Clonakilty 10 K...group trip

Where to begin...
Arriving the night before, we headed to the Quality Hotel HQ for the Clonakilty Marathon, we were here to do the 10K. I had the pleasure of travelling with Bernie and Tina (secretly, I was hoping some of their fast pace would transfer itself to me , maybe by osmosis, I don't know, sometimes I rave). But I digress, we collected our numbers and tech shirts. Our group had decided to go on our first group field trip outside of Kerry, exciting stuff...  We booked into our base for the weekend the Emmet Hotel, soon after Michelle, Anna and Karen arrived. It was time to eat, discuss run tactics (hahaha!!!) and make elaborate plans to run marathons in foreign lands...We also met Kate, Karen's friend who played an integral part in the success of my weekend!
The run was starting at 9am, so alarms were set for 6.30am, for 7am breakfast.

Looking well even in the early a.m...

The amazing thing about breakfast was Kate's ability to eat the cooked brekkie before the run to say we were impressed, doesn't really convey our sense of awe especially as I ate my toast and banana, anything else and I would be sick. As usual before any race I hadn't slept very well and a few bathroom trips were needed, although I don't think I was as panicky as I usually am.
The morning itself was a tad chilly but it was a blue sky day. We walked up to the starting area, all in good spirits and basically looking forward to finishing. I met up with my mum to give her race number which I had collected for her. Karen who came with the intention of doing the 10K, is still injured and feeling a twinge decided not to push it and prolong a full recovery. So, Susan and Karen were the cheer squad, bag and jacket holders for the race and may I say they did a great job. People headed in search of  bathrooms and like every race the world over there were queues. At around 8.45 a.m. we headed toward the start line or so we thought!!!

Startline selfie..

As we waited, I could feel the nerves kick in. It was after 9 before, they told us we had to head to start line which a bit of walk and jog away, so we were nicely warmed up when we crossed the start line. And, we were off... The road had a bit off a pull, which just wiped you straight out. It seemed to make the first mile so long even though in reality it wasn't. I found myself pushing myself up the hills but being bloody wrecked at the top and not pushing forward. (Something to work on!) By the time I hit the straight, heading into the major climb between mile two and three, I was alternating between running bursts, shuffling, walking but falways forward motion. I was also looking at all the runners heading down towards me, first I saw Bernie and then Kate who gave me a high five as we passed each other and my god what a boost. Love it! I had little pep and as I headed up the hill, I bloody well needed it..
At the half way point, we had to go under a timing gate which brought a smile to my face because we had talked about ways of not doing the run and getting a PB  i.e sticking race numbers to Anna, hiding behind a ditch, I know, I know too much time but hey whatever gets you to the start line smiling. As I headed back down into the straight, I was glad I had just worn a t-shirt as the winter sun was adding to the heat I was feeling. As I met the half marathoners and marathoners coming back toward me again, I truly felt sorry for them and so glad for me that I was nearly done. I think heading back was tougher then running out maybe because your legs are tired. I walked up the last tough hill and suddenly, from across the road I heard 'Hi, Majella' it was Siobhan my cousin, she was motoring through the half marathon. The last part was the nearly the worse because you know you are nearly there and you want to stop but you have to still keep going.
As I went through the roundabout heading right, I saw Anna, she was there 'Come on you can do it, you're nearly there', she began to walk with me, then shuffle I tried to do a bit of running, Anna kept saying we won't stop and that's all I could think of doing. As I turned into the Quality Hotel, my legs paused, took a time out, will they ever learn? I had decided I wanted to finish strong and so, I kicked in and headed across the finish line. I then had to take a moment or five to recover as I truly thought I was going to 'throw up'. Having gathered myself , I went in search of my bling which is 'tres importante'

Happeeeee..

Everyone one was glad to have it done. Poor Michelle had a miserable experience arriving back with both feet blistered.
Overall, although the course was tough, It was one of the more enjoyable running experiences I had this year. I also did a good time for me no PB but not too far off it, I can only take the information from my Garmin as my official time has not been found by the timing company.
Race done there was only one thing for us all to do, party. Every good trip needs a theme, a song, an anthem if you will and so ours is....

And so as this anthem sears into the memory of our group, it will always bring a smile to my face as I remember running the Clonakilty 10K and partying with 'the fit, fat and elderly'...

#Bringiton

A few weeks ago, I mentioned consistency was the aim for the month, and I have tried to stick this especially when putting in the mileage.

As usual I look forward to Mondays, when the running group meet, our new route or our 'Winter route' as I like to call it, is Lidl car park to the Gleneagle Hotel and for some further. Needless to say I don't go further but these days I'm not too far behind. I have to say my running has most definitely improved in fact over the last few weeks I have hit a few new PBs. Which does wonders for the confidence!! I even ran a mile which when I looked at the Garmin it had a 9 in front of it, gasp...I know, who knew I could run that fast?  It is of course an aberration, but it felt good. I had spring in my step for the rest of the day!! For some reading this they'll think how slow, but hey people remember the turtle crosses the line as well as the hare!!!

Talking about improvements, Anna believes its all to do with the length of her arms,... this is her explanation for her quickening pace not all the hard work she has put in over the last year or her natural ability.
The weather here has been hit and miss, plenty of wet days but also there have been a few blue sky days, when the crisp air makes you run that bit faster and you end each run smiling. It is slightly harder to motivate myself, when its dark outside, last Tuesday was one of those evenings heading out my legs felt heavy etc... I also had the wrong underwear on (sorry, I know TMI, but warts and all). I had just decided to stop and turn around when who should I see running toward me, Tina. As she bounded pass all cheerful, putting in the effort, I knew I just had to suck it up and run on. Reaching the car later, a bit sore, I was glad I hadn't given in.
There is one good thing about running in the dark though no one can see your wobbly bits, maybe this to has contributed to an increase in pace..just a thought!

Blurry post run...

At the start of September, Michelle, Anna and myself began doing TRX  at Belief Fit in Killarney, I have really noticed the benefits of it. The class is tough, I sweat buckets and my muscles cry leaving it. My core still has a long way to go but even now I feel the benefit as I don't bend as much as I run. I have to say thanks to Siobhan for introducing me to TRX.

Road outside my door..

It is always good to have a goal, to keep running towards. At present our local community are all in training for a run on Sunday 8th February 2015, organised by the running group 'Kilgarvan Ag Rith'. This run is in memory of baby Aodhan Kelleher, funds raised will benefit the national charity Feileacain. They are offering two options a 5K and 10K both are challenging, (both of whose routes pass my front door) starting in Kerry,heading into Cork,and back to Kerry to finish near the Top of Coom Ireland's Highest Pub, where you can celebrate your PB or just that you crossed the line. All details can be found on Facebook at  'Kilgarvan Ag Rith' or Precision Timing.

