It seems every man and his dog were running in a race today. That is, except me.
I may have mentioned it before but I really, really, really want to do the London Marathon but never got in through the ballot for this year. There’s many reasons I want London but I won’t go into that just now. So no, I wasn’t running London today.
I also wasn’t running the Edinburgh 10 mile race. Mainly because I didn’t really fancy it if I’m honest. I’ve raced 2 ten mile road races recently, didn’t need another. Also there was a Running Sisters 5k I did not opt for. And lastly, there was the Balfron 10k race today. Another one I didn’t run.
But……Joe did. And my #originalrunningbuddy Frazer, who also brought a friend Tristan, ran it too. (Yes I did just use a hashtag).
I was tempted, but I enjoy chasing round the course cheering people on and getting photos. So I was Sherpa Ella for a change. It also meant I could keep an eye on the London Marathon tracker as there were a few from the Road Runners who were in it and a couple of friends too. It’s quite exciting watching it and realising they are running over Tower Bridge right now! (Even if I am insanely jealous of each and every one of those Runners. Jealousy isn’t always a bad thing though. And It WILL be me one day!).
I had an uncomfortable night last night so I was glad for the sun and an excuse for sunglasses to cover it up. It wasn’t hot though and there was a chill in the air – good running conditions really. Car packed and we were off, meeting Frazer there as logistically it made sense (so I’m told, geography still means nothing to me). We found the place easy enough and were able to park with ease. No ‘air line steward’ Marshall here but still friendly. A short walk up the hill to registration and a wait for Frazer.
Hmm. Lots of hills here. Thought it was flat? I had told Joe it was flat. And I thought Frazer had said it was flat. Might have got this wrong. I kept my eye out for any Perth Road Runners as I was sure someone had said there were a few running it. Unfortunately with a 3 year old running circles round the gym hall it was impossible to look for anything – including my sanity.
Once they were off I knew I had about 40 minutes so we headed back to the car to get food for the hungriest little boy in Scotland. His favourite saying is ‘I’m sooooo hungry’. Again. My sanity. Slowly slipping away. I made a cup of tea for my daughter and myself and checked the London app. Everyone was going strong.
We walked slowly back up to the finish and waited at a great spot with a cordoned in grassy area just before the very last corner. I was able to see everyone coming in long before I needed to get my camera ready. I was at the top of a hill afterall – of the ‘flat’ course, whoops. The first few Runners started coming in and I gave myself a good pat on the back for timing it so well. I got this! Joe came in quite near the front and I got some good photos. It was an out and back route and he said he had spotted a Road Runner with rose tattoos – Steph. Frazers friend Tristan was next to come in quite impressively in about 45 minutes. Then Frazer who smashed his time from last year quickly followed by Steph. I got photos of them all being the great photographer I am haha. (In other words I was shouting so loud people moved out the way out of fear more than anything ha ha).
Back home I continued to be glued to the London tracker and I was reminded of just how difficult running can be. One guy from the club was running and he ran the Boston Marathon just 6 days ago! A few I follow on instagram were also running, one was flying through and the other wasn’t having the best run of their life, but they were both doing it. I saw posts from many in the Run Mummy Run community saying members names who were struggling and could we post comments to encourage them. 26.2 miles is hard. I don’t care who you are or what you’re experience is it’s bloody hard! And the toughest people, the ones I respect and admire the most, are the ones who are big enough to admit that. Not make excuses. But admit it is hard.
I probably should have gone out for a run but I’m a bit wary of my hips at the moment. I did 30 miles on the bike yesterday and got to 25 miles before they started screaming which is good progress. To be honest though, the combination of being attached to the London tracker and having a dip last night made me stay in. Joe said to me it’s fine to have a day you do nothing. And yeah I guess it is. The fear is that that one day turns in to two, then three, and four. I won’t let that happen though. I can’t.
I’m going to write my plan for the week. I’m going to speak to those who ran over the weekend and remind myself why I run. I have my daughter joining me at work on Thursday and she’s coming to yoga. I need to set a good example for her. I won’t let last night turn in to anything.
So it’s hats off to each and every runner this weekend – regardless of time, pace, or even if you finished. I loved being a spectator for a change and I’m sure I will be doing it again soon.
4 weeks until Stirling Marathon.
10 weeks until Ironman 70.3.