Unsurprisingly, there wasn’t a whole lot of running from me, but rather from everybody else instead with the inaugural Birmingham International Marathon in town!
I opted to take Monday and Tuesday off from work to cover whatever eventuality I’d be faced with, post-race.
The keen eyed amongst you will notice there was no weekly post to accompany last week’s Yorkshire Marathon race write-up. There really wasn’t very much of note that happened during the week that wasn’t touched upon in the race review, bar going for a sports massage at the exceptional Guildhall Practice. They did absolute wonders for me, pre-race, unlocking my full range of motion and undoing any pent up tightness from weeks and weeks of repeated training abuse. With time available to me, I booked myself back in for a post-race session, albeit at a much lower intensity!
Simon Bell saw me once again, but was incredibly surprised to see how good shape my legs were in! Even post-marathon, he noted how much less tightness there was compared to a week prior. I shared that I’d run in Nike’s Vaporfly 4%, which perceptively took a lot of the impact out of the race from my legs, though did appear to put more strain on my quads, especially the one on my right side.
I won’t lie – there was yelping at times… But, I felt immediately better and the dreaded Tuesday legs never materialised! Of course, it is entirely possible that I suffered less post-race due to more training volume and specificity; the amount of damage I seem pick-up after each marathon has decreased to the point where I’m now only perhaps marginally suffering more than an eyeballs out half marathon.
Just what I didn’t need after poor sleep leading into the race was poor sleep after finishing the race…
There must have been so much adrenaline coursing through my veins, requiring several days to come back down from the temporary high. By Wednesday, I was really feeling it, but at least I began my return to work to kickstart getting back into a routine.
Cannon Hill parkrun
My first run in almost a week proved to be a rather strange experience in more ways than one.
Getting changed into running gear felt odd and out of routine, requiring much more thought than originally anticipated to make sure I had everything I needed. The pace the run was covered at (just shy of 8 minutes per mile/5 minutes per km) felt challenging on my body, not helped by the amped up temperature and humidity of the morning.
I will not rush my return to regular running; I probably dived back in too soon a year ago, following it up with a challenging half marathon plan that likely led to my injury downfall in late December.
Here’s the Strava data for this run.
The Birmingham International Marathon
Since 2014, I’ve firmly been a spectator and supporter at my hometown race, now with a marathon option to bring back the 26.2 mile distance to the streets of Birmingham, which hasn’t seen a marathon since the 80s.
Marathon fever struck and it was almost odd to encounter runners that were not looking to go long, so Lis, Simon and I had a rather lengthy list of people to keep an eye out for. Due to rather light nutrition provisions on the course from the organisers (Great Run), I also became a moving gel and energy drink station for two runners that I had particular vested interests in providing assistance to.
The first runner that I would be assisting was Dave Burton. I’d coached Dave to best prepare him for his first and possibly only marathon, and wanted him to be able to do the best he could without any regrets. His nutrition request? Bundles of 2x High5 Isogels, which were to be provided at approximately miles 9, 18 and 24.
The other runner I assisted was Darryll Thomas. Throughout the summer, we’d both been working towards our own respective sub-3 hour marathons, trading encouragement, training advice, and even participating in the odd race together. Missing my own sub-3 hour goal meant doing what I could help Darryll achieve it on race day. His nutrition request? Lucozade with small bags of jelly babies strapped to the bottles, and to be handed out at the same points as above.
Tactically, the points on the route I’d chosen were perfect. They afforded long straights leading up to us, so we could always see Dave and Darryll in the distance with no surprises. We were able to freely cross the road to change sides, and I was also able to run with both of them as I handed their gels/drinks over, allowing them both to not break stride, especially in the later stages. For the other runners we kept an eye out for, we were able to see some people up to four times, courtesy of the two-lap configuration that broadly covered the middle section of the marathon route.
First up was Darryll, nailing sub-3 pace.
Dave came through next, looking so relaxed and executing the plan he and I had devised to perfection.
Sadly, Darryll began fading at around 16 miles by his account, citing the brutality of the course for his demise (a sentiment shared by many I’ve spoken to since). Every cloud has its silver lining, and he did go on to achieve yet another London Marathon Good For Age qualifying finish, allowing Darryll to return to the capital sometime in the future.
Dave went on to have a blinding debut, also looking like he’d thoroughly enjoyed it, too. Very few people get the opportunity to experience both of those things, so my hat goes off to him. Keep an eye out for the interview with Dave as an imminent post.
Below is a gallery of the photos Lis and I took of the day. Whilst we did see many, many familiar faces, we simply couldn’t take photos of everybody due to the density of runners at times…