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I decided to start this blog because I am hoping to have a story to tell about what will probably be my hell in training to run the Virgin Money London Marathon.
Lets start at the beginning - 8th June 2012
This is the date I officially started dating Rob, he became the landlord in my local pub and I was smitten with him from the beginning.... Rob is a runner, he runs marathons! From the start I thought he was mad, I had never enjoyed sports, and my forms of exorcise was lifting my pint or glass of wine. But I was happy to follow him round the country and support him.
In January 2014 I decided to try and be healthier and gave up smoking, however with being happy and content in a loving relationship and quitting smoking the pounds piled on! Up until the age of 20 when I fell pregnant with my daughter I had been a size 6, since having my daughter I had yo yo'd between 12 and 14 and was now between 14 & 16.
I tried to start running, I remember the first time I went out, I didn't even make 1km (mostly walking) and came back feeling like I was going to be sick and practically passed out on the floor. My knees were agony and I soon gave up.
Then it was time for Rob to enter the London Marathon Ballot for the 5th time, I sat up with him until the ballot went live, and stupidly entered myself for a joke... I thought to myself Rob has been rejected 4 years running I will never get accepted not in a million years!!
As the months went on I would try to run again and again gave up and my weight kept piling on, I guess Friday nights didn't help where I would easily drink at least 1 bottle of wine and eat a large bag of Tyrril crisps, a large bag of wine gums and a large dairy milk bar whilst watching TV!
October came and so did 2 magazines, one rejection and one acceptance... and as I am sure you can guess my poor boyfriend who desperately wanted to run the marathon again (he had done it previously for charity) had been rejected 5th year running (the first year they had stopped the 5th year automatic in rule). I had a place... me... the fatty boom boom who finds it exhausting climbing the stairs, the woman that finds running a bath a mission! I could have cried. Now if you are a runner please read on, I accept that you are calling me all the names under the sun now, how dare I get a place right when I don't want it when millions get rejected that really really want it! I get it and that is why this happened...
So I tried to run again, but I had cheap trainers and I would be in pain for days. At xmas my bf's mother bought me a pair of Assics, and my god the difference! Unfortunately I got ill, then when I got over that and tried running I got injured... my weight had got worse which wasn't helping. By the time the marathon was getting close I hadn't even fully run 2k without stopping, there was no way I would be good enough to even walk the marathon.
I deferred my place. I got frustrated with my running and would have fits and spurts but never truly making any progress. That was until early August this year. I was 16 stone, a size 20 and miserable. I had a lot of stress in my life at the time and had been referred to as a beach whale. It was enough and time to take my stand.
In the following 4 weeks I stuck to eating under 1400 calories, I didn't cut out anything particular I just kept the calories down, if I wanted some chocolate or a glass of wine then I made sure I had things like egg salad for lunch. I lost 10lbs. I started to run again, my bf had bought me a place in the Finsbury Park WR10K for late September so I needed to train. Only I wasn't eating enough for my new training and ended up almost passing out.
I ended up starting to binge eat again, and the wine came out, luckily enough due to the running I didn't put on any weight but I wasn't losing any either. I joined Park Run and started doing my local one in Panshanger Park on Sat mornings.
So here we are, I have completed 3 5K Park Runs (well run/walk) 42: 54, 41:36, & 42. I also completed the 10K which is my biggest achievement. I was petrified on the day, and considered swapping for the 5K but I did it walk/run style in 1:25:24. I was so proud of myself.
I still get frustrated as the furthest I have ever run is 3.5k without stopping to walk. I am waiting for the day when I can run 5k in one go and then build on that. I am not worried about speed as I am out doing something.
My weight has started to drop at a slow rate again. At the time of writing this I am 15 stone 3 and easily fitting back into my size 18s.
So this blog is about me, a 37 year old fatty boom boom who is intent on losing weight and finishing that marathon and sticking my two fingers up to those who believe I am too fat too run and will never complete it...
If you are reading it then I hope that you will either find it an amusing read, or maybe you are a larger than life lady who believes you cant run and just maybe I can give you some inspiration.
See you soon!
Elle xx
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