This was a busy weekend.i was signed up for the Supersonic 10k and my husband for his first marathon. We used this as an excuse for a weekend away together which is pretty much unheard of for us. We really don’t have anyone willing to stay with them so the opportunity arising was grabbed.
We arrived in Bournemouth near lunchtime and went straight to our hotel (Marriott) right on the cliff. The most amazing part was that they had our room ready for us (except their utter inability to understand no feather pillows due to severe allergy) rather than making us wait until 3pm. Tiniest room on the third floor but it did just about have a view of the ocean. After checking in we headed into town and had lunch, bought a winter coat and checked out the festival hub. The weather was freezing and wet but after I finally got a decent coat I was cozy and happy.
We went back to the room and I got ready for my run. The 10k had a 4pm start which suits me well. I am NOT a morning person. Around 3pm we wondered down to the starting area and looked around to figure out where my pen was….the blue group was the last one which was located down the straightaway and around the corner from the start line which was no even visible for us. About 3:45 we started lining up and chatting. I met a lady that was a Ravenclaw Hogwarts Running Club member which was exciting as I am a Ravenclaw as well. I also met a group of ladies that looked to be of Indonesian decent as well as a lady from the Redway Runners in Milton Keynes. These ladies chatted with me and calmed me down a great deal. The crowd was big but my little group around me felt like a padding from the world.
It took several minutes to get the the start line. Based on the gun vs chip time it was about 4 minutes. We ran down the promenade for a while with the water to our right. The evening was cold and very windy, I found the running to be so very hard. When the front runners turned back to run past us before we even got to 2 miles I was disheartened. When we had to jump a huge puddle while getting up and down a curb I got a bit wet and just wanted to quit but I pushed on. We came back around and just after 3 miles we had a water stop before heading down the piers.
At the first pier there was an extremely loud band of drums. The sound and the pounding sensation of the drums made me feel very panicked causing me to struggle to control my breathing. I had to cover my ears and run past as quick as I could going on and getting off the pier. The wooden surface of the pier was great to run on though and the feeling of running out to sea was very calming. I kept running and at the second pier I saw my husband going on and coming back off again.
The final section was running down the promenade with the sea on our left for a while before turning around and heading for the finish. It was not that far down the seafront but the cold had seeped in so much that I was hurting. At the best of times it takes a long time for me to warm up but it sucks when my temperature drops before I even finish the run. I got down to the finish and I ran as hard as I could and I don’t think anyone could tell I had sped up. They called out my name and I ran through the finish. My goal was under 1:15. My pb was 1:13:40 (I think). My Bournemouth time was 1:11:11. New personal best.
After the run was not as organised as beforehand. Their funnelling was not horrible but could have been better. The problem was the collection for the goody bag. They hadn’t packed them with the promised goodies. They gave out a bag with a t-shirt in it and then expected the runners to collect the other bits but without telling us we had to do this. They also only provided those goodies in the small to medium shirt sections so being a large there was nothing for me to collect. Disappointing!
After the run we went out to Nando’s for dinner. While my husband ordered the food I packed away my stuff and was playing on my phone. I knew I had a pb because of my garmin but noticed my number was very bent up and the organisers stressed not bending the chip which was bent. I started worrying that I might not get an official time. I worried but continued to play on my phone. I got a text quite soon after the run with my official time which chuffed me and I showed my husband when he came back. The funny thing is that I continued to worry about my time not being official. I am sure that was done to exhaustion. We ate dinner and were walking back through the event area on the way back to the hotel about an our after reading the text with my time before I suddenly realised the text was the proof that my time was official. Silly but funny.
The Sunday was the marathon and it was so cold. He usually is hot natured but even he couldn’t help but shiver s the wind just cut straight through. I left before he started so I could get to a point to meet up with him. At 6 miles I was able to cheer him on near the aid station. From there I met him again at miles 11, 13, 15, and 18. 18 happened near our hotel so I walked up the hill with him and cheered him on while I took stuff back to the room. After having a drink and snack I headed back down to the seafront and planned to wait around the finish to cheer him through before realising that there was one more point I could meet him at more than once but only if I hurried. Running with a heavy backpack is not easy at best of time but by that afternoon it was also warm and sunny and all I had to wear was a jumper. I didn’t make it to 20 miles in time but I was patient there and cheered people along at the 25.5 mile point. When hubby came through I did my best to run along with him toward the finish but I couldn’t keep up (his marathon pace was too fast for this turtle). He finished in just under 5 hrs and I met back up with him in the event hub area.
We celebrated at Five Guys and had drinks that night. We were both worn out. He had run a marathon and I had run/walked 8 miles that day supporting him. We were asleep by 8:30pm I think. The next day I had vertigo and was stumbling around just trying to get breakfast and check out. We headed home and begged out for the rest of Monday.
I do recommend the Bournemouth Marathon Festival. The 10k was mostly flat and fast. The 5K was at night and all lit up with lights and glow sticks. The half I didn’t see but the marathon was good. The atmosphere was good even if the goody bags were a disappointment. Good weekend of running though a bit too tiring to have been romantic. Will have to figure out a way to have a weekend away again one of these days.