At present, we are gearing up for Clonakilty, there is a group of us heading down for it. I will be doing the 10K, which I did last year but not very well. As anyone who reads this blog knows I am not good in a race situation, so I am not expecting too much. I plan to relax , enjoy the run (as best I can) and party afterwards.
Motto for the Clonakilty weekend is #Bringiton.

d'Hillbillies Mud Run 2014

Saturday, I woke up to the sound of rain hitting off the window, which continued to fall for the rest day. On the road to Michelstown, I did note that the last time I had done something similar Hell Mountain 2013, the weather was also not great (and that was a tortuous experience at least for me!). I was taking part in a group, which consisted of the following amazing women:- Brenda, Bernie, Nicola, Anna and Susan.
Car parked, bathroom found, Susan and I then met up with the rest of the girls.  Brenda gave our little group the moniker 'the Dirty Divas',  Bernie decided we needed a look to go with our name and so the following is what we looked like as we headed towards the start line. (we still had them when we returned, prizes all round...)

'The Dirty Divas'

And then, we were off..
Running along a cow path which was full of 'muck' in essence it was cow shit, it was very slippery and as I moved I was internally hoping I would not fall.  As we left the path and crossed a road into a lovely green field, there was the first official obstacle (in my opinion the mucky path was the first obstacle.. ughhh), so down on our hands and knees and under a barbed wire bridge.
At a lot of the obstacles there were queues. I know who knew that I would queue to wade in waist high water or to crawl in mud, not me! Next up, was a dip in ice cold water it didn't feel solid under foot and  tyres were bobbing to the surface. Out and then run, across fields over bales which were square, piled high. Passing through fields the gaps were muddy and slippery, the next major obstacle was a fence which I admit I didn't go over, no one wants to see my 'gluteous maximus' hanging off the top of a fence or worse trying to push my 'GM' over the fence... The girls hopped over and then we continued on.. Spirits were high, onto the road way once more, we passed an elderly gentleman said 'hello' but what must he have thought of all these wet, mud covered people! Next into pits of water and out them twice, I think?
As I'm writing I'm not too sure if I have the order of obstacles correct but all mentioned were there.
Then ahead of us were monkey bars three people at a time, they weren't straight across but an angle, tres impossible! Underneath was an inflatable floor which was slippery and a challenge in itself. Next up was to walk across a narrow plank of wood over a pool of water, Bernie, Brenda, Anna crossed the knack was to hold hands which steadied you, so with Nicola to my left and Susan to my right I crossed. The crowd lay ahead, only 7 people could enter the tunnel at same time, I really thought this was the one which would turn me into a wreck. Go ahead the lady said, no going back etc.. I scrambled down the bank slowly into a ditch of water, then the tunnel, crouched or more bent, looking toward the light I moved as fast as I could, trying not to think of what else could be lurking. Out of the tunnel, then into a river of water, it was uneven beneath my feet, not sure how deep it was, also over logs and under I headed, then two gentlemen helped me up into another field. They asked who was getting married, thinking we were on a hen night (seriously, who would do this for a hen night??). The field had a path marked off it was very boggy next up was a slide. A photographer stopped us to take a picture, the other girls had just finished the slide came over and we posed as best we could. Not wanting to know what lay ahead the girls said they wait for us and we continued to the top, I gritted my teeth and went for it. WHATTTTT.. I hit the water under I went came up spluttering the water was a lovely shade of brown, it smelt and dirt even went into my nose. Yuckkkk!! Susan gathered herself at the top after a while and then came down hitting the water awkwardly she had hit her elbow and it threw her.The girls helped us out of the pool and we ploughed on. The slide really too a bit out of me, it took a bit to gather myself heading into the next obstacle I fell flat face down into the mud. Thankfully, they had a water stop next. So we had a bit of a breather and a welcome drink, the lady handing them out was lovely. Running on, the path led us into another river, moving through it, we had to climb over trees and in and out of tyres, Out of the river, we had a brief respite before we were back in to it again. At this time, I had no sense of time or distance. I was in fact enjoying myself, everyone was in great form and there was great sense of camaraderie. Climbing out via a wall of tyres into a field which we had to run around, my legs felt truly heavy, it was the first time I thought to myself 'surely we're near the end'. After, another fence, I heard the screaming as we ran down towards the entrance to a wooded area. As I entered, I soon realised why, there was knee deep mud which we had to go through and holes of cold water, it seemed to go on for a long time
Then in and out of pits before facing a long muddy path downhill.

No Filter, No Vanity...

I know what I was thinking in the picture above 'really do I have to go down there, this is where I really will fall'..
But I didn't. Yeahhh!!  Heading along the path I could see the sheds of the yard just above.. The end was near suddenly I saw Brenda and Bernie, they had come back to see how we were getting on. Pushing on, I tried to finish strong and run across the line.. Yeahhh!!

They provided hot showers, which took away the the chill, some of us had been more affected by the cold than others and having a place to change into our dry clothes was great.
John had driven us up so it was great, he went back to car to bring over towels, change of clothes and most importantly baby wipes.  Karen who unfortunately couldn't do the run as she is still injured, came to cheer us on and it was great to see her at the finish line.

After the run..

Dry, Cleaner, nearly warm...

How to sum up, I have to say I really enjoyed the 'd'Hillbillies Mud Run', there was never any point were I thought I would give up or stop. Thinking about it, I definitely believe I am much fitter than this time last year and this really helped me to enjoy the experience as much as you can enjoy being wet, covered in mud, traipsing through boggy fields and woods.
The d'Hillbillies Mud Run was done to raise money for the Mercy Hospital Cancer Appeal. The organisers did a great job putting this fun, challenging event together.
Would I do again to quote Arnold, "I'll Be Back"..

In search of.....Consistency!

The evenings have really began to close in and with the clocks changing, running in the dark will be the norm for the next few months. Finding good well lit routes without traffic light etc.. obstacles is challenging..  

Meeting in Lidl, and following a quick discussion on where we were heading, we set off. Instead of heading left toward town we went right and headed out to Fossa. A new route which meant new views. The thing about running pass peoples houses is that you get to have a good peek and sometimes see houses you wouldn't even see when driving. Poor Karen, who had given her leg a weeks rest had arrived this evening to run but her injury once again flared half way out, so she had to walk the rest of the way. Just pass Killarney Golf Club, we turned to head back. Then I noticed how quickly evening had turned to night, when driving you would think this road is lit all the way into town but there is a stretch which is not, so we tried not to delay. And were thankful, when we saw the street lights and that we live in an age that electricity is a common utility for us. 

