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Firstly I’m sorry Mr T, you’re looking enthusiastic on the internets.

Saturday was awesome, and I’m still on a runner’s high from it.  That being said it wasn’t easy – and there’s a few things that I’m really really thankful for (gosh this has a bit of an oscar acceptance speech about it):-

Mr T, for not minding that I went off chasing dreams of sub2 – and much advice/listening to me babble on for weeks about whether I was going to do it or not, if it was even remotely possible, et. al.

The in-laws for hanging with the kids  – THANK YOU!

A post from fit and feminist  about learning to be comfortable being uncomfortable. It struck a chord with me right after London Marathon and last week on reading again, it stuck with me through the race and helped me through a nasty stitch.

and finally a bizarre one – Dr Quench whom in letting me know that I needed to only intake 250ml water/drink during the race (he offers personalised plans based on factors unique to you, and the race conditions) made my whole water station stress (see Stockholm Half) a distant memory.

So we arrived in Göteborg on the Friday, stayed in an absolutely awesome hotel (Clairon Post, right outside central station) and managed to take the tram to get our numbers without any fails.

Saturday morning we met briefly with some friends who were also running, I grabbed a sandwich, then we set off down to the start. The race itself is the biggest half marathon in the world, and thus has quite a few start groups. We’d won places from our work – and so were starting quite early on in group 7 (with estimated finish times of 1:40-1:50). With that in mind we settled ourselves in the back of the group and chatted with a friend. Till it was time to walk towards the start. The atmosphere was pretty laid back, yet tense – everyone raring to go, we hadn’t really especially warmed up before hand – I’m still of the thoughts that it’s a Half Marathon – I’ll be warmed up soon enough.

On the way to the start line I saw another friend, then boom! Over the start and we were off, the group had spread out quite a bit, so it wasn’t too crowded. The first few kilometres through the park were quite nice, lovely people cheering on the edges, and a great atmosphere. I will admit that I did have my headphones in pretty much the whole way around – I was very very excited about listening to music though for some unknown reason.

The first hills went off without a hitch, somewhere near the first bridge, I realised that when my pulse was around 180 (just into zone 5 and around 85% max) I was ‘comfortably uncomfortable’ and decided it was a good place to be for the rest of the race, which worked really well until stitch hit around 13km just before the second bridge.

I met a lovely lady around 10km, who was aiming for a similar time, and we talked a little for the next 3km (until said stitch), she helped me quite a bit in keeping going/pushing – I wish I’d seen her at the end to thank her – I hope she got a good time – when we parted company at the energy station she seemed to sprint off into the distance!

The second bridge was tough, I usually find I hit a wall around 10-15km, and Göteborg was no exception. I had some time in the bank though thanks to flying downhill after the first bridge, so dropping 10 seconds a kilometre turned out okay in the end.

I didn’t manage to get speed up again until there were only a couple of kilometres left. After the second bridge you go down onto the ‘avenue’ which is in the centre of Göteborg – so many many people, but it also a slight incline (thanks for that Göteborg) and quite tightly packed, which means you end up weaving if you want to try overtake, on top of that my feet had started being tired – and I was trying to avoid the nastier surfaces (a downside of five-fingers and having lots of ground feel).

Turning the roundabout at the top was a relief, though it was only brief as there was more incline before the end including another tight pedestrian bridge to take us back to the park, where a lot of people were walking and again I needed to weave to get past.

It opened up again in the park, and at 20-21km I changed my gps-watch view and saw that I still had just over 10 minutes left to get my much lusted after sub 2 hour race.  It was tough going, but I managed to find some energy and bursted off to the finish line. Running into a stadium to a finish is awesome, but also it feels as though one will never reach it – I dread to think how my form looked at that point, the last few km my heart rate had been reaching towards max, and once I had made it over the line I think I was close to max. I could hardly breath and was just hoping that the nurses didn’t think I was in trouble.

After catching my breath (and remembering to turn off my garmin) I gingerly texted the number to get my results (Garmin said 1:59:25 but I’d stopped it late, and at 21.35km – segments show my time as 1:58:38). I was utterly delighted to get my text – I’d finished in 1:59:15 – SUB 2!

