Run for it

An extra from Made for the marathon?

Goose pimples, jelly babies and blisters: discover the harsh reality of marathon training as photographer Lydia Goldblatt trails Hayley Birch on several runs around Bristol. This gallery contains 15 images – click on the top right of each image to enlarge.

 


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As the door clicks softly behind me in the darkness...


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Some Tuesdays, it’s 15 km before dawn and back for breakfast by 8am.


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Waiting to run. Early on a Sunday morning, I gaze bleary-eyed out of the window, over a bowl of porridge.


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It’s another two hours before I can get out on the road.


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Kit. (I have such a bad posture.)


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Wind and rain I can stand, but hailstones are just little pellets of pain that have fallen from the sky.


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Just below the rainbow is where I bemuse the builders with my warm-up routine.


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I must have tripped on these tree roots a hundred times or more.


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The ground has been like this all winter. There’s nothing for tired feet to push against. 


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On this particular Sunday I ran 20 km in driving rain and saw others stopped in their tracks by gale force winds. 


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My cross-country spikes after the carnage that was Brecon, Wales, in February.


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Flat feet. Blisters. Goose pimples. Mud between toes.


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My physio prescribed so many exercises that I had to draw them to remember them. On the left is a messy list of training stats – positive self-talk in written form.


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The foam roller is a special kind of torture for aching thigh muscles.


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A jiggling mixture of muesli and jelly babies made me sick on one 30 km training run.