I love the training journey that I am going on and recent adventures have not disappointed. Two weeks ago, I took the leap to boldly go where I have never gone before and passed the half marathon mark! Claire and I met in Llanberis and decided to tackle the last 16 miles of the marathon route. I’d already covered part of this on an early recce but this would prove worthwhile to get over two of the three major up hill sections.
We made a plan to leave my car at Claire’s, took the van to our starting position (more on this later) and off we went. Throughout this entire process the thing I will take away more than anything are the friendships that I have forged and running with Claire is just a lovely way to catch up with each other. The miles tick by without much thought and we put the world to rights. That run was no exception and she got me out of Beddgelert with relative ease (and no walking break)! I was doing my best to stick to my scheduled fuel breaks and everything felt pretty good; however, around the ten mile mark things started to misfire a bit and I started to think the next six miles were a mega undertaking and it’s at this point that having company on a run is invaluable for me… I shared my concerns with Claire and she suggested taking on some food and started to play a silly game which completely took my mind off the running until I found my rhythm again. I have to say I hadn’t expected the doubt gremlin to appear before the 13 mile mark given the fact I had comfortably run Beaumaris Half the week before but these things are all part of the marathon experience.
When we had plotted this run, we had decided that the final climb of the course, which comes around the 22-mile mark was going to be a walk as this climb is pretty beastly. We got to the Waunfawr sign and headed up. En route we found a marshal who was out on course for one of the brutal extreme triathletes and stopped for a little chat before continuing on up – that brutal triathlon sounds unreal and these athletes had already been going for about 24 hours at this point – mental. It’s funny trying to get your legs back to running after an uphill climb so things were a bit clunky at the top of this section but then the downhill started! It was around this point that we realised we had slightly messed up on the car sharing mission… We were two miles from my car, 14 from Claire’s van, my car keys were in Claire’s house, Claire’s house keys were in the van. Oops. Lucky for us we have an amazing running club family and Claire happens to live next door to one of them who came to our rescue – thank you, Kath!
We navigated the final descent and got back in to Llanberis; 16.7 miles in the bag. I was absolutely buzzing and for the first time in this whole process started to think that maybe, just maybe, this challenge is actually achievable!
And now for something a little different…
Not many people know this but the reason I started to run properly was because I actually wanted to complete a triathlon. I have never had an inclination to run but I loved swimming as a kid and have also had moments in my life enjoying biking. It was running that was my nemesis and something I would need to tackle if I stood any chance of getting anywhere with this triathlon idea. Fast forward 18 months and I never would have thought running would be such a massive part of my life and one that I do not want to get rid of but the triathlon dream still remained and finally became a reality last weekend!
Given the amount of energy that is going in to Eryri training, this first foray into tri was a little bit of fun and light relief from the other miles. Always Aim High’s Superfeet Sandman Triathlon, Sprint distance. My swim training had been dodgy, and I was feeling a tad unprepared for that part but I had been and checked out the bike route twice with Chris as well as a bit of a plod on the running course.
The swim was a bit of a funny one, the waves were present and the tide didn’t exactly behave itself as stretches of the swim were walked but I was doing it! I managed to not look a fool of myself in transition and set off for a really good bike. Then on to the run which wasn’t quite as comfortable as I had hoped it would be; I think the combination of trail when almost all of my training as been road based and tiredness from the other two areas meant I was having a bit of a bimble. I managed to trip over a tree stump at one point but luckily landed in very soft sand and then met a lady who was struggling with injury. At this point, we were a mile off finishing and I knew it would get done and what was more important was solidarity and getting the finish line in the bag. Three of us walked the last bit of the course together and received our finishers medals. I LOVED the event! Everyone had been so friendly, the marshals were great, the location is stunning and the organisation second to none. I cannot wait to have another go! Oh, and I even got a little screen time in the S4C coverage of the event – haha!