Current running-related anxiety…
I’m so anxious to be running.
I still have shin splints. I still need to REST.
I have a cold right now after a hectic week.
I haven’t properly run in over two months.
I know my fitness is going to take a hefty kick up the arse to get back to where I was, post-Berlin, so that I can train to improve my running and make Amsterdam half marathon a fun race.
OMG I’M SO STRESSED ABOUT THIS.
After a talk with Knox Robinson about my worries, the best solution seems to be to jump in a pool and gain strength and to purchase a bike to work on my fitness and develop the muscles in my legs while I’m not running, especially my weaker glutes and hamstrings.
I somehow need to find the funds to buy a bike so that I can cycle more regularly… Anyone know where to start looking for an affordable road bike? Any recommendations are welcome: email@example.com
(Anyone selling or looking to give away a bike also very welcome).
On Sunday I stood and yelled in strangers’ faces for four solid hours. My throat was hoarse. Thousands of marathon runners went passed the Run Dem Crew cheering station and it was brilliant to see the effect our noisy support had on them. We were LOUD.
There were around 50 of us out to cheer on our crew members and keep the masses moving. Imagine 30 cowbells, over 50 screaming men and women, whistles, horns, vuvuzelas and a wamp sound system. It was like carnival in April, but with running and movement-related music.
Spirits were high and I couldn’t stop smiling. I shouted out as many names on shirts as I could read as runners moved past me. We encouraged runners to keep running and walkers to keep going. It was such a beautiful thing to see someone’s pained face crack a smile while they stepped up the pace because they appreciated our support. We made so many people smile on Sunday. It was one of the best days I’ve had this year (I’m still not down from my Berlin High) and I’d gladly repeat that every day until I wreck my vocal chords.
Run Dem Crew don’t disappoint - I don’t think they have the capacity to. That community means more to me than I had anticipated and after months of physical and emotional support from the crew I appreciated the opportunity to start repaying the favour. It was visible in hundreds of strangers’ faces that we made a difference on Sunday. From the gritted teeth that relaxed into smiles to those who ran a little bit faster as they soaked up our vibe. It’s like we were spoon-feeding energy to lots of tired people.
It was Charlie’s idea to set up at mile 21. It’s apparently the point in the race where you’ve already run 20 miles and realise you’ve still got another 10km to go. It’s the point where resilience starts fading and desperation and negative thoughts are inescapable. For me, that’s mile 12.5 of a half marathon and I was surprised that I only saw one tear-soaked face moving through the Supporters Zone. I think I would have melted my face with my own saline if it was me running last Sunday.
Charlie’s organisation to get all the posters and banners up made Commercial Road a colourful place to be. Props to everyone who cut, glued, nailed and gaffer-taped to make the visuals just as loud as we were. The Rosie Lee posters were phenomenal and they make us a proud bunch of happy, screaming supporters. We had huge images of Nathanial, Shameek and Candice posted up and when they ran through we went wild. Seeing Nathanial and Shameek made me feel so proud, moving like 21 miles so far was easy and they’d breeze through to the finish line. Caroline literally looked like a bundle of fun, all smiles, and looked amazing in her kit and temporarily tattooed and. Ellie and Kimberly looked ecstatic to see us and I’m glad I got a sweaty hug. I’ve never seen anyone as excited as Skinny - BOY, that dude can jump! He and Sami literally bounced through us, grabbing hugs and leaping onto us. There wasn’t a single person who wasn’t laughing at this point. Unfortunately I missed the other RDC runners, Robin (NY Bridge [badass bandit] Runner) and even my friend Jez, but I know you guys got a blast of motivation from the Supporters Zone!
The excitement didn’t ebb all day. We were waiting to see everyone we knew and when we saw Candice in the distance the crew exploded. Supported by Nathalie, who walked and ran with her from mile 16 where she had been volunteering, Candice was physically and mentally exhausted and overwhelmed by our cheers. The minute I saw her face crack behind her Raybans my throat caught, my eyes and nose stung and I was crying as we ran to meet her. She was surrounded - we took over the road. In hindsight, this was probably the worst thing for other runners to have to deal with. We’re sorry, we didn’t mean to be so selfish, but this girl’s something special to us, you know? We ran with Candice, encouraging her. I was filming and shouting, running just behind her. I kept yelling “come on girl!” (watch the video; even my own voice annoys me, I know it’s repetitive, SOZ) while we all kept her moving. Peigh, Chaka, Nathalie, Denis, Keith, Jeggi and Angel kept with her till almost the end when the majority of them got pulled off the course by race marshals while Petra and I turned back to help Charlie and Bangs pack up.
