My Unofficial Recap Of 2013 Where I Talk About My Best & Worst Moments!
Toss up between the Edinburgh Rock N Roll and Dublin Rock N Roll medals. Both great as I’m a rock hippy and love the guitar medals.
The time when I felt like giving up…….but didn’t!
Dublin. Mile 21. I wasn’t gonna quit the race but I felt like stopping for a walk break.
But the crowd were incredible and I knew if I’d stop they’d find out where I lived and firebomb me for being a big pussy.
Anything you’ve learnt about your body?
My tits don’t weep because they’re emotional.
I’ve invested in some compression tops to try to ease my chaffing nips.
Best Goody bag
Definitely the Great Scottish Run 2013 bag. It was a nice bag and it had a decent amount of shit in it including a Galaxy Bubbles bar.
There wasn’t a goody bag that I can remember in Las Vegas but we were offered lots of shit after crossing the finishing line including drinks, peanuts and beer.
So definitely Rock and Roll Las Vegas as well.
The Las Vegas one would definitely win if they put all the shit they gave you after finishing in one big bag.
Why am I here moment?
Almost every race outside Northern Ireland.
Travelling on your own for a race is weird as there’s always a part of you brain that chirps “this isn’t fucking healthy, why the fuck are you here on your own you weirdo?”
Then you sink a few drinks and that part of your brain is silenced and before you know it, it’s race day and you’re fucking hungover.
I’m gonna have to drop out of this race before it’s started
Great Scottish Run 2013.
I drank far too much in the Cathouse on Friday before race day Sunday and I was still feeling fucking awful on Saturday.
That Saturday was quite a terrible day. I spent it walking around like a zombie in the Buchanan Galleries, particularly terrified that I’d lose my balance on the escalator on the top floor and end up belly flopping over the rail and squashing some charity workers on ground floor.
Fortunately I came away with a personal best in the race and a nice grey blazer from Primark.
I am a God moment
I’ve never really felt like a God whilst running. I usually finish 2 hours behind the winners and that’s just in a half marathon race.
I think running has a great humbling effect. You quickly learn where you are in the pecking order.
I am a Dog moment
In terms of feeling low within myself it’d have to be the night before the Paris marathon.
I was feeling extremely homesick and was drinking super-stength lagers from Carrefour to try to settle my mind on the Saturday night.
On most pre-race nights you naturally feel like an alien as you’ve been training for something enormous for 4 fucking months.
But to be there in a strange city on your own AND to be worried about a marathon after 2 nights of psychedelic brain-rape in Amsterdam?
Then the only answer is Koenigsbier.
Las Vegas Marathon I guess.
It was a really well organised race but the fun ended during the quiet parts of the race which were very dark and devoid of any other people.
I’m in love moment
The first time I ran around Knockagh Hill this year. I was always obsessed by the Monument as a kid and I remember my eldest sister and I walked up there when I was 13 and we were both exhausted.
To jog around there without dying was a massive moment.
I try to run that route once a week now as I love it.
Im gonna be sick moment
Vegas mile 8. I was beginning to feel the force of the Margaritas that I’d drank around 2pm.
In my bad judgement I’d shot down a lot of Lime flavoured Gatorade through the first few aid stations on the Strip.
We’d hit the dark part of the course where only my thoughts could entertain me and my stomach was adding commentary.
The thought of 18 more miles of nausea made me wanna hurl.
That’s the most difficult thing about marathon races, if you fall into a negative mindset early-on, then you assume it’s gonna be with you for the rest of the race.
Yet when you fall into a positive mindset you believe it’s only temporary. You try to cling onto the positivity but it disappears like a good dream.
Hey this time last year I didnt know…
I can run Ultra Marathons. Even if it involves a great amount of brain rape.