What
a difference a year makes! This time
last year I was unable to do any exercise whatsoever, let alone run, due to
hamstring tendinopathy and a stress reaction in my pelvis. Now, I’ve not only finished 10th
in the IAU World 100km Championships, but also smashed my personal best by well
over 8 minutes. My time of 7hrs 39mins
50secs elevates me to 5th on the UK All-time 100km rankings and also
broke my own British Masters W40 age record.
And I won the silver medal in the World Masters W40 Championship to boot. Wow! I
really can’t believe I’ve managed to come so far since I tentatively resumed
light jogging last November. It really
does go to show that perseverance, determination and hard work do pay off. I have to say that I totally exceeded all my
expectations. Even though I always dream
of winning a medal (after all, my motto is “train to race and race to win”)
realistically I thought a top-10 finish would be amazing. I was ranked about 12th on paper
going into the race and I wasn’t sure how much my lack of background due to
injury over the last couple of years would affect me. In terms of time, I thought if I could shave
even a minute or two off my PB I would be doing extremely well, so to take over
8 minutes off and break that 7:40 barrier was incredible. Given the past couple of years I'd have been
happy just to be there and able to take part, so to come away with such a substantial PB was incredible.
For me the story really started back in November last year. Originally there wasn’t going to be a World
100k Champs. this year as the IAU had decided to make it Biennial. However, in the very same week that my coach,
Les, was given his initial diagnosis of incurable bile duct cancer, the IAU
announced there would be a World 100k Championship in The Netherlands on 12th
September. I was just resuming light
training after my injury and I remember visiting Les in hospital and telling
him it was a good omen – a positive goal for us both to work towards. And so it proved to be, as his diagnosis was
changed to Lymphoma which has currently been put into remission, and I managed
to build my training up to a level where I could put my name forward to be
considered for selection. I was really excited
when I received my selection letter from British Athletics in June. I always feel extremely proud and honoured to
be selected to represent my country and I was also really grateful to the
selection committee for showing faith in me, despite me not having run a 100k
since 2013. So three months of hard work
followed in order to get me to the start line in shape to do myself, and my
country, justice.
The
GB team travelled out to The Netherlands on the Thursday before the race,
flying from various UK airports and all meeting up at Amsterdam station. The team consisted of three men, three women
and three team managers and it was great to meet up with them all and catch up
with friends I hadn’t seen for ages.
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GB team: women - Sue Harrison, Holly Rush, Jo Zakrzewski; men - Steve Way, Craig Holgate, Marcus Scotney |
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Team GB girls' bungalow! |
Several hours, and trains, later we arrived in Winschoten in northern
Holland, and were taken by mini-bus to the athletes’ village which was about
25km from the town itself. We were all
staying in a ‘holiday camp’, with individual bungalows comprising a couple of
bedrooms, bathroom, kitchenette and sitting area.
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Meal time! |
A
big sports hall was set up as a dining area for our meals. This gave us the opportunity to catch up with
friends from other countries and to check out the opposition, as well as decide
which other countries’ kit we preferred to ours!
France got a thumbs up but Japan’s luminous orange was a definite no-no
(we did think they looked rather like workers about to carry out some road
repairs!).
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My day's food and drink supply! |
I
seemed to spend most of Friday, the day before the race, preparing my drink
bottles! I’d asked friends and family
for motivational messages which I stuck on my bottles, and again this worked
really well during the race – it definitely gave me a lift when I read them, so thank you to
everyone who sent me a message. As usual
I’d also decorated my bottles with big silver stars to make them easier for me
to spot, and then it was case of measuring out my various drinks and attaching
gels and food - pieces of flapjack, energy bars, Hula Hoops etc. Les and I often joke that running 100k is really just a 'picnic on the run'! Luckily I’d prepared
a nutrition plan beforehand so I knew exactly what I needed for each of my 19
bottles!
And
thanks to the brilliant GB team management each bottle was handed to me in the
right order and without mishap during the race.
