After yesterday's 50k trail race, I allowed myself a bit of a lie-in before today's marathon. The race was fortunately not due to start until 11.30am - I think this is because Mainlanders need time to catch the ferry over, if they didn't come the night before. Incidentally you get a 50% discount off the ferry if you enter the race, which was actually very generous as the ferry was quite expensive - so thank you WightLink!
I'd made arrangements to start at 11am, as there was a slightly earlier start for people who thought they would take longer than 5 hours 15 minutes, but no longer than 6 hours, which was the cutoff. Normally I can run a road marathon like this a lot faster than that, but after yesterday, I didn't want to take any chances.
My legs were stiff but not too bad so after some breakfast we headed off to the race start. The race had lots of very strict rules including that spectators weren't permitted at the start or finish so I had to ditch Ian outside the venue. Ian was not impressed... his assessment of the IoW is that they are all, "Brexit-loving Tory-voting miserable boring bastards"... No comment!
I left it until the last possible minute to go in and after about 2 minutes of huddling under an awning we were called to the start line by the race director shouting "will the slow group please follow me" - charming. I overheard a girl say "Will the substandard runners please follow me" in quite a sarcastic voice.
The weather forecast was equally as grim as yesterday, only now with strong winds as well. It was cold and raining from the very start and pretty much stayed that way all day.
The race director came over to the start and started making random announcements. He was going on about keeping 2m apart and about marshalls and things, but I didn't care because I was freezing and just wanted to get going. After five minutes, we were allowed to get started, and one row at a time set off around the field.
Not long after leaving race HQ I took this picture because I could see the sea! Little did I know that I would barely see it again for the rest of the race.
The race soon left Cowes and headed out onto the "quieter roads on the Western side of the island" according to the race blurb. Only the roads weren't that quiet. Maybe because of Covid, or maybe because of the rain, but everyone and their dog seemed to be out. For reasons I will never understand, we were instructed to keep left at all times, in direct breach of the Highway Code. This led to some terrifying overtaking manuevres:
And some pretty hairy left turns where I had to run almost on the central line and pray that no cars came speeding round the bend not expecting me to be in the middle of the road - eek.
The other added element of "excitement" was that this race had an 'extra' cutoff of 3 hours 15minutes at 15 miles. I would only just have made that yesterday and that was making me twitchy, so I set myself the target of making the cutoff and worry about the rest later. I also made a deal with myself that I would walk ALL the hills as I needed to conserve my legs for when the going got tough. The other advantage of the never-ending rain was that I got cold if I stopped, so I ran almost continuously all day.
This picture was taken at around 8k, when the frontrunners overtook me (they are just ahead of that red car) - they had managed to catch up their 30 minute headstart already. Most of the people in this race seemed to be very serious road runners - not my usual environment I have to say. Lots of people in shorts and vests despite the conditions. The winner finished in 2 hours 28 minutes which is pretty serious if you ask me.
Over the course of this race, I saw more roadside stands than I have in any other race I've run. I started to wish I'd brought a rucksack! The list, not exclusive, included: apples, honey, eggs, logs, carrots, beetroots, plants, manure, kindling, pumpkins.
Ian, meanwhile, was driving round the island trying to find me. Here's a picture he took of me.
There is a UK Athletics rule that forbids external assistance so I'm asking you not to have supporters handing you drinks etc. as this is perceived as an advantage (we're also dissuading supporters from attending and given the extra restrictions recently in place we should keep any on course to a minimum).
This seems completely ridiculous to me. I've run a lot of marathons and even the three World Majors I've done didn't enforce this. Yesterday Ian literally provided me with a full change of clothes halfway round. I was so disbelieving of this that I actually went to UKA and looked it up. Sadly, that rule does exist, though just about all races turn a blind eye. Ian's role was therefore limited to words of support and friendly waves. Once or twice, he pretended to kiss me but instead stuffed jelly sweets into my mouth at the last second. UP YOUR BUM stupid rules!
At some point around 11 miles or so, the route headed out along a narrow path. There was sea on the right and a kind of marshland on the left. At this point, the wind and rain really picked up, and thrashed across the path, buffeting runners around.
The next time I saw Ian, he had brought me a bottle of Coke. I wanted the Coke very very badly, but I also didn't want to get disqualified, so I pretended to stretch/waited for runners to go round the corner/Ian attempted to blockade the view while I sneakily huffed down Coke half crouched against the car. I felt like a drug addict or an alcoholic. Great!
It did the job though and powered me through the next few miles. I stopped to take this picture at one of the aid stations. I need to mention that there were soooo many marshalls at this race and they were without exception really friendly and encouraging. The weather was so horrifically awful and you get really cold marshalling because you don't have the benefit of running to keep warm. These ladies were both a bit older than me but so so kind and friendly, clapping everyone, handing out water, smiling. They were touched I thanked them so profusely, but they were the real stars of the show. In fact there were lots of people who'd come out, huddled under doorways and umbrellas to clap the runners. I was genuinely surprised and touched. So that was nice. The other runners on the other hand, barely said two words to me all race. This was a race where I was very glad to have my headphones.
What was less nice was that the only thing they had at all the aid stations was water. I do appreciate Covid yadda yadda but I also know it doesn't have to be like this as only yesterday they had bananas, boxes of Celebrations, packets of crisps, ziplock bags filled with sweets... Even providing gels would have been OK. The only race I've ever done which offered this little was Windermere and I moaned about that at the time. I just think that if you are running a race which requires intake of carbohydrates to complete it, suitable carbohydrates ought to be provided, for safety reasons if nothing else. But what do I know.... I'm just a dietitian! Ahhhh!
If by now you're thinking: this is getting boring, just endless boring wet roads, you're starting to feel how I felt. My parents had said they would phone me at 4 hours, I had spent ages looking forward to this but then they couldn't hear me very well because the phone reception was a bit rubbish so I only spoke to them for a few minutes.
Finally I shuffle-ran along the last mile and here's a pic of me turning the corner into the finish, taken by Ian from inside the car as he wasn't allowed in.
Medals will be awarded to all finishers – these will be posted out to avoid contact on the day.
The race director said, "Oh no, they're over there, just pick one up". He gestured to a table on the left. I am pretty much 100% certain I would've walked straight past that table and would still be waiting for my medal in the post if my phone hadn't stopped working, especially as we were also asked to leave the finish area as quickly as possible.
I got my medal. It was made of wood (not sure what I think of that). I took a selfie:
We went out for dinner to a very average pub, where they accidentally gave Ian alcoholic beer when he'd asked for non-alcoholic. There were lots of roadworks. It continued to rain. Ian remained deeply sceptical of the Isle of Wight in general. The next morning we got up early and caught the 9am ferry. It was a calm and serene morning as we sailed away and commenced the 6 and a half hour drive back to Liverpool. Many, many thanks due to the ever-patient Ian for doing so much driving this weekend. Definitely couldn't have pulled this one off without him!