Cardiff Half Marathon 2015

Back in October I ran the Cardiff Half Marathon. If you remember I ran it last year and loved it. I had high hopes for this year and was especially proud to run with Lucy as part of her 13×13 challenge.

But what a disaster it turned out to be!! We left the house at the same time as I did last year and yet hit all the traffic in the world meaning the starting gun had already gone off as we were still fighting our way to the start! Thankfully we passed one of my running club watching the start, who took our bags off us and we finally made it to the start ready for our wave to be sent off.

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Smiles of relief!

Well then it went from bad to worse. I hated every minute of it this year and could easily have given up at mile 5 which is never a good sign. I really felt sorry for Lucy having to listen to me moan the whole way around! She deserves a medal just for that!

We stopped to use the portaloo and queued for about 10 minutes. While using the facilities I noticed that my water belt had rubbed my side raw. Once I had irritated it, it really hurt. Two months on I’ve still got a mark there!

We finally finished what felt like 5 hours later and I felt sick, I felt dizzy and most of all I felt pretty disappointed in myself. Has to be my worse race ever. My watch gave me 10minutes slower than last year but it might as well have been 100 minutes the way it felt.

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Finished!

I felt so guilty for spoiling Lucy’s race even though she was gracious enough not to show it. I need to run with her again to make up for it but I doubt that’ll be an offer she takes me up on lol!! Roll on next year 😉

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Cardiff Half Marathon

Well I have neglected my poor blog haven’t I? I’ve got a lot to tell you about though so I had best set some time to one side in order to get the posts I want to write, done!

Anyway first off I want to tell you what I did last Sunday. I can’t keep my excitement in. I ran a half marathon. Yep, that’s right, 13.1miles! I can’t believe I actually did it! I was so nervous in the run up to the race. I’d actually trained properly for this. Not the half hearted attempts I usually do. What would happen if I can’t finish? What if I completely mess up the race? All sorts of things were going around in my head and I was absolutely bricking it!!

I had to drive into Cardiff by myself as hubby was bringing the kids in later on the train. I managed to park in the park and walk facility they had set up so that was simple enough. I went in early to make sure I got a space and the mile (or so) I walked into town was done in very little light.

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I took my bag to the bag drop and met some lovely ladies from the fantastic Run Mummy Run Facebook page. We queued for the start and sang the national anthem before counting down to the start. As the hooter went, we were going no where! The amount of people in front of us meant it took over 9minutes to actually cross the start line. (It’s actually around the corner in this picture)

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Once we did cross the line, the crowd thinned enough to give me enough room to start running. Mile after mile ticked by and I was in such a positive headspace, which is quite unusual for me. I just kept repeating one of my favourite bible verses – “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me” (Phillipians 4:13) and it kept me going. I knew I could do it and that thought kept me smiling throughout. I am still surprised at how positive I was. Usually I tend to convince myself I can’t do it so this was new to me!

I had to stop for a wee but thankfully I stopped at some public conveniences rather than the portaloos provided as the queue for those were at least 20mins!!

I started to struggle around the 10,11 mile mark as I was getting tired then. I hadn’t tried gels or anything in training so all I had was fruit pastilles which were fine and the organisers had an energy drink station around that point which really helped (even though I had to ask someone to open it for me!!). The mile between 11-12 felt about 5miles long. It seemed never ending but the crowd kept me going. The crowd was fantastic, all the way around! If you ever get a chance to watch a road race please go to support the runners. It means so much having strangers urging you to keep going. Seeing some friends who had come to cheer me really boosted me too and although I did walk the very last hill, I did manage a sprint finish. Mainly because I was so glad to see the finish line!!

Crossing the finish line I was handed a medal, bottle of water, t shirt, banana, can of non alcoholic beer and a goodie bag. I was a bit confused by why it couldn’t all go in the goodie bag and why they expected us to carry it all when I could barely carry myself!! I burst into tears as soon as I met up with hubby and the kids. The emotion was overwhelming! But I was so pleased that I did it and I raised quite a bit of money for my charity Velindre Cancer Centre while doing it.

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Would I do it again? A very big resounding YES! Well I do have a PB of 2:37:50 to beat now don’t I? Sub 2:30 here I come 😉