I am overjoyed, especially as I did lose about 10 seconds a kilometre from 13-20km – I don’t at this point know really if I did go out too fast, or if it’s just to be expected that I’d slow down later in the race (no negative splits for me!) on the slow- incline. I feel happy that I had time in the bank and was able to blow away my demons, but overall even if I hadn’t got the time I’d wished for I feel like I did give the race my all, I did respect the distance this time, and I didn’t listen to my mind as much.

So yeah, wooo hoooo!

We did the mini-varv the next day with the kids (250m), though I carried Arthur for most of it.

Oh and I missed Eurovision. But I did eat a bloomin’ delicious burger. 😀


So the day came around, much faster than I ever anticipated.

Training had gone well, I’d given up on the initial (very optimistic) goal of 4:00 and decided to focus on getting the mileage in. The last few weeks of training were slightly more hectic than usual. I was on both placement with university, and Mr T had started a new job – the taper came at what felt like the best possible time, I was definitely getting run down. In the future I think I’d like to get another 30km run in rather than just the one, but it was enough on the day.

I arrived in London on the friday, the coach went via the expo- so got my number then. I was staying 10 minutes walk from Marble Arch, took the opportunity to go look around Oxford Street and meet up with a lovely friend from my birthing group (only briefly on friday, sorry! but we got to talk a bit more on the monday lunch – which was awesome), then finally managed to find J, F and I – we went and played catch and catch up in the park before walking to Soho for dinner. Might probably have walked a bit more than I should have.

Saturday, up bright and early to run in Hyde Park with the running group, then after breakfast I went along to the expo again, and managed to meet a few lovely ladies from a facebook running group while wandering around – tried on some trainers (Brooks trail shoes, omnomnom want!) and talked to a few booths, including the Loch Ness Marathon (2016’s adventure?) before heading back to enjoy the last supper with the running club. Lamb hotpot in a lovely little pub – kind of a shame that I didn’t have a half of beer to go with it, then it was back tot he hotel and attempt some form of sleep-like activity before the 6am breakfast wake-up call.

I slept, well badly – though I did sleep – 6am came and after a quick chat with the kids and the Mr I headed down to breakfast. I loaded up pretty well (think I went for full english, then a bit more), then went up to get dressed. I was pretty impressed with myself for not forgetting anything to wear – my packing was scatterbrained to say the very least! I also managed to iron part of my number, which melted it slightly – luckily I noticed before hole-formation!

Do I look terrified yet?


Then it was onto a coach to get to the start line, while listening to my spotify playlist to get worked up! I managed to eventually find the Miscarriage Association for a quick hug (though was looking at the wrong place for long enough!)

Some of the running team. :-)

Nicky and Kate (lovely ladies  to the left and right of me) were the two ladies that the virtual run was arranged with (Nicky was the mastermind behind that one), Nicky had covered her skirt with little stars symbolising the many angel babies that are so sadly not with us. Coralie had her little angels written on the seam of her running vest – it was so hard to not get super emotional at that point of finally meeting some of the M.A. team and hearing a little bit of their stories. I also met Louisa (apologies if I failed to spell your name there!) who was aiming for a sort of similar time to Kate and I – so we decided to start out together. After a few more photos it was time to make it to the red start (and photobomb poor Kate on the way!)

photobomb deluxe

A fair bit of our time was then spent waiting to spend a penny after (wisely) deciding that female urinals in running tights were maybe not the cleverest idea ever (and hearing other reports about the urinals, we made the right choice there) and then it was a quick bag drop before getting into our pen to start.  The number of people was incredible, and we slowly slowly started inching towards the start, trying to avoid the mario-kart characters and other hilarious outfits. It took about 20 minutes to actually reach the start, including another run for the loo, but it seemed to pass incredibly fast anyway – before we knew it we were going over the start line – the marathon had begun!

The first 10km went without too much of a hitch (plenty of HUMP!’s, quite residential area). We were a little slower than Kate and Louisa had planned, though probably about dead on for what I should be going for – when Kate said to me they were aiming for a second 10k at 55minutes I wisely realised that it was time to say bye and head off on my own, bearing in mind my current PB for 10km is 54minutes…..

