It seems fitting that I sign off this blog with a line from the great Douglas Adams. It was he, and his Last Chance to See book, who inspired me to become interested in Save the Rhino, and their great work continues. Stephen Fry recently retraced Douglas's steps with Mark Carwardine, and gave a great talk fundraising for Save the Rhino which I was privileged to attend.
So, next half marathon was scheduled for November 8th - the Grand Union Canal half marathon near Watford. What's been happening?
From Milton Keynes, I tried to keep up the running once a week. I just about managed it, struggling to hit any kind of distance, with most of my runs 2 to 3 miles. My longest run was 5 miles in Cheltenham, and I did manage one lovely running cliche - a 2 mile run along the beach at daybreak on Sanibel Island on holiday, quite gorgeous! It's true though that a lot of my runs were cut short - whether through struggling with heat or the usual mental demons that cause me to take shortcuts home.
But with five weeks to go to the half marathon, I really needed to step up the training. And so ... it was at this point that I took three weeks off completely. A persistent cold followed by cramming for an exam meant that I completely abandoned training, and as a result have abandoned next week's half marathon.
I do remain positive! Tash, my first commenter on this blog many months ago, and now my friend and running partner, checked out this blog to remind me that exactly one year ago this week, I ran my very first mile. I came a long way to that point but have moved on a long way since. Though I may have dropped off recently, I musn't forget how much I have achieved!
But that's not the end of it. I have started again. And I am scheduled to run in next year's Edinburgh marathon - keep following my progress and find out future details of the orangutan charities that I will run for this time. Last week I ran three times - the busiest week since Milton Keynes, and I am back up to 50 minutes' running again. I am positive, I'm back, and I'm aiming for a sub five hour run.
And for more proof that I really did the run this year - see below!
http://www.flickr.com/photos/savetherhino/sets/72157621905210383/show/
Tuesday, 3 November 2009
Monday, 3 August 2009
The proof - and what next?
Well here's the proof from last Sunday - the Garmin readout of my 13.14 mile run round Milton Keynes
http://connect.garmin.com/activity/9812864
And here is proof of my finishing time:
http://www.racetimingsystems.com/franchised/results.aspx?raceid=838&emanagerid=33
I'm still amazingly proud that I can run half marathons now - twelve months ago this blog started and I could barely run a minute. But I'm wary of a few things
- I'm slow. Really slow. If you sort the finishers in reverse order, I come on the first page. I beat only 8% of runners home, and only 4.6% of all men
- I finish with energy left in the tank. I've finished two half marathons and a full marathon now, and in each case I could have done more, having finished without pushing myself to its limit.
- Combine those two facts - look at the splits I ran - I can go faster.
I think if I'm to continue, my goal has to be to run faster - do I have a 2 hour half marathon in me? Or can I at least try and train for one and get a respectable 2:05 or 2:10?
As I finished, delighted with my 2:29, the prizegiving was happening for all the different age categories. Now I didn't go to win any prizes, but the leading woman was not there as she'd long since gone home for a shower and a cup of tea. And the over 60s womens category was won in 2:11, fully 18 minutes faster than me. By the only over 60 woman in the whole field!
I haven't decided my running future yet but I've spent 8 days now not running and eating lots of cake. It surprises me to announce it, but I want to run on, run regular and run faster.
Well, run on a bit anyway!
http://connect.garmin.com/activity/9812864
And here is proof of my finishing time:
http://www.racetimingsystems.com/franchised/results.aspx?raceid=838&emanagerid=33
I'm still amazingly proud that I can run half marathons now - twelve months ago this blog started and I could barely run a minute. But I'm wary of a few things
- I'm slow. Really slow. If you sort the finishers in reverse order, I come on the first page. I beat only 8% of runners home, and only 4.6% of all men
- I finish with energy left in the tank. I've finished two half marathons and a full marathon now, and in each case I could have done more, having finished without pushing myself to its limit.
- Combine those two facts - look at the splits I ran - I can go faster.
I think if I'm to continue, my goal has to be to run faster - do I have a 2 hour half marathon in me? Or can I at least try and train for one and get a respectable 2:05 or 2:10?
As I finished, delighted with my 2:29, the prizegiving was happening for all the different age categories. Now I didn't go to win any prizes, but the leading woman was not there as she'd long since gone home for a shower and a cup of tea. And the over 60s womens category was won in 2:11, fully 18 minutes faster than me. By the only over 60 woman in the whole field!
I haven't decided my running future yet but I've spent 8 days now not running and eating lots of cake. It surprises me to announce it, but I want to run on, run regular and run faster.
Well, run on a bit anyway!
Sunday, 26 July 2009
NSPCC Milton Keynes Half Marathon
So, the time has arrived and the preparations continue to be disastrous. To cut a long story short I've completely lost my application pack, so travelled to the venue early in the hope of being able to enter on the day.
Thankfully as I arrived and told the organisers my story they completely believed me and handed me a new pack free of charge. With this change of luck I made a donation anyway to the NSPCC since I was expecting to have to re-enter. The sky tried to rain, succeeded in dropping a few spots of drizzle, but this was to be all we got.
Quick stop off at the ambulance for some nipple plasters much to their amusement, and the run started. My race number was 1492, the number of Columbus, but I ran the race more like Columbo! (that's not actually true but I just wanted to make that joke)
I started near the back at the 2hr 30 marker, but soon got overtaken by just about everyone in the first half mile. Determined not to set off I convinced myself that everyone else was going too fast, but the truth is I never saw most of them again. But I was happy with my early pace, and by mile 2 latched on running alongside a girl who seemed to be running at my pace. She was a Paula Ratcliffe lookalike so looked the part, but obviously she was running with the slowcoaches at the back so that's where the similarity ends ...
Two miles later I decided to speak - not sure if I was freaking her out by running next to her but not speaking, and from that point on we kept each other company for most of the rest of the race. I'd established that the first 3 miles or so have always been difficult especially recently, but all seemed fine as I ran through the first 8-9 miles. Mile 9 was slow, as my companion (I never found her name) began to struggle, and though I continued comfortably, I still never overtook anyone, apart from two injured runners and two blokes stopping for a piddle.
At about 10.5 miles I felt a second wind - having slowed down a bit I knew I could complete but saw that I needed to speed up a bit to match my Silverstone 2hrs 30 time. So I showed my companion a clean pair of heels and left her for dust (and many other cliches). My speed got better again and in all honesty I had no trouble accelerating slightly to the finish. I probably overtook 50-100 people in the last 2 miles, which felt really rather good.
And I finished, in 2 hrs 29 minutes. My fastest mile was mile 13, to my delight, and I genuinely feel I had a lot more left to give. Perhaps my company was slowing me down somewhat but I was very grateful and she really made the race smooth and fast. Whoever you are, I wish you well, congratulations and good luck in the New Forest marathon in September!
I don't think my blog posts today have done justice to the amazing difference mentally and physically (but mostly mentally) between last Sunday (my long run only lasting 5 miles) and today. Whether it's running with others, or in events, that brings it out in me I don't know.
Today I was prepared to give up running for good if it all went badly. But it didn't, and so I won't. I'd even go so far as to say I might start liking it again now! If only I knew how my mind worked and could harness it to like running more most of the time! No matter, the rest of today has been about spoiling myself - and a jumbo frappuccino, a roast dinner and a glass of wine later, I'm rather pleased with today.
Thankfully as I arrived and told the organisers my story they completely believed me and handed me a new pack free of charge. With this change of luck I made a donation anyway to the NSPCC since I was expecting to have to re-enter. The sky tried to rain, succeeded in dropping a few spots of drizzle, but this was to be all we got.
Quick stop off at the ambulance for some nipple plasters much to their amusement, and the run started. My race number was 1492, the number of Columbus, but I ran the race more like Columbo! (that's not actually true but I just wanted to make that joke)
I started near the back at the 2hr 30 marker, but soon got overtaken by just about everyone in the first half mile. Determined not to set off I convinced myself that everyone else was going too fast, but the truth is I never saw most of them again. But I was happy with my early pace, and by mile 2 latched on running alongside a girl who seemed to be running at my pace. She was a Paula Ratcliffe lookalike so looked the part, but obviously she was running with the slowcoaches at the back so that's where the similarity ends ...
Two miles later I decided to speak - not sure if I was freaking her out by running next to her but not speaking, and from that point on we kept each other company for most of the rest of the race. I'd established that the first 3 miles or so have always been difficult especially recently, but all seemed fine as I ran through the first 8-9 miles. Mile 9 was slow, as my companion (I never found her name) began to struggle, and though I continued comfortably, I still never overtook anyone, apart from two injured runners and two blokes stopping for a piddle.
At about 10.5 miles I felt a second wind - having slowed down a bit I knew I could complete but saw that I needed to speed up a bit to match my Silverstone 2hrs 30 time. So I showed my companion a clean pair of heels and left her for dust (and many other cliches). My speed got better again and in all honesty I had no trouble accelerating slightly to the finish. I probably overtook 50-100 people in the last 2 miles, which felt really rather good.
And I finished, in 2 hrs 29 minutes. My fastest mile was mile 13, to my delight, and I genuinely feel I had a lot more left to give. Perhaps my company was slowing me down somewhat but I was very grateful and she really made the race smooth and fast. Whoever you are, I wish you well, congratulations and good luck in the New Forest marathon in September!
I don't think my blog posts today have done justice to the amazing difference mentally and physically (but mostly mentally) between last Sunday (my long run only lasting 5 miles) and today. Whether it's running with others, or in events, that brings it out in me I don't know.
