Mission Complete

I can't believe it, but I actually did it. Yesterday, I ran The London Marathon, and I have the blisters to prove it (and of course a lovely t-shirt and shiny medal!).

I keep having to let that sink in... It was yesterday that I ran a marathon. It feels incredibly surreal at the moment and if it wasn't for the aches and pains, I might not believe you if you told me that I had done it!

Having travelled down to London on Friday, we collected our numbers on Saturday and made sure we had everything we needed, before continuing with some last minute 'carb loading'. By this I mean we ate a lot of food, in particular, my favourite - sweet potato! This was followed by a very early night to make sure both Mother Dearest and I were well rested for the day to come.

Sunday was an early start - 6am to make sure that we were kitted out and ready to go. I taped up my knee, pinned my number to my shirt and off we went. Everywhere we went, there were runners. Even in the early hours, people were making their way to the different start lines, nobody wanting to be late and miss their chance.

The Fiance accompanied Mother Dearest and I to our starting area, but unfortunately he had to leave us at the gate as it was officially a 'Runners Only' zone. We said our goodbyes and Mother Dearest and I went in search of the toilets - very important pre-race! We were comforted by the number of toilets there were, which meant no queue... for now!

After a few laps of the area we decided to check in our kit bags at the baggage lorries and head over to our zones which would be opening soon. All the volunteers were having such a great time, singing and dancing despite the early and frankly, quite chilly morning - I couldn't help but take a quick video of them.

This was my first mistake.

For whatever reason, taking this video sapped my phone of its battery and it turned itself off and then, to my frustration, stubbornly refused to turn back on. The thought of running with a dead phone and completely redundant headphones frustrated me, so Mother Dearest and I called on the Fiance to come back and collect them from me. Even though this was annoying at the time, I am quite glad that the universe took the decision out of my hands and forced me to run without my headphones, allowing me to really be in the moment throughout the whole marathon.

It also meant that I was able to see the Fiance again and he was able to take this snap of me!

Once we were walked round to the start, the atmosphere was truly electric. I saw the Fiance once more before passing over the start line and in that moment, I was ready.

I set off through Greenwich and I was loving it. The first 13 miles felt great. My pace was good (if a little quick), but I felt comfortable and was able to enjoy it. The crowds were fantastic and hearing people shouting my name and encouraging me through the streets was all the boost I needed to keep putting one foot in front of the other. My head was up, I was looking for all the landmarks everyone always talked about and I actually saw them... well.. most of them..

Look at how much fun I'm having here! 

At mile 19, I hit 'The Wall'. This was something new to me. I had always avoided considering 'The Wall' - that wouldn't happen to ME surely!? Well I can assure you, it did. And it hurt. A lot. From that point on, my pace slowed and it really was a struggle to just keep on going. The pain in my legs was all too real and it was a battle both physically and mentally. But with the support of the crowd and their incredible signs, I was able to push on and make it through.

Turning the corner onto The Mall was particularly moving. I had pictured it many times in my training, but I was actually doing it! And there was music blaring out and I remember thinking to myself "I like this song! This will be my marathon song!" And of course, I now can't remember what it was! I'm sure when I hear it again, I will know!

Here is my official photo!

Crossing the line was a feeling of sheer relief and elation, mixed in with a bit of disbelief. A medal was put round my neck and I was hugged and congratulated by strangers. I got an official photo and stumbled off towards my good bag and the baggage lorries. All of which seemed to be so far away.. Or maybe it was just because my legs were no longer working properly!










Looking back on my marathon experience, I have definite mixed emotions. I now understand why people run London with GoPros and cameras as I know that in the second half of my race, I missed so much. I would love to be able to revisit my marathon and do it all again without the pain, so I could truly enjoy it from start to finish.


As I am still in pain, I am inclined to say it might be my only 26.2 mile run that I do...

But I'll never say never.

The Home Farm Trust

Today has been an exciting day of sharing mine and Mother Dearest’s fundraising goals. We were even lucky enough to feature in The Harrogate Advertiser AND be invited down to Stray FM for a chat with Will Smith which was broadcast on the radio! It was great to be able to share what the Home Farm Trust means to us and what they do, but it was difficult to explain in such a short space of time. I would therefore like to revisit an older post about what The Home Farm Trust is all about, how they started and why we are fundraising to help support them.

One small group of parents that started the Trust, wishing to ensure a safe, secure and independent life for their children with learning disabilities. This small beginning in 1962 has now grown into a national charity, supporting 2,500 adults with learning disabilities across the country. 

Caravan Holidays! 

For me, The Home Farm Trust has always been there. When I was younger, I never considered how they came to be, or how they functioned. They were the people who looked after Uncle Stu, and that's all there was to it! Now that I am older and I look back on the life that Stu has had, it is so clear to me how instrumental to that the Trust has been. 

My Uncle Stuart has Down's Syndrome, which is a learning disability that for Stu means that he needs people to help him do things that we can do by ourselves. Stu doesn't really use verbal language like we do; he understands what we say, but communicates with us through a type of sign language called Makaton. 

Stu & Mother Dearest

When Stu was young, my Gran and Grandad realised that if he was going to be able to lead a life that was as independent as possible and be safe and secure, then they were going to need help. This is when they found The Home Farm Trust. They were able to support Stu and my family and have been responsible for him ever since. With the support of the Trust's amazing staff, Stu is able to live in a house with others who the Trust support; people

 who are his life long friends.  

The money donated to The Home Farm Trust provides so much to the people they support. It means that a person who can't speak is able to communicate and make choices about their own lives. It provides training to staff who work with the people the Trust support. It means suitably adapted living spaces so a person with learning disabilities can live independently. 

It means the people with learning disabilities can live the lives they choose, achieving their own dreams and goals just like we do. The money donated to The Home Farm Trust really does change lives. 

By running this marathon, Mother Dearest and I are hoping to help The Trust be able to continue to help new families who may be feeling how my Gran and Grandad felt all those years ago, looking for a place that can continue to care for their child with learning disabilities in later life. 

Stu & His Friends!

 If you want to learn more about the work that The Home Farm Trust does, please visit their website and read some of the stories of the people they support and the difference that they have made to their lives; it is truly inspiring. 

Please don't forget to visit my Just Giving page and help me to say thank you to this wonderful charity that does so much for so many. 

https://www.justgiving.com/fundraising/fiona-kitchingman 

Number 40887

When I first got the news that I had a place in the London Marathon, it took a while for it to actually sink in. The training started off steady away and I vividly remember aiming to achieve running 10 miles comfortably by Christmas. Well since then, I have run for over 100 hours and covered around 700 miles, which feels completely insane! 

The training has definitely been paying off, I am the fittest I have ever been and I have already achieved so much, including four new parkrun pbs, taking almost 2 minutes off my previous best and the fastest half marathon I will probably ever run in my life (1 hour 48!).  Now all that is left to do is to get a marathon time! No big deal right? 

Final preparations are now underway, the tapering is going well and I'm starting to think ahead to race day! I've so far been remarkably calm about it all, but the realisation is starting to set in now and I definitely have 'Maranoia" - The fear that something is going to happen that will prevent you from completing the race! The primary source of this fear is living with The Fiance A.K.A, Patient Zero. I don't know where he is picked up whatever virus he is harbouring, but he can keep it to himself! He has been officially quarantined and I am inflating sales of Vicks First Defence in an attempt to stay healthy!

Today I have enjoyed a short, 4 mile stretch of the legs and have only one or two more runs of a similar distance. I now have to trust in all the training and hard work that I've already done and hope that all will be well on the day! 
I've got everything I need and as long as I don't forget my trainers or my Rock Tape, I should be able to make it round the 26.2 miles! 

I've looked at the route and I can honestly say that the thought of running down The Mall and crossing that finishing line actually makes me feel quite emotional... Having just seen the TV advert for Sunday's race, I can't believe that I am actually doing it and not just looking forward to watching it. All the hard work come down to this. 

My race number is 40887, and anyone who wants to track my progress is more than welcome to and can do so using the London Marathon app. Remember to send me positive thoughts and keep an eye out for me on the TV! 

Being so close to the race day means that it's time for the last push with the fundraising as well. I've had a few donations this week and I am so grateful to all of you who have sponsored me so far. The difference that this money will make to the lives of the people supported by The Home Farm Trust is huge and they couldn't do it without the support of people like you. 

If you are still wanting to sponsor me, please head over to my Just Giving page:  https://www.justgiving.com/fundraising/Fiona-Kitchingman

2 Weeks And Counting

Well it's safe to say that The Marathon is looming on the not so distant horizon now! It is officially 2 weeks away and I am feeling somewhat nervous!

I seem to swing from feeling really confident to being unsure whether or not I'm going to be able to stagger around the 26.2 miles! At this point, I just need to trust in all the training that I've done and keep putting one foot in front of the other. Sounds simple enough right?

It's safe to say that my training hasn't been 100% smooth sailing; there has been a few injuries, niggles and colds along the way and I've had to scale back the training plan from 4 runs a week to 3. Even though I now don't have the same amount of distance 'in my legs' as others do going into the marathon, if I had continued on the path I was on, I really don't know if I would have made it to the start line.

I also ran(!) into a new issue on last week's long run. I set out with the intention of running 20 miles, taking on a new route running into Kirkby Overblow, finishing my run at Mother Dearest's house. Things were going well and I was enjoying running in new places (apart from the daring dash across the Bypass!), until the most recent in my string of disasters occurred:  An asthma attack.

I haven't had an asthma attack for such a long time, that I had considered myself to have 'grown out of it', so the sudden chest pain and realisation that I couldn't breathe easily came as a bit of a shock! Ironically, this all happened outside Kirkby Overblow Cemetery. Having reached 17.5 miles, Mother Dearest's house wasn't far away and I was able to make a slightly panicked phone call requesting rescue.  Luckily, I was able to have a quick word with myself, stopped picking out my plot in the cemetery and focused on breathing and the air that was in fact making it into my lungs. I was feeling better by the time Mother Dearest and S arrived, but was still very grateful for the ride home.

I'm currently putting the surprise asthma attack down the fact that it was a warm, humid day, with more pollen around than there has been recently, combined with the fact I was running out in the countryside, which I haven't really done much off recently. In any case, I have had a chat with the doctor and got a new inhaler in case it should happen again.

Today I was supposed to be running 15 miles, however after a busy weekend and a 2 day headache, I have decided to postpone this until tomorrow.. A decision I am probably going to regret as it does make my Monday rather busy! Too late to change my mind now though!
After that 15 miles is out of the way, I only have 5 more training runs (all ranging between 5 and 10 miles) to complete before we travel down to London, which feels very manageable after all the longer ones we have done!

Whilst I have (for the most part) enjoyed the training, I am really looking forward to it being done!

That's not to say I am going to stop running, but that I am looking forward to having a new focus to my running. I want to keep up some of the longer runs, but I want to focus on my 5K and 10K times, working on speed rather than distance.

But first.. maybe a week off!

I'm also pleased to say that I have reached my initial fundraising goal of £2000, which is amazing and I am so grateful to all of you who have already donated to this fantastic cause! If any of you haven't got round to it yet, have no fear - I am still accepting sponsorship and would love to achieve my new fundraising goal of £2600 - £100 for every mile of the marathon.

Please head over to my Just Giving page and leave me a donation and a message! https://www.justgiving.com/fundraising/Fiona-Kitchingman