The second 10km also went off without a hitch, though again was very crowded in sections – I found it hard to keep a pace based purely on the number of people, though I was pleasantly suprised to find that I wasn’t absolutely terrified in the sea of people. I’d decided to run with my rucksack (water and snacks) and that safety belt really helped me – it also helped that the water stations served bottles, so while a bit hairy underfoot around the stations, it meant that I could sip as and when I felt like it, and kept water in my hands for quite a while rather than trying to drink from a cup and getting a free shower.

Around 17km the grump kicked in, and I took absolutely no pleasure in running over Tower Bridge (the halfway point), though looking at the pictures I still had a grin on. I was running in vibram five fingers, and the asphalt had gravel sticking out of it at the exact size that I try to avoid when running. 21km passed – and then it got heavy going – I managed to keep running till 27,5km when another runner hit the back of my foot and knocked my shoe half off. Not wanting a repeat of Sands (where I ended up running in just socks) I hobbled to the side of the road to put said shoe back on, but from that point on I was cursed by the walk/run mindset. I started walk-running (Docklandsish I think) and met up with a lovely fellow runner called Holly who was also having a bit of a sucky time and feeling ill. We talked and talked each other into running bits, but after a while decided we’d set our music on and get serious – I later heard she’d been sick and then got going again – YEY Holly!  I also somewhere here just before meeting Holly saw the miscarriage association cheer team, who had ORANGES (oh my goodness the most delicious thing ever) and jelly beans. I had a quick hug and got going again.

This song got me going, I was singing it (badly) and just so happy… haha! (Good job you didn’t see me at this point F!)

My music got me going again, but meant I missed out on seeing my lovely lovely friends F, J and I who were cheering. I did actually hear them, but at that point I was pretty zoned out – as the video they have of me shows (attempting to upload it, but computer says nope).

Before too long we were back at Tower Bridge for the final 6km, and again around 5km it started getting tough going – at that point I rang up the hubby and the kids for a pep-talk – which worked really well – I’m not sure exactly why I lost it again at that point as really there was so little to go, but I do know that my legs started cramping running along the Thames, so run walk/smash thigh with fist, as the way forwards.

Coming up the the Houses of Parliment was a majestic sight, and the last 4km were so full of people (after the Tunnel of Piss/Penis, which fellow runners will understand the name of) that I didn’t need music on anymore – the cheers of ‘Run Gem Run!’ were simply amazing and kept me going (plus I found a smooth bit of road to stick to – which was bliss) rounding the corner I saw a bright yellow top (of a girl who I think had passed me earlier) with the logo of the online running group (Run Mummy Run) and so I said Hello, and asked if she wanted to cross the line with me – running up towards Buckingham Palace was utterly incredible, and passed in an absolute blur if I’m totally honest, then it was around the corner (WHUT!) and FINISH LINE!

Tasty Tasty Medal!

We crossed the line hand in hand (the first male winners of the marathon had done the same in 1981, and as the 35th anniversary the organisers suggested doing the same) and very very gladly stopped running. I crossed the line exactly at 4 hours and 40 minutes, my garmin telling me I’d ran 42.8km (so an extra 600 metres for free – it’s an ultra right?).

Just casually eating an apple in a tutu with a medal on /asyoudo

Then it was finishers photos, collecting bags, and heading out towards the meeting point (where I utterly missed F, J and I, but then found them outside).  Met up with the Miscarriage Association and some of the runners then in the Cafe in the Crypt (which hilariously had an out of order lift), before heading off for curry.

I had an absolutely incredible experience, and can’t wait to run another marathon or ultra in the future. The training is a bit hard work with a family once you get into the longer distances/3hour long runs, but running the marathon itself is such a wonderful/terrible enlightening experience that you simply don’t get at the shorter distances.  I’m pondering looking into the run/walk method in the future, as I don’t seem to have a problem to walk/run/walk/run, and doing it from the begining might actually speed me up overall – that or I need to not walk at all – hard to really know. I might play with it over summer.

So what’s next?  Well I’m running the Göteborgvarvet at the end of May, and kind-of hoping for a ticket to the Stockholm Marathon to sneakily land on my doorstep (I’m trying to win competitions for tickets basically), but beyond that I’m not sure. I think I’d like to do a more trail-like marathon in the future, and definitely an Ultra-Marathon – might go for Loch Ness in 2016.  The fundraising experience has also been interesting/amazing. I’m suprised about how much people want you to shave your head for example.

