It’s been a bad week. After cycling a mere 18 stop, start miles following Chelmsford marathon, I drove the 100 mile journey to visit family, by the time I got there my body from my lower back to my knees were stiff and painful. I couldn’t even pull my leg back to stretch my quads! I’m now used to taking my foam roller everywhere, so for the next few days I foam rollered and stretched. Panic set in as although things were easing there was no way I would make the start line for Saturday’s marathon.
Last minute I got an emergency appointment with my osteopath Claire as I suspected my back was to blame. The cursed herniated disc I’ve had under control the past year. Claire did some manipulation and released off a whole lot of stiffness, also showed my some exercises to do to help. If anyone local in Essex has any issues, not necessarily back, this lady is your woman, she has put me back together plenty of times, more often than not this suits me more than a sports massage.
Following this, no exercise as didn’t want to risk damage. The next 2 days I self medicated with Volterol, Saturday morning came we left home at 5.45am heading for Beachy Head. My third outing to this one event.
The weather was kind, but as we headed higher into the hills we found ourselves running in the clouds, visibility wasn’t great and the dampness was the type to go through to the bones. We dropped lower out of the clouds around mile 12, however this didn’t mean running on the flats. By mile 15 I could feel pain coming behind my left knee, I tried to ignore it and improve my poisture, by 19 miles pain in my right hip flexor. A kind , nutty seasoned female runner, she had a bumbag full of magic pills for me to choose from. I made the wrong choice co-codymol instead of ibroprufen, it didn’t help, and as we hit the Seven Sisters the steep run down was excrotiating, the ups far less painful but physically tough.
26.2 miles later we made our final descent down into Eastbourne. I did it, albeit slower than I wanted.
As marathons go, physically it is very tough, which is clear to see by the way a large amount of runners are walking at the finish, the cuts and bruises some are sporting, the tears, and walking down steps sideways, backwards or anyway possible, but mentally it far outweighs any road marathon, views to die for, friendly banter with other competitors, great grub on the route and at the finish. Special thanks to my running partner and team mate Karen Chapman, perfect company for a 13 hour day with the travelling.
Will I do it again?? …….. yeah why not