During the week I only put in one more run as I went to Dublin for a few days, of course running wasn't to far from my mind even though I didn't go for one but look what I got..

New runners.. love it..

Monday dawned once again, it was chilly, we were a few short, as I chatted to Anna and Michelle, I noticed two girls heading toward us all kitted out, I thought they must be meeting a group and have mistaken us for them. Turns out it was Maeve and her friend, I never wear my glasses when I run (so if you know me and I pass you, it's probably because I haven't seen you, apologies in advance). Heading out I went up through the town once more and I wasn't long warming up. and with a storm forecast we didn't delay too long at the end of the run. 

This week also marked Johns return to running. We headed out on Thursday for a run and he noticed straight away the improvement in my pace and overall running. In fact, I passed him out on one occasion (yeahh!! it may not happen again but I'll take it as a bonus this week).

Headed into the park and it was a lovely evening. Also, the run took me back to my 'beloved 'STOP' sign. Hahaha!!  At the end of it I was satisfied, good run done!

A bit of root attention needed for the hair..

So, I have felt my running has become more consistent in the last few weeks and today, I went out for a run and hit a new 5K PB. I took nearly a minute off but it could have been more. I am sooo happpppy!! 

I pushed on today but I could have pushed on more in the second half of the run.  Finishing, I was fine and So, I know there is more in the tank.

Next Saturday, we head to Mitchelstown to do the d'Hillbillies Mud Run which is raising money for the Mercy Hospital Cancer appeal. I have heard whispers of costumes... I don't know which terrifies me more the dress up or the mud! But, my aim is to complete it, in good company and have a good laugh while supporting  a great cause.  

My hope for my running heading into a new month is summed up in one word 'consistency'.

And so Winter has arrived...

In the last post, I did say I would take a picture of the view on the 10 miler and so I did..

A view to run a 10 miler for...

It is beautiful! #lovekillarney.

Blue sky is something which has been missing this past week or so, the weather seemed to change once the calendar hit October. I have to say I like that slight nip in the air when you run at this time of year.  Natures colour palette really shows its subtlety at this time of year. Varying shades of greens, yellows, browns, it really makes a run more interesting..

The Monday after the 10 Miler my legs felt extremely heavy but I managed to put in 3 miles before I gave in and went for a coffee with Bernie, Michelle and Anna. Which was great, as I felt weary to be honest.

Sun setting on last park run with group

As the evenings have been closing in, we decided as to start meeting at the Lidl car park.
Last week, we met at 7, we welcomed back Gillian and Karen was back from injury. Bernie was also carrying an injury. The first thing to say was that it was chilly even cold and so as we waited for Maeve we ran down to the roundabout and up, to warm up. We decided to head down to the Cathedral. As usual, I left them all off ahead of me and I continued at my own comfortable pace. Unfortunately, Karen's injury flared up  hopefully, there won't be any serious injury.
As I headed up Mission road the girls came down against me, we turned and as I followed them, I think our route and planning of it went askew. Bernie with her injury headed back to Lidl. Karen followed Bernie straight up through the town. The girls went up to Lidl via a St Finians shortcut. I, on the other hand, went pass the cinema, the friary, headed down College St, up Main St and up St Margaret's Road to Lidl. All in all I did 3 miles. They were waiting for me when I came back, the thing about running around town is that you have to stop for traffic lights and people a problem I hadn't encountered while running in the park. I also have to take out my luminous running bib as it was black night when we finished.
Looking back on the garmin after my run, the pace was fairly consistent which I was happy with.

The following day, I set off for my run after work it was dry, slightly chilled and a bit damp. There was a good few people around but as I headed to the Castlerosse Hotel it started to drizzle then the sky really opened. It was so wet I could hardly keep the rain out of my eyes. Then, I saw Anna and Michelle running toward me, they were heading back but stayed with me for awhile. Amazingly, this was the first time Anna had ran in the rain since she joined the group last Spring. We turned as we reached the Castlerosse Hotel. The girls  headed off at the horses crossing their company was very much appreciated and shortened the journey back to the car for me. Reaching the car I was drenched, it was the first evening I could wring out my clothes and my feet were really wet which I don't like!  I don't mind too much running in the rain in fact for the most part I enjoy it, there is a real sense of freedom but Tuesday evening it was a bit torrential.

The last week/10 days I haven't had the same dedication to going out for a run I have been LAZY! Lack of pace consistency has always been my downfall and having finally found some, I don't want to lose it, so this week I will put in the miles, (Fingers crossed!)
Also I am excited as I am planning to get new runners and that always gives my running a boost.

I have luminous bib, torch, running tights, jacket so Winter I am ready for you. I THINK!!

'The hills were alive with the sound of my moaning...'

On Monday, we met up at the demense once more, we had a chat about the previous Saturday's run and put some time in training for this Saturday's run, the Killarney 10 mile. I really don't think any amount of training could have prepared me!!!
Strangely enough, I do believe it was the most relaxed I've ever been before a run. I slept like a log, the night before a run I usually toss and turn and wake at first light, feeling like I haven't slept a wink. Not this Saturday I woke refreshed, I ate the breakfast, loaded the car and headed into Killarney.

So relaxed my eyes are half closed..

The reason for my relaxed state was because my aim was just to finish. That's all just to finish. I knew about the uphill and in fairness if you have ever glanced at this blog before, you will know my aversion to anything vertical! So why, do it? I hear you ask. Well the run was being held to raise funds to help the construction of a running track here in Killarney which will be of benefit to the whole community, that sums up why.
As I collected my number and tech shirt, I had to pass the finishing line and I did have a moment where I thought I hope I see it later. 
I met up with Bernie we headed toward start line. Tina arrived although not running,  herself and Susan were the cheer squad for the day. I headed to the bathroom and then came back to the girls. That was the one thing about Saturday between collecting number and start there was a lot of time to hang around also we were unsure of the start but it was at Ballydowney Roundabout. As we arrived at the roundabout, Michelle and Anna strolled up. People were steadily arriving now. As usual we took a before pic.

