately, my feet seem to have adjusted to my new socks and I didn’t get any new blisters from that. So continued on Wednesday with a six-mile run, along the usual route, which was again, very tiring. I decided that in order to meet my target time of 5h:30m, that I would not train on Thursday or Friday, but instead give myself a chance to rest before the long runs of the weekend.
It was surprising just how much I missed running after just two days. When you get used to running five days a week, having a day or two off really becomes noticeable. On Saturday I did another six-mile run along the usual route which was again moderately tiring.
Sunday was a day I was looking forward to, but with a certain apprehension. Sunday’s run called for a ten-mile run – the longest yet in my training for Dublin. On each subsequent Sunday the distance will increase dramatically – next week is 12 miles, the week after 14 miles and so on. This means I’m finally moving out of the mild build-up section of the training into the hardcore fitness building section.
My route for this fairly epic nine-mile run took me from my usual starting point, around the headland and across South Bay to the Aquarium Top roundabout. From there I continued on towards the Spa and ran about as far as the old Victorian sea defences stretched, which is basically where the South Bay finishes. Then I ran up and down a gravelly hill and re-traced my steps all the way back to the roundabout, where I ran up Valley road, passing under Valley Bridge. A few meters after that I turned around and headed back towards the roundabout.
From there, I ran all the way back along the South Bay, around the headland and followed my usual route to the finish, where I started from. I had set out fairly late, having forgotten several things, including my energy gels, which I would use for the first time whilst training for the Dublin Marathon, which put me behind my desired start time, so by the time I was running back along the South Bay, the streets were getting fairly busy and I had to a lot of weaving and dodging, which I don’t like doing because it breaks my concentration.
I wasn’t feeling very tired at all at that point, but then I had only done about four miles. By the time I was running around Peasholm Park, with eight miles behind me, I was really feeling it. I’m talking serious exhaustion here, almost slowing down to walking pace. However, I didn’t let a little thing like fatigue stop me, knowing how i’ve suffered much greater exhaustion when running the Edinburgh Marathon, I could handle this. It wasn’t pleasant, but I stuck in there and made my home, an hour and forty-five minutes after I set off.
Posted September 22nd, 2008 by Simon
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Posted in Dublin Marathon, marathon, training
Tags: blisters, doubt, Dublin Marathon, feet, illness, marathon, six miles, socks
Training has stalled yet again by the fact that my blisters now have their own blisters. This is not a good situation.
I managed my six-mile run on Tuesday, but the fact I was wearing in a new pair of running socks (which are, ironically, supposed to prevent rubbing and blisters) meant new blisters formed over other semi-healed older blisters.
The whole reason I was wearing in some new socks in the first place was because my other trusty pair, which have protected me from the worst of blisters and rubbing since I started wearing them over a year ago now, have finally worn out. This is how I gained my first batch of blisters a couple of days ago.
So, to put an end to this merry-go-round, I’ve reluctantly decided to skip training until my blisters have healed to an acceptable degree. Unfortunately, this does mean that I will fall further behind with my training schedule. So the chances of me reaching my target time appear to be getting more and more remote.
Posted September 15th, 2008 by Simon
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