Today I was prepared to give up running for good if it all went badly. But it didn't, and so I won't. I'd even go so far as to say I might start liking it again now! If only I knew how my mind worked and could harness it to like running more most of the time! No matter, the rest of today has been about spoiling myself - and a jumbo frappuccino, a roast dinner and a glass of wine later, I'm rather pleased with today.
It's all gone quiet ...
As the title said, my blog has gone a bit quiet. So what happened?
In training terms, not a lot has happened. A combination of a wedding weekend, a mild virus and a lack of organisation meant I week went by without running. My Milton Keynes deadline was looming but the miles are decreasing, not increasing.
Fast forward to July 19th, just a couple of short runs since my last blog and the need to get in one final long run before the half marathon. In the interest of "tapering" I didn't want to get to 12-13 miles, but woefully short on practice of longer runs I did need to at least hit 10 miles.
Setting off in the pouring rain I planned my possible routes but didn't run out into the country, deciding instead to run short laps in Bicester. This was probably doomed to failure as I really struggled to two, three miles and beyond. I just didn't have the motivation. The only way I could convince myself I would even reach five miles was to tell myself that was as far as I was going.
And in the final week? Just two short treadmill runs to avoid the rain and tick off the bare minimum of training.
A lot of people asked if I was still running, or those in the know asked about Milton Keynes coming up this weekend. My now very over-used line is that I am running Milton Keynes on Sunday 26th (now today) but haven't done enough training. No expectations, no promises. It feels like I'm only happy to run it with a ready made excuse. And I've not done anything close to 13 miles for a long time now ...
In training terms, not a lot has happened. A combination of a wedding weekend, a mild virus and a lack of organisation meant I week went by without running. My Milton Keynes deadline was looming but the miles are decreasing, not increasing.
Fast forward to July 19th, just a couple of short runs since my last blog and the need to get in one final long run before the half marathon. In the interest of "tapering" I didn't want to get to 12-13 miles, but woefully short on practice of longer runs I did need to at least hit 10 miles.
Setting off in the pouring rain I planned my possible routes but didn't run out into the country, deciding instead to run short laps in Bicester. This was probably doomed to failure as I really struggled to two, three miles and beyond. I just didn't have the motivation. The only way I could convince myself I would even reach five miles was to tell myself that was as far as I was going.
And in the final week? Just two short treadmill runs to avoid the rain and tick off the bare minimum of training.
A lot of people asked if I was still running, or those in the know asked about Milton Keynes coming up this weekend. My now very over-used line is that I am running Milton Keynes on Sunday 26th (now today) but haven't done enough training. No expectations, no promises. It feels like I'm only happy to run it with a ready made excuse. And I've not done anything close to 13 miles for a long time now ...
Thursday, 9 July 2009
Slow and steady
Still struggling - yesterday's run was all about making sure I had at least one chance to run this week, and making sure I didn't either fail or hate it. Wish these weren't my struggles so close to a half marathon but I have to be realistic.
I also need to think how my training (or lack of it) has gone. I can't really expect to go faster than previous half marathons, as I haven't put in the miles for that. I'm sure I have the potential, but can't beat myself up going for it when I'm not ready. I find it hard enough to think of myself as a runner, but I can never expect myself to be a good one! Completing a marathon is good enough anyway, isn't it?
So, the sole aim for yesterday was to run, not to go too fast, and not to watch the Garmin the whole time round, as it would only make me think too much about pace. Again I went out at 9pm and I knew it would be hard enough dealing with running after a meal and late in the day.
With that in mind, mission accomplished. Four miles down, time not important, pace slow and steady. On a nice evening I found a whole twisty maze of Bicester's cycle paths I didn't know about, and returned home 4.02 miles later. With a wedding to go to there's no more running till Sunday, and by then I will have banned alcohol and cakes!
I also need to think how my training (or lack of it) has gone. I can't really expect to go faster than previous half marathons, as I haven't put in the miles for that. I'm sure I have the potential, but can't beat myself up going for it when I'm not ready. I find it hard enough to think of myself as a runner, but I can never expect myself to be a good one! Completing a marathon is good enough anyway, isn't it?
So, the sole aim for yesterday was to run, not to go too fast, and not to watch the Garmin the whole time round, as it would only make me think too much about pace. Again I went out at 9pm and I knew it would be hard enough dealing with running after a meal and late in the day.
With that in mind, mission accomplished. Four miles down, time not important, pace slow and steady. On a nice evening I found a whole twisty maze of Bicester's cycle paths I didn't know about, and returned home 4.02 miles later. With a wedding to go to there's no more running till Sunday, and by then I will have banned alcohol and cakes!
Sunday, 5 July 2009
I feel good ...
... da-da-da-da-da ... and I knew that I would da-da-da-da-da.
Well, that's what I told myself my blog title would be as I set off for my long run. I was visualising my triumph! I'm sure that's what great sportsmen do. And if nothing else it became *that song* - the song that creeps into my head and stays there the whole time.
But really, I don't feal that good. And I feared that I wouldn't ... da-da-da-da-da, doesn't really scan so well. The facts and figures first - I covered (note the absence of the word "ran") exactly ten miles in a few seconds under two hours.
But the first hour especially, in the sun, was hot. And it does seem that I struggle in the heat. It's a lot cooler than the last few days, probably about the same as London Marathon temperature (and I managed 16 or so miles consecutively there) and there's no reason to think that Milton Keynes in 3 weeks time won't be any different, if not warmer.
As I took on water at 6 miles I found myself slowing to a walk, and basically walked for half a mile there, as well as three quarters of a mile later on. And had I been mentally up for it, I could have made up for my walking aberrations by running the two miles home from 10 miles to 12 miles to make up for it, but didn't.
The problem is still mental - as Sall_y said in my last comment, I have to want to run. Today felt like a trudge, not a run. I've run these routes before now, and I don't have the incentive of a big marathon at the end of this training. And though I enjoy the run up to a point ... when I stop and walk for a bit, I enjoy that just as much if not more! Once that's happened once, my brain pretty much gives up on running the whole thing.
I can't be too despondent - how many others of my friends and contemporaries covered 12 miles before lunch, and ran the majority of them. I'm unrecognisable in shape, size and lifestyle to this time last year. Today was supposed to be the run that fixed the bad week last week, and it wasn't to be.
On a lighter note ... I was resplendent in orange today with black arms and black shorts. As I ran through Bucknell I noticed I had a ladybird on my shoulder. I'm wondering if it was a large case of mistaken identity!
Well, that's what I told myself my blog title would be as I set off for my long run. I was visualising my triumph! I'm sure that's what great sportsmen do. And if nothing else it became *that song* - the song that creeps into my head and stays there the whole time.
But really, I don't feal that good. And I feared that I wouldn't ... da-da-da-da-da, doesn't really scan so well. The facts and figures first - I covered (note the absence of the word "ran") exactly ten miles in a few seconds under two hours.
But the first hour especially, in the sun, was hot. And it does seem that I struggle in the heat. It's a lot cooler than the last few days, probably about the same as London Marathon temperature (and I managed 16 or so miles consecutively there) and there's no reason to think that Milton Keynes in 3 weeks time won't be any different, if not warmer.
As I took on water at 6 miles I found myself slowing to a walk, and basically walked for half a mile there, as well as three quarters of a mile later on. And had I been mentally up for it, I could have made up for my walking aberrations by running the two miles home from 10 miles to 12 miles to make up for it, but didn't.
The problem is still mental - as Sall_y said in my last comment, I have to want to run. Today felt like a trudge, not a run. I've run these routes before now, and I don't have the incentive of a big marathon at the end of this training. And though I enjoy the run up to a point ... when I stop and walk for a bit, I enjoy that just as much if not more! Once that's happened once, my brain pretty much gives up on running the whole thing.
I can't be too despondent - how many others of my friends and contemporaries covered 12 miles before lunch, and ran the majority of them. I'm unrecognisable in shape, size and lifestyle to this time last year. Today was supposed to be the run that fixed the bad week last week, and it wasn't to be.
On a lighter note ... I was resplendent in orange today with black arms and black shorts. As I ran through Bucknell I noticed I had a ladybird on my shoulder. I'm wondering if it was a large case of mistaken identity!
Saturday, 4 July 2009
Down but not out
I've discussed a lot whether I actually enjoy running or not yet. I've greatly enjoyed the two events I've run in, but struggle for enjoyment running, until the feeling of achievement kicks in.
One thing that I have realised though is the opposite kicks in - I can get down when I'm not running. Especially as I should be training and targeting for a half marathon in just three weeks now. Not running makes me feel like I'm failing.
So with that in mind, and just one short run behind me this week, I set off yesterday planning to run 5 miles or so.
Bit of a disaster though, after a mile or so with still a bit of stitch or heartburn, I changed my mind, walked, and ran a shortcut home. No point in killing myself when it didn't seem right, bur of course, mentally, I'm now even more disappointed than before I started.
So what went wrong? I've thought of lots of excuses ...
- 1. I don't run well late in the day. Probably true, after a long work day I just want to relax, and starting a run after 9pm I start to worry aobut whether I'll relax or sleep OK. Valididty: 7/10
- 2. I don't run well after an evening meal. I think this is true - it was almost two hours after my evening meal, and still felt sluggish. Validity: 8/10
- 3. I haven't been eating properly. Yes, true - not enough carb loading and too many cakes and ice creams this week. Validity: 7/10
- 4. Too hot. Hmm, well it was warm but it was 9pm so not exactly the midday sun. Validity: 3/10
- 5. I tried my usual route in reverse. Maybe I don't run anti-clockwise? Validity: 0/10. Now I'm just being silly.
