London Marathon 2018

26.2 miles in 5 hrs 37 minutes and 26 seconds

It's a funny thing, this marathon lark. After 4 months of training (including 3 weeks of taper, in which I appeared to have completely forgotten what the whole concept of running was all about) I woke up on the morning of the 22nd of April 2018 calmer than I have ever felt before.

The thunder storm that woke me up at 1am, wasn't a great deal of fun, but we'll gloss over that.

But I was calm. Centred, even. Yeah, I know, weird AF. I'm about to embark on the longest distance I've ever run in the hottest temperatures on record - I should be worried. I've trained in blizzards and ice and wind and rain, with the very occasional sunny spell, but, unsurprisingly, Scottish weather has not brought me anywhere close to 24 degrees.

IKR. I'm as surprised as you are.

Anyway, the night before we had gone to Wagamamas and I carb loaded so hard on ramen that I thought I was going to explode. James, Calum and I met for breakfast…


It's been a funny old week.

After the proper elation of finishing the 22 miler, things have really taken a turn for the worse this week.

I'd been told that taper does funny things to your head. However, I really couldn't see how running less miles could be a problem.

Oh, how wrong I was.

I think I can pinpoint exactly where things went wrong. Instead of going to my usual conditioning and yoga class on Monday, I went to a gig - well, I was on holiday, it was Easter and it's what Jesus would have wanted.

I then started to relax.  Bad move all round, really.  A malaise set in far too quickly for my liking and the mid week runs that I did have planned, didn't happen.  However I kept telling myself that it wasn't a problem. I had the Kilomathon on Sunday, James and I were going to run it to get used to running in crowds. It was quite important, given that: (1) I've only run either by myself or with James; (2) I'm not great with crowds; and (3) I hate people.

Fundraising update!!

I'm so so so so SO happy.

My offline and online donations have reached my initial £2,000 fundraising target.

Genuinely humbled by how generous and amazing everyone has been. I want to thank everyone personally, but there have been so many anonymous donations!!!

I love you all very much.

Thank you



22 Miles  - North Berwick to Edinburgh.

I'm not going to lie, I was hugely apprehensive about this run.  Not because of the distance, last weekend I ran 20 miles, an extra 2 on top of that shouldn't make a great deal of difference. I mean, running 20 miles is horrible, but once you resign yourself to that inexorable truth, adding another 2 miles of horribleness shouldn't really make much difference.

My apprehension stems from the somewhat OCD nature of my training. It's not news to anyone who knows me well that I like "a plan" - I am definitely my father's daughter in that regard. I need structure and order in my life,  that has morphed into a completely different beast since I started marathon training.

I need to plan my route. I need to know where I'm going. I need to know what the contingencies will be if something goes wrong.

This is not a route I have chosen and it's not one I have run before. I also know that it's the Fox Trail John Muir…

Long Run - Loopa de loopa

Long Run: 18 Miles - 2hrs 58mins
I had planned to run out to Musselburgh but the wind off the sea was horrendous. The voice in my head was telling me to jack it in from the get go. So I made an executive decision. Based on how rotten I’ve been feeling about my progress, I decided to go back to where I started running, switch my brain off and just keep doing loops of the Warriston Path till I hit 18 miles. I realise it’s not the most stimulating of courses but it gave me the opportunity to have a proper talk with myself.  Run was ok. Weather was shite.  18 Miles in the bag. 😬

Mid week screw up.

The erroneously titled: 75 minute run
I'm not going to go into this in a lot of detail, but it was the worst run I've ever had. 
My head is all over the place and, truthfully, my confidence has taken a massive knock. Plus I have niggles in my calves so I'm going to rest up for the rest of the week till long run on Saturday.
Going to stick my head well and truly in the sand till then.

A trip to the 'Shire

Almost 16 miles with far too many hills

Armed with a Mother's Day card and having ordered flowers in advance (I know, I'm as surprised as you), I made my way up home to Aberdeenshire for the weekend.  I had my long run route all planned out in my head: 17miles along the coast and back with a little detour at the end. I knew that the course was hilly, but I figured that it was about time I started really focusing on endurance. I also needed to start taking on water whilst running, so I ordered a water belt - not really a fan of having to hold stuff whilst running round. So far, so good.  Unfortunately, we had some pretty shitty, albeit not unexpected, news yesterday, which meant I didn’t sleep the previous night. The morning of the run, I hated everything.  To top it all off, my water belt hadn't arrived so I had to run with a water bottle.  None of these things are the best of set ups for a long run, especially one over a new route. Turns out that the course I had mapped w…