I think it’s important to choose a charity that is close to your heart, that miscarriage awareness and support for all is something that I think is so needed both in the UK and Sweden – really made the process pain-free in some aspects. I’m so thankful and appreciative to everyone who has supported me on this crazy journey of mine – THANK YOU! <3



As I type this, the dye is bought – and I’m just waiting for a quiet moment to try it out. I’m actually quite scared about it, as it’s been 15 years since I had bright hair.

There’s a woman who has inspired me a lot. I met her on a birthing board I joined when expecting Arthur.  As we shared our stories hers stood out – her baby was going to be through a surrogate, as she, Emily had a lung transplant a few years prior due to cystic fibrosis.  Emily always had something inspirational to share, a great positive outlook on life and we spoke several times through facebook about different things, and her advice was always spot on.

Sadly, last year Emilys’ health began to take a downturn, and though she recieved a second lung transplant she passed away last year.  My wonderful mayflower friends have since then donated and fundraised for the charity she co-founded (live life then give life), and some of them will be running the Leeds Half Marathon in may, in her memory.  I’d love to have been there with them, but unfortunately it’s in the middle of my term time, boo.

So my hair is for Emily, in her memory – an amazing star in the sky.

If you’d like to donate to live life then give life you can through:- This link to my wonderful friend Hilary Hall’s Just Giving page. Hils is running the half marathon in May – and it’s going AWESOME with her training!

As you already know, I’m running for The Miscarriage Association – if you’d like to support my London shenanigans then my link is right here!

So I forgot to update, this happened in December – I reached my 1500 fundraising target before christmas, so christmas was bald.  It’s actually quite liberating to not have hair, it certainly saves time in the morning. Right now it’s maybe an inch long, and since I’ve reached 2000 pounds before the marathon, I’ll be dying it and styling it in a mowhawk. The initial plan was to go blue, but there is another inspiration that I wanted to bow my head to (will explain in my next blog) so it won’t be blue. But it will be bright!

So 7 days! till London, and I’m utterly terrified.

Partially wondering why someone who hates crowds decided that London would be the ideal first marathon, partially the fear of 42km when the longest I’ve been out for so far has been 30.  Deep down I know I’ve got this. I’m hoping to reach my goal time of 4:30 without too many problems, but still – utterly butterly terrified.

I kind of wish now that I had more people there to cheer me on, though experience tells me that the disappointment of not seeing people is worse if you know they are there, than if they simply aren’t.  On the other hand there will be my charity, the travelgroup, and then also women from an online running group I’m in (many many women). But then there will be seriously loads and loads of runners. Erk.

I’m still trying to decide if I take my rucksack with water/energy in it, as past experience (bitter bitter experience) tells me that I get too scared to stop when there’s too many people, and there’s also the thing where I’m quite partial to a milkyway on long runs.  I don’t think really it’s going to affect my time, or anything as all my long runs have been with said rucksack, but at the same time it would be nice to run without.

Aye. Much anxiety there. Though there is an exam for my nursing degree on thursday which might just about keep me occupied till then.


Yesterdays outing

I will put a little trigger warning in here before I get started, this post will be talking about miscarriage and still birth. I think it’s important that we talk about miscarriage, but I also understand that it can be very difficult for some to read, I don’t want to upset anyone.

My mother is one of the main reasons for me choosing to run the London Marathon for the Miscarriage Association, and the terrifying amazingness of fundraising. Until I was pregnant with Gladys, I never really understood what she had gone through when I was a child, and sometimes I feel terrible that I didn’t/couldn’t understand that.

My mother

I asked my mum if she’d be willing to write about her experiences, to better explain why what the Miscarriage Association does for those affected by miscarriage and healthcare professionals.

This is her story.


I feel so pleased and proud of Gemma for taking part in this event to raise money for The Miscarriage Association. I am very lucky that I have two beautiful and wonderful daughters but they did not come easy.

I became pregnant soon after I was married, I was really pleased we had a lovely home, I told my mum and dad who were thrilled.

I was 13 weeks.