I will though try not to get too disappointed by this, and will stick to my plan of a long 11/12 mile run on Sunday morning (tommorrow). That one is more important not to mess up. But I am still on track. Down, perhaps today even more down, but not out!
One thing that I have realised though is the opposite kicks in - I can get down when I'm not running. Especially as I should be training and targeting for a half marathon in just three weeks now. Not running makes me feel like I'm failing.
So with that in mind, and just one short run behind me this week, I set off yesterday planning to run 5 miles or so.
Bit of a disaster though, after a mile or so with still a bit of stitch or heartburn, I changed my mind, walked, and ran a shortcut home. No point in killing myself when it didn't seem right, bur of course, mentally, I'm now even more disappointed than before I started.
So what went wrong? I've thought of lots of excuses ...
- 1. I don't run well late in the day. Probably true, after a long work day I just want to relax, and starting a run after 9pm I start to worry aobut whether I'll relax or sleep OK. Valididty: 7/10
- 2. I don't run well after an evening meal. I think this is true - it was almost two hours after my evening meal, and still felt sluggish. Validity: 8/10
- 3. I haven't been eating properly. Yes, true - not enough carb loading and too many cakes and ice creams this week. Validity: 7/10
- 4. Too hot. Hmm, well it was warm but it was 9pm so not exactly the midday sun. Validity: 3/10
- 5. I tried my usual route in reverse. Maybe I don't run anti-clockwise? Validity: 0/10. Now I'm just being silly.
I will though try not to get too disappointed by this, and will stick to my plan of a long 11/12 mile run on Sunday morning (tommorrow). That one is more important not to mess up. But I am still on track. Down, perhaps today even more down, but not out!
Wednesday, 1 July 2009
One week on
So one week on from my optimistic long 10+ mile run - have I kept up the progress?
It's been two steps forward three steps back ... nothing is simple in my training! I don't mind too much as I think I have decent excuses.
The weekend was spent away from home, so running was out. I did take my running kit with the intention of finding a run on Sunday morning. But my weekend away was a stag weekend. I'm only human, I might have just learnt to run, but one thing I can't do is run with a hangover.
So my first run was on Monday. I think most of my readers and followers are in the UK so you will understand this - right now we have a heatwave. On Monday the evening was warm so I left my run till gone 9pm. I ran 2.8 miles, to the Jubilee Lake, once round, and back home, trying to run to 10 minute mile pace. Or, to be more technical and accurate, 10 and a bit minute mile pace.
Sure enough, I was pleased to complete my run in 29 minutes. At about 10 and a bit mile pace. The odd thing was that according to my Garmin, my heart rate was lower than usual. The day was hot, I was a little stressed, and puffing somewhat, so would have expected the opposite!
Next stage of the plan was to run tonight (Wednesday). It was 32 degrees today, and I just can't face the run. Other people in my position might cross-train, perhaps a bike ride or a swim instead? But I don't do running or swimming. 12 months ago I didn't do running! One thing at a time ...
So I'm feeling a little bad at my lack of running recently. Tomorrow I will try and get out after 9pm again whatever if it's still hot, which it will be. I just hope the heatwave has passed by the end of the year and the MK half marathon.
It's been two steps forward three steps back ... nothing is simple in my training! I don't mind too much as I think I have decent excuses.
The weekend was spent away from home, so running was out. I did take my running kit with the intention of finding a run on Sunday morning. But my weekend away was a stag weekend. I'm only human, I might have just learnt to run, but one thing I can't do is run with a hangover.
So my first run was on Monday. I think most of my readers and followers are in the UK so you will understand this - right now we have a heatwave. On Monday the evening was warm so I left my run till gone 9pm. I ran 2.8 miles, to the Jubilee Lake, once round, and back home, trying to run to 10 minute mile pace. Or, to be more technical and accurate, 10 and a bit minute mile pace.
Sure enough, I was pleased to complete my run in 29 minutes. At about 10 and a bit mile pace. The odd thing was that according to my Garmin, my heart rate was lower than usual. The day was hot, I was a little stressed, and puffing somewhat, so would have expected the opposite!
Next stage of the plan was to run tonight (Wednesday). It was 32 degrees today, and I just can't face the run. Other people in my position might cross-train, perhaps a bike ride or a swim instead? But I don't do running or swimming. 12 months ago I didn't do running! One thing at a time ...
So I'm feeling a little bad at my lack of running recently. Tomorrow I will try and get out after 9pm again whatever if it's still hot, which it will be. I just hope the heatwave has passed by the end of the year and the MK half marathon.
Thursday, 25 June 2009
Ten miles in company
Yesterday I completed 10.6 miles, by far the longest since the London Marathon. Once again I'm starting to feel that I might be able to do this run next month after all.
The advantages of a midweek running parter are many - meeting and running with Tash was of course a pleasure. But the mental challenges are very different. With two of you running, you are ...
- far more likely to consider a shortcut home
- obliged to have a plan before you set out
- guaranteed of company to make the run go faster and be less boring
- possibly more ambitious
All these things worked very well! I don't think I would have considered stepping up to in excess of ten miles on my own, but step up we did, and the run went well. A sunny late evening meant the heat was difficult, particularly at first, there was no escape running the long straight Bucknall road, contributing to the usual difficult first mile, and almost two hours later the usual tired last mile appeared on schedule, but I think we both had fuel in the tank at the end of the run, enough for a "sprint finish". Steady 12 minute mile pace is not impressively fast but pace wasn't the aim.
I still can't believe how far I've come in still comfortably less than a year. I wonder how many other people got home from work, walked the dogs then went for a 10.6 mile run. Probably just me, and that feels good!
The advantages of a midweek running parter are many - meeting and running with Tash was of course a pleasure. But the mental challenges are very different. With two of you running, you are ...
- far more likely to consider a shortcut home
- obliged to have a plan before you set out
- guaranteed of company to make the run go faster and be less boring
- possibly more ambitious
All these things worked very well! I don't think I would have considered stepping up to in excess of ten miles on my own, but step up we did, and the run went well. A sunny late evening meant the heat was difficult, particularly at first, there was no escape running the long straight Bucknall road, contributing to the usual difficult first mile, and almost two hours later the usual tired last mile appeared on schedule, but I think we both had fuel in the tank at the end of the run, enough for a "sprint finish". Steady 12 minute mile pace is not impressively fast but pace wasn't the aim.
I still can't believe how far I've come in still comfortably less than a year. I wonder how many other people got home from work, walked the dogs then went for a 10.6 mile run. Probably just me, and that feels good!
Sunday, 21 June 2009
Short and sweet
My last update shows I have got the running bug back and am determined to stay on course for the half marathon next month.
But that was a few days ago - today is another day, the end of a lazy weekend. I did run, but I feel it was more to tick a box, so that in my mind I have satisfied the condition of running three times this week.
I also didn't really have a plan. I set off with the idea of deviating from the ring road to run the circuit of a lake - I knew where it was but in 5 years of living in Bicester had never seen it, only run past an access footpath every time I go round the ring road.
Felt very sluggish today, but I stuck to as much of a brief that I could think of while running along. Do minimum three miles, try to run at "pace", i.e. a little over ten minute mile pace which would represent a significant improvement on my half marathon time.
So, it's done - 3.15 miles in just over 32 minutes. I should really have run further.
But that was a few days ago - today is another day, the end of a lazy weekend. I did run, but I feel it was more to tick a box, so that in my mind I have satisfied the condition of running three times this week.
I also didn't really have a plan. I set off with the idea of deviating from the ring road to run the circuit of a lake - I knew where it was but in 5 years of living in Bicester had never seen it, only run past an access footpath every time I go round the ring road.
Felt very sluggish today, but I stuck to as much of a brief that I could think of while running along. Do minimum three miles, try to run at "pace", i.e. a little over ten minute mile pace which would represent a significant improvement on my half marathon time.
So, it's done - 3.15 miles in just over 32 minutes. I should really have run further.
Thursday, 18 June 2009
So long, and thanks for all the fish!
Well, I haven't posted since May. The MK half marathon is still on, but the running had started to fizzle out, as had the blogging. My plan had been to retire this blog.
The journey, documented in the blog, from zero to marathon had been amazing for me, and I could see the attraction in the blog. But is it quite so interesting to follow the journey of someone who has now run a full marathon, fighting the motivation to complete a far less illustrious half marathon?
Perhaps not, but I enjoy writing, and as long as just one of you is still reading (and just one of you has asked why I've stopped blogging), that's good enough for me. The challenges and goals have moved slightly, but the running is continuing. And doing this blog makes me continue!
I struggled to about a run a week - treadmill or outside. But this week the tide has turned, and Neil the runner is back, ready to tackle his half marathon. On Sunday, 6.3 miles through the villages felt good. Yesterday, 5.2 miles, including 4 at faster pace, showed me that I may be able to work on improving my time, and today 7 miles exactly at steady 12 minute pace showed me I still have the distance potential. The change in my morale, not just in running terms but in outlook generally as a result has been worth every step, as now I can see the next goal is achievable once more.
Also today, for the second time, I have had the pleasure of running with my new running partner Tash! The life cycle of this blog has gone full circle - my first follower and commenter as I struggled in Bicester to get past my first mile or two last winter has now become my co-runner as we train together towards her first ever half marathon next November! After today's run I'm convinced we're making great progress towards our respective half marathon goals.
