16/04/2026
I share my highs, and I will share my lows.
This one definitely felt like a low at the time, but it's a new part of my journey that to now, I'd not experienced. The first few pics are what I usually achieve all the way around races - I seek out photographers, and strike my pose. A few pics along, the reflection of how this one broke me shines through.
I took on the alone on Sunday. This is the first time in my running journey that I've done a half marathon without a friend alongside me. Honestly, I hated it. I hate running - genuinely hate it. I do however, LOVE race day euphoria and chaos - seriously LOVE it. I know this race wasn't going to provide that for me, but I'm training for a different event next month, and this race was part of that training.
I was extremely poorly the week leading up to Easter, and was in recovery from that illness for a fair few days afterwards. I didn't start eating properly until 3 days before the race - so my nutrition wasn't where it should've been, neither was my hydration. In all honesty, my training was a million miles off where it was when I've been preparing for half marathons in the past. I'm not new to these, I've done a fair share; but my 10mile training run last month went really well, and I was secure in my knowledge that I'd be able to pull out another three miles.
I'd sensibly decided to change my strategy for race day due to the nutrition, hydration and low energy elements I'd be working through, to a 4minute:1minute run:walk ratio with a target of 12min/mile (after I would've run the first 9mins in order to get through the initial congestion). This strategy worked until 10.3 miles, where suddenly, the wheels fell off. My legs felt like they'd been anchored. I could hardly lift them, and I began clock watching in desperation for the run interval to end so I could walk. My breathing was all over the place, I was sweating a lot (I don't usually sweat much at all), and after another half a mile or so, I started feeling dizzy, very hungry, and my legs had started to cramp. It was here I realised I had no option but to walk the remaining 2 and a bit miles. I was devastated. I felt like I'd failed what should've been an achievable task. However, I managed to walk at a very fast pace of 15:35min/mile.
I somehow managed to shuffle the final 200yrds to the finish. I left NOTHING behind that day. I gave everything I had (including sweat & tears), and for that, I won the race! 🎉
I also managed to pet 14 dogs on my way around, so I definitely win 🥹