I started to bleed and went to see my doctor who at that time told me, Yes I think you are having a miscarriage go home and put anything you lose in a newspaper and come back and see me with it. I went though agony, did what he said and he confirmed I had miscarried, and said come back when you are three months pregnant. (1975)

Then during my next pregnancy having then not being taken care of or monitored enough I had a stilllborn baby, Ben (1982)

One of the happiest days of my life, Gemma born 4.30pm 9th April, 1983 (Grand National Day!) The first song I heard on the radio was Wooden Heart, Elvis Presley when I came around from having the c-section!

Years moved on and I became pregnant again, very sick as usual, very sore boobs, very thrilled as we had being doing a house up and it had come together a bit!(1987)

After awful pain and backache I went to hospital for a scan where could tell by the look on the nurses face that I was miscarrying, but I had to see a consultant who told me the baby was dead, and I would need to go though an enforced labour. I was 17/18 weeks pregnant.

I became pregnant again and was thrilled. I was 37 years old had got my beautiful little Gemma.

My second daughter Fay was born very prematurely at 25 weeks.

After lots of worry for 14 weeks in special care, she is now taller than Gemma and I and perfect.

I received no help, no counselling and I Love and support my Gemma and this charity so much please help Gemma to reach her target!


Link to My fundraising page

I’m running a Virtual Race with some other fundraisers from the 1st Jan 2015 – 31st March 2015 -do you want a challenge for the start of 2015?

Angel Run is now live!

A virtual 5km, 10km or half marathon, where you decide when/where/walk/run/whatever!

The only constraints are the distance, the time span (1st Jan – 31st March, entries must be in by the 28th Feb).

Enter now!


This entry was first posted on my private blog. I was disappoint.  Back story is that I’d hurt my foot somehow (was worried it was a stress fracture at the time, was probably actually overtraining and some form of plantar fasciitis or ligament damage), so didn’t know if I’d even run the half – but had been fundraising and getting the tutu ready so was really hyped about doing it.


Firstly I’m bloody disappointed at myself for going out too fast. I don’t know if my foot would have held better if I’d started off slower, but I would have definitely beaten my April time, even if I missed sub2 by a few minutes.

Start time was 16:00, which is really annoying really, as I spent the whole day stressing not really managing to fuel up as well as I’d like for fear of cramping or being too full (easier with morning/lunch race as I don’t ponder too much the lunch, breakfast is easy) – I suspect I could have had more carbs during the day than I actually had, water intake was ok.

Start was outside the palace in Stockholm, very very very pretty run on the whole – I would totally recommend it to anyone as a really nice route overall, even if I kinda hated it this time around. The race was well organised and set up – with clear places where you started dependant on start group etc. I am a bit stressed in crowds (going to be great in London then….) but it went okay.

Start group G, there was a 2hour time keeper runner that I had planned on following, which I introduced myself to – she wasn’t really that friendly – but meh, might have been the srs tutu.

Found the woman who was running on my sisters bib, she seemed rather excited – and we then moved towards the start for our group. Nerves and excitement grew, then we were off (missed my mum and sister who were on the other side).  The first km was through the main streets of stockholm with quite a few people watching before we went down into a tunnel. Close and uncomfortable, but soon we were out and running outside the train station and around Kungsholmen.  I felt pretty uncomfortable, couldn’t find a rythmn but still hoped it would come. First few km were in high 5min/km numbers (5:09-5:30) which i wasnt paying enough attention to.
First water station came at 3km, unfortunately I skipped it as it was packed with people – I shouldn’t have really.

Come 7-8km I realised that I was in trouble, I was longing for 12km, where my mum and sister were going to wave at the Garmin Power Zone – and somewhere along there the 2:00 hour pace keepers ran past me. I tried so hard to keep up, but at that point they were running 5:20min/km and it just wasnt going to work (guessing they had started slower and gone up to get pace as their pace should have been nearer 5:40), I passed 10km at somewhere 58minutes ish, and felt so totally shitty that I wasn’t even half way there. Foot was mostly okay at this point – I decided to just try to get a new PB.

There were a few small hills, nothing deadly, but I was feeling quite meh – losing the 2:00 time keepers hit me hard, and it was getting tougher.