As we took off, I was relaxed, the first mile or so was lovely and then the roads incline became more noticeable. As I hit Madams Hill, I headed up walking and then for the next mile or so I ran/walked. As I hit the Aghadoe graveyard, I had a wobble and said no I'm done. As people passed, My old 'I don't want to be the last, or the slowest' thoughts crept in and I stopped still. Took a deep breath looked at the road behind me and thought F*** it, I'm finishing! And I powered on..
I took some water at the stop but didn't take any oranges even though did look lovely.
As I passed the Aghadoe Heights Hotel, I did think shame there is no one here to take a picture. I will try take one at a later date and share it, for those of you who may not have seen this view. It's amazing! (I should have taken one..)
From there was a good downhill stretch, great, Yes and No!  My thighs were burning as I reached the Golden Nugget, which I would pay for later. I was smiling and coherent which is always a good sign for me when doing a run. As, I entered the Fossa Way I was on familiar territory.   I sweat alot and for some reason I felt a real need for a fizzy drink and so rang John to see could he have one at the finish which was less than 3 miles away. Something to look forward to.. As I passed the playground, the legs felt like lead, as I headed up towards the demense entrance I saw Bernie. I knew I had yet to climb the Knockreer hill (which is torturous to me on the best of days) but today with heavy legs. It was UGHHHHHH!!!!  (No words people, no words).
Bernie offered to stay with me, but I declined I had to push on alone. The next mile or so passed on and as I headed up the canal, I knew I would get there.

As an aside, Bernie offering to stay with me even though she had completed 10 faster miles already or Anna doing Knockreer Hill twice to urge Michelle on, this is what a running group is all about. We really got lucky with this group Brenda created...

Heading down the Bishops path, I was run/walking, (More walking, I must confess. I know your surprised..) then in front of me I saw Susan, John and Tina.

I picked up the pace and headed to the finish line and didn't stop until I crossed the line. And, I was glad that it was over! I told the girls I never wanted to go up a hill again. And at the moment, I truely meant it!

I had completed the 10 miles. It was the first finish line this year that I genuinely felt happy after crossing.  I may even attempt it again next year if they get rid of a hill..or two!! Yes, I could have done better but I had battled one or two of my own inner voices along the way and those little battles will improve my ability more in the long run (no pun intended). 

Happy to be done!

So as my inner voice conflict will no doubt continue, this is what I know after the last few months:
I will always be an end of the pack runner, the runner who ends before the walkers or on a bad day after the walkers. But I will finish! This does not mean my ability is anything less than those who run faster or further, it just means it may take me a little while longer to get there.  I always strive to push on forwards even if sometimes it looks like I'm standing still. I will run (with some pace, if possible) across the finish line. I will improve. I have improved. And above all else, I won't give up. 

Mind training needed.. or maybe a kick in the ....

Well, where do I begin..

Saturday morning dawned, breakfast of porridge and coffee, twenty trips to the bathroom (maybe should have made it 21) and I was out the door. Mum was doing the 5K walk, so having collected her, we arrived into Killarney in plenty of time. Parked car and headed out to meet the girls.
Having met up we walked to the start line, did a run to warm up stretched (very professional!) and waited, at this stage I was relaxed enjoying the morning. I even have pictorial evidence of this.

We are rocking the Black and Pink..

As we headed to the start line, Tiffany appeared and we had a quick catch up. Then with a massive bull horn we were off. Heading down Mission Road with Bono singing in my ears, (I am loving 'songs of Innocence') I kept a steady enough pace. There was a good crowd around me and in we headed to national park. Down by the canal, around this time the 60min pacer and his group passed, I could see him just ahead of me, which was quiet novel for me because of course that's the dream. Across the gravel path and then up the hill, still running, impressed, so was I, then I walked - briefly, at the top (but its like going to the bathroom when your out, once you go once you have to go again & again) and that was it I had given myself permission to walk.
Pass the playground the 70min pacer passed, I confess I was shuffling/walking, I shook myself off and caught up to them and kept up/kept him in sight pass the castlerosse hotel. He was a bit ahead as I crossed the second cows gate. Now I was Running/walking and I was progressing steadily.
For some reason when reading the route, I was convinced I didn't have to do the Lake loop and so when I was directed towards it , I was completely thrown.  Silly, as we had ran it at least 3 times in the last few weeks but my brain had taken it off the table for the day and it fought with me all the way around it.
Onwards, a girl was do a run/walk and I joined with her for a part of the loop, she took me over the hill to the views of Ross castle. Two miles to go!
I beg your forgiveness for what is to come, but these are the experiences of 'my running' and so, at this stage as I huffed along I felt a trickle. I tried to squeeze  but to no avail then a whoosh. F***!
I just continued on, mortified and embarrassed. I thought about the people running behind me 'going oh look that fat girl just p****** on herself'  , of course the only thing they were thinking of at that stage was finishing. To get me through I thought about the training we had done the previous Monday, where the group ran to certain point turned and ran back to the last in group ME. Miserable was I, then I saw Bernie coming towards me and it really was Bernie. She had finished her race and she come to run with me to the finishing line. Amazing! It wasn't pretty but we got there, as I headed towards the the playground, I think I uttered the immortal line 'I can't'. 
What an idiot I am! (Fill free to interchange the word or thought with eejit, lame, crazy).
I turned and bolted toward the finishing line. Catching sight of the time, I won't even comment! I should have been in at least 7 mins earlier! Because you know what I can do it.

The girls had done really well! Smiles abounded. I headed over to queue for ice cream and I pondered my now regular mental breakdown.  Bernie checked the sheets which were up and was able to report to us that she had finished in the top 25. Anna was also happy as she had serious shiny bling around her neck.

The cold was setting in..

Pondering answers to my racing breakdowns both mentally and physical:-
Growing older and weak pelvic floor result in leakage and maybe trip number 21 to the bathroom would also help.
The solution lies in the title of the post, I will try to focus my mind more. But this lack of focus is as a lack of belief in my abilities and that will require me to give myself a good kick in the posterior.
Sometimes its what's needed..

Sweating, aches and foam rolling..

Sweating, a few aches, leaky bladders (the latter is self explanatory and so I'll say no more about it, just to save my own blushes..) these are a few of the joys of running which I have experienced over the last week or so.

The air is so heavy, dead heat and it is so hard to run. I wish I could say the sweat was from how fast I'm running but its not!  The worst is when it goes into your eyes, it stings, so I also have red eyes. TRX is also causing me to sweat buckets!! But it will be worth it, a strong core and better running. Yeahhh..

With a few aches developing, I decided this week to invest in a foam roller..

I just have to figure out to use it properly. Fun times!

This weekend, we as a group are taking part in the women's mini marathon in Killarney. As I suffer from some form of performance or race anxiety, I'm not expecting to smash any records,  (No surprise there, I hear you say).
I am looking forward to seeing the girls on Saturday especially at the Finish Line.

Putting in the miles and muscle..

Training continues, Monday evening usually goes something like this:- waiting for the group, chatting, a warm up, various sessions - usually I pull up the rear but hopefully a bit quicker than last year. The Demense is our training ground at present but even as I write the night sky is dark and it is only 8.30 p.m., so a change in venue will come a lot sooner than last year. 

