Race report by Andy K
Yesterday I ran my first ever marathon which is something even 6 months ago I’d never thought I’d write
Between the ever increasing long runs, the hill reps, the strength training and trying to actually put thought into what I eat, the training has been long and brutal. Over the last few weeks, the constant schedule, metal pressure, and an annoying chest infection I couldn’t seem to shake was slowly eroding the enjoyment of running I had. However the support and advice I got from my friends, family, and of course the lovely members of Lostock AC community helped me get through it
As we made our way over to Lincolnshire on Saturday, the nerves were really starting to set in, but thankfully I was with a few experienced runners who helped settle the jitters with a couple of pints and a few large pizzas (It turns out the best part of training is the carb loading right at the end!)
Just over a thousand runners made their way to the start line in town square, with many chasing PBs or qualifying times on a pancake flat course around the Lincolnshire Fens – unfortunately the weather had other ideas
The sun was shining down and first mile or so round Boston and out into the suburbs went well with decent local support. I was going at a decent steady pace as the course moved out into the countryside. The farmlands along the course are flat and largely featureless apart from the odd house or wind turbine. The only elevation to speak of was the odd pot hole on the country lanes. With not a hedgerow in sight the route was open to the elements and the cold wind really picked up the further out we got. Thankfully it was mostly a tail wind pushing us along and the 12 miles or so went by pretty quickly at a good pace with everyone still chatty and in good spirits
Just before the half way point, the course turned back towards Boston and I was now running into a strong headwind. Many runners paces started to drop and the lack of any visual stimulation really set in. The race really became mind over matter. I slowly pushed on enjoying brief respite from the wind whenever we passed a farm building
With 6 miles left to go, my legs were still doing well but my hips were starting to ache. I had been told this is where a marathon really begins. With a few walking breaks I powered on knowing the end was in reach. The last 2 miles were thankfully in built up areas meaning the gale force winds were no longer a problem and there were once again crowds cheering you on. I managed to run most of the last mile and adrenaline carried me across the finish line in 4:18:27
Having been in pain for the past hour or so, the instant relief and sense of achievement was incredible. I even managed to cheer my friend Iain over the line which was a great moment as he’s the little Scouse devil on my shoulder who got me into running and keeps convincing me to sign up to longer races (he will want me to mention that he’s now in an exclusive group to run both Boston USA and UK marathons). After demolishing a sausage roll and treating myself to a new pair of trainers I was happy to head off for the most well earned pint (or 12) I’d ever had
