Sunday, 17 April 2016

A real view of the Plusnet Yorkshire Half Marathon - Sheffield 10/04/2016

I am extremely proud of myself for competing and completing the Sheffield Half Marathon 2016.

I'm even prouder now its over because it wasn't the hardest mentalist thing I've had to do!

I didn't train as well as I could have and the more I knew I should be running the less I would run. That's how I roll unfortunately. I felt like quitting and not even doing it at one point because it made me hate running.

The week before especially! I had done some Bulgarian lunges in the gym and wrecked my muscles! I tried to go for a run to town and back and couldn't make it as my legs were in pure agony I thought id ruined my chances for sure. So I didn't run or even try and then just went for the 13.1 mile on the day.

Setting off I was great I had some bad tunes to go with and was enjoying it and the sites and the people. but I kept wanting to cry like really wanting to cry and I am not a crier. it was so emotional and so weird.

The 5 mile hill wasn't as bad as I thought I hadn't even realised id done it when it was over. The king of the hill even wasn't that bad. Lucky for me every run I do I always start  on a massive hill and I think that helped me in training. I seem to run better up hill than down anyway, my legs don't like down hill running. 

The next 3 mile was ok however it was getting hotter and hotter and we was up in the countryside at this point.

Between mile 8 and 9 I wanted to call an ambulance I hated my life and couldn't believe what I was trying to do.

then we hit the supporters in Dore cheering us on and that cheered me up loads, someone gave me a jelly bean and it changed my life!! That little bean gave me so much energy I was on a sugar low 10 mins after haha

Mile 10, 11 and 12 were awful, I was struggling so bad and slowed down loads, I kept eating jelly babies which were great for some reason! I don't even like them. they seem to give u a whizz for a bit!

Last stretch of half mile back into peace gardens I started to walk I was done in. some guy said 'come on hun love last half mile' we can do this and so I did.

I ran to the finish line and wanted to cry - I fuckin did it man, don't ever let me do something so stupid ever again.

then me mates like are we doing it next year im like yeah why not - what a douche

I got my medal and got it engraved with the wrong time, I wish I had some of my granddads medals he was a runner and now I have an interest in seeing what he ran and how far and where etc I cant ask him anymore and that's sad. I used to go on yew lane and cheer him on and throw wet sponges at people and give them water with my nan, maybe that's where it started for me.

I ran with a minion too he was there at the start and there at the end - humans are so strong he wore a suit that WOULD HAVE MELTED YOU and he did it, you see so many people that you wouldn't think could do something like that and they do it so why cant you do it.

its all in the mind - that's your worst enemy

I saw people collapsed in the street at mile 11ish and I thought oh my god that's me i'm going to die and not even gonna make it to the end - i'm not even joking I have heart difficulties a lot and that's the end of me when that starts. I cant breathe and I mentally die inside. but once I saw people with medics round them I thought that was my end too., I also wouldn't let people come and watch me in case I came back in the ambulance..........

that's why I wanted to cry anyway because all them thoughts and negative feelings were wrong - #icangirls but ive survived and ive crossed it off my bucket list. maybe ill do it again maybe I won't

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