MIA

So you may have noticed that the Fatjayslim blog went rather quite about 5/6 weeks before the London Marathon? Actually you may not even have noticed or even cared! 😳

 

Well there was a reason behind that and it leads on to something I never thought about too much, until now.

 

So the build up to the Marathon didn’t go exactly the way I planned, but then actually none of the training has gone to plan when you read back.😩

If things had gone to plan then I wouldn’t have got a place and I still would have felt smug and carried on with a pint and a curry with friends, but now on reflection, it was the best thing that hasn’t gone to plan for me in a long time.🤭

 

So the most miles on my long run I achieved was 15 miles! Only 11 short for the big day.

Life as usual gets in the way of them little runs

 So taking all this into account, a few weeks before , my head well and truly fell off!🤯

 

I became anxious and upset and then little things that play on your mind, suddenly became huge and even though you know in your heart of hearts it’s not a big deal, your mind won’t let it rest.😰

 To say I was emotional would be an understatement, I’ll be honest I shed quite a few tears and sometimes I didn’t even know why, sometimes it wasn’t anything to do with the Marathon.😢

 

Mrs J, even as the voice of reason, kept telling me it’s just a run, if I didn’t or couldn’t do it I wasn’t letting anyone down, but that wasn’t how it was in my head.😔

 

We had booked a hotel, we had friends and family who had booked a hotel and where coming to the big smoke to support me, paid out their hard earned money for a weekend in London, again they all told me that it was a weekend away and they where going either way now! Although I understand it was to make me feel better it still didn’t! 

 

I had friends who were going anyway but hoping to meet up or see me in the run, In my head I couldn’t let them down,

I couldn’t let all the people who had asked me over the last 7 months how I was getting on, who had taken a genuine interest in what I was doing, even those who asked me and then wished they hadn’t.

 

All the people who had read my blog and comment via social media, people who had trained and we had all compared and bounced of each other with little comments and likesalong the way.

But most of all, letting myself down.

 

WHY DID I FEEL LIKE THAT?

 

Basically I had written myself off a long time ago, you know the story, I’m getting on a bit, put weight on, your best days are behind you, you will never be the kid you where, all the usual realisation and self-doubt rubbish.

 

To be honest ive always thought I was quite a confident person but this had knocked me for 6

 

I was upset because I wanted to prove myself wrong, I wanted to banish them demons! I’m 34! I’m not at deaths door yet! But my heart was being ruled by my head!

 

We packed up the car and we drove to London! I tried to put the brave face on in front of everyone but inside I was bricking myself.

 

We arrived at the hotel Friday night, settled all the luggage and then set of to get to the Expo, get it out the way and then I had all of Saturday to sight see and spend time with the gang!

 

The Expo is where you have to officially provide your details and ID and then get your official number – 13425 – this will be a number that will be etched in my mind forever.

 

Then you go further into the Expo and see all the event in its true glory, happy runners and friends all mingling and making some last minute purchases, talks and shows to try and help people calm the nerves, games for the kids to play, freebies! Lots and lots of Freebies.

 

This was the bit where I was like a Ying and Yang, excited and scared all at the same time, good and bad, happy and sad. Light and Dark.

 

I received my goody bag at the end and then we set off for some food, not that I could stomach anything but new I needed to eat.

 

Saturday ( D day Minus 1)

 

So Sightseeing day! Kids wanted to go to pudding lane as they had learnt about the Great Fire of London! Not sure what the where expecting but it wasn’t what they had in mind!

 

I said I would only do a bit of walking that day! 16000 steps my Garmin watch told me! yikes! Bit more than I planned.

 

Fuel up meal and then get to bed! Not that I slept at all, tossed and turned all night.

 

D DAY – 22nd April 2018

 

We made our way to Blue Route – 1 peanut butter and Jam butty is all I could stomach.

 

I had my new personalised top on – courtesy of Laura Gavin – Customized by Laura and Mrs J had also asked her to do some T shirts as well, which I didn’t know about, so I had my only little cheerleading squad, a lovely surprise and made me smile!

 

So I entered the Pen, said bye to the gang and I would see them later……..probably Much later.

 

Then all of a sudden a weird sense of calm came over me! that was it, all the running, the training, the pain, the moaning, the upset just went away.

