My running – and writing this blog – stalled so badly after the pot-hole marathon in January that a bump-start to the engine was needed.
What better way to get the pistons firing again than two marathons in two days along the glorious South West Coast Path, involving 10,000 feet of climbing, as part of the Votwo events Devon Coast Challenge
Never mind that the furthest I’d run in three months was 13 miles, the thought of two whole days with nothing to think about but putting one foot in front of the other, whilst savouring fabulous scenery, was enough temptation to test whether the sparks were still working.
Thankfully they were, I loved every step of those 52.4 miles. The fantastic weather was a big plus, perfect for going out for an open-top spin. Once I got going, the miles melted away, each steep climb or descent rewarded with another spectacular view.
The first day from Braunton Burrows to Combe Martin was seven and a half hours, 4,000 feet of the climbing, the second day on to Porlock, just over 8 hours, 6,000 feet of climbing. The aim of this race though was not a fast time, but a good time.
I was also keen to get marathons 68 and 69 under my belt, in advance of Sunday May 26th, for the third, and what is to be final Women Can Marathon, which will by my 70th. I’m looking forward to being the official back marker sweeper marshal, a fitting way to finish this event I dreamt up as a one-off for 2017, and which I’m proud that it has enabled many women to run a marathon for the first time.
Although I’ve been lax at posting here, I have been writing elsewhere, recently publishing a new children’s story ‘Archie, Space Dog!’ about my Cairn-Skye terrier cross Archie dreaming of going to the moon, with fabulous illustrations by Mark Hannon.
The book was six months from writing to publication, an intense process, with a build up on the Facebook page to lift off on Saturday May 4th.
Recent weeks and months have seen the fourth and second anniversaries of the loss of my dad and my mum, a bout of flu for me, and a series of health issues for my husband John.
This weekend of two marathons was just what I needed – physically tiring, but mentally rejuvenating – and good to find there’s life in the old legs yet.
Now I’ve got the engine fired up again, just need to keep running. Happy to be back in the driving seat.