12km came up, I started looking out for my mum/sister, but couldn’t see them, that really hit hard. Had some pepsi at the energy zone – spilled a lot of it over myself which was quite crappy. Floor also got really sticky. We went under the trainstation bridge, then through the tunnel/walkway through the houses of parliment (the cobbles SUCKED in my fivefingers), out to run in front of the palace on our way to the second loop around Södermalm.

At this point the race is on both sides of the road, with the other side of the road being the people who have ran Södermalm and are running towards the finish line around about 500m away. Most. disheartening. bit. ever. managed to smile (maniacally) at the photgraphers, and enjoy for a second running in front of the palace, but then it was into a mini-tunnel, and out onto a long stretch I’d been dreading which goes past the smaller exhibition hall (where the tattoo convention is held), then up and around Södermalm before curving back to the finish line.

Here was 15km, and at that point I pretty much gave up, the demons in my head told me I sucked ass and I actually walked for a while /stopped to see if anyone was behind me to join up with.  I regret this now – if I hadn’t mentally given in, sure my foot was hurting, I’d have got a new personal best.  Again something to learn from.  A band there was playing the proclaimers, which cheered me up a little bit, and I managed to get going again till around 17-18km when the 2:10 time keeper came past me, complimenting me on my skirt.  I said I’d try keep up with her and her group, and for a few km it worked. She was quite lovely and I talked a little bit with her, but as the hills (tiny slopes more like) came up, the group slowly moved into the distance and again the demons told me I was rubbish and I gave up and walk/ran a while.

At this point my awesome friend Emelie caught up with me, and again I ran a little bit with her – she however was on track to get a personal best, and I was in no fit state to try keep up, so she went off into the distance.

Finally 20km came up, including an cyclist who managed to block off a bit of the route, a god awful ramp in front of Slussen (seriously ick) and cobbles (sucky, even if I tried to convince myself it was just a foot massage). Finally it was back to the straight at Gamla Stan, and the last stretch!  There I talked a little with a few other runners, cheering each other on and the like…. I didn’t exactly manage to sprint though like some of my amazing friends, but all of a sudden… FINISH LINE (I did consider jumping into a porta potty just prior to the finish…. hahha) and Mum and Fay were there.

There was emotions, there were tears – but it was done.  I know this sounds pretty negative, but I did have an overall ace experience – just not the one I had expected/hoped.


So much learning from that experience though, so much to take with me in the future.

Long time, no post. Seems when I go on a hiatus I *really* go on a hiatus.

So much has happened since I posted last about crochet patterns. Still crocheting, in fact I published my first pattern on ravelry this year:-

Look I’m a Winner!

I’m also running, and have got a place doing the Virgin London Marathon 2015 for The Miscarriage Association. Quite excited about that one, and planning on posting updates on here.

Thus far I’ve ran 4 races in 2014:-

Women’s Health Half Marathon

Stockholm Half Marathon

Sickla Gruvloppet (2,8km of MINE!)

Tjurruset (10kmish of terrain and mud!)

Next year I obviously have London Marathon, the rest is a bit fuzzy. There is talk of more terrain, obstacle courses, and so on – but we’ll see what I go in for.

RUN GREMLIN RUN! is the link to my donations page, all the money goes to The Miscarriage Association, yey!

I will be starting to post my pondering, fundraisings, etc, more frequently on here. Will also be posting a bit more about the races I’ve done this year.




So saturday 26th April 2014 was race day. Fabulous spring weather of 13 degrees, bright sunshine and a light breeze. The race itself, Woman’s Health Halvmarathon was held on a small island in Stockholms centre – Djurgården, which also houses Skansen their outdoor museum (I would have ran faster if e bears had escaped maybe)’ and a few other things like that. There were suppsed to be 2500 participants, but of that only 1900 or something showed up, but 98% completed, which is awssome. they had a time limit of 2 hours 45 minutes, which I was a bit scared of in the begining, but wasnt really an issue, plus the last lady came in around 2:55 so they weren’t strict about it, which was nice.

The race itself was two laps around the island (Djurgården) with the first being around 9km, and the second slightly longer at 12km. It’s a very very flat route, pretty much at sea level, with one slight hill around 5km on the first ‘varv’, 15km on the second (we’ll get to why I mention that later). They had water/energy points nearly every other km, with the first around 2km just after Skansen. They served water, isostar lemon, banana at one point and some energi bar thing later on.