 

I said to myself, no matter what happens now, I’m not coming home without that medal!

 

PMA really does work! It just took a while for it to get from my heart to my head! x

 

 

 

Failuary

It’s been a few weeks since I provided you all with my running updates and thoughts, so here we go.

As you can probably guess from the title, it’s not gone well so far.

I finished January off with an 11 Mile run, my longest and furthest to date.

I received my 50Mile Challenge medal and very comfortable compression top! (thank you www.raceatyourpace.co.uk )

Everything felt great and then it all went downhill. ↘️

1st life got in the way with family commitments and work commitments, and having a lazy week basically.😴

I was also promoted in work (YAY) so again my head was in a different place and my runs suffered (not ideal).

The plan was to crack on the following week, it was all good, I was doing a bit more than my plan so a few rest days wouldn’t hurt too much.

Then the most stupid and ridiculous injury occurred! I still don’t know 100% how I done it, basically I thought I heard a knock on my front door.🏠

I opened the door and only Mr Invisible and the Jack Frost where there, as I went to close the door I turned, my body moved but my foot didn’t!

OOOOOWWWWWHHHH! I got a sharp shooting pain up the outside of my foot and it became hard to put weight on it!

Mrs J could tell from my face I wasn’t just looking for sympathy and from that moment, Sunday`s night sleep went out the window! Or should that be front door?

My head had gone and I kept thinking “I can’t walk, how can I run?”😫

I went the local walk in centre on the Monday, explained to the wonderful staff 🤕 (Never Knock the NHS or Nursing Staff, Angels in Uniform) what I had done, that I was training to run the London Marathon too, I had an X-ray ☠️ and was told, it’s not broken (thank god) its either a sprain or a Twinge/Pull, but best not to run for a month! NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO, this isn’t an option!

The hotels are booked, Friends and Family have taken time off work and paid out their hard earned money, to be part of my Journey! I can’t let them down! I don’t want to let myself down either! 😔

Head well and truly mashed!🤯

I didn’t run and didn’t put much weight on it for a few days, it started to feel better and I kept moving and stretching, hoping it was just a bad dream!

So this week, February the 13th  in fact ( let’s face it, can’t be superstitious in this predicament can I) I went for a short run, to test the foot out, I say a short run, it was actually 5k, now in the grand scheme of things this is the tip of the iceberg, but in this moment I needed to reflect on the fact that once upon a time, not so long ago, 5k was a dream! Then it was a Goal, then an Achievement and now it’s almost a warm up! If anything you have to remember where you were and where you are now, to appreciate that journey.

Last night I ran 5 miles, I was tempted to go for a 10 k (6.2Miles) but my head ruled my Ego and I decided that 1 hour of running was enough and I didn’t want to overdo it and feel like I had, the previous week.

Hand on heart although people have much more serious injuries and have to get back on the horse so to speak, I almost had a fear of running! Until I got my kit on and went out, my head and heart had been having an emotional fight based around fear.

Will I get hurt,

Will I pull something,

Will I aggravate it,

Will I make it worse,

I just needed to relax and not think too much about it, every pain, twinge, niggle could be anything but you just need to carry on, if it gets to bad then stop!

I’ve been a bit stiff and sore but hopefully it’s just a bit of rust and as long as I don’t go and push myself too much, I’ll be ok!

Fingers crossed🤞🏻

Part of my Valentines present from Mrs J!

She knows me better than I know myself x

Jay

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New Adventures

Well and truly stepped out of my comfort zone this week, completely mixed my training up and ran with other people. 🏃🏻‍♂️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃🏻‍♂️🏃‍♀️🏃🏻‍♂️🏃‍♀️🏃🏻‍♂️🏃🏻‍♂️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃🏻‍♂️

After breaking 10 Miles last week, I posted on the Kirkby Milers Facebook group, celebrating my latest achievement.💚

Some of the Milers suggested getting involved in the weekly social runs, this was something I had been thinking about but I also believed I was too slow and didn’t want to slow others down.

I was assured that this wouldn’t be the case and that no one is ever left behind, you never know until you try?

I met up with the Milers on Thursday night and joined a social run.

I really enjoyed myself, this was my 1st run away from the Track with other runners, it was also my 1st run on the streets with no music.

I didn’t need the music at all, as the name suggest, it really is a Social event, plenty of chatting at talking and the next thing you know you have covered a few miles.

Thursday night in the Royal Borough of Kirkby was not very weather friendly, but running in the wind and hail stones was very invigorating and being part of the group was such a positive experience. ☃️⛄️☃️⛄️❄️❄️❄️❄️🌨🌨🌨🌨

🎵🎶🎵🎶Saturday Morning jumped out of bed and put on my running kit.

Got in my car and raced like a jet, all the way to Parkrun.🎶🎵🎶

Parkrun, something I’ve thought about and discussed quite a few times with friend and Family. After the Social run, gaining that bit of experience and confidence I had decided to go and participate in a 5k Parkrun.

I never planned to meet up with anyone, I kind of felt I just wanted to do this on my own.

I got there, waited at the very back, park run barcode safe in my pocket, and then the run started.

This is the 1st real run I have done, with other people around, all different levels of fitness, with different goals and aims

I set off following the crowd, around Croxteth Park, the route is mainly on the paths around the park but some of it is through a small section of the very muddy woods.

All the volunteering martials where clapping and giving you encouragement as you went along, I finished all in one go, no stopping to walk, (ok I might have tip toed over some of the muddy parts, I don’t like getting wet or dirty really)

36.16 my quickest 5K ever!

I had recently won a Twitter competition with Mega Medals @megamedals_uk , and was entered into a 5K virtual run online.

You basically select different runs or distances, pledge you will complete this and pay, once you have completed your selected run, you then send the evidence and they dispatch your medal.

Part of the payment goes towards www.alexswish.co.uk So give it a look and see if there is anything you could possibly get involved with.

Anyway after completing my 1st parkrun getting home to find this had been delivered it couldn’t have happened at a better time!

My 1st ever medal for running! one that mean so much to me at the moment, this shows me how far I’ve come, from the couch to running a real 5K.

Hopefully the 1st of many medals and more Parkruns too!Jay

 

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Still plodding on! Just not blogged on!

It’s been a good few weeks since I last updated my blog, in all honesty, the running in December didn’t quite go according to plan. ☹️

Looking back on December, I managed 5 runs in total just shy of 20miles, which normally for a new runner, would be great, however the goal I set myself, I now need to get back on track.

So what went wrong?

asically life got in the way, I now know I need to be more dedicated to my training but I never realised how quickly things can slide when you have so many commitments. ( like the social butterfly that I am)

Work Commitments⌨️🖥🖨

Son’s Birthday👦🏻🎂

Too Many Xmas nights out ( a free bar thrown in the mix and I’m not a drinker!!!)

An Amazing Family Wedding👰🏻🤵🏻🥂

Home improvements before the Big day. (on the Wife`s say so)🔧🔨🔩

Xmas shopping💷💷💷💷💷💷💷

Spending time with loved ones (the best bit about xmas)❤️❤️❤️

Don’t get me wrong I’ve had a fantastic time with all my favourite people, but what it has highlighted to me is that I need to plan my time out better, making sure I get the required running time I need moving forward.

I can’t look back and think about what I haven’t done, I can only learn from these mistakes and better myself.

One thing I have learned from the running I did partake in this month was the need to wrap up warm! It was so cold on some nights that it was a struggle to breathe.

Also when you get home and your that cold you man parts look like ALF the Aliens Nose! You know it’s been a cold one!

I have some new running gloves which will keep my hands warm, a fleece and a waterproof jacket, I just can’t seem to cross the line yet and buy some tights! So for now the ALF nose will have to stay! 🧤🧣🧦🧢☃️

I did get this bad boy off the In-laws too, I wasn’t too sure about getting one to start with and although I still use my Runkeeper App, I’m loving it! Well worth investing in if you are considering it.

January and beyond! Needing to up the miles for the long weekend runs, and mid-week runs need to be a minimum of 3 miles per run but I plan to exceed that.

I’ve still been receiving so much support, it got to the point where I was fed up of hearing myself talk about running, but Friends and Family have still been asking and are genuinely interested, wanting to know how I am progressing, keeping me focused.

Not one to miss out on a bit of friendly family competition/banter and also support.

I have signed up for a Virtual Run for January, to run 50miles ( starting off small ha ha) in Jan with my Cousin Louise.

Also signed up for 1000 mile Challenge to be done over 12 months, that’s only 83 miles a month!! Again influenced by Lou!

I will be signing up for the Liverpool Half Marathon, in March, soon, hopefully a few of the family will be signing up for this ( I won’t call them out just yet as it might have been the Christmas merriment that made them say yes at the time)😳😳😳

My Mum, who I had mentioned in one of my previous blogs, told me she would like to do another 10k, so we plan on doing the Liverpool 10k in May 🏃‍♀️

Also the biggest thing I have been looking forward to the most, I’m now officially a Kirkby Miler! It’s strange because although I wasn’t “official” as such, I have been welcomed into the fold by everyone and included in all the social media groups that it’s been more of a formality than anything else, but now when I do a Parkrun or any other run I will be able to wear the Green vest of the Milers with pride.💚💚💚

How has it gone so far?

Well it’s been a mixed bag really. Physically💪🏻

It’s been a lot harder than I anticipated it to be, I won’t lie, but I’ve just managed to get into double figures for the 1st time, so I’m on track in regards to my plan, some good runs some bad runs but all above 4 miles, which was my goal set for the month, done my quickest 5K and quickest 10k so next is the Half Marathon distance to aim for.

Psychologically

Well that’s a bit of a different story! My head fell off a few times!

Doubt Gremlins well and truly got in my head! I even questioned whether I could do this or not!

Then Mrs J (as she has done on many occasions) gave my head a wobble and told me basically quit or man up! She knew I wouldn’t quit! But when you hear them words it gives you the proverbial kick up the arse you need! Thank you Mrs J 😘

40 miles in the bag this month and it’s only the 15th!

🎵🎶Oh were half way there! Woah living on a prayer!!!🎵🎶

New year, new goals, same huge target!

Only 96 days to go

Jay

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Miles better or Miles worse?

At the begining of last week i got in touch with one of the ladies from the Kirkby Milers, Linda Greengrass (permission was granted to name drop 👍😊)

Linda has run 8 Marathons, worked in the fitness industry for 23 years and is a legend for providing and helping other runners with action plans for running a Marathon, she is also training at the moment for her 1st Ultra.🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️💚

Linda has drawn up a bespoke plan, easy to follow (Hopefully) and lots of hints, tips and links to watch online. Some pointers when to increase my miles and when to run shorter runs to achieve consistency- this week ive converted KM to Miles-Its all about the Miles now.

Due to work and family commitments I only managed to run at the track with the Kirkby Milers on Wednesday, 3.19miles (just over 5k for those still using KM’s 😉)

This was the first week since starting that i have only run once! I wasnt a happy bunny either 😡

Then my Son kindly passed a dose of his Little Man Flu over to me 🤧 so i didnt run at the weekend as planned either ☹️

Tonight – The good old “I’ll start on Monday” mantra.

It’s really cold now but i have to keep on, stretch my legs and progress through my new plan.

Then this happened!

5k all in one go, not only that but the quickest 5k i have ever run! Technically my 1st PB? Erm sorry i meant 3.12 Miles 🤔

Ill get the hang of this KM to Miles! Promise 🤞🏻

Clocking up the mini achievements now and feeling really pleased with my progress!

The week ahead…… follow the plan and invest in some warmer running kit!! ☃️

Jay

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Week 1 of my Marathon Training

This week my marathon training featured anger, an increase in confidence and getting blown off by a lass called Ophelia.

So I’m just over a week down since I paid my cash monies to Sir Richard and entered the London Marathon this coming April.

I’ve been using Runkeeper and taking the advice of my other half and some mates I’ve told, I’m not doing the usual male ego thing of going hell for leather and hoping for the best. I know I need to build up to it – it’s been a while since I ran.

Since October 3, 2017 (the very first run I did. If you could call it a run??) I have ran 11.7km over 5 runs.

Now I know that’s probably what Mo Farah does round the Asda, buying his multiple packs of Quorn, but it’s actually getting out a whole five times and doing it that I’m most proud of.

I really have gone from zero and so just lacing up those Nike Pegasus and getting out in the dark, wind and cold has been achievement. Especially since we had that hurricane Ophelia going on too.

The first couple of runs I realised I was running with my head down, because I kind of felt ashamed. There’s me, this fat bastard running round the streets. Who the heck did I think I was?

Then I laced on the trabs again.

And a again.

By that third time I felt stronger and better and I noticed my head was up a little higher.

I was actually gaining in confidence.

Last night (run 5) this might sound daft, but I was angry running. I can’t run in one stretch at the moment, I am struggling with my breathing and I do have to stop to walk a bit before running again. Every time I stopped, I was pissed off. With myself. I don’t want to stop, I want to carry on! Yet I know my own limitations and I’m actually really happy with my progress.

So at the moment my loop from my front door, round my estate and back to my front door is 2.3km. This is pretty much the same route I’ve done over all my runs.

Run 1 on October 3, 2017 took me 21:14 and consisted of a lot more walking than running (and wondering what the FECK am I doing?!)

So at that pace, the marathon would take me 6 hours and 28 minutes.

Last night, run 5 on October 16, 2017 took me 17:41 and I was in the wind as that sodding hurricane was here in my face on the way there and blowing me off on the way back (oooh errr!).

Again, running at that pace the marathon would take me 5 hours 17 minutes.

Look at that! I’ve shaved off 1 hr and 11 minutes already!

Pass me that medal 😉

Jay

 

What the heck have I done??? Fat Jay Slim’s London Marathon back story

So a few months ago, whilst sat pigging out on an Indian takeaway with friends we discussed the possibility of doing a 5k run with our kids.

We outlined a training plan and it felt doable.

That 5k run was last weekend. None of us entered. None of us picked up the trainers after a night of tikka, and that was that.

That same night those few months ago, I ended up having a good old nosey on on Twitter and thought “ooh I wonder what the London Marathon is tweeting” as running had been on my mind.

Next thing I know I’m down a worm hole of inspirational marathon stories and somewhere deep in my brain I thought “I’m gonna apply!”. There are blokes at work who have done the marathon a few times and I knew that a ballot place would be like finding rocking horse shite. So I applied, feeling doubly smug. Smug I had been brave enough to stick my name in the hat and smug that it most certainly, definitely wouldn’t happen. There’s no way a chubby Scouse lad like me was going to get a golden ticket.

Sh*t.

This came in the post.

London Marathon provisional acceptance form

All of a sudden the smug turned to terror. I’d only gone and got a place.

After speaking with friends and colleagues and realising how rare this was, I made the downright ridiculous and potentially life changing decision of actually going through with it.

So yes, here it is. My declaration. This unhealthy, overweight Dad of 2 is going to run the 26.2 miles in just over 7 months time.

Double sh*t.

Not many people know. In fact you might be reading this after I’ve sent you the link on a message. It’s my way of putting it out there, and hopefully sticking to it.

My wife Kerri is cautious. She thinks if I’m dedicated I could do it but my track record isn’t great. She’s thinking my enthusiasm might fizzle out, just like those times I joined the gym, got into the Insanity workouts (lasted 6 weeks which was a lot more than normal!) and that time I joined a 5-a-side team.

Yet the thought of her there at the finish line with my son and daughter is enough to fuel me to achieve this.

So the voices in my head say:

I’m scared
I’m anxious
I’m overwhelmed
I’m excited
Can I do this?
Should I do this?
Am I just kidding myself?
Hang on…
Why can’t I do this??
I AM GOING TO DO THIS!

If I can achieve this, I can set my mind to anything, right?

So it’s week one, since I found out I’ve got my place. I paid my fee, and I’m entered.

First things first, all I needed to do was get off my arse and get out for a jog. That really was the hardest bit!

I fixed my Runkeeper app to track my runs (slow jogs) and laced up my Nike Pegasus 33 that I’d also bought that same night I went trawling the Virgin Marathon twitter feed. I mean, it was that long ago that they’ve brought out the Nike 34 or 35 since then.

Not that I’m going to run out and buy all the gear just yet. I don’t want to be a MAMIL (Middle Aged Man in Lycra) so these semi new ‘trabs’ (Scouse for trainers), some new shorts and socks will do for now.

The initial aim is to get out and run/jog/vomit at least three times a week. Nothing too crazy. After all, it’s a marathon not a sprint. Right?

Jay 😱