New York - running number 46586

Posted on: 22 Oct 2018

Just looking at the hugeness of that number,  blows me away! New York claims to be the biggest marathon in the world (I don’t know if that’s true?) but even if it isn’t, it feels crazy to think I will be running with 46,586 plus other people, a week on Sunday. Mad, mad, mad.

The last couple of weeks of training have once again been nice running weeks. Tapering down, enjoying shorter runs, knowing that as you go out the door, distance wise, its shouldn’t be a stretch.  Or at least that the theory.  .. last weekend’s run was good to remind myself of the lesson of not going too fast – keep to pace, don’t push too hard, the time gained at the start will be given away double at the end. See post script at the end if you’re interested in my tale of woe.

With less physical training to do I am spending my time trying to get mentally prepared. New Balance ran a “what to expect” evening at their London store. They had some fantastic video of the route, mile by mile.  An epic mass bus ride out to the start before the roads close, and the 5 boroughs, 5 bridges to navigate before the finish in Central Park. The finish line shots had me almost in tears – strangely I think about all the other markers in the run, but never about what the finish line will look like. I guess I never want to tempt fate.  Mile 17 – 19 is usually the section I dread the most. Mile 18 has had a good go at beating me in several marathons – it just seems as though you have come so far but there is still sooooo far to go to the end. I am hoping in New York that the bridges will help will this. You cross a bridge from Queens into Manhattan at mile 16 and then another at 19.5 miles, from Manhattan into the Bronx (then back into Manhattan and run to the finish at mile 21)  so I will try and think of that as a discreet 4.5 mile section that has to be beaten.

I have been reading sections of my favorite marathon book too – Running like a girl by Alexandra Heminsley. I love this book as it’s the experience of an ordinary person like us who decides to give running a go. It’s a really honest account of how miserable, but funny  the whole experience can be along the way as well as a celebration of what you can achieve, and inspirational too. I like reading the sections on her 1st experience of the London marathon because it reminds me that places of the run will be tough, there will be times when it seems like you won’t make it, but (fingers crossed) you will come through the black patch and make it triumphantly to the end. If you have never read it, I would def recommend it – even for guys :-)

So with the running done, mental training done, kit list made, flights and hotels booked, bus to start booked – all that remains is to get myself home in time for the flight!!! Its been a crazy year work wise, and once again I find myself here in San Diego. I arrived yesterday and am here untill Thursday when I fly on to New Orleans. Fingers crossed all flights work well and I will be home late on Monday 29th – ready to fly out to New York on Friday 2nd.  If only this marathon preparation was just about the running  :-) :-)

Wishing the Very very best of luck to everyone one running Snowdonia next week. I will be following you all from afar and cheering you on – Go go go !

Jane x  - my lesson on pacing below if you have made it this far :-)

Last weekend I planned out a half marathon distance, mostly flat, with the aim of testing out a 10 min mile marathon pace. The weather forecast was good, it should have been a nice run – famous last words!  As I stepped out the door I realized the earlier blue sky had vanished and it was tipping it down with rain, proper cats and dogs raining. So much for a weather forecast!! Roxy looked at me with her “are you mad? – glad I am too old to be dragged along with you – eyes “. So back inside I went, waited for the rain to die back to a drizzle and re -dressed in a running jacket this time, off I set. 10 min miles I said to myself, nice and easy does it.   A mile in and the heavens open again, the remnants of yesterday mascara ran in my eyes and my run plan raced out the window. Mile times became 9.45, 9.30 – even with the stop start of road crossing, puddle jumping and pedestrian dodging. Some miles took longer, but I knew that actual running time within that mile was still fast.  Around mile 5 the sun reappeared, the day warmed up and I started to feel like a boil in the bag dumpling. Realizing that the running jacket was a consolation prize from Virgin in place of a London marathon place and hence not my most prized possession, I dispensed with the jacket, tied it round a tree in the lane and pushed on. By mile 10, I was tired, by mile 13 I was done. I hadn’t kept to a gentle pace, I couldn’t have carried, and I hadn’t left myself feeling confident that getting to half way on the big day would be a breeze.  Final time with stops and starts,  2hr 11.  But actually, it was good to remind myself of that lesson – keep to pace, don’t push too hard, the time gained at the start will be given away double at the end.

This weekend it so much better. 10 miles planned, 10 min mile pace. 1hr 40 finish and more importantly it felt good, I could have run for ever.

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