The running week (12-18th September)

Here’s my training for the week after the Great North Run, where poor nutrition set me back.

Sunday was race day. I ran a PB, but didn’t eat well for the rest of the day. After the race, I had two Mars Bars, a nutty protein type bar, a tiny bag of Haribo sweets, a shop-bought protein drink (not my usual recovery drink), and lots of water. It took us hours to get back to the hotel. I missed lunch, not eating until 7pm, by which time I was so hungry I stuffed my face with a giant burger and chips (with onion rings, cheese, mushroom, bacon). I was still hungry so ordered another portion of chips.

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Monday: I woke up absolutely starving, so rushed down to breakfast without showering or applying any makeup. I needed food. I tucked into fruit and yoghurt, toast, scrambled eggs, bacon, beans, sausages and I think I had a tomato too. We drove back from Newcastle, heading straight to the cake shop to collect Chris’ 40th birthday cake.

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Down with the kids

Down with the kids

FOR my first session after the Great North Run, I decided to try something different. I’ve signed up to four sessions training with a group targeting the cross-country season. And while I have no intention of setting foot on the cross-country racing circuit, I did think it would help my 10k training and my ambition of breaking 40 minutes.

So, last Saturday morning I went along to meet a different group in a different area, not really knowing what to expect. Despite taking a few wrong turns, I was the first to arrive. I sat in the car with Chris, and waited and waited, and couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous.

I stared out of the car window. A car pulled up and three children jumped out. They raced over to a big rock in the middle of the field, and immediately started climbing it, then they were off the rock and racing back to their parents. I felt exhausted just watching. They were obviously here for a morning in the park. They wouldn’t be running would they?

More people started to arrive. I say people, but they were young people, very young. Children, in fact, aged about ten, and they were all here to train for the cross-country. I remained in the car, hoping that no one spotted me. When they started running, I’d drive away.

A few more children arrived. Some of the mums were in sports gear. Perhaps they were running too? I stayed seated, keeping my fingers firmly crossed.

‘Come on!’ One of the mums was heading my way. ‘You can’t stay in the car forever.’

I’d been spotted. I stuck my head out of the window. ‘I daren’t get out!’ I said. ‘Are you running too?’

She nodded. I did a silent cheer and got out of the car.

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Going into meltdown after the GNR

AFTER the Great North Run, my body has gone into meltdown. During the race, I developed a blood blister on my foot, which is still throbbing eight days later.

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Then the day after the race, I developed a huge cold sore on my face. To anyone lucky enough to have escaped life without a cold sore, let me explain how truly horrible they are. Cold sores are small blisters that appear around the mouth or lips. They start with a tingling sensation and then start itching and burning. Little blisters form then crust over, so that when you smile, they crack and bleed. I told you! Nasty things!

Whenever I get a cold sore, my mum always responds the same way. ‘You’re run down.’ She’ll say. ‘You’re doing too much.’

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A great weekend at the Great North Run, even if the pacing wasn’t quite perfect

I did it! I took part in the world’s biggest half marathon, raising money for Action for Children.

It was a fantastic day. The atmosphere was amazing, with thousands of people running for charity or in memory of loved ones. I couldn’t help but be inspired.

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Good night, Vienna. Good morning, Newcastle

Good night, Vienna. Good morning, Newcastle

THE Great North Run is only days away. I was hoping to report that my last few weeks of training had been a great success, but I can’t. They’ve been a disaster.

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A blogging award – come on!

A blogging award – come on!

I HAVE some exciting news. Drum roll please… Champion Running has won an award!

This is very exciting. I’ve not won an award since my cycling proficiency award in the Eighties, so I’m feeling rather proud.

The feedspot panel has included Champion Running in their list of Top 200 Running Blogs.

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‘There must be some mistake,’ was my first thought when I found out. My second thought was CAKE! Surely an award is a good enough excuse for cake. But I didn’t want to jump the gun. I had to be sure it was actually true and not someone having me on.

I went onto the internet and found the list of top 200 blogs. Women’s Running Magazine was in the top spot. A blog I love, Lazy girl running, was at number nine. I didn’t think I’d be in the top ten so I scrolled to the bottom. I wasn’t at the bottom either. And all this time I kept thinking, ‘I’ll not be on at all.’

When I couldn’t find Champion Running, I decided to use a keyword search. I typed in Champion. And there I was!

Number 168!

Eight below the Runners World Blog, four up from the Chubby Runner. Number 168.

‘I’m in the charts!’ I did a little dance round the kitchen. ‘I’m in the charts!’ This must be how singers feel when they get into the top forty. ‘Number 168. What a good place to be.’

When I’d calmed down a bit I read the entry for Champion Running. You can read it here.

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