The plan at present is to run the women's mini marathon and also do the Killarney 10 miler both at the end of September. And with these runs in mind, I have set out each week. The latter frightens me because it has one or two hills in it, but it is for a good cause!!!! 

Michelle, Anna and Karen ran part of the course, report - tough but doable. 

With these runs in mind, last Sunday, I set off to do an 8 mile run.  Leaving the Gleneagle Hotel, I headed toward the Golf Course, steady, steady, steady. 

All was well as I headed towards the Castlerosse Hotel, when a big f****** dog went for me, teeth gnashing, he was on a lead thankfully but his owner didn't seem bothered. The couple coming along after him asked how I was, the shock of it, I stopped. Giving myself a little shake, I went on . Trying to keep my pace steady. 

I have taken to running with a book in my ear, mostly to try and drown out my inner monologue, at present Rob Lowe is my running partner. Not bad having Rob Lowe talking in your ear as you run through Killarney National Park is it!!!

He tells them well..

I headed out the Fossa way, I turned at the entrance at Fossa, 4 down 4 to go.. Heading back, I met Tiffany who had completed the Toughathlon the previous day. A 10K obstacle course which combined running with alot of mud and water. Fair play to her!! 

In fairness, as I am running the view is great, which does help. The various shades of green are so pretty I had to take a picture.

Not a bad view to have in front of you as you run..

But even, with Rob (as I now call him) in my ear, my mind kicks in every now again, the monologue goes something like this , 'Really Majella, are you this fast, you're not that runner, plodder,  Remember!' and invariably, I slow down. But, sometimes I don't, so progress!

As I headed into mile 8, I found it the hardest, I felt tired I suppose. But I stopped and started, a few times. Aghhh!!  But, wanting to finish strong, I sprinted toward my stop sign.  Yeahhh..

A few weeks ago Siobhan came to training telling us about a TRX/kettle bell class, she had started. Her enthusiasm for it encouraged the rest of us to sign up for a once a week class. Wow, tough but my core will thank me around about February. I hope!  At present, it's crying it doesn't know whats going on. 

Over the next few weeks there are a few runs ahead of us and this Saturday, Karen heads to Dingle to complete the Half Marathon. How great is that! She'll do fantastic.. Can't wait to see the bling!

The Rose of Tralee 10K..DONE!!

Where to start, at the beginning I hear you say,and so that is where I'll begin...

I was doing the Rose of Tralee 10K with John,  I must admit I was looking forward to the company, usually I'm on my own with my thoughts and if you've read this blog before, you know how that monologue goes...  Last Sunday, the 10K was starting in the Tralee Bay Wetlands, as we walked into the centre, the rain began to fall, it was a really heavy Summer shower that came out of nowhere. A while later, I would have appreciated a drop of rain!
Kick off was at 11am, we started at a nice steady pace and I was comfortable, we saw Susan and my godson Daniel, as we left the wetlands and gave them a cheer, smiling we ran on with a spring in our step. Around the roundabout, forward we went and then disaster I heard Owhhh!!! Someone, had stood on the back of Johns foot and he came down on to it hard. We stopped and reassessed, I asked did he want to pull out but no we continued. It was slightly unsettling, for the next mile or so, we slowed, sped up but continued on.
At this stage of the run, we on a long straight road out of Tralee heading to Banna, I knew we were turning right near Mount Hawk school and so I waited patiently for it. As we turned and continued on, we got into a nice easy rhythm, I thought to myself  I am enjoying this. Although, I have to say it was warm,  hot even, we were running a straight road with little or no shelter, which led to much, much sweating. But not that you were too uncomfortable.
 (I have since discovered that this new road is nicknamed 'the fat mile' because of all the people walking and running it).
Ahead the steward directed us downhill to the water station, I had water so didn't take any, John did and as we went up the hill, I thought this was a bit cruel at the half way mark!!! Onwards, we went, pockets of people cheered us on, which was really great. One lady in particular, clapped and offered a word of encouragement to everyone who passed and it was much appreciated!
Heading towards Rock street, then down Rock Street, we were nearly finished and then we turned the corner and were in Denny Street. I felt tired, but crossed the line, thumbs up!!
It wasn't a day for a PB but I was happy, I hadn't pushed myself but was consistent. Medal received, we got water and banana which were welcome. I didn't realise there was no tech shirt as I had been looking forward to it as the one they got in 2013 was lovely.

Johns foot was swollen! (Thankfully, no serious damage but it is badly bruised).

Bernie also ran, she she a good run  and was at the finish line, so we could swap stories.

I have to say on reflection I enjoyed the experience as a whole. The route was just tough enough to be enjoyable. And so, like Arnold, "I'll be back..."

More Bling...

Moving forward..

Last year after the half marathon, I don't think I ran for a couple of weeks and it was tough to get back on track, I felt my fitness dipped quite a bit and by the time the group met again in September, I felt I had to a lot of ground to recover. This year I was determined to not let this happen and thankfully, I wasn't alone, some of the girls also wanted to keep going. So each Monday, we meet up, whoever can make it does and if you can't there's always next week.  We meet at the Killarney National Park, where there are so many directions in which you can run offering great variety. And there's also some one else out running..

We have been doing some hill training as some of us are aiming to do the 10 mile race in Killarney this September, which features one or two hills and so preparation is needed. And if I was just on my own, I would run in the other direction of a hill. Maybe, once I'd give it a go but I wouldn't try as hard as I do when with the group.
The last few evenings we have had a few rain showers so it makes it harder to put on your trainers and head out for a run, but at least its not as humid as it has been!






I am as usual  trying to push through my internal monologue of running doom and have had some success in doing so. Even John has noticed, when we run together my pace has stepped up. Yeahhh!

John took this of me on the go!!

I am doing a 10K on Sunday just so I'll have run at near race pace. Hahaha listen to me race pace, its nearly all the same pace.. I am bringing John along with me, to push me on.

We are up to date now, and I will write about the 10K early next week.

PBs abound...

I really don't know what to say... Yesterday, I achieved a few PB's, which under normal circumstance, I would be delighted with and to be quiet truthful I am but in one PB I received I know could do better, I know it is all very cryptic! 

To begin, I went for a run with the group on Monday evening, we met, chatted, stretched and did a 4 mile run. Our last group run before the Half marathon. I started off the run chatting to Siobhan, she made a great observation, everyone congratulated her achievement on doing a half marathon they didn't follow it up with 'in what time?', I tried to keep that in my head this week. (And today!!) After my first mile I settled into my run and continued on, I did in fact enjoy it, I know who knew!!!  As, I headed into the last mile, I was waning, when who should appear Bernie,she was followed by Caroline, on we went, we reached Doreen, ahead of us was Siobhan. As I my garmin hit 4 miles, I was delighted, in the run I had done and that it was done.  If left to my own devices, I would have walked to the entrance to stretch but with the encouragement of these women I jogged on.  