I really recommend cheering for runners at a race. There’s nothing like it. Remember that they’re doing something that you’re not. Even if it’s within your own capability, many of those running are pushing themselves past their comfort zones, past previous limits and achievements, and that’s admirable.
Seeing real emotion and pain in a stranger’s face always gets to me, maybe more so because I’ve had a taste of distance race (though not at any impressive ‘speed’) running. What really struck me was how I felt about the people I saw. I felt a little overwhelmed and quite proud of the women who had run fast enough to slip into the men’s group. I found myself looking out for the few women who had achieved this, and really cheered for them. I must have yelled “GO ON GIRL!” about a million times. Of course it was starting to get annoying to me and everyone around me, but those women who heard me knew that I had recognised their achievement and I got more than a few grateful smiles back. Well done ladies, you’re doing all sorts of wonderful things for the girls!
To everyone who ran all or part of the Virgin London Marathon last Sunday, congratulations on being so amazing. You’re winning at life!
Nikki, Claire and Emma.
Today I designed a great pair of trainers with a woman called Nikki who is running the marathon with two of her friends. Now that I’ve made it through a half marathon, I actually have something to say to runners. We have something in common at last! So it was really lovely chatting to these three women, asking what they’ll be wearing and how they were feeling.
I wish you the best of luck ladies, and most of all I hope you enjoy it! I’ll be looking out for you.
This weekend the Virgin London Marathon will mean that roads will be blocked and crowds will be cheering for strangers. Tens of thousands of runners will be pushing through mental barriers and the 26.2 mile route of city asphalt. Having (kind of) trained and then having (kind of) ran my first half marathon a few weeks ago, my experience and understanding of the commitment an individual has to go through in order to turn up at the start line has been a valuable lesson. My respect for these people has increased dramatically - I’m not in the position where I would even contemplate running a whole marathon. But I’ll never say never.
I do, however, have several friends and acquaintances that have been training for weeks and will be pummelling London’s roads this Sunday. I’d just like to say that I am immensely proud of you, excited for you and mostly in utter awe of your determination. Much respect to you all. Your words of encouragement throughout training for my first race were and are invaluable. I learned so much about running and attitude from each of you, whether you know it or not, so I thank you wholeheartedly. Do da ting and I can’t wait to cheer you on!
Run Dem Crew members will be out in force, including some of the following:
A very, very special big up to Jez who is running to be badass. And to also raise money for charity, because he’s nice like that.
And for Dommy and Linda smashing records in Manchester this weekend to qualify for the Boston Marathon, wishing you the best of love and luck. Fingers crossed, gun fingers raised and hats off to you both.
Last but not least, hold tight all the bandit runners. You don’t get named shout outs, but you know who you are and you have my support. Be careful, take it easy and have fun!
This weekend is shaping up to be an emotional one. Who wants to bet me and Orsi end up crying again?
Finally running with Dem dat Run.
Aside from the blah attitude to training as a whole, I’ve found one positive light in the last two weeks which has been Run Dem Crew. My motivation took a major slump, but my stamina can now at least take a mile and a bit, so I thought I should take up Charlie’s invitation from Summer last year lest it go stale and crumble into regret. Nervous doesn’t even begin to describe how I felt two Tuesdays ago as I walked into Nike’s 1948 in Shoreditch. Jumpy, nauseous, exhausted, delirious, terrified, excited and exhilarated fit the description much better. It’s like walking into a room where everyone is super-cool and really good at sports and everyone already knows each other, and you’re the new dorky kid who’s shit at PE. Oh, wait…
I was anticipating an excruciatingly embarrassing introduction to the whole crew from Charlie and I wasn’t disappointed. So aside from the fact that 175 people, fresh from their post-work dash to 1948, which made the building toasty to say the least, my blushing was enough to melt the Nike+ Fuelbands being trialled by some of the Run Dem Crew runners. (Side note: Nike+ Fuelbands look so OSSUM in real life!) It didn’t help my burning cheeks when Bangs also pointed out to the crowd that “Mei could really do with everyone’s support because she really, really hates running”. So now everyone knows me as the girl who hates running but still showed up to the running club where everybody loves running. FML.