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Drinking on the run |
On
the Friday evening everyone was bussed into the town for the opening
ceremony. This started with various dance
displays by local children and then a flag parade through the town by all the
teams.
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Mingling with the other teams before the flag parade |
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Team Groot Brittannie parading through the streets of Winschoten! |
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A local band led the parade, which also passed IAU delegates and local dignitaries outside the Town Hall |
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38 countries sent teams to the Championships |
The parade ended up at a big sports centre where, after the obligatory speeches and official 'opening of the Championships', we could
carbo-load on pasta ready for the following day.
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The best bit about running 100k is the amount of food I get to eat!
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Final preparations before the start |
And so, finally, after all the months of hard training, race day was upon us! I felt a mixture of nerves and anticipation as I carried out my final preparations - applying Vaseline to my feet, making sure my numbers were pinned on and, of course, numerous visits to the toilet!! On the one hand I couldn't wait to get out there running, on the other I was asking myself "why am I doing this?"!! The answer was, of course, to burn off all the calories I'd eaten the previous day! Oh, and also because I can, because I want to, because it's what I'm good at and because my country has selected me to represent them. What more motivation could you need than the desire to perform well for the team?
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Street party! |
The weather seemed almost perfect at the
start – cloudy, not too hot, not too cold, and not too windy. This changed throughout the day – at times
the sun broke through the cloud making it quite warm and the wind also picked
up, making some sections of the course quite hard going. The race comprised ten laps of 10km around
the town and, as you would expect in Holland, was predominantly flat. There were just one or two minor alterations of the course from when I last ran this race four years
ago, but basically it followed the same route.
And, just like four years ago, the locals all did an amazing job of
cheering on the runners. As is their
tradition they decorated the streets with bunting and balloons, played music,
had barbeques in their gardens, kids were giving out sponges and there was
generally a fantastic atmosphere around the course.
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The early stages |
I had a slight glitch right at the start when my GPS signal temporarily cut out, which threw my early pacing slightly. I found myself running with my team-mate Jo, but soon realised
I was going quicker than I’d intended so dropped back and ran in a group of girls
from the USA, Croatia, Russia and my other team-mate Holly. At this stage I was about 15th in
the women’s race.
After
a while this group started to pull away from me and I let them go, knowing I
was already running slightly quicker than I’d intended and didn’t want to get
dragged into running too fast too early.
I was feeling really good, smiling, acknowledging the crowd support and generally trying to enjoy it
while I could!
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Enjoying the atmosphere |
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Deep in concentration! |
It was great to see the friendly faces of our team managers and helpers at the
drinks stations at the 6km and 10km points on each lap. Les was also at the 2km and 7km points
on each lap, giving me much-appreciated encouragement and information about where others were in relation to me. At around the 50km mark I
pulled back Meghan Arbogast from the USA and was steadily working my way
through the field. At this stage I was
feeling pretty good, but was also very conscious of not getting carried away
and picking up my pace too soon. After
all, I was only half-way through the race! I just tried to stick to my plan and enjoy the atmosphere, and hope that
some of those in front would come back to me in the latter stages!
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Still smiling at this point! |
By 60km I’d moved up into 8th
place in the women’s race and was still feeling good. However, by 80km it was suddenly all starting
to feel a whole lot harder and I was passed by the Australian, Kirstin Bull,
who eventually went on to finish just 22 seconds in front of me in a new
Australian record. At this point I was
still leading the World Masters W40 age group, but unfortunately for me Stina
Svensson from Sweden then passed me at 92km.
I tried desperately to hang on to her when I realised she was in the
same age category as me and I managed to stick with her until 95km, but I just
didn’t have enough in my legs and she started to pull away. For the last 10km or so I was just hanging on
as best as I could. My smile had given
way to a grimace of pain as my quads were screaming, but I carried on running
right to the line. As I ran down the
finishing straight I could see the clock in front of me and was willing my legs
to keep going as I was desperate to break 7:40.
I eventually crossed the line in 7hrs 39mins 50secs – well over 8
minutes quicker than my previous best time.