The support of a great running group should not to be underestimated!!  

Doreen had an old injury give her problem and  had doubts about the half marathon, I am delighted to report she crossed the finish line. After a chat, we all arranged to meet at 7am on Saturday morning at the Gleneagle Car park.

Best foot forward

As, the alarm went off Saturday morning at 5 am, I felt OKish!! I wasn't overly nervous but there were a few butterflies flying around. Coffee, toast, banana consumed, washed, teeth & hair brushed, dressed, bags in car..And off I go!  

Arriving at the Gleneagle Hotel I saw Bernie & Tina, I was quickly directed into a car space near to where Michelle & Anna were parked. Car locked, after wishing the girls good morning, I headed to the bathroom (not the last trip)! One by one we all arrived, the last bus was heading to the start at 7.30am, so a few more bathroom trips and a group photo, we headed on to the bus, Bernie and Tiffany were separated from us. But we all met again at the start.

As we headed to the start line, we chatted away Caroline was having a hectic weekend not only was she running the half marathon, she was opening a cafe on Sunday -'Cosies Cafe' in Caherciveen. Karen was beside me and as we chatted time passed and we were there. As commented, 'Other then staying on the bus to head back down it was time to get off and run, 13.1 miles.' 

It's crazy, of that there is no doubt! 13.1 miles

As some headed to the toilets, the queue was a sight, nerves were abound! I didn't avail of the facilities which I would later regret. As we waited we ran into Aidan from last years group he was as usual smiling, it was great to catch up. 

My first selfie at race start! Note to self try to smile!! 

As we all wished each other good luck and said see you at the finish line. We set off. I kept my own pace, I was comfortable and steady. I tried to take in my surroundings, as I have often said we do live in a beautiful part of the country. At this stage I got a little stitch and the girls who passed said stretch to the other side, which I did but I kept my feet moving. 

I was enjoying the run, I really mean it.

As I hit the tunnel, I ducked into the loo. The lads manning the water table were offering words of encouragement and laughter. Much appreciated lads! But as, I headed off again I felt hard to get into a rhythm there is a few pulls in this stretch, which demanded gritted teeth. I heard a siren and the first full marathoner passed OMG, he didn't look like he had broken a sweat. 

Onwards, I just kept saying get to Torc, smile plastered on my face, feet moving forward.

Taken by Valarie O Sullivan

The picture above is why I should only ever take pictures or head shots. I can't take a good photo, I can look better, believe me! 

Not long after this shot I was walking. Into the park I went, at this point the first of the 10K runners went sailing by me. I also had a niggle on my left side it was sore, tired legs and lack of stamina meant I was near to throwing in the towel.  I know, I know!! Rang Susan, she said keep going I did, but Aghhhh!! Then suddenly I heard 'Majella is that you', it was Denise a neighbour she too was injured and so together we soldiered. John came up behind us a while later and so our duo became a treble. Soon, we were at the Jarvey track, we jogged toward the finish, the cheer of the group pushed me on and over the finish line, I went. 

I obviously have only one pose for the camera!

I had to lean against wall for a second. I really have to say a big thanks to Denise, much appreciated. We crossed the road where we received our medals and t-shirts.  Which I love!! One of my biggest cheerleaders Catherine was on hand to say well done! I really I wanted to meet the group. 

Everyone, was in great spirits, some of the girls had already gone but everyone had done really well.

At this stage of the day I was never attempting or doing a half again! 

(By the end of the day, I was ready to sign up again).

As we all parted ways, we were meeting up later, I headed to the massage tent. As, I queued I meet a  man Pat Kiely & his lovely family from Waterford, he talked about how he started running and his experiences. Isn't that what running is about, meeting people you wouldn't normally and having something in common. 

Now let me explain my opening statement, at the Run Killarney Half Marathon I achieved the following PBs   (personal bests) - 1KM, 1Mile, 5K, 10K and Half Marathon. It is the last PB which could have been better yesterday, but listed out like that not bad for one run!

I say thanks to the following amazing ladies :- Bernie, Tina, Michelle, Caroline, Siobhan, Doreen, Maeve, Karen, Anna, Tiffany, Gillian, Fiona, Caroline who soldiered with me in training for the Run Killarney HM Their ability is inspiring! There laughter & comradeship has been a source of encouragement & support. As amazing as these ladies have been I really must thank my trainer 'extraordinaire' Brenda, I can honestly say knowing you has changed my life for the better.

Taking a week off, Running will then resume...

Where does the time go????

I don't know what I was thinking etc... But Yesterday it suddenly hit me, I am running a half marathon in two weeks. Crazzzy!!! Last year, seemed different I think it was pure excitement that got me to the start line. This year, it just seemed to creep up on me.. I have been out running and this week I have been smiling more, which is always good. I think I am more accepting of my pace, which makes for a happy mind. I have also noticed my legs are getting stronger which also helps.

The Run Killarney Half marathon is one of the most picturesque, the closing date is the 9th July

I did tell ye!

Leave it go..

Well the weather has been fantastic, it has been blue sky weather. Great in general bit not so much for running. The humid air makes it hard. Bit, we persevere! Sweaty and sticky has been the order of the day for much of the past  fortnights runs.
Logging the mileage on the legs has been the aim, not pretty, definitely not graceful but getting it done,
Well last Thursday, I had a lovely run it was drizzling but I went out early, no one around & I just switched off. Before long I was back at the car smiling. Loved it!
Unfortunately, the same couldn't be said about Saturdays run.
We met at the Gleneagle car park at 7am and headed off on our long run. The first couple of miles were OK at my own pace, I was smiling, the dinis route is hilly and so takes a bit of effort in parts and as I met the girls coming against me they told me Brenda was waiting for me and as I thought of the half marathon I said 'I can't do it'. Of course, she told me I could. So I turned and headed back, as I continued on I knew I wasn't right and I sweat alot normally but when I felt dizzy, I just knew I couldn't finish. I rang Brenda and she came back to me. This is the first time I didn't finish, I was so embarrassed-mortification.
After making sure I got some energy into me, Brenda gave me the advice 'it was a bad run, leave it here' and so hopefully my bad run is behind me and it's all good from here..
For some of the group it was the first time they had ran in double digits so what a great morning for them. Bernie ran an amazing 10K this Sunday in Kilmoyley coming 2nd in the ladies category.
In other news, I am officially registered for the Run Killarney Half marathon..  All I can say at this stage is #Bringiton

Still smiling...

