About Flora Marriott

Curly mopped adventure loving cocktail making elephant blogging croquet champ, wife, aunt, L&D Manager. Oh, and I also have a normal blog too.

4,000 mile man

Yesterday I walked a mile down the lane where I live. I peered across the fields. A figure loomed into view, striding purposefully along a hedgerow. So this was Pete.

I jogged further down the lane to catch up with Pete as he popped out of the bridleway and onto the road. “Pete?!”

“Flora! Hello!”

And so we walked together south along the clifftop for a few miles, chatting away.

You see, it was a rather special thing to meet Pete. Because he is on a walk. A really really long walk. Long, even by my standards. He set off from Southampton in February. He’s walking clockwise round the entire coastline of mainland Britain. He’s walked up the entire west coast, round all of Scotland, and is now heading south towards Lincolnshire, Norfolk, Suffolk and Essex, and on back to Southampton in December. So far Pete has racked up over 4,000 miles (!!!) and ‘only’ has another 1,000 odd to go. Pretty amazing.

A close friend of mine, Jill, had heard of Pete’s walk, by chance, a week or so ago, and had emailed me with a link to his blog, in case I was interested to read about it. When I took a look, I saw that Pete was about to pass pretty much right past my doorstep within the next week. So I got in touch…. and thus met up.

It was fantastic to swap stories of our walks. I am full of admiration for Pete for having the courage to embark on such a mammoth undertaking.

You can read all about his adventures here.

And here he’s written about his few days in Holderness, including meeting with me and my husband Ian

He is raising money for MS and also the spinal injuries association. Whenever anyone sponsored me on my walk, no matter how small the donation, it always gave me a lift – a smile, a spring in my step. Pete has had that same experience. So if you are reading this, please know that if you sponsor Pete, whether it be £1 or £5 or 5 times that, it’ll motivate him in his ginormous effort. It doesn’t matter that you’ve never met him. He will still feel cheered on.

Here’s to chance encounters.

7 symptoms of cycling obsession

I’ve written a fair few blog posts recently about running. I’m afraid to say though, that as well as loving running, I have also lost my heart to a two wheeled machine, and all that comes with it.

Here are some of my symptoms. If you enjoy cycling, you may have experienced some of them. Feel free to add to my list.

1. Taking far too many photos of the bicycle posing gracefully. 20140529-101950.jpg

2. Finding spinach smoothies absolutely delicious.

3. Clearing out clothes from the wardrobe, so that cycling jerseys can be hung up there instead.

4. Persuading the husband there is an urgent need to swap to a car with a bigger boot so that the bike can go inside, and travel in comfort out of the rain. (This has involved lifting the bike in and out of boots in car showrooms, to check it fits. Much to the horror of the dealers).

5. Hoping to get a torque wrench as a birthday present.

6. Being delighted and very proud at mastering changing a tyre with bare hands. (No tyre levers involved).

7. Glamorous night attire? No thank you! There’s nothing nicer than sleeping in compression tights or socks after hard workouts.

The plot is well and truly lost.

Marathon ladies

medalistsWe did it.  On the 6th of April, Alison and I completed our first marathon, and raised over £3,700 between us for MS and Mind.  Yay!!!  But we’ve taken ages to write a blog post about it, mainly because there is a lot to say and neither of us knew where to start.  So, we’ve decided to ask each other some questions, and write a Q and A blog post.  We emailed each other our questions, which to our surprise were almost identical. No wonder we are such a good team!  And also we have been set some questions by super lovely Meg Peppin, who was wonderfully encouraging of us during our training.  Anyway, here goes!

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The runners

Walking through Cornwall. Destination John O'Groats, then Shetland!

Walking through Cornwall. Destination John O’Groats, then Shetland!

