Two months ago, I was sitting in my house having just come back in from one of my Sunday long runs training for the Manchester Marathon. I looked at my phone as I had a WhatsApp message from my friend Rob. It read, “I’ve had a biking accident, on my way to A and E”.
A shudder of worry ran through me. How serious was it? What had happened? Was he going to be ok? As the hours passed Rob sent through various messages. It was a serious crash while out mountain biking. He had gone over the handlebars after his pedal hit a log, landing on his side, travelling at around 25km per hour. Then he sent a picture. His arm was in a sling. He had broken his collar bone, he had broken some ribs and he had big gash on his arm. And he was in a LOT of pain.
“That dream was over”
Rob and I were due to run the Liverpool Half Marathon together. On that day, we all thought that that dream was over. Over the next few weeks he slowly recovered but remained in a lot of pain. Running was out of the question, it was simply a case of taking painkillers and letting things heal.
As we got to about a month out from the race, it was announced that this would be the last Rock and Roll Liverpool Marathon. Rob’s wife Linda decided to start doing the Couch to 5k programme, so Rob began going out to help her. He started running a little bit himself, but when we met up as they came through to support me at the Manchester Marathon, there was little prospect of him running anything like a half marathon.
“anything I could do… to get him to the start”
Through this time I was cajoling him along. I told him we could walk/run it. Run a mile, walk a mile. We could just fast walk it – with a cut off time of three and a half hours that sounded achievable – anything I could do to perhaps get him to the start line. But I also made it clear, I was perfectly happy to do the race myself and he should not feel under any pressure to do it.
Then a week out from the race he told me he was going to make a decision after going for a run. I was expecting him to do just a few miles then call it a day. He got to ten miles!! Then he told me. “I am going to do it”.
So last Saturday I drove down to North Wales where he lives and Rob and I got ready for a half marathon unlike any other either of us had done before. Rob and Linda live just outside a small village so we went for a bracing walk up the hill behind his house to discuss the plan. There was only one plan. This was not about pace or about tactics. This was simple. It was to get Rob round.
Early on Sunday morning we drove the hour or so through to Liverpool for the race. The forecast all week had been for rain and a wind from the south. The wind was significant because the final four miles of the race run right alongside the Mersey. A wind from the south would be ideal – behind us for the final stretch when things were bound to be tough.
The route took us through the city centre then up a couple of steep climbs to about 5km then it flattened out before heading through a couple of the city’s parks and ending up at Penny Lane – an iconic place if ever there was one.
“the bands every mile were great”
That was at about halfway. From there, the course was downhill to the river and then flat. We were going well. The pace was easy for me and while there was not as much support as there had been in Manchester, the bands every mile were really great.
We did not really have a lot of chat. It was not that kind of a run. This was a run for Rob about grim determination, about getting through it, about proving what resilience, a bit of bloody-mindedness and gritting your teeth can do.
After Penny Lane we ran through another park and then we could see the River Mersey. On the way down I had said to Rob, “we have two choices with downhill, speed up, or relax and recover a bit.” We opted for the “relax and recover” part.
“he just wanted to keep going”
I had always made it clear to Rob that this race was for him. I would take my cues from him. We could walk at any point. We could slow down at any point. We could stop. We could pull out. Running is, after all, just supposed to be a bit of fun. But Rob did not want to do any of that. He just wanted to keep going.
Those last miles are tough for any runner, far less someone who has recently broken a bunch of bones in their body. I could see how hard Rob was having to work. His stride length was shortening. There was zero chat. I had to help him put the top back on his water bottle at one point as his injuries prevented him from doing it. But he would not stop. His legs were burning. But he kept on going. Thank goodness we had wind behind.
Mile markers do not really help toward the end of a race, they simply remind you how far a mile is. So after a bit of a zig zag back into town and then back out again, we could suddenly see the finish line in the distance. You can feel the boost that gives everyone in a race, as they give it their all for those last few metres. He raised his arms in the air in the finishing straight(well as far up as he can raise his arm at the moment) and we crossed the line.
Almost immediately after crossing the line and having a hug, we saw one of our friends, Jason, and it was great to see him, his mum and his wife. They were there as his sister was running the full marathon. It is always such a boost to see people you know and we got some great pictures which I think really capture how happy we were to get it done and get the bling!
After a chat, then some water and a bit of food we made it back to collect my bag from the drop off zone and got some more pictures taken before heading back to Wales to celebrate with some proper drinks and Sunday lunch in the local pub. What else could you want to round off an amazing day!
Rob’s achievement was in getting to the start line in the first place. Something which I had thought would have been impossible when I got that first What’sApp message. To then get through and run the entire race without stopping was even more amazing. Truly phenomenal. Running continues to prove to me just how much people can achieve when they set their mind to it.
When I got home the following day – note to self, a seven hour drive after doing a long run is not great for your legs – I added my Liverpool medal to my hanger which has all of my 10k and half marathon medals. Every so often, I love looking through this. So many great memories.
Now I have no races planned and nothing in the calendar. My hope to race a 10k this weekend was dashed when I discovered the race had sold out, so it is back to finding a new routine for my running. It feels slightly weird to have nothing to specifically train for, but I am looking forward to settling into a routine of JogScotland running, parkrun and then a social run with friends on a Sunday.
But on Thursday night Rob did message me. “When are we doing our next one?”. I guess we still have some unfinished business then, but that can wait until he really has properly recovered. Something to look forward to for next year.