Posted: 27/10/2014 at 16:56
First all of thanks for all the kind words everyone.
I arrived in Frankfurt on Friday and being a bright spark didn't bother to take the hotel address. I thought it was round the corner from the station. So after an hour walking with suitcase and bag a kind lady in a coffee shop walked me there! Much too tired to eat out so had coffee and chocolate in my room, it's all carbs!!
On Saturday I met up with a few folks and we went for a run then after breakfast to the expo. Picked up all the bits and bobs. I hadn't run much in the last 2 weeks as every time I did the ankle hurt. I bought some KT tape and got it taped on the Saturday as the early run had made it sore again.
A good night out on Saturday then to bed. All felt very surreal as up until Saturday night I really didn't know if I would run but decision made. I would go for it. The training had been great and I had to try.
So on Sunday I set off at 9am shaking like a leaf as usual. Got into the pen about 10 minutes before that start. So a new experience for me (sort of) running to kilometres. Tried to write the splits on my arm as didn't bother with a pace band but ran out of space so every time I passed a km sign I added 4:37 onto the goal time. It passed the time. The ankle was ok, just a dull ache, until I crossed tram lines and there was a tiny incline around 20k and then the sharp pain started. Thankfully it didn't get so bad that I had to stop but I was close at times. I knew my pace was dropping but from the start I walked through every water station as I cannot drink out of cups. Also it did help the ankle so nothing lost in the long run. By 30k it was really hurting and if I had seen my friends at the road side I would have stopped for more tape and painkillers. Pleased I didn't see them!! So I just started to count steps to get to the next km marker. Not a good run from about 35km, just gritted teeth and trying to shorten my stride. Made myself keep counting, 180 steps a minute. By that time I thought 3:15 was long gone so as I ran in to the festhalle and stopped the watch I couldn't believe it was still on 3:15. Not sub 3:15 but I was so happy with the chip time of 3:15:16. Of the 5 ladies there I was slowest, one was 10th and one 12th and another sub 3, they are stars and such lovely folks!!
Anyway when I stopped I was staggering all over the place as I couldn't put weight on my foot. Made it back to the hotel and the only thing I could face was a bottle of diet coke! Oddly the ankle is much better in heels so the celebrations at night were in my 4.5 inch heels
Still sore today but I have lots of time to recover and best of all I know I can do sub 3:15!! And I was told I'm the 3rd FV45 in Scotland! There may only be 3 of course!!