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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.

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

    © Lydia Goldblatt

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

    © Lydia Goldblatt

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

    © Lydia Goldblatt

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

    © Lydia Goldblatt

  • Kit. (I have such a bad posture.)

    © Lydia Goldblatt

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

    © Lydia Goldblatt

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

    © Lydia Goldblatt

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

    © Lydia Goldblatt

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

    © Lydia Goldblatt

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

    © Lydia Goldblatt

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

    © Lydia Goldblatt

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

    © Lydia Goldblatt

  • 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.

    © Lydia Goldblatt

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

    © Lydia Goldblatt

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

    © Lydia Goldblatt

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