So I will continue to blog! I'll try not to squeeze six runs into each update so there will be a bit more detail in future ... and, for you diehards who find that stuff interesting and continue to read, thank you!
And finally the blog entry title ... well allow me the luxury of keeping the title I was going to use in "retiring" the blog. My allegiance to Save the Rhino is inspired in part by the late Douglas Adams (author of said book with the same title) who devoted his conservation passions and energy to Save the Rhino.
Though my fundraising for them has now ended, if it has inspired you, do continue to follow http://www.savetherhino.org and watch the TV series "Last Chance to See" this autumn. Inspired by Douglas Adams' book and journey with Mark Carwardine, and with Douglas Adams' place taken by Stephen Fry.
The journey, documented in the blog, from zero to marathon had been amazing for me, and I could see the attraction in the blog. But is it quite so interesting to follow the journey of someone who has now run a full marathon, fighting the motivation to complete a far less illustrious half marathon?
Perhaps not, but I enjoy writing, and as long as just one of you is still reading (and just one of you has asked why I've stopped blogging), that's good enough for me. The challenges and goals have moved slightly, but the running is continuing. And doing this blog makes me continue!
I struggled to about a run a week - treadmill or outside. But this week the tide has turned, and Neil the runner is back, ready to tackle his half marathon. On Sunday, 6.3 miles through the villages felt good. Yesterday, 5.2 miles, including 4 at faster pace, showed me that I may be able to work on improving my time, and today 7 miles exactly at steady 12 minute pace showed me I still have the distance potential. The change in my morale, not just in running terms but in outlook generally as a result has been worth every step, as now I can see the next goal is achievable once more.
Also today, for the second time, I have had the pleasure of running with my new running partner Tash! The life cycle of this blog has gone full circle - my first follower and commenter as I struggled in Bicester to get past my first mile or two last winter has now become my co-runner as we train together towards her first ever half marathon next November! After today's run I'm convinced we're making great progress towards our respective half marathon goals.
So I will continue to blog! I'll try not to squeeze six runs into each update so there will be a bit more detail in future ... and, for you diehards who find that stuff interesting and continue to read, thank you!
And finally the blog entry title ... well allow me the luxury of keeping the title I was going to use in "retiring" the blog. My allegiance to Save the Rhino is inspired in part by the late Douglas Adams (author of said book with the same title) who devoted his conservation passions and energy to Save the Rhino.
Though my fundraising for them has now ended, if it has inspired you, do continue to follow http://www.savetherhino.org and watch the TV series "Last Chance to See" this autumn. Inspired by Douglas Adams' book and journey with Mark Carwardine, and with Douglas Adams' place taken by Stephen Fry.
Sunday, 31 May 2009
Horrible
Well, that was horrible.
Five weeks ago, euphoria. Cheered on live by a crowd of thousands, a surprising opportunity late in life to fulfil an ambition. And now? Just an overweight curly-haired bloke doing the same thing, somehow the novelty had worn off. Sweat dripping within the first minute under the intense heat and personal pressure, just a short performance and then relief at being home on the sofa with the cat.
But enough about Susan Boyle on Britain's Got Talent yesterday, how was my run? Well, it was horrible ... oh you get the picture. The London Marathon seems a long time ago now. I've blogged pretty much every run, and have only missed one since my last blog entry, which means I've just run once (May 20th) until this morning.
The facts and figures are that I ran for half an hour this morning in seering heat (making excuses already I know, but it was much hotter than Marathon day). In fact for the first time I wore my Garmin heart monitor/GPS watch thingy, so it told me I ran exactly 2.9 miles in 29 and a bit minutes. So my pace was good but I have no idea how on earth I used to run miles and miles ... though I could probably have gone a little further.
It feels I'm doing *just* enough to tell people that I haven't stopped completely, but not enough to keep up any standard for long. But as we move into June I'll pick up the training again. I have to. I've got a lot of biscuits, bhajis and Bournville to run off!
Five weeks ago, euphoria. Cheered on live by a crowd of thousands, a surprising opportunity late in life to fulfil an ambition. And now? Just an overweight curly-haired bloke doing the same thing, somehow the novelty had worn off. Sweat dripping within the first minute under the intense heat and personal pressure, just a short performance and then relief at being home on the sofa with the cat.
But enough about Susan Boyle on Britain's Got Talent yesterday, how was my run? Well, it was horrible ... oh you get the picture. The London Marathon seems a long time ago now. I've blogged pretty much every run, and have only missed one since my last blog entry, which means I've just run once (May 20th) until this morning.
The facts and figures are that I ran for half an hour this morning in seering heat (making excuses already I know, but it was much hotter than Marathon day). In fact for the first time I wore my Garmin heart monitor/GPS watch thingy, so it told me I ran exactly 2.9 miles in 29 and a bit minutes. So my pace was good but I have no idea how on earth I used to run miles and miles ... though I could probably have gone a little further.
It feels I'm doing *just* enough to tell people that I haven't stopped completely, but not enough to keep up any standard for long. But as we move into June I'll pick up the training again. I have to. I've got a lot of biscuits, bhajis and Bournville to run off!
Tuesday, 12 May 2009
From London to the City of Dreams
Well my last post this time last week was celebrating 20 minutes on the treadmill, but that remained all I have done since London. 16 days seems like such a long time, and the question posed last week - "what next?" still remains.
I was wondering at the time whether to enter the Blenheim 7K race last Sunday. As it happens, a cold put paid to that (described variously as everything from sniffles, through swine 'flu, to fullblown man-'flu ... note order of increasing seriousness). So my newfound online running friends Simon, Tash and Cristin, who were all there and had a great day, I'm sure our paths will cross another time.
Today I planned a 3.5 mile run, but was realistic enough to know it may not happen. My marathon running habits have stopped already. Yes, today I went for pasta salad at lunch, bought myself an extra 5pm sandwich, and prepared to leave work on the dot ready for my run. But when I was a marathon runner I wouldn't have had the extra 2 shortbread biscuits, slice of cake and five strong black coffees.
The run was hard work - I feel I need to learn how to run again, but reminded myself that the first mile was always the hardest. My last run on the street was down Pall Mall in front of thousands of people alongside Spongebob Squarepants. Today was Bicester ring road in front of four cows and a dead badger. In the end I decided there was no need to do the full 3.5 miles I intended, this run is just to blow away the cobwebs. So I ran for 10 minutes, turned round and ran back. Irritatingly it took 11 minutes to run back, but I'll put that down to the wind ...
Apart from getting back into running I don't have an aim now. So that's about to change - I've put in for a half marathon at the end of July in the self-styled City of Dreams. Er, Milton Keynes.
I was wondering at the time whether to enter the Blenheim 7K race last Sunday. As it happens, a cold put paid to that (described variously as everything from sniffles, through swine 'flu, to fullblown man-'flu ... note order of increasing seriousness). So my newfound online running friends Simon, Tash and Cristin, who were all there and had a great day, I'm sure our paths will cross another time.
Today I planned a 3.5 mile run, but was realistic enough to know it may not happen. My marathon running habits have stopped already. Yes, today I went for pasta salad at lunch, bought myself an extra 5pm sandwich, and prepared to leave work on the dot ready for my run. But when I was a marathon runner I wouldn't have had the extra 2 shortbread biscuits, slice of cake and five strong black coffees.
The run was hard work - I feel I need to learn how to run again, but reminded myself that the first mile was always the hardest. My last run on the street was down Pall Mall in front of thousands of people alongside Spongebob Squarepants. Today was Bicester ring road in front of four cows and a dead badger. In the end I decided there was no need to do the full 3.5 miles I intended, this run is just to blow away the cobwebs. So I ran for 10 minutes, turned round and ran back. Irritatingly it took 11 minutes to run back, but I'll put that down to the wind ...
Apart from getting back into running I don't have an aim now. So that's about to change - I've put in for a half marathon at the end of July in the self-styled City of Dreams. Er, Milton Keynes.
Tuesday, 5 May 2009
So what now?
One week and two days later, and the post-marathon glow though still with me will eventually fizzle out. The question is, what next? First of all has been the enjoyable process of indulging in all the things I put to one side during marathon training. Coffee, check. Chocolate, check. Wine, beer, check, check. Takeaways - Indian, Chinese, Burger King, all check. Pizza, che... oh hang on, I snuck a couple of those in pre-marathon so they don't count.
But that can't continue indefinitely. I started this training unfit, unable to run, and 15 stone something. I am now relatively fit, able to run in excess of 20 miles, and 12 stone something. I looked at all my marathon photos and couldn't find any of my other chins, something I am simply not used to.
I have, like most, but not all, runners I know, applied for next year's ballot. The 20% chance of getting through for next year, without the pressure of fundraising a fixed amount in difficult times, is too good an opportunity to turn down for someone who had such a good experience. And if I don't run next year, well what instead? I never had a planned time to get round, and I have no regrets at my slow time. But I do have a nagging doubt that I can get fitter still and run a little faster.
I've been made aware of a 7K run around Blenheim Palace on Sunday. Should I run that race so soon after London? Is it amazing that as someone who still can't get used to the idea of all this running I've done that I'm even considering this?
I don't have to decide on this run for a few days, and the likelihood is that I won't, given it is so soon after London. But to even consider it means I ahve to start running again.
Which is exactly what I have just done. 20+ minutes, on the treadmill, nice and easy, no ill effects at all. I could have decided never again ... but I loved it, and I'm still going!
But that can't continue indefinitely. I started this training unfit, unable to run, and 15 stone something. I am now relatively fit, able to run in excess of 20 miles, and 12 stone something. I looked at all my marathon photos and couldn't find any of my other chins, something I am simply not used to.
I have, like most, but not all, runners I know, applied for next year's ballot. The 20% chance of getting through for next year, without the pressure of fundraising a fixed amount in difficult times, is too good an opportunity to turn down for someone who had such a good experience. And if I don't run next year, well what instead? I never had a planned time to get round, and I have no regrets at my slow time. But I do have a nagging doubt that I can get fitter still and run a little faster.
I've been made aware of a 7K run around Blenheim Palace on Sunday. Should I run that race so soon after London? Is it amazing that as someone who still can't get used to the idea of all this running I've done that I'm even considering this?
I don't have to decide on this run for a few days, and the likelihood is that I won't, given it is so soon after London. But to even consider it means I ahve to start running again.
Which is exactly what I have just done. 20+ minutes, on the treadmill, nice and easy, no ill effects at all. I could have decided never again ... but I loved it, and I'm still going!
Friday, 1 May 2009
London Marathon photos and thank yous
So it's a few days after the marathon, how am I feeling? Physically absolutely fine. It doesn't seem fair, as friends are still only now starting to walk without hobbles or still nursing aches. Mentally ... still on a high. The reactions, the plaudits, the congratulations, I have loved it, and still do! The whole day was unforgettable. If there's a post-marathon blues, you'll have to wait till a later post as I haven't got there yet.
So instead, some photos from the day ...
So many people I would like to thank for getting me to the start line and beyond, to the finish line and to my ultimate achievement. Apologies in advance to anyone I've forgotten ...
First of all my family - hoping my wife Lorna wasn't too much of a running widow over the last several months, thank you for your support and for coming down on the day too! And my parents who also came to support me (at Silverstone too), and my aunt and uncle Brian and Margaret for putting up me up for the weekend and coping with a 5:30am start. And not family, but was really chuffed to see my great friends Phil and Louise travel all the way from home to London just for a few glimpses, that meant a lot too.
Then there are those who offered mutual support, encouragement and friendship as we all entered into this marathon together. e-Marathoners Phil, Ulen, Sam, Dan, James, Becca, Si, Julia, and many others. Particular mention to Phil who maintained all of this support despite dropping out himself through injury - good luck in 2010 Phil, rooting for you already!
The Save the Rhino team offered great support up to and on the day, no other runners got free bagels, Tusker beer and a massage as their reward for completion! Thanks to Laurence and the team, and the runners I knew best and supported me most in the lead up to the event: Stephanie, Jane and Emma.
Thanks to my co-runner Becki who could have got a mention in either of the above paragraphs but deserves one to herself. For her company for 13 miles of Silverstone and 13 miles of London, at my pace that's 5 hours of putting up with me and making long runs much easier - your journey has been as immense as mine in different ways, you are a good friend now, thank you!
Thanks to an offer of help that goes way way above and beyond ... to Sally who took pity on my ineptitude and became a personal trainer par excellence, knowing exactly what was needed each day to get me into shape, always so good-humoured and always there for speedy help at the end of an e-mail or tweet, she made me realise how unfocused my training was and turned me round in no time!
And thank you to my credit-crunch-busting sponsors (some who have already been mentioned) who took me to £50 a mile and beyond, I couldn't believe how many there were till counting them just now. Here goes ... Roo, Alan, Gillian, Lisa, Ann, James, Ray, Julie, Jennifer, Marie, David, Steve, Alicia, Chris, Janice, Martin, Rosy, Garj, Caroline, Joanna, David, Mike, Beatrice, Lynn, Pete, Nicola, Arpi, Sara, Sarah, Michelle, Pauline, Steve, Phil, Sue, Paul, Trev, Janet, Fi, Becki, Julia, Louise, David, Mario, Margaret, Brian, Sarah, Emma, Caroline, Janet, Leigh, Anne, Mary, Simon, David, Arjay, Kathryn, Matt, Pat, Graham, Andrew, Katie, Tash, Simon, Ben, Paul, Sally, Win, Jean, Beris, Mike, David, Sue, Steve, PH, Stuart, Cat, Annelise, Siobhan, Tanya, Gillian (again), Judy, Lynn (again), Phil, Jane, Rich, Zoe, Oli, Phil, Caroline, Anne, Louise, Lara, Mary, Hugh, Jean, Rachel, Babs, Jane, Cecile, Shirley, Jeff, Rob. Add to this the profits of a Coventry pub quiz and a Leamington Grand National sweepstakes!
And many more beyond this list have offered encouragement and good luck in messages of support. If this was the Oscars they'd be fading me out by now, so it's time to sign off and tuck into a Tusker beer courtesy of Save the Rhino!
So instead, some photos from the day ...
 Before the start, suncream glistening |
 At 19 miles |
 Just 800 yards to go ... |
 Tired and proud |
So many people I would like to thank for getting me to the start line and beyond, to the finish line and to my ultimate achievement. Apologies in advance to anyone I've forgotten ...
First of all my family - hoping my wife Lorna wasn't too much of a running widow over the last several months, thank you for your support and for coming down on the day too! And my parents who also came to support me (at Silverstone too), and my aunt and uncle Brian and Margaret for putting up me up for the weekend and coping with a 5:30am start. And not family, but was really chuffed to see my great friends Phil and Louise travel all the way from home to London just for a few glimpses, that meant a lot too.
Then there are those who offered mutual support, encouragement and friendship as we all entered into this marathon together. e-Marathoners Phil, Ulen, Sam, Dan, James, Becca, Si, Julia, and many others. Particular mention to Phil who maintained all of this support despite dropping out himself through injury - good luck in 2010 Phil, rooting for you already!
The Save the Rhino team offered great support up to and on the day, no other runners got free bagels, Tusker beer and a massage as their reward for completion! Thanks to Laurence and the team, and the runners I knew best and supported me most in the lead up to the event: Stephanie, Jane and Emma.
Thanks to my co-runner Becki who could have got a mention in either of the above paragraphs but deserves one to herself. For her company for 13 miles of Silverstone and 13 miles of London, at my pace that's 5 hours of putting up with me and making long runs much easier - your journey has been as immense as mine in different ways, you are a good friend now, thank you!
Thanks to an offer of help that goes way way above and beyond ... to Sally who took pity on my ineptitude and became a personal trainer par excellence, knowing exactly what was needed each day to get me into shape, always so good-humoured and always there for speedy help at the end of an e-mail or tweet, she made me realise how unfocused my training was and turned me round in no time!
And thank you to my credit-crunch-busting sponsors (some who have already been mentioned) who took me to £50 a mile and beyond, I couldn't believe how many there were till counting them just now. Here goes ... Roo, Alan, Gillian, Lisa, Ann, James, Ray, Julie, Jennifer, Marie, David, Steve, Alicia, Chris, Janice, Martin, Rosy, Garj, Caroline, Joanna, David, Mike, Beatrice, Lynn, Pete, Nicola, Arpi, Sara, Sarah, Michelle, Pauline, Steve, Phil, Sue, Paul, Trev, Janet, Fi, Becki, Julia, Louise, David, Mario, Margaret, Brian, Sarah, Emma, Caroline, Janet, Leigh, Anne, Mary, Simon, David, Arjay, Kathryn, Matt, Pat, Graham, Andrew, Katie, Tash, Simon, Ben, Paul, Sally, Win, Jean, Beris, Mike, David, Sue, Steve, PH, Stuart, Cat, Annelise, Siobhan, Tanya, Gillian (again), Judy, Lynn (again), Phil, Jane, Rich, Zoe, Oli, Phil, Caroline, Anne, Louise, Lara, Mary, Hugh, Jean, Rachel, Babs, Jane, Cecile, Shirley, Jeff, Rob. Add to this the profits of a Coventry pub quiz and a Leamington Grand National sweepstakes!
And many more beyond this list have offered encouragement and good luck in messages of support. If this was the Oscars they'd be fading me out by now, so it's time to sign off and tuck into a Tusker beer courtesy of Save the Rhino!
Monday, 27 April 2009
The London Marathon
Yesterday, I completed the London Marathon. I'm just going to leave that sentence hanging there for a moment as it's something I never thought I'd say.
The day started with a 5:30 alarm call after just a couple of hours sleep - over-excitement (or nerves) saw to that, but I managed to haul myself onto a train from my uncle's base in Surrey and make it to the start area in good time. The first thing that was clear was that one of the weather forecasts was right and all the others were wrong - the one that said it would start sunny and stay sunny all day! Thankfully one of my fello rhino runners had sunscreen, and I loaded myself up with my carb gels in the belt, and had everything I needed to get started, despite being described by a fellow runner as looking like a suicide bomber ...
Lining up at the start was quite an experience - I was right at the back with many of the more comic outfits - the fourteen foot nurse, the rhinos in full kit and the Spana donkeys to name a few. The most elaborate and difficult costumes drew standing ovations from the crowds as they funnelled in to the back. And once we were of ... well, nothing. Several minutes of slow walking to the front - the familiar sight they show on TV every year of the crowd funnelling to the park gates with openings in the brick wall, this year was no different, except it had me in it.
I crossed the start line at 10:08 so made the mental note to take 23 minutes off split times each time I saw a clock, and cursing myself for not crossing with more of a round number to calculate! Running again with fellow rhino runner Becki who kept me company at Silverstone, I was pleased that the first mile or two was unlike my usual long runs, inasmuch as I didn't have the usual discomfort or worrying about pace/stitch, I seemed to settle in just fine. I knew I was slow but obviously didn't care at this point.
Right from the start, crowds cheer you on, and there wasn't a single "Come on, Neil" for the full 26 miles that didn't sound genuine, or make me smile, even if later on it would seem like a grimace! Or more general shouts of "Save the Rhino" were just as well appreciated. Kids lined up on the kerbs, holding out hands for a high-five (or more accurately a low-five) - the highlight was a very cute little black kid who let out an "Ehhh" just after I tapped his palm that sounded more like the Fonz than a little London 6 year old!
Always there were landmarks to look out for, with apologies in advance for geographical inaccuracies ... Obviously first of all was every mile-marker and 5-km marker, but more specific ones inclueded the joining with the green/blue starts at 3 miles (a little anti-climax since most runners had passed - the blue start takes much less time than 23 minutes to funnel out to the start as I found out today rewatching the coverage).
Cutty Sark was at six miles, where still high on the buzz of the occasion I made a complete idiot of myself. Seeing Matt Baker, former Blue Peter presenter and now part of BBC Sport, at roadside with a microphone scanning for potential interviewees, I shouted something along the lines of "Ooh, famous person who used to be on Blue Peter" at him as I went past. His fixed smile was a picture, and if there were security marshalls there I would probably have been carted off! Any other time I would never have said that, or would have been horribly embarrassed, but somehow this time it didn't really matter.
Further landmarks included meeting other people - Becki's father was expected somewhere between 7 and 8 miles to hand out jellybeans, check. My family were cheering at the first time in Bermondsey, either between 10 and 11 or 11 and 12 miles (was only my memory which meant I couldn't remember, not my family's indecision), and so that gave me a focus for those two miles. Crowds throughout were amazing, something which I will probably repeat, but they particularly picked up round here, and true enough I saw my parents, aunt and wife in the crowd, finding time to run to the side of the road and plant a big kiss on my rather embarrassed wife and disappointed mother (sorry, only time for one!)
Other constants were the other runners, particularly those easy to spot. Throughout, a batman runner continually overtook me, with great cheers from the crowds. He would then fall back as he continually ran faster than me but then walked. But every time you were near a popular costume the crowds would be that much louder. At ten miles, a case of deja-vu as the six-man sausage dog from Hearing Dogs split between Becki and myself and overtook us. Why deja-vu? They did exactly that at Silverstone and can be seen in my photos on the finish line!
Soon after this was the biggest cheer of the day, up at the twelve mile marker, the crowds were cheering manically. Peter and Katie, aka Jordan and the bloke from I'm a Celebrity, judging by the crowd's banners, definitely the most popular competitors of the day, were running. I resisted the temptation to do a Matt Baker, and subtly ran on past them. It felt odd being a bit smug at overtaking Jordan and Peter but it was definitely one to remember.
Twelve and a bit miles and the landmark of Tower Bridge. At this point Becki mentioned to me that at thirteen miles she would have to walk for a bit. We'd agreed that if one of us had to walk then the other would carry on, as we don't want to hold each other up, so as we continued past Tower Bridge and the halfway stage, Becki and I parted. My spirits were high but aspirations realistic, I knew there was always a chance I would be walking sooner or later and she would catch up. Despite my enjoyment of the race and the highs from the occasion, there was no escaping the fact that the day was hot.
I think from about 14 to 16 miles the race got difficult. As the route winded away from the crowds through some of the smaller back streets, it was difficult to pick your way through the crowd of runners. Quite a few people were walking by now. I thought I was relatively strong, but was having to do quite a bit of weaving from left to right to get past walkers, cursing them inwardly as I did so. But I was becoming more drained myself, and as I emerged from the tunnel between 15 and 16 miles and reached the 16 mile marker, I started to walk, becoming one of the workers that I was previously cursing.
I tried not to beat myself up about it. My first goal was to run the whole way, but I always knew 26 miles was a long way that might need me to walk some of it - let's face it, I'm an unfit 36 year old doing my first exercise. While the roads and running were difficult I told myself I'd be in with a better chance of running the latter stages if I walked here. A lot of the runners were at this point. I've blogged before about how difficult I find it to start running again once I start to walk, so I did try a stint of running soon afterwards, but only for half a mile or so.
At 19 miles I saw my family again, and also our best friends who had made the journey up to London to watch. On seeing them I broke into a run (it seems I might have got away with it!) and was spurred on for another short stint. I did feel quite low at this point - I had no aches, strains or injuries, just the feeling that 26.2 miles was a bit beyond me. The flippant part of me was wondering how I'd write up my blog, should I change it to "Walking for Rhinos"? At one point I was overtaken by a man with an ironing board on his back. He then stopped ahead of me at a particularly eager gallery, put said ironing board on the floor, set it up and proceded to to some ironing ... Extreme Ironing I believe!
But the crowds by this point had changed. Through 17-18 miles or so they were small, and didn't offer so much encouragement apart from sympathy to those of us walking. But at 20 miles and beyond, they were so vocal, however difficult we were finding it. I'd determined to run the last 5 milesand as I passed the 21 mile mark, a quick calculation told me that if I could do 12 minute miles for the last 5 miles, I could still land a time better than 5:40, which would not be too bad at all for a first marathon of a non-exerciser on a very hot day.
Now as I started to run again I felt like an absolute superhero. The crowds spotted me as the runner among a sea of walkers, and I heard my name shouted again and again. They loved me! Or in my mind, they did. I was going to finish strong, and was feeling better about myself, and the day. Yes, I walked one more time as we approached the final underpass (between miles 23 and 24 I think). I chatted to a Superman who was worried he'd hit some Kryptonite (a pre-preapared gag I'm sure) but was desperate to finish well. Other guys too chatted as we walked and all gave each other great encouragement. One woman as we emerged from the tunnel told me off for being distracted by belly dancers on the pavement by the Thames (which I was), but when I tried to encourage her to run with me for the final couple of miles she didn't have the strength. I hope she finished OK. I had also been a bit disenhartened by a dismemberd Spongebob and concerned-looking Squidward at the entrance to the underpass, but hoped they were just answering a call of nature and nothing more.
The last couple of miles were lovely, just as you imagine while watching. As I ran, I picked my way through the stragglers who were walking (yes, I was a fraud because I'd already done my walking), and took the cheers of the crowd. The crowds were huge here, and I fully admit few were cheering at me, but at the emerging Spongebob Squarepants and friend from the tunnel, but I didn't mind that, as I was able to steal a bit of their crowd love to lift me for the last couple of miles. I passed my Superman friend again who really had ground to a halt, so close to the end. I tried to encourage him and I hope he finished, but I had my own battle to win now. Big Ben, Birdcage Walk, Horseguards parade, all safely negotiated, and I crossed the line with the clock saying 6:02 (which was of course readjusted down 23 minutes to 5:39).
I found myself thinking that I hoped my family had made it to the last mile to cheer me on, as the crowds here were phenomenal. I looked occasionally but had head down in an effort to make it to the end. It turned out they were there after all at the 800yard mark, but I didn't see them. But I'd been delighted to see them twice during the day.
I wish I'd run more and not walked, but my first goal was to run the whole thing, and if I couldn't do that, my secondary goal was to finish, enjoy the day, and complete with walking if I had to. My secondray goal was therefore achieved. Maybe my first goal will be achieved next year? That remains to be seen! I felt down, like I'd failed somewhat while I was walking at 16 miles, but my spirits were so much higher on finishing and I do still really feel proud of what I'd done. So much so that several hours of today, Monday morning, had been spent replying to good luck and congratulatory messages. I do feel like I really have done something quite amazing this weekend.
The day started with a 5:30 alarm call after just a couple of hours sleep - over-excitement (or nerves) saw to that, but I managed to haul myself onto a train from my uncle's base in Surrey and make it to the start area in good time. The first thing that was clear was that one of the weather forecasts was right and all the others were wrong - the one that said it would start sunny and stay sunny all day! Thankfully one of my fello rhino runners had sunscreen, and I loaded myself up with my carb gels in the belt, and had everything I needed to get started, despite being described by a fellow runner as looking like a suicide bomber ...
Lining up at the start was quite an experience - I was right at the back with many of the more comic outfits - the fourteen foot nurse, the rhinos in full kit and the Spana donkeys to name a few. The most elaborate and difficult costumes drew standing ovations from the crowds as they funnelled in to the back. And once we were of ... well, nothing. Several minutes of slow walking to the front - the familiar sight they show on TV every year of the crowd funnelling to the park gates with openings in the brick wall, this year was no different, except it had me in it.
I crossed the start line at 10:08 so made the mental note to take 23 minutes off split times each time I saw a clock, and cursing myself for not crossing with more of a round number to calculate! Running again with fellow rhino runner Becki who kept me company at Silverstone, I was pleased that the first mile or two was unlike my usual long runs, inasmuch as I didn't have the usual discomfort or worrying about pace/stitch, I seemed to settle in just fine. I knew I was slow but obviously didn't care at this point.
Right from the start, crowds cheer you on, and there wasn't a single "Come on, Neil" for the full 26 miles that didn't sound genuine, or make me smile, even if later on it would seem like a grimace! Or more general shouts of "Save the Rhino" were just as well appreciated. Kids lined up on the kerbs, holding out hands for a high-five (or more accurately a low-five) - the highlight was a very cute little black kid who let out an "Ehhh" just after I tapped his palm that sounded more like the Fonz than a little London 6 year old!
Always there were landmarks to look out for, with apologies in advance for geographical inaccuracies ... Obviously first of all was every mile-marker and 5-km marker, but more specific ones inclueded the joining with the green/blue starts at 3 miles (a little anti-climax since most runners had passed - the blue start takes much less time than 23 minutes to funnel out to the start as I found out today rewatching the coverage).
Cutty Sark was at six miles, where still high on the buzz of the occasion I made a complete idiot of myself. Seeing Matt Baker, former Blue Peter presenter and now part of BBC Sport, at roadside with a microphone scanning for potential interviewees, I shouted something along the lines of "Ooh, famous person who used to be on Blue Peter" at him as I went past. His fixed smile was a picture, and if there were security marshalls there I would probably have been carted off! Any other time I would never have said that, or would have been horribly embarrassed, but somehow this time it didn't really matter.
Further landmarks included meeting other people - Becki's father was expected somewhere between 7 and 8 miles to hand out jellybeans, check. My family were cheering at the first time in Bermondsey, either between 10 and 11 or 11 and 12 miles (was only my memory which meant I couldn't remember, not my family's indecision), and so that gave me a focus for those two miles. Crowds throughout were amazing, something which I will probably repeat, but they particularly picked up round here, and true enough I saw my parents, aunt and wife in the crowd, finding time to run to the side of the road and plant a big kiss on my rather embarrassed wife and disappointed mother (sorry, only time for one!)
Other constants were the other runners, particularly those easy to spot. Throughout, a batman runner continually overtook me, with great cheers from the crowds. He would then fall back as he continually ran faster than me but then walked. But every time you were near a popular costume the crowds would be that much louder. At ten miles, a case of deja-vu as the six-man sausage dog from Hearing Dogs split between Becki and myself and overtook us. Why deja-vu? They did exactly that at Silverstone and can be seen in my photos on the finish line!
Soon after this was the biggest cheer of the day, up at the twelve mile marker, the crowds were cheering manically. Peter and Katie, aka Jordan and the bloke from I'm a Celebrity, judging by the crowd's banners, definitely the most popular competitors of the day, were running. I resisted the temptation to do a Matt Baker, and subtly ran on past them. It felt odd being a bit smug at overtaking Jordan and Peter but it was definitely one to remember.
Twelve and a bit miles and the landmark of Tower Bridge. At this point Becki mentioned to me that at thirteen miles she would have to walk for a bit. We'd agreed that if one of us had to walk then the other would carry on, as we don't want to hold each other up, so as we continued past Tower Bridge and the halfway stage, Becki and I parted. My spirits were high but aspirations realistic, I knew there was always a chance I would be walking sooner or later and she would catch up. Despite my enjoyment of the race and the highs from the occasion, there was no escaping the fact that the day was hot.
I think from about 14 to 16 miles the race got difficult. As the route winded away from the crowds through some of the smaller back streets, it was difficult to pick your way through the crowd of runners. Quite a few people were walking by now. I thought I was relatively strong, but was having to do quite a bit of weaving from left to right to get past walkers, cursing them inwardly as I did so. But I was becoming more drained myself, and as I emerged from the tunnel between 15 and 16 miles and reached the 16 mile marker, I started to walk, becoming one of the workers that I was previously cursing.
I tried not to beat myself up about it. My first goal was to run the whole way, but I always knew 26 miles was a long way that might need me to walk some of it - let's face it, I'm an unfit 36 year old doing my first exercise. While the roads and running were difficult I told myself I'd be in with a better chance of running the latter stages if I walked here. A lot of the runners were at this point. I've blogged before about how difficult I find it to start running again once I start to walk, so I did try a stint of running soon afterwards, but only for half a mile or so.
At 19 miles I saw my family again, and also our best friends who had made the journey up to London to watch. On seeing them I broke into a run (it seems I might have got away with it!) and was spurred on for another short stint. I did feel quite low at this point - I had no aches, strains or injuries, just the feeling that 26.2 miles was a bit beyond me. The flippant part of me was wondering how I'd write up my blog, should I change it to "Walking for Rhinos"? At one point I was overtaken by a man with an ironing board on his back. He then stopped ahead of me at a particularly eager gallery, put said ironing board on the floor, set it up and proceded to to some ironing ... Extreme Ironing I believe!
But the crowds by this point had changed. Through 17-18 miles or so they were small, and didn't offer so much encouragement apart from sympathy to those of us walking. But at 20 miles and beyond, they were so vocal, however difficult we were finding it. I'd determined to run the last 5 milesand as I passed the 21 mile mark, a quick calculation told me that if I could do 12 minute miles for the last 5 miles, I could still land a time better than 5:40, which would not be too bad at all for a first marathon of a non-exerciser on a very hot day.
Now as I started to run again I felt like an absolute superhero. The crowds spotted me as the runner among a sea of walkers, and I heard my name shouted again and again. They loved me! Or in my mind, they did. I was going to finish strong, and was feeling better about myself, and the day. Yes, I walked one more time as we approached the final underpass (between miles 23 and 24 I think). I chatted to a Superman who was worried he'd hit some Kryptonite (a pre-preapared gag I'm sure) but was desperate to finish well. Other guys too chatted as we walked and all gave each other great encouragement. One woman as we emerged from the tunnel told me off for being distracted by belly dancers on the pavement by the Thames (which I was), but when I tried to encourage her to run with me for the final couple of miles she didn't have the strength. I hope she finished OK. I had also been a bit disenhartened by a dismemberd Spongebob and concerned-looking Squidward at the entrance to the underpass, but hoped they were just answering a call of nature and nothing more.
The last couple of miles were lovely, just as you imagine while watching. As I ran, I picked my way through the stragglers who were walking (yes, I was a fraud because I'd already done my walking), and took the cheers of the crowd. The crowds were huge here, and I fully admit few were cheering at me, but at the emerging Spongebob Squarepants and friend from the tunnel, but I didn't mind that, as I was able to steal a bit of their crowd love to lift me for the last couple of miles. I passed my Superman friend again who really had ground to a halt, so close to the end. I tried to encourage him and I hope he finished, but I had my own battle to win now. Big Ben, Birdcage Walk, Horseguards parade, all safely negotiated, and I crossed the line with the clock saying 6:02 (which was of course readjusted down 23 minutes to 5:39).
I found myself thinking that I hoped my family had made it to the last mile to cheer me on, as the crowds here were phenomenal. I looked occasionally but had head down in an effort to make it to the end. It turned out they were there after all at the 800yard mark, but I didn't see them. But I'd been delighted to see them twice during the day.
I wish I'd run more and not walked, but my first goal was to run the whole thing, and if I couldn't do that, my secondary goal was to finish, enjoy the day, and complete with walking if I had to. My secondray goal was therefore achieved. Maybe my first goal will be achieved next year? That remains to be seen! I felt down, like I'd failed somewhat while I was walking at 16 miles, but my spirits were so much higher on finishing and I do still really feel proud of what I'd done. So much so that several hours of today, Monday morning, had been spent replying to good luck and congratulatory messages. I do feel like I really have done something quite amazing this weekend.
Thursday, 23 April 2009
Goodbye Bicester, Hello London
Last night I ran my last run before the marathon. Half an hour steady - I don't even remember it, other than the fact I don't have any routes that take exactly half an hour, so I just ran 15 minutes round the ring road, turned round and ran back again. To my mild delight, it took exactly 15 minutes to run back as well, perhaps I'm finally getting the knack of pacing myself ...
Of course all my thoughts were consumed with London on Sunday. I've even banished Shania Twain from being the annoying song that pops into my head when running, this time it was the BBC's London Marathon theme tune resounding in my mind as I trundled the Bicester streets for the last time.
I might run again after the marathon, I might not - I have no idea what is going to happen in my life from Monday onwards. I still don't enjoy these runs, but I am enjoying the encouragement, the cameraderie, and the fact that so many people are following my efforts with genuine enthusiasm and respect for what I've done. I am weighed down with tips and advice from fellow runners, all of it very much appreciated. I am exactly the type of person who needs them - everything is brand new to me.
I do feel like a fish out of water - even going to a sports shop in Leamington Spa yesterday to pick up 8 more carb gels, I just don't feel like I belong in a sports shop, and look lost once I open the door. The assistant apologised that they were running low, that so many people were running the Stratford half marathon this weekend. I tried to feel smug when I replied "Actually, I'm running London" but I don't know if that feeling is there yet.
This afternoon I'm getting on the train to London to go to the Expo event, chiefly to pick up my number and chip for my shoe. There will be thousands of runners and dozens of running-related stalls. I'm really hoping to feel part of it, rather than out of place - and hoping that this is when it will hit home what I'm going to do.
In my mind I'm still the fat kid who finished 96th out of 96 in compulsory cross-country at school 24 years ago. On Sunday we'll say goodbye to that kid for good.*
It's been eight and half months in training. Eight and a half months ago I had a training plan that involved running for two minutes on and two minutes off. I couldn't run for two minutes, so I started at one. Those one minute sessions on the treadmill killed me more than a lazy seven mile run twice round the block does now. So even if Sunday ends in disappointment my journey has been incredible, though I say so myself.
108 blog posts, which have been at roughly one post per run, suggest that I have done over a hundred training runs, not to mention one half-marathon for this. The temptation to add up my total number of runs, miles and minutes is there, but maybe another time. Easier just to think I now have just 26.2 miles, 5 and a bit hours, and one run to go. Somebody is looking down on me, as I have had nothing more than a bit of mild tendonitis and sore nipples to show for it - no blisters, strains, twists, aches, tears or injuries at all. Perhaps it's the fact that I have looked after my body for 36 years by not subjecting it to any exercise? Up to me now to take advantage of that luck, get myself to the start line, and then tell you all about my triumph on Monday!