I knew I wasn’t going to be able to cope in anything but the slowest group, so I put two hands up when Charlie asked who was running in tortoises, one for me and one for my stomach which I felt I was going to leave behind on the bench. I have never been so NERVOUS! But here’s why I love running with people. Candice straight away told me that she would run with me, slower than her usual pace, and Bangs leaned over and said she’d be right there with me too. That is LOVE. Both of these women are working towards different goals, but they still chose to amble along with me.
Denny, Mubi and Dom were there with words of encouragement and niceness. Elles, George and Rhalou were being really excited for me. Peigh was there being Peigh. Chaka was being chatty. And I was there trying not to throw up.
There were other newmans in my group. Janet was one of them, an old friend of Charlie’s, and I felt relieved knowing I wasn’t the only one who wouldn’t know my way or know how things run at Run Dem with dose dat run. We did a four mile loop from Shoreditch, passing Liverpool Street Station, running over London Bridge and along to Tower Bridge, over and back up to Liverpool Street then dashed back to 1948 to push ourselves right at the end. Absolutely brilliant. I kept a good pace and managed to get my running mojo to resurface. There is NOTHING like running in a group of people who like running, have experience in running and want you to like running too but aren’t overbearingly patronising. There is fresh perspective from everyone. The group runs steadily, slowing down to support those who aren’t having much fun, but still maintaining a good pace to keep momentum going.I didn’t really struggle as much as I thought I would. And, you know what? It is liberating to achieve new successes with your own personal running-demon beat-downs.
Post-run, I got some good advice on how to stretch properly from Mark and spent the next half an hour rolling around the floor, stretching my legs past their usual capacity while I waited for Denis to be ready to grab pancakes for dinner because it was Shrove Tuesday which means it is the law to eat pancakes, or else.
Two weeks in, and I can already vouch for the fact that there’s a lot about Run Dem Crew that makes it so enjoyable. There is a real sense of community where everyone looks after each other, making it quite a self-sufficient group. The benefit of its huge range of members being so (cool and) diverse and based in London is that there is literally at least one of every type of person you would ever need to meet within the group. If something needs doing, someone can always do or provide or knows someone that can. Plus everyone wants the group dynamic to work, so you can literally see people’s commitment. Charlie’s passion and energy is second to none and it’s motivating to be around that buzz.
The feeling is obviously addictive, because I went back for Run Dem run nombre dos last Tuesday. This time, the nerves weren’t so nervy, I wasn’t such a spaz and I was super happy with the four mile loop we cracked out again. I squeezed in two sprints with Janet and we both agreed we’re ready to try Slow Hares this week. Fleur hung back from the faster group she was running with after tripping over a broken lamppost (SORT IT OUT, HACKNEY COUNCIL) and I got a good chance to learn about her experiences of running half marathons (and stare at her beautiful face) as we ran the last two miles back to 1948. That run was my best yet, aside from all the leery drunk men (there were SO MANY! Why do they all assume that by yelling, “OI, DARLIN’, YOU DON’T NEED TA RUN, YOU’RE GORGEOUS AS YA ARE!” that we’re going to turn around, laugh and flirt girlishly and exclaim that we’d just LOVE to jump into bed with them?). I’m really glad I pushed myself to pick up the pace. I’m nervous about running in Slow Hares this week, but we’ll see how it goes. I’ve got a half marathon to run in less than a month (OMFG!) and I’ve got so much catching up to do.
- Run Dem Crew @rundemcrew
- Charlie Dark @DaddyDark
- Bangs @Bangsandabun
- Candice @CandiceBrownB
- Denis @denisyong
- Mubi @MUMBI_CT
- Dom @dmyrcr
- Elles @broke_grove
- Rhalou @rhalou
- George @wordsoparadise
- Peigh @PEIGH
- Chaka @Chakabars
- Mark @Chopbot
- Fleur @FleurDeGuerre