Thank you Donna Macpherson for my post title and my mantra for 2015, I'm gonna do exactly as you say!
At the
beginning of a new year it’s natural to look back over the past twelve months, but
for me it seems as if 2013 and 2014 have merged together, my mind has deleted a
lot but I’m hanging on to the good bits. It doesn’t feel like it’s nearly two
years since I was diagnosed with mouth cancer, February 18th 2013 to
be exact, which was followed by major surgery on the 18th March then
six weeks of chemo and radiotherapy that finished on the last day of May, I
look back at run/walking the Skye half marathon 6 days later in just under 3
hours with a smile, and covering 127 miles at the 48 hour race at the British
Ultra Fest 10 weeks post treatment is filed under How the hell did I do that! Then
managing to cover 25 miles at Glenmore 24 in my own wee special 6 hour run,
that really felt like I was coming home, which was followed by a slog round
Loch Ness marathon in just over 5 hours. These races were done purely to prove
I was alive and kicking, and they did wonders for my morale.
The start of
2014 didn’t feel like a new year, just a continuation of working towards the
goal that kept my head up when tough stuff threatened to overwhelm me. I had
two images in my mind, I visualised slapping my hands on the Leisure Centre
door and collecting my Goblet to the sound of the support of my WHW family.
I followed no
schedule, just trusted my judgement regards training, it was a fine line
between doing enough training without knocking myself back, was I fatigued from
training or the treatment? In March I
ran Smokies 10 as hard as I could, I was 10 minutes outside the previous years time,
but chuffed all the same, my next quest was running all of Loch Katrine
Marathon, I could go as slow as I liked just no walking, mission accomplished!
Then in April I covered 40 odd miles over 2 stints supporting AllyKRunsSkye. Mr
Macpherson you are my hero, there are many that have fought hard for their
sporting achievements but none as hard fought as yours in the worst weather
I’ve ever had the “pleasure” to run in, proud to play a small part in your epic
run. Then the Highland Fling was a huge
boost to my confidence, I did it within the WHW cut-offs, peace of mind I’d get
half way.
West Highland
Way race 2014 was so special, I was living the goal that had held me together
through so much, I don’t want to use the word easy, but knowing what it meant
to me negated any pain or fatigue. The
standing ovation when I received my goblet was overwhelming, I held myself
together like a rabbit in headlights if I could’ve found a voice I would have
said “Thank you, I couldn’t have done it without you.” The support of my WHW family made a huge
difference and I can’t imagine being able to do what I did without it.
Glenmore 24
was tough, I still didn't feel back to full strength, and conditions weren’t in my
favour but still chuffed to do what I did. I had an appointment with my
consultant a couple of days after, my Macmillan nurse was not impressed that
I’d lost a bit of weight but I glibly retorted “Ocht, I’ll soon put it back on,
that only happens when I run nearly ninety miles at the weekend!” My consultant
smiled and shook his head, he tends to do that more often than not when I see him, he has
allowed the start of reconstructive dentistry and after several visits to St
Johns Hospital in Livingston at the end of November I now have a lovely set of
laughing tackle, I feel my speech has been knocked back a wee bit with them and
eating is still a struggle, but they are work in progress, eventually I might
be able to have implants in my top jaw, the bottom jaw has been too damaged by
the radiotherapy so not an option there, but at least I’ve got a bonnie smile
back!
The Loch Ness
Marathon was a happy plod, I’ve got the full set and since 2008 it has always
been around a fortnight after a 24 hour race so I’m happy just to enjoy the
scenery, Pauline ran with me but I wasn’t going to be dragged round and we had
a fine steady race, and I had a wee giggle to myself near the finish, within
the last half mile Pauline said “You can wind it up any time you like.” My
reply “This is wound up!” I wasn't going to spoil a lovely run with a sprint finish, not sure I could've managed much of a one anyway! I had great fun running Glen Ogle 33, time-wise it
wasn’t anything special but that’s not important, one thing that stayed with me
the whole way, I felt strong, something that has been lacking since my
treatment. I felt a wee bit tired doing
it again the following weekend, Pauline wasn’t able to run the GO33, she’d
tweaked her back a few days before the race but it settled down enough to go
back the following Saturday. That day had a bit of a horsey theme, I don’t
suppose anyone else doing the race has noticed a wee memorial cairn to a horse
that led the charge at the Hamden riot in 1980? Nope? Well, something to look out for this
year then! As we were heading down the
path back to Killin we met a woman leading a horse, she asked if we could do her
a favour and hold her horse as she got back on, she said he was a skittish Arab
and wasn’t for behaving, I stood back, Pauline held his reins and spoke in an
authoritative manner, he still wasn’t behaving when his owner tried to get on, I
braved up and held on too, eventually the woman got back on and cantered off
with a thank you over her shoulder. I was well impressed with Pauline, she
impressed herself too, saying she’s only used to a stroppy wee Westie and the
closest she’s ever been to a horse before was watching them parade round the
paddock at a day at the races before sticking a fiver on one!
December was
an easy month, just ticking over waiting for the New Year to start, I
definitely feel like this year is a new start.
Comparing my training for this January to January 2013 before my cancer
diagnosis, I’m not far away from being back to where I was then, it’s taken two
years but I feel strong and ready to take on all the challenges I have the
luxury to set myself, mainly my eleventh West Highland Way Race and Glenmore 24.
Yesterday I
ran a good strong 10k at Buchlyvie, the course is fairly flat but underfoot
there were patches of ice and a muddy forest track, I was only one minute
twenty seconds slower than my 10k PB set over twenty years ago on a warm
evening on dry tarmac in Dunfermline although that course was hilly.
I’m not sure
whether I will ever run a PB again at any distance but it won’t be without
trying, not because I care about the time I do, it's more about shouting “Fuck
you cancer!” Strong is the new fast!
