Saturday, 24 September 2011

I'm in the newspaper.

'If you get into the London marathon then count yourself lucky indeed! You had less than a 1 in 5 shot. 100,000 entrants will have been turned down to run in 2012.

If you managed to grab a charity place then count yourself even luckier. To grab one of the 12,500 guaranteed places you have a 1 in 8 shot!

Unless you’re a celebrity, the hardest part of the London Marathon is getting in!

Guaranteed Golden bond places come at a cost. Sponsorship targets range from £1000 – £2500 and most charities will make you sign a form to say that you will have banked the money by a certain date.'

I was lucky enough to get a Golden Bond place with Leukaemia Care (see link at top) However now I'm faced with the daunting challenge of raising a whopping £2,000. The problem I have is that most of my friends have got what is called fundraising fatigue, or as I like to call it ' please bugger off'. Not only do I have to get myself in shape for the big run but I have to somehow raise the money.

Great, bit daunting. I'm trying not to rely so much on donations from friends and have set out annoying the local folk of Hastings and surronding areas. Yay.

I managed to get into my local newspaper, The Hastings Observer. Hopefully, fingers crossed that will bring in some much needed donations. Other plans consist of flyers, charity events such a pub quizzes, bake sales/boot sales etc.

legs for leukaemia!

If you have any fantastic ideas on ways I can fundraise and reach my target then feel free to email me at runforhope@hotmail.co.uk.

If you are nice enough to spare a pound or 2, also feel free to click the link and press donate. It is quick easy and totally secure. http://www.justgiving.com/53000STEPS

Please please spread the word to family friends and local businesses. To read about Leukaemia Care and how amazing they are, and how your money really will help click here: http://53000stepsandthenablog.blogspot.com/p/leukaemia-care-film.html

Tuesday, 20 September 2011

Jog On!

A long overdue marathon training update, my apologies:-

I have been taking it slowly since my crying-nervous-breakdown phase. This is due to two things. Firstly, my groin injury, and secondly well, this is embarrassing but... I think I'm scared of running. I know what you are thinking, I can hear you say it now:-

'Ro, how can anyone be afraid of running? It's just running, one foot in front of the other- jog on!'

However, the mind plays horrible tricks on you when you run. It's not only a physical but a mental challenge. The voices in your head you hear, the I cant's, the I wont's, the THIS REALLY HURTS!!!. After my previous long run debacle, I have been putting off long runs all together, and sticking to short, sharp bursts.

 I have changed running every day, to running every other day to prevent injury and help me recover from injuries better. There have been some running positives. I feel a lot healthier in myself, it is nice to breathe in nicotine unscented air, and to be able to walk up a hill... without collapsing mid-way and having to hike the rest of the journey dragged along holding on to the backs of passers-by heels. However, I'm still encountering the dreaded stitch, or as I like to all it 'death incarnate'. Surely I should be getting fitter by now, no? 

It starts with a tingle, nothing serious, something I can run through, but out of nowhere. BAM!!! Someone is digging in a metaphorical screwdriver, so painful that I physically can not run through it. This happens 10 minutes into a run, and knocks my confidence so much, that I just want to stop and go home. I have taken other runners' advice on twitter and started doing core strengthening exercises. Hopefully this will help alleviate the pain. I will keep you posted.

On some runs I feel fine, for example on Friday I did a 5k, felt great, no stitch, no voices in my head. I literally did what it said on the packet and put one foot in front of the other, slightly achy, but after a hot bath I felt great, proud of my accomplishment etc etc.

The next run: horrible stitch, mental blocks, stopping and starting, whining,whimpering, chucking my water bottle on the floor in a fit of frustration, whilst on-lookers gazed on in shock. Why is it that as soon as I feel I'm on track, I take 20 steps backwards, right to the start line. Is this due to boredom, tiredness or just the fact I'm not made to be a runner?

Anyway I'm going to join my local gym this week, as the nights are drawing in and the thought of running in good old English weather, in the dark - well, that is not helping to motivate me either. I will let you know how that goes.

My apologies for these bleak blog entries recently. I know I'm starting to become a broken record, but this blog is all about documenting the truth, and the truth right now is this...


...I'm in a running rut.


"Oh Piss off!!!"


Friday, 16 September 2011

Ginger curry and copious cups of tea

If this guy can do it age 100!!! then so can I.

'He's the world's oldest marathon runner - and at the grand old age of 100, Fauja Singh is certainly showing no signs of slowing down.

The quick-footed centenarian, who has completed seven marathons since turning 89, has become the first person to sign up to the 2012 Edinburgh race.
And he has revealed the key to conquering his daily 10-mile training regime is eating plenty of ginger curry and drinking copious amounts of tea'


Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2032862/Ginger-curry-copious-cups-tea-Worlds-oldest-marathon-runner-100-reveals-secrets-success.html#ixzz1Y7VO1TmH



GOOD ON'YA :)


Sunday, 4 September 2011

Buddha could do it.

To all my readers (if you are out there)


The week or two since my last post have been horrible. I haven't felt like writing here simply because I have lost my mojo for running, When I signed myself up to do this challenge I knew it would be hard, and I knew my body would disagree with it, just like a young child would disagree to being fed sprouts with a broccoli sauce, but I never really comprehended the amount of work, the limitless amount of things that would hinder my training, the amount of consideration that goes into diet and fluids, breathing, running form,  posture AND the pain I would suffer. I really was that naive to think it was a simple matter of putting some trainers on, running around for a bit. EASY.


 NO!


I have a new respect for Madam Marathon.




If you are wondering why the stocks and shares of Deep Heat have gone up, you're looking in the right place. I have had blisters the size of gumballs, a small metatarsal fracture on my foot, chronic stitch, severe groin pain, oh and did I mention the vomiting?


If Google had some form of search result monitoring system, I'm pretty sure the google men in black would have been round my house to rush me to A&E, or failing that, register me dead.


There have been tears and tauntrums that have made me look like a mad woman. I have always considered myself to have a strong will, but running.... well, running is my nemisis. Who would have thought that putting one foot in front of the other and kind of hopping would break even the strongest of minds. I would like to see Buddha try. Perhaps a few readers out there are looking at this and shaking their heads, as if to say 'get over it' but for me it's hard, and this blog for me is all about the ups and the downs, not just the ups (although I would like some of those now please) 


On my latest 6 mile 'run' (more of a hobble) I was in floods of tears. The passers-by must have thought something traumatic had happened. Oh no. If a friend was there, they would have reasured them and said:-


'Oh don't worry. That's just Ro. She's just attempting to run, nothing to be alarmed about, she cries a lot when she runs, not sure why'


Instead, I had to drag myself home whilst other runners sprinted past. 


Whilst out and about in town recently I came across one of those Halmark -type posters, splashing waves on a sunset backdrop, quite beautiful, The words read...


'“Focus on the journey, not the destination. Joy is found not in finishing an activity but in doing it.


Now, pre-running Rowen would have embraced this sentiment, smiled and walked away. Post-running girl ... well, I looked at the words, shook my head in a patronising way, the same way I had shaken my head at the white plimsoles. I gritted my teeth, smiled, laughed to myself and thought:


' To whoever wrote this: I will kindly allow you to run a mile or two in my shoes and see how you feel about this after. OK?'


(An example)




This is going to be hard, but I'm no quitter.