Of course all my thoughts were consumed with London on Sunday. I've even banished Shania Twain from being the annoying song that pops into my head when running, this time it was the BBC's London Marathon theme tune resounding in my mind as I trundled the Bicester streets for the last time.
I might run again after the marathon, I might not - I have no idea what is going to happen in my life from Monday onwards. I still don't enjoy these runs, but I am enjoying the encouragement, the cameraderie, and the fact that so many people are following my efforts with genuine enthusiasm and respect for what I've done. I am weighed down with tips and advice from fellow runners, all of it very much appreciated. I am exactly the type of person who needs them - everything is brand new to me.
I do feel like a fish out of water - even going to a sports shop in Leamington Spa yesterday to pick up 8 more carb gels, I just don't feel like I belong in a sports shop, and look lost once I open the door. The assistant apologised that they were running low, that so many people were running the Stratford half marathon this weekend. I tried to feel smug when I replied "Actually, I'm running London" but I don't know if that feeling is there yet.
This afternoon I'm getting on the train to London to go to the Expo event, chiefly to pick up my number and chip for my shoe. There will be thousands of runners and dozens of running-related stalls. I'm really hoping to feel part of it, rather than out of place - and hoping that this is when it will hit home what I'm going to do.
In my mind I'm still the fat kid who finished 96th out of 96 in compulsory cross-country at school 24 years ago. On Sunday we'll say goodbye to that kid for good.*
It's been eight and half months in training. Eight and a half months ago I had a training plan that involved running for two minutes on and two minutes off. I couldn't run for two minutes, so I started at one. Those one minute sessions on the treadmill killed me more than a lazy seven mile run twice round the block does now. So even if Sunday ends in disappointment my journey has been incredible, though I say so myself.
108 blog posts, which have been at roughly one post per run, suggest that I have done over a hundred training runs, not to mention one half-marathon for this. The temptation to add up my total number of runs, miles and minutes is there, but maybe another time. Easier just to think I now have just 26.2 miles, 5 and a bit hours, and one run to go. Somebody is looking down on me, as I have had nothing more than a bit of mild tendonitis and sore nipples to show for it - no blisters, strains, twists, aches, tears or injuries at all. Perhaps it's the fact that I have looked after my body for 36 years by not subjecting it to any exercise? Up to me now to take advantage of that luck, get myself to the start line, and then tell you all about my triumph on Monday!
To all of you that have been reading - thank you!
Neil
Tuesday, 21 April 2009
Five days to go - thoughts on the journey so far
Let's start with today's run first. Threshold running - my last one, and I'm glad not to have to do that again. When I say that, I am implying I have no intention of running after the London Marathon ... well, that may or may not be true, but the simple fact is that most of my training, indeed my recent life, has been mapped up to April 26th 2009 and not beyond!
A warm-up run, followed by five two minute stints with one minute rests was my mission, and it was just about completed. The stints were all over the place as I'm a rubbish judge of time and it was too dark to see my watch (this run took place from 9pm - 9:30pm) but I was at least able to approximate my mission, and the threshold run was done.
As with many fellow runners, my mind is now on Sunday pretty much all of the time. I started the week quite down and apprehensive - the marathon seems so daunting, and I find it hard to see myself as a "runner". But there is a good community of support among all of us runners who twitter, blog and otherwise interact online, all with different backgrounds, stories and challenges - the majority are genuinely optimistic and excited and it's starting to rub off on me. Or at least I think it is ...
For a start, there is a certain tune for inspiration - http://tinyurl.com/dj2rt3
And the idea, from those who know, that it will be the most amazing day - the crowds really will lift us, the atmosphere really will be incredible, and the accomplishment really will be the best thing we've ever done.
And finally, a huge thank you - a fantastic 24 hours or so of fundraising has seen me smash through my £1000 target for Save the Rhino. It's a huge weight off my mind and a real incentive to focus solely on the big day now. Though the fundraising must continue, and I urge anyone still yet to sponsor me who would like to to go to my justgiving page at http://www.justgiving.com/neilrichards1
My most recent and generous sponsors have followed this blog from the start, encouraged me since the days I could barely run, and described me as an inspiration. That backing has really given me the final belief I need to complete the course on Sunday before. I've never been described as an inspiration before, and if I have been, it's more likely to have been of an academic nature. If I've ever been an inspiration in a competitive way, it's likely to have involved no more physical exertion than shuffling pieces around a chessboard. To be an inspiration for a physical feat - well, that's a first for me and something I'm proud of. I suspect, and hope, that I fall into the category of "If I can do it, anyone can do it". And, I can.
A warm-up run, followed by five two minute stints with one minute rests was my mission, and it was just about completed. The stints were all over the place as I'm a rubbish judge of time and it was too dark to see my watch (this run took place from 9pm - 9:30pm) but I was at least able to approximate my mission, and the threshold run was done.
As with many fellow runners, my mind is now on Sunday pretty much all of the time. I started the week quite down and apprehensive - the marathon seems so daunting, and I find it hard to see myself as a "runner". But there is a good community of support among all of us runners who twitter, blog and otherwise interact online, all with different backgrounds, stories and challenges - the majority are genuinely optimistic and excited and it's starting to rub off on me. Or at least I think it is ...
For a start, there is a certain tune for inspiration - http://tinyurl.com/dj2rt3
And the idea, from those who know, that it will be the most amazing day - the crowds really will lift us, the atmosphere really will be incredible, and the accomplishment really will be the best thing we've ever done.
And finally, a huge thank you - a fantastic 24 hours or so of fundraising has seen me smash through my £1000 target for Save the Rhino. It's a huge weight off my mind and a real incentive to focus solely on the big day now. Though the fundraising must continue, and I urge anyone still yet to sponsor me who would like to to go to my justgiving page at http://www.justgiving.com/neilrichards1
My most recent and generous sponsors have followed this blog from the start, encouraged me since the days I could barely run, and described me as an inspiration. That backing has really given me the final belief I need to complete the course on Sunday before. I've never been described as an inspiration before, and if I have been, it's more likely to have been of an academic nature. If I've ever been an inspiration in a competitive way, it's likely to have involved no more physical exertion than shuffling pieces around a chessboard. To be an inspiration for a physical feat - well, that's a first for me and something I'm proud of. I suspect, and hope, that I fall into the category of "If I can do it, anyone can do it". And, I can.
Sunday, 19 April 2009
One more week
A one hour run today at relaxed steady pace. The more I taper the more sluggish I feel and the more I think too much about next week's marathon.
Today was a hot sunny day so I set off at five o'clock - even at 5pm it felt hot and a bit uncomfortable - to be honest for two or three miles I really didn't enjoy this run. I was never going to pull up and walk, but I really still don't feel like a runner, more like an ordinary guy who is unnaturally trying to run.
But the last couple of miles were in the shade and they were fine. Just as I was expecting to struggle on and blog how much I didn't enjoy it, it all felt a little easier. It turns out that I covered about 5.3 miles and I actually completed it in about 57 minutes. At a smidgen quicker than eleven minute mile pace I've gone a little faster than I could have done, so am quite happy with that.
I have to remember that the first mile or two is always tricky - though next week at the marathon I doubt I will even notice. In the meantime I am stashing up on vitamin C and hay fever medication and hoping to get through the week in one piece ...
Today was a hot sunny day so I set off at five o'clock - even at 5pm it felt hot and a bit uncomfortable - to be honest for two or three miles I really didn't enjoy this run. I was never going to pull up and walk, but I really still don't feel like a runner, more like an ordinary guy who is unnaturally trying to run.
But the last couple of miles were in the shade and they were fine. Just as I was expecting to struggle on and blog how much I didn't enjoy it, it all felt a little easier. It turns out that I covered about 5.3 miles and I actually completed it in about 57 minutes. At a smidgen quicker than eleven minute mile pace I've gone a little faster than I could have done, so am quite happy with that.
I have to remember that the first mile or two is always tricky - though next week at the marathon I doubt I will even notice. In the meantime I am stashing up on vitamin C and hay fever medication and hoping to get through the week in one piece ...
Saturday, 18 April 2009
Eight days to go
Training continues - long runs are shorter but intermediate sessions continue. Thursday (which I forgot to blog about ...) was scheduled to be one hour, but a long day and heavy rain meant I postponed my run to late night on the treadmill on a small incline.
Everything still feels fine, even though I can't imagine where the twenty-six miles is going to come from. I ran for what seems like the longest 40 minutes of my life, and called it a day there - the paranoia and difficult motivation (and lateness in the day) meant that was more than enough.
And on to today - threshold runs of 5 minutes repeated 4 times, successfully negotiated. These days there's less to talk about in the runs themselves and more about my thoughts on the marathon itself. But I'll keep it short and simple - I'm terrified and just want to get on with it now!
Everything still feels fine, even though I can't imagine where the twenty-six miles is going to come from. I ran for what seems like the longest 40 minutes of my life, and called it a day there - the paranoia and difficult motivation (and lateness in the day) meant that was more than enough.
And on to today - threshold runs of 5 minutes repeated 4 times, successfully negotiated. These days there's less to talk about in the runs themselves and more about my thoughts on the marathon itself. But I'll keep it short and simple - I'm terrified and just want to get on with it now!
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