On this day one year ago I was in Cornwall. I’d just passed the 100 mile mark, and had over a thousand miles still to crunch under my boots. I felt uncertain about my capacity to walk such a long way. But I was already learning that the best way to cope with the self doubt that accompanies any sizeable and exciting challenge is to focus all my attention on what’s around me. Paying attention to the day ahead, the next footstep, the views, the next meal….these are all the simple but incredibly effective ways to harness that most powerful muscle of all, the mind.

Today, I’m six days away from running my first marathon; 26.2 miles along the Brighton seafront. My good friend Alison and I have spent the entire winter focussing on the next footstep, trying not too think about the fact that in April we will run further than we ever have done in our lives before. I said a while back that I think that the training IS the marathon. Well, we’ve succeeded in doing the training. Since the start of December I’m amazed to report that neither of us has missed a single training session. We’ve completed the whole thing, which jointly means that over the last four months we have:

  • Cycled 600 miles
  • Run 780 miles*
  • Plus all the stretching and lifting at the gym, and mindless turbo sessions
Perfect perfect early morning run in the Cairngorms, just a week ago

Perfect perfect early morning run in the Cairngorms, just a week ago

Whatever happens on Sunday, I’m ever so proud of our determination, and the fact that we have enjoyed our training so much. We’ve run through rain, howling wind, through knee high floodwater, snow. We’ve run in Kent, East Yorkshire, London, Northamptonshire, Buckinghamshire. We’ve run along the sandy paths of New Forest, along the trails of the North Yorkshire Moors, over the fells of the Peak District, and through a hill pass in the Scottish Highlands. We have learnt to love running. We have learned how to eat. We are both fitter and stronger than we’ve ever been at any time in our lives before. We have become runners.

The small crowd that was there early on, cheering us on through your sponsorship has become a much bigger crowd. We are both so grateful. And if you’ve not done so, it’s not too late to sponsor us.  I’m fundraising for the MS Society, and Alison is fundraising for Mind.

*A small coincidence:
I looked back at my diary and realised that this is the mileage I had done on the day I crossed the Scottish border last May. Lands End to the border – the length of England – was 780 miles exactly.

The Magic Run

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Sooner or later, comes The Magic Run.  Mine was today.  I had a meeting in Sheffield last night.  So I got up before the crack of dawn this morning and drove out to Stannage Edge in the Peak District.  Sheffield, pre dawn, was snuggled up under a blanket low cloud.  Driving out of town, I emerged into the open moors, and clear skies.  It was minus 3 degrees, as I got out of the car, and ran along the gritstone cliff that is Stannage Edge.  It was crispy and frosty underfoot. Hard ground after all these months of slipping and sloshing and squelching.  And not a soul to be seen.  The sun rose.  Red grouse did their impression of being a wind up toy – swooping and cackling and then going quiet as if they needed winding up again. Hope Valley, far below, was wrapped up its woolly cloud.  Ten and a half miles slipped by.  And I ran. Happy. Grateful.

The Magic Run has it’s equivalent Magic Bike Ride, Magic Walk, etc.  Whatever you do, it’s worth persisting with the training, in order to experience The Magic Run every now and again.  For me, it’s getting up when most sane people are in bed, going somewhere I’ve never been before, and being on a path, not a road.  And it is getting lucky, getting that sweet spot in the training diary when for some reason, the running feels easy and joyful.

When and where was your last Magic Run? (or walk, ride….?)

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Opening doors

It’s now March, and it’s four weeks until the Brighton Marathon. The big day is Sunday April 6th.  In the main, l love doing the training.  I am now into the ‘longest run’ weeks of doing 20 miles for my long weekly run.

This marathon escapade started back in November, with my friend Alison Chisnell asking me to run the Brighton event with her.  As I wrote previously, I’d had no thoughts of ever running that far, but I found myself saying yes to Alison.  That taught me the lesson of being open minded.  Have you ever had a situation like that, where you always swore you wouldn’t do something/didn’t like something, and then suddenly found yourself doing a complete turnaround? Continue reading