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The end at last! |
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Post-race exhaustion! |
The minute I stopped running my legs turned
to jelly and I had to be helped to a chair! It’s a strange feeling immediately post-race,
with a whole mix of emotions – relief at finishing, happiness with my time, but
also sheer physical exhaustion and not quite knowing what to do with myself to
ease the pain. As it all started to sink
in I was delighted about what I’d achieved, but at the same time had a slight
feeling of disappointment that I hadn’t pushed myself hard enough to hold onto
1st place in my age group, even though I know damn well that I was
giving 100% at the time! That’s the
thing with me, I’m never totally satisfied, but that’s what makes me a
competitive athlete and always striving to do better.
It took me a little while before my legs
recovered enough to be helped into the sports hall for a very welcome shower,
after which we all managed to hobble a short distance down the road to a
restaurant that had laid on a post-race meal for all the athletes. After consuming nothing but sugary sports
drinks, gels and flapjack for the past seven and a half hours a plate of
lasagne was perfect recovery fuel.
Then it was a hobble back to the sports hall for the medal
ceremonies. If you didn’t know the
Swedish National Anthem before the medal ceremonies you certainly did after it
as they took six of the eight overall titles on offer (men’s World &
European individual & team; women’s European individual & team). Of the six GB athletes that started, four
finished (two men, two women) and all four set massive personal bests which was
brilliant. Three of us also picked up
World Masters medals in our respective age groups, and Jo won bronze in the
European Championship which was fantastic.
It’s always great to be able to cheer team-mates on the podium and it
was a wonderful feeling to be standing there myself to receive my World Masters
W40 silver medal. For me, it was made
even more special by the fact Les was there to share it with me.
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On the podium receiving my World Masters W40 silver medal |
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GB medallists |
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A happy coach and athlete |
So, having now had chance to reflect on my performance, my overriding feeling is that of immense satisfaction at what I managed to achieve. Just getting myself fit enough to complete the distance was a huge achievement after my injury nightmare. After all, running 100km is no mean feat - for those who haven't worked it out, it's 62 miles, or the equivalent of running from Warwick to Nottingham, or Warwick to Reading, without stopping! To do it wearing a Great Britain vest, in a lifetime best time and winning a silver medal in my age group - well that's something really special.
Of course, none of this would have been possible without the huge amount of support I’ve received from many people and I want to say a MASSIVE ‘thank you’ to them all. In no particular order they are:
Mizuno – for supplying me with kit and the best running shoes ever. Their Wave Creation give me superb cushioning and support for my longest training runs; Wave Ultima are perfect for my intermediate runs; Wave Sayonara have just the right balance between being cushioned but lightweight enough for road interval sessions; and finally my trusty Wave Riders – my shoe of choice for tempo runs and, of course, the race itself.
X-Bionic – for supplying me with their first class compression clothing and socks. I quite simply can’t imagine running that far without my Effektor compression socks to support my calves and reduce the risk of blisters.
The Warwickshire Golf & Country Club – for complementary membership which allows me to use the gym for my strength and conditioning sessions. This is invaluable not only for my general strength and core stability, but also specific re-hab. from my hamstring injury which enabled to get back to running at international level again.
Pioneer Trading – for supplying me with Blue Active Gel – a brilliant muscle rub which definitely helps my recovery between training sessions, as well as after the race.
Mark Buckingham – my fantastic physio, without whom I wouldn’t even have made it to the start line. The monthly trip to Northampton, and paying for 40 minutes of torture, are definitely worthwhile!
Martin Bower – for his slightly less painful, but still very effective, sports massages.
Family and friends – for all their support, encouragement and understanding when my training and racing needs have to come before social engagements.
Colleagues, Managers and Councillors at Warwickshire County Council – for their support, interest and recognition of my achievements, and allowing me time off work to compete for my country.
And last, but most definitely not least, my wonderful coach Les – for being there throughout my training despite undergoing six months of chemotherapy at the same time. How can I ever repay that sort of commitment? Les, you truly are my inspiration and I couldn’t have done this without you.
And just to finish - a few statistics that Les has come up with: