The Edinburgh Marathon. Why?

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , on May 29, 2014 by pacepusher

Desperation, desire, greed, disappointment, commitment, camaraderie, hope, or even panic. Why did I enter the Edinburgh Marathon, and is that why it went wrong?

The obvious choice from the short-listed words above is ‘disappointment’. For 12 weeks I had trained with the commitment and dedication that most would consider wasted on running. I missed 2 sessions – because I was kept in hospital overnight on a Friday and banned from running until the Monday – and at times I did more mileage than the training plan requested. I lined up for the Manchester Marathon in the shape of my life – only to fail in my attempt at a sub 3 hour time. I’ve blogged about the race, the struggle and the disappointment. I have also spoken of fist pumping the air in delight as I crossed the finish line having set a new PB after one hell of a battle. Disappointment. No, that was’t it.

I guess similarly, it wasn’t desperation. That was only really my first proper attempt at a sub 3 – I didn’t really believe it was achievable before Loch Ness last year and 3:05:25 was probably better than I was capable of on paper! It’s not like Edinburgh bought me one last chance.

Camaraderie? Well, the fact that my finish time in Manchester opened the door for me to enter Edinburgh as a ‘good for age’ participant was highlighted to me by good friend and club mate, Metronome Dave (or Disco Dave if you prefer!) I had not even thought about it until I received his message whilst enjoying a beer the evening after completing Manchester. I was sore and tired and not ready to think about it, but my entry would have to be made by 1700 the following day.

Once it was evident that another good friend and club mate, Jason (who needs a blog nickname) could also run, and that the Metronome himself would enter as our pacer for a sub 3, I came round to the idea. Before breakfast the next morning I had entered. ‘Camaraderie’, it would seem, could be the culprit. The truth is though, I had decided I would run it, and entered, before either of the other two had confirmed.

Did I panic? The fact that I had a little over 24 hours to decide on entry meant I failed to heed the advice of Olympic Athlete Frank Shorter. Basically, forget your last marathon before you try another. I didn’t panic, but I did have to make a pretty rapid decision. No, I can’t blame the lads, and I don’t think it was a race entered in panic. I had the Yorkshire Marathon in October lined up already, but I certainly hadn’t forgotten Manchester yet!

Desire, commitment and hope. Undoubtably these were all contributing factors. I’d already demonstrated my commitment towards the sub 3 goal in my training for Manchester, but the desire was more apparent in the race itself. Some of you may have heard my quote read out on the brilliant podcast ‘Marathon Talk’. In response to the question “what have you learnt from your Spring Marathon?”, I answered, “that every Marathon is a fight and that the referee is not always in your corner.” Only my desire for sub 3 got me through that race, and I guess I had hope when I entered, that Edinburgh would bring me that sub 3 time I so desire.

The truth is, however, that I entered that race out of greed. I felt almost as though I deserved a sub 3 and that Edinburgh would provide it off the back of the hard training I had already completed. The marathon should never be undertaken lightly and neither should your recovery time afterwards. Struggling through several niggles, I continued to train after Manchester. Racing a relay leg of the Highland Fling 3 weeks after the race, and then the Leeds Half Marathon two weeks after that, was probably too much. Running the Monklands Half Marathon the following week (the week before Edinburgh) was bloody stupid – even if I did run it ‘relatively’ easily. My body was not marathon fit when I stood on the start line in Edinburgh.

Further more, Edinburgh was never on my – already busy – race schedule for the year. A schedule that already contained two marathons. Adding a third was greedy and I got what I deserved. I blew up 8 miles in and suffered a long, slow, painful run to the finish.

In Charlie Spedding’s autobiography, he discusses choosing an animal to compare himself to in his running life (there’s more to it than that, but read the book, it’s excellent). He doesn’t choose a cheetah or a gazelle. He chooses, wait for it… a caterpillar.

At first I was baffled, but as he explained his thinking I began to see myself in the same light. Spedding (perhaps not as naturally gifted as his rivals but always willing to work hard in training) viewed the creature as living it’s life for that one moment. That moment when it would shine and be the best it could be. The moment it became a beautiful butterfly.

Transfer this to your running. You choose a race. You choose a target time. You choose a training plan. You, ultimately, choose a moment in your life when you will be that butterfly! On race day you will perform better than you are capable of doing in training because as the caterpillar, you worked for, and gave everything for, this one moment of glory. Spedding states that his performances in non-key races were usually comparatively poor.

Edinburgh was not my day to become a butterfly. It was not a key race. It was a greedy attempt at achieving my target without the long period of pre-race build up which allows you to perform often beyond your own expectations.

Still, as Edinburgh are refusing to make the results public, please congratulate me on my time of 2:41:26 next time you see me!

Am I Obsessed?

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , on April 16, 2014 by pacepusher

The fact that I am writing this by the pool during a week’s holiday in Mallorca perhaps answers the question above. Indeed, the fact that I blog about running at all is maybe evidence enough. However, my fear that I may be obsessed about running goes far deeper than this.

As I said, I am on Holiday… “Did you pack this case yourself, Sir?” Of course I did, that’s why it’s two thirds full of carefully selected running clothing in a range of colours (with matching accessories – what?) and a pair of running shoes. “Just one pair of running shoes?” I hear you cry. Well, I was of course wearing the second pair – not to mention the fact that I was carrying additional running kit in my hand luggage – just in case my suitcase was lost during the relatively simple passage across Europe. Not a change of normal clothes. Running kit!

Of course my reading material is all running related, Charlie Spedding’s autobiography, The Perfect Distance (Ovett & Coe’s rivalry) and Phil Hewitt’s The Highs & Lows of a Marathon Addict. The latter of which I finished yesterday. The last chapter was coincidently about his efforts at the Mallorca Marathon.

When I was messaged on Facebook by friend and club mate, Metronome Dave, regarding what he should be doing for recovery post London Marathon, I was able to message back a photograph of the relevant page from Pfitzinger’s Advanced Marathon schedule, which I had produced for my own benefit whilst away. Well, to bring the book would surely have been obsessive!

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Speaking of Metronome Dave and the London Marathon, I spent the first four hours or so of our first morning in Mallorca glued to the TV and to my phone following the race, more excited about the efforts of Club mates and friends on the excellent race tracker, than the overhyped efforts of Mo Farah on the TV. It was a fabulous morning, followed immediately by my first run of the holiday in glorious weather – weather I judged on its suitability for running, not for sunbathing as most would do in such an environment!

Obsessed? I’m starting to think so…

“He’s just glossing over what happened in Manchester by talking about obsession”.

Wrong, indeed The Greater Manchester Marathon is what fuels my thoughts. After 12 weeks of intense and undoubtedly obsessed training, I failed to break the magic three hour barrier. 3:02:36 was a PB by almost three minutes but not what I hoped for. I had said over dinner the night before, that I would be happy with a PB if all else failed. I believed it, but and it’s a big but, I had trained relentlessly through some of the foulest sunbathing weather imaginable to man to achieve a time beginning with a two, not a three.

The race didn’t go well from the start. Occasionally when I run, I’ll get sore shins, followed by pins and needles in my feet severe enough that I literally can’t feel the contact with the terra firma beneath. I’ve not had it for ages, but on race day it began with the gun and lasted for about the first seven miles. I always feel like I’m working a little bit harder than normal when it happens, and fact or fiction, the early pace felt tougher than expected.

I maintained sub three hour pace until about mile 15 when for no obvious reason my sciatica reared its ugly head and I began to run with a left sided limp. Normally running keeps the sciatica at bay, but apparently not on race day – not on this race day of all race days!

When I saw Mrs pacepusher and JK on mile 16 I wanted to cry. I wanted to stop. All that training for this, my sub three was now highly unlikely and my head had gone. Then friend and club mate Jason (also looking for a first sub-3) came past, trying to encourage me to go with him – I couldn’t and the knife was twisted inside me just a little more.

I had several mantras stored in my head for the latter stages of the race, but with 10 miles to go I began to need them – just to finish. I’d decided I wasn’t going home without a medal, so pushed on as best as I could. ‘Be your own hero’, ‘don’t be a coward’…

Strangely I could still see Jason ahead, and even more strangely he wasn’t getting away from me. I’d found a new rhythm, and although sub three was now unlikely, the three hour pacing group hadn’t come past me yet. I began to dig very deep from about 20 miles, repeating my newest mantra H.O.P.E. with each step… “Hold. On. Pain. Ends. Hold. On…” It helped build and increase my rhythm as the sciatic discomfort began to ease.

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Jason got closer. A good friend, I wanted to see him break sub three (almost) as much as I wanted to break it. Then I was right behind him, in my head I had us running the next five-ish miles together. The camaraderie seeing us cross the line together in a determined 2:59:59… as unlikely as it was, Jason then pulled up with cramp, unable to respond to the same rallying cry he’d given me about 5 miles ago. It wasn’t over and I kept working hard, constantly passing people (I passed 41 people in the last 6 miles) whilst frantically working out the sums in my head. I needed seven minute mile pace but I’d slowed to seven thirties.

I started to think that when the three hour pacers caught up, I could join the group and get the job done. But they stampeded through me before I’d even attempted to up my pace – it was gone. I wasn’t getting a sub three.

I remembered what I’d said the night before though, and spurred on by my new target of attaining a PB, I really dug in. With a mile to go, