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 😉



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.


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??

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 😱