My friend came up to race with me, so we met at our house and travelled in on public transport, something to love about living in a big city like stockholm. We made it to the start area about an hour before it began, plenty of time to have a wee (important!) have a last minute shoe crisis (minimalistic nike free 5.0 or 5fingers, the 5fingers won), then hand in the bag and go warm up. With the race being small for swedish race standards, it felt lovely to warm up in a big happy group as the gym actic or something took the stage.

At 11:00 the starting gun went for the competion class, and the rest of us moved forwards to start at 11:05. As I was expecting a pace around 6:30min/km I went to find the 2:29 pace keeper, though ended up sticking with the 2:19 lady instead (As those on facebook might know I was struck with a cold 2 weeks prior to the race, which simply hasnt fully gone away -though I’m begining to suspect pollen may be to blame a little as it is terribad right now). We started, and the first km or so I was overtaking people as I tried to find ‘my speed’, also somehow around 2km overtaking the 2:29?!?! Pace keeper when I’d started with 2:19 (who came in perfectly to the second). At 2km, my first water point I took a cup and tried to run with it, but it was pretty bad. I can’t always hit my mouth when sat down stationary, so not exactly sure how I thought running was any better. I continued to try find my pace, but by 4km got stich, which took till around 7km to go away. Kept running and at some point realised my friend was just 10people ahead – at which point I thought “bugger I’ve really gone too fast” so stuck to the people around me and their tempo for the rest of the lap.

The first lap felt long, but also fine – my playlist was on loudly – the surroundings were beautiful, and I could just lose myself in e moment. It felt good to be running beside people, with people. Water controls were a welcome pick up and I had no problems with the isostar lemon (risky,I know). By 10km I started ovetaking again. i’d already lost my friend again (turns out the daywas really against her and her stomach was not impressed) bohemian rhapsody came on around 12km, and I suspect ladies who were used to 10km races were losing pace. i went too far though, and at 15km and the only little hill in the whole darn race, I hit my wall.

I tried reciting arteries, how the pacemaker cell in the heart works, all of that, I was still running, but pace was down, I was being overtaken, my legs were tierd – my feet starting to hurt, I could tell there was a blister on my second toe forming (my feet arent really the right shape for 5finger running). Then a song came on my playlist – Less than Jake, a song that reminds me of my aunt who passed away a few years ago, and while everything still sucked – I knew I was going to get through it. The spotify playlist gods shone down on me and gave me two more calmer tracks (maybeshewill -he plays the stars pt2 and massive attack – teardrop) then kicked me back up the ass with some Aquabats! – The Legend is True!, 16-18km came and went, along with the final water stop.

The last 2km was a zig zag across a large openspace, where you could see the finish (and also a wee hill). That little tantalising moment made me realise that it was in the bag – up with the pace out with the frown, in with the shit eating grin and all of a sudden, boom. 21098m done. I thought I sprinted at the end, but looking at the footage I ran like a bloody gremlin. Once through the finish we were rewarded with a cool glass of cider, banana, water, and recieved our finishers bracelet – a pearl bracelet with silver plate with the marathon name and year.

When I got to the zig zag, I’d hoped to see my friend so we could maybe finish together, but couldnt see her. So after I was done I made my way to the finish line to cheer her (and peoeple on). I think the swedes may have thought I was potty though! Once she finished, we met my friends who had come to cheer me on, then went to the finishers tent for afternoon tea. Though swedes fail at scones, it was an awesome experience.

I’m still on a runners high, just hoping that I don’t do something silly and sign up for loads of races now!!!

Ey up!

It’s been a while, as much as I’d like to update all the time, it doesn’t seem to happen like it used to.  At the moment I’m on a crafting binge to try and do ALL THE CRAFTING before christmas, and give everyone lovely handmade treats instead of buying everything (yarn totally doesn’t count as something I buy, obviously).

So I’ve just completed a pair of fingerless mittens but I’ve realised though that posting pictures of this project might spoil it for the recipient, so I’m going to make another pair (plus I can test how it looks without a colour changing yarn) before posting the pattern – though it is really simple, so I don’t know if anyone even needs a pattern for it.

Hope everyone is well.