So this weekend just passed we drove down to Wellington for a break. I love road trips and am always excited to be leaving and enjoying the journey. This time I was having the added excitement of a long run in the Capital, 25K planned. On top of that was the added excitement of the wild weather forecast! Okay….mmmmm.
The journey down was pretty uneventful, no wild weather yet, So I thought to myself “This is not too bad, maybe the forecast is being exaggerated…”. We arrived in Wellington, bit windy, nothing to crazy, had some dinner out and went to our accommodation to bunk down for the night.
And the next day…….what wild weather! Wind gusts to 140km per hour, crazy rain…..nooooooo!
So the easy 5K prep run got done on the treadmill. Oh how I detest treadmill running. It’s like being a hamster, going nowhere, nothing to look at, but just forget to pay attention for one moment and you’re off, flung against the far wall, dignity in tatters…..
That over, we set out to drive the route I had planned for my 25K the following day. It made for an interesting drive! The wind was so strong that the sea was blowing across the road like rain, no planes were landing….we saw one take off and it appeared to blow backwards for a few minutes. Needless to say, it was apparent that should the weather behave like this on Sunday, I would once again be doomed to the treadmill. there was no way I would remain upright or even on the footpath if I tried to go out in that weather. You see this is the problem when you are training for a marathon….you can not miss the long run, it is the key (well at least in my head it is)
I am stubborn though, people will agree with me, those that know me well. When we got back, I hooped on to the MetService website and had a look at what was to come and there it was! A small gap in the crazy weather, just when I needed to go and do my long run. So I set about planning a new route, which would be more protected from the wind should it be an issue.
Sunday dawned a bit less windy. There was some sun and it seemed as if I would be okay running my new route. So inspired, I set off at 7am, with my back up water bottle all sorted. Now here I must put in a little bit of useful information….there is no way you can prepare for a marathon without some help. You need support, whether it is physical, emotional, psychological…..My support comes in the form of Geoff, my fantastic husband, who will meet me to give me more water, ferry me to and from finishing and starting points, motivate me when I doubt myself and just be there for me. You do not run a marathon by yourself, your family runs it with you.
So back to Sunday…..I set off, not much wind, beautiful day, no rain. I was going really well, met Geoff just before the half way point, and he joined me as I carried on to the turn around point. From then on it got interesting….
I missed the turnaround so ran further than expected, no problem I thought, I’ll just cut the run short at the end. Heading back I noticed that the wind felt stronger and the closer I got to Oriental Bay the windier it got. And then I reached the stretch I was dreading, for I knew this is where the prevailing wind doth blow almighty strong, and it was! And I proceded to run on the spot, blow backwards, have to walk backwards into the wind, chase my cap down the road, get laughed at and try to make it round the corner.
Which I finally did….obviously, otherwise I would still be there, tied to a pole or something.
So that was my run, I did finish it early and still managed to run too far. The final distance was 26.3K, longest ever for me, and from now on each week will be my longest ever for me run, until I start to taper in October.