The Hunger

I'm writing this comfortably ensconced in my sofa. Don't get me wrong, I'm no couch potato. Indeed, I'm working from my supine position today only because I ran the Brighton Half-Marathon yesterday and find that my hips and glutes are unwilling to do much more than a few gentle yoga stretches and a stroll in the neighbourhood.



A light stiffness is nothing unusual after 13.1 miles of running and I'm glad to say that the side effects of over 2 hours of pavement pounding are a lot less noticeable than they after my last half-marathon. What plagues me today is hunger, the kind of piercing, nagging, impossible to ignore hunger that will not be quelled by an apple and that demands to be addressed every 20 minutes. I'm sure this will eventually stop. In the meantime, bring on the healthy food!



The run itself was lovely: long stretches on the waterfront, bright and crisp Spring weather, efficient organisation. I especially want to thank the lovely people at Zest for giving me a place to run in this event. It was a really good aspect of my training towards the Brighton Marathon which I will be running for Breakthrough Breast cancer in less than two months. They also made me the best cup of tea I've ever had after the run.


If I have one criticism, it's that the event was oversubscribed, meaning that it took about 5 miles before I stopped being stalled and elbowed by other runners. One of them was Katie Price who, thankfully, lagged about half an hour behind me. Who would want to be photographed, sweating along Katie Price? Not me. They also accidentally extended the total distance of the course to 13.42 miles! What with all the apps available to plan a course nowadays, you would think that kind of mistake could be avoided. Oh well, it all goes towards my training.

Katie Price in pink and in pain


Next event? The Action Duchenne Love Run 2012 which was rescheduled because of snow a few weeks ago. I'm looking forward to a light 10k at the weekend. If the monstrous appetite is still raging, I'll make a special request for a post-run pancake breakfast!

Cold Run

I have never been the kind of runner who must at all cost go through a strenuous training regime, executing every planned session to the minute for fear of spiralling into a tailspin of guilt and panic. I enjoy running too much to make punishing and, as a result, when I miss a day, I'm just happy to do a bit more the following day.


With this in mind, I will readily admit that last weekend was spent celebrating my husband's birthday with winter walks in the New Forest (there were many pony sightings!), a lot of nice food and wine and a great deal of rest. It was thoroughly enjoyable and, after 4 days of this, I was looking forward to a run in the park but when I came back to London I found my usual route blanketed with snow...

Was that going to stop me? Certainly not! After all, I have a marathon looming. So I added a mid-layer to my usual training kit and hit the snow running. Coming from a country where snow is a certainty every single winter, you would think that I ought to have a natural ease in icy conditions. That proved not to be true. After a few clumsy slips that, thankfully, did not result in a full spill, I slowed my pace and shortened my stride to find that this was manageable, if not graceful.

I also realised that these are ideal conditions for trail shoes which have more traction and, most importantly, which are waterproof. That last realisation came when I stepped into a puddle of melting snow only to be left with wet, cold toes for the remainder of my run.

In spite of my awkward start and my clammy digits, this was an altogether bracing and very satisfying run. With the wintry conditions showing no signs of letting up, it's probably a good thing for me to just get used to a bit of snowy training. By the way, I'm running the Action Duchenne Love Run at the weekend




I say, cover up and carry on!