Well, I think this is the first week in a while that I have felt truely happy in my running.
Monday training, had me facing that hill again, words spring to mind that I couldn't write or say out loud but have thought many times as I went up it, which best describe my feelings about this particular part of the national park . I put my head down, I felt better about it this week and felt sure I would complete it but No I haven't conquered it. YET! Some day.. Maybe!
Brenda told us we would meet on Saturday to do an 8 mile run as a group. We were to meet at 7.30am. Yikes!
As I ran during the week, I really enjoyed it. I felt I had a little spring in my step...
I don't know if I had the same spring at 6am on saturday morning , due to work I had arranged to meet Brenda at 7am. Arriving at the Gleneagle, Brenda and a few of the girls were there- Caroline, Doreen, Karen and Tiffany.
The route was as follows: -Down to Killarney Oaks up to the Gleneagle Hotel stretch, then head to Killarney Golf course, go down hill to the  turn off for demense, turn and return to Gleneagle.
As we set off, I turned on a bit of music in a bid to out shout my inner running voice, even as I write it I laugh because that voice is Sooo LOUD! However, at this stage we had a bit of a chat and settled in, after the  stretching we all headed off, Gillian had joined us at this stage. Brenda would follow on her bike later as soon as the rest of the group set off at 7.30am. Heading in to town was fine, keeping to my own pace. I was lost in the music and checking out who was out and about at this hour, there were a few.
It was cloudy at this stage of the day , so no sun beating down on us although it was warm it was still  comfortable.  Passing the Cathedral I noted I was alone on the road,  I felt calm and I was enjoying the run, the quiet.. All was good. As I reached the castlerosse, I slowed, but my little mantra kept me going
'You can, you will, you have'
with the help of Timber, Pharrell Willams and more..
So as I met Caroline & Doreen, I'm sure I was smiling. As, I  headed  into the golf course I was wary about the turnaround as there was g a slight incline , and in fairness me & uphill don't gel.. But, I felt a smile as I saw Karen & Tiffany they  were in good spirits. I slowed down once more at the turn as Brenda came up beside me and as I hit the incline I  slowed to a walk going up. I got water from Brenda and a few words of encouragement.  And so, as I left the golf course, I have to say I felt good in how the morning was going for me.
And then, yeah, BOooom!!
I saw the other girls coming against me and as they passed,  that inner voice of mine switched to high volume. I kept waiting for the footsteps to pass me out and so, instead of stepping it up - I slowed.
I am a idiot..
But, to take something positive from this negative I kept moving. But I couldn't find a steady pace. As I hit the top of Mission Rd, I was feeling bummed out, unable to motivate myself, I thought I just to have to get on with it. As, I headed toward the Gleneagle I saw Brenda heading towards me on the bike, I must of looked a state, a big sweaty head up on me. It was the first time, I can say I was truely glad to see the stop sign! (Although training begins there Monday so that thought won't linger).
On reflection, for me overall  it was a good run, I hadn't stopped if only  I hadn't let that voice take over! Frustrating is the first word that springs to mind! I have to learn to trust my training, the miles I've logged and most of all myself.
As my internal debate/monologue will undoubtedly continue I'm smiling because already I'm looking forward to the next run.

New runners, blue skies & smiles..

Hill climbing & inspirational women...

Bernie and Tina competed the half marathon in Killarney and Caroline, Tiffany and Siobhan ran in the Dingle mini marathon.. They all did really well. Inspirational! That is the word I associate most with my running group each lady is an inspiration. Long may they inspire!!

Monday evening training took place in the Demense, I found it tough. After our warm up and stretches, Brenda laid out her devilish plan for the session. We had to run to various points and when you got there you had to run back to where Brenda was in the group. Now, I am not a big fan of this because I am usually last and that means everyone has to head back to me, as Brenda usual hangs back at the end of the group. At each point, we had to head off to the next which was fine until we hit the hill near Knockreer Hse, (if you have read this blog you will know I have had problems with said hill before!) As, I went up the hill Brenda was beside me but I couldn't catch my breath, I tried not to stop but I did. I started to panic but I took a few deep breaths and kept moving. As we ran down the hill, Brenda stopped to take photos, she later posted them on facebook, beautiful red deer grazing, I hadn't even seen them.  As, I met the group running up towards me  I could see the next point ahead. That done onwards to the next point well that was the plan, Bernie had other ideas!! Brenda ran with me and we discussed by breathing, which had gone awry,  it is complete panic!! When I think of my pace or not letting people down I panic. Which makes me catch my breath..
 SILLY you say, I KNOW!
However, that is the benefit of having Brenda there, to notice it, to put me on the right direction for the week ahead and of course, to push me panic or not.. 

Getting back to the run, as we headed to the next point, waiting for a cow to pass.. (no jokes, please!) we realised the group had passed it and headed up to the point. So, we continued on and as, we went for a warm down jog and stretch, Brenda handed out our programs for the week, something to look forward to.
Tuesday evening, it was raining, the term 'cats and dogs' was more appropriate, so I put my run on hold. Wednesday afternoon, I headed out, amazingly the sun had come out, so I put thoughts of pace and all my other 'BS' out of my mind and followed Brenda's advice to concentrate once more on my breathing. With this thought, I headed off, wow what a difference, I really had a great run!
By Saturday, it was raining again, but I headed out because it could be raining in July. I hope not!
7 miles to do,  as always the first mile or so is the hardest, then I settle into it. Even though it was raining it was very humid, I had water with me. But, I was sopping wet by the end of the run but smiling..
Heading into training last Monday, I was feeling good about the previous weeks running, but I knew from previous experience that probably wouldn't be the case by 8pm. It was by the way still raining. As we started the session we all chatted as we went for a warm up run before the session really kicked off. Stretching done, Brenda explained what we were to do, go down to cattle gate up to house around the corner and up Knockreer hse hill down hill and repeat again backwards (i.e start by going up Knockreer hse). OMG.. People it was not pretty, first part was OK but that bloody hill.! Going up first time I stopped, once again I couldn't catch my breath, all my good runs of the week gone.. it was torture going up the hill, down was not too bad. As I reached the house, I just stood to catch my full breath and bring down my racing heart. Off we went again, slowly does it I was thinking. Brenda was beside me saying no stopping, I was slowing, I wanted to stop, I also I really wanted to pee.. As I was near the top something had to give, coming down the hill with a full bladder is not pleasant and as I continued on, I just kept thinking keep going. Warm down jog and stretch done! By the end of the session, I felt spent...  
Last Monday aside, bank holiday weekend yeahhh!! So the Women's Mini Marathon is on in Dublin, Brenda is running as is Karen, so sending best wishes to them for a great run.

It about summed me up, last Monday!

'Moaning myrtle' am I..

Well it's been a busy few weeks with running and a bank holiday thrown into the mix. To begin, I want to congratulate Siobhan and Bernie on their runs. Siobhan did a great first half marathon in Limerick and Bernie ran an inspiring 22K in the Killarney Wings for Life run. Amazing ladies!
Our training night fell on the Bank holiday, so we met  at the Demense. We did our warm up and stretched. The aim was to run two loops- run down by canal, over bridge and up hill and reverse, we were told to push it. I don't know if I have the ability to push it! 
Especially, when I am being timed!
We did another loop I tried to push it at the end. Yeahh!! Training schedules handed out for the week, it's not bad.

I have my usual days for running and in truth, I much prefer running in the morning. The last week or so, I have felt unenthuasiastic with my running, I can't find my rhythm, I go out with all the best intentions.. I run on, I slow down, I speed up it's just frustrating.

 'Moaning myrtle' should be my new name. 

Anyways, last Monday training was out at Torc. The day was really wet and I was sure we were going to get soaked, but other than at a bit of a drizzle it was fine. The session started out with a quick walk up the steps, then we jogged on as we hit the top carpark, we stretched. The road then goes straight down or goes further up. Guess which way we went?
Brenda, once more reminded me of my breathing as I had mentioned earlier I was finding it tough and I set to it. Onwards, the route is quiet pretty, but to be honest I didn't see much of it. At, the bridge they were waiting, lets go says Brenda as she continued forward. The road has a good pull in it before hitting a steep hill with a bend in it, it was at this point in the evening that I thought Brenda was trying to kill me! I swear, woe was me I thought as I shuffled forward! Now it wasn't as if anyone in the group would have thought it was fun I'm sure they didn't. The thing is, I knew I go would up the hill, if I could just notch it up a bit. As we came down, we were all having a little chat and soon, we were at the bottom of the steps.

We look fresh...

After we had reached the carpark and stretched, Brenda gave us Run Killarney entry forms which I have to get to this week.
Also, this weekend Tina and Bernie are running a half marathon in Killarney and Siobhan is doing the 10K in Dingle.
Push on is the motto for the week..

The bonus of running in Kerry

The scenery ..

 

Where still waters meet..

The path not travelled

I'm always looking for a four leaved one..

  

FAB ISN'T IT...

My Driving force..

Last week, I did nothing nada, zilch, zero. I know what ye're thinking I'll be the one complaining and moaning about how slow etc.. I am.  So it was with a sense of dread that I headed to training. I don't know about any one else but if I miss my runs, I find my legs always feel heavier on that first run. So, as I arrived at Torc with Susan, I put my hands up to Brenda and admitted my lack of effort the previous week. And tried not to think of the pain I might feel over the next hour.
As soon as everyone arrived, we set off down under the tunnel and into the park. As I chatted away to Caroline, Tina & Susan, we continued into the park and reminisced about the half marathon the previous year. As we turned to turn back our talk turned to fashion of the running variety, Michelle had a lovely running jacket on, which she told us that 'Santa' had got her, we all noted that since our running adventures had started any gifts received seemed to have a running theme.
Onwards we went and  I resumed my place at the back of the pack!
As we reached the bottom of Torc steps, up we went. We got to the top of the first two sets of steps and then I kid you not Brenda said the following "WE'LL JOG ON!!".  At this point I was wrecked, I tried to run I did I promise but my legs settled into a walk. As we went up the next set of steps, I felt like I couldn't do it. Of course I could and did it with Brenda urging me on. We had to go down the steps and up once more before heading down to the bottom. We then ran down to the toilets which was quite enjoyable until we got to the end and Brenda said we were to run up to the base of steps and down 5 times. At this stage the thought of running up to those steps was beyond me or so I thought! I also thought that Brenda was trying to kill me... But In fairness, the finish changed each time, thankfully and with each time it got easier. That's what makes the group great it pushes you to do things you wouldn't normally do or think you could do.
We headed to the carpark, as we stretched we discussed motivation, I think being the second time round for some of us we aren't wide eyed about it and know whats in front of us. Aghhhhhh!!!! So we have to set new goals rather than just finishing a half marathon. Poor Karen, Tara & Tiffany had to listen us reminiscing. But the newest members of our group are way more capable than I was last year to be truthful than I am this year..
This weekend some of the group are out running Siobhan, is heading to do Limerick run half marathon and Bernie is doing the Wings for  Life run in Killarney.
Also, as mentioned I haven't spent much time talking about the group this year which I aim to change because the group is the driving force which helps me moving forward.

Two steps forward One step back..but laughing all the way.

I Just when  I think I'm making progress, I have a bad run and I am reminded not to get too cocky.
I went for a three mile run a week or two ago, I didn't think too much about it beforehand  but I knew when I started running it would be good. My legs felt strong and the sound of my feet on the road pushed me forward. As I finished, I was smiling and sweaty. As, I looked at my garmin I had run each mile a minute faster. PROGRESS!!
Which did not last beyond my next run. By my next group training, I was a mess. I was plodding along, couldn't catch my breath.. Disaster!
Disaster not, I put my head down and powered on with my program. Brenda said, we would be heading up Torc Waterfall steps which would be good for strength and endurance. In preparation for this training routine, I decided to do some recon so I headed up. I couldn't make it up the first set without stopping to catch a breath. My heart was pounding. By the time, I had reached the top, I was breathing heavily. I practiced going up a few times so I wouldn't stop when with the group. This week, we went up the torc steps and as usual I was last but as slow as I was compared to the others ast least I didn't have to stop mid-climb. Its a little thing a small step forward but it makes me happy. 

I will conquer them is my new mantra.

Training begins again and the sun shines...

Well our training group reconvened a little over two weeks ago, there were both old and new faces, the dread I had felt earlier in the day was not warranted. I wasn't as bad as I thought as Tina reminded me 'think of what you were like last year'. In truth, there is no comparison even though I complain about my lack of pace I am a runner this year.
Our first night of training was to show Brenda what we were capable of . All our newbies our very good, I will get all the names down soon! Brenda gave us a good 'ol workout, talking as I was doing squats and lunges was not a good idea ( as I lost count of the number done), for the next day or so,  I had severe pain in my gluteus maximus!!!
By our second night in, I definitely felt my pace improve also so was the weather. Which made a great difference to my training, blue skies meant I couldn't wait to get outside rather than the past few months of  dragging myself out into the wind and rain.
The weather has been so good that I have been out as much as I could. I have been looking at new routes, killarney really does come into its own when the sun shines. It's amazing that until I took up running I really didn't appreciate the beauty that surrounds us.
I've put up a few pics of the scenery I'm passing as I run.
I'm looking to the half marathon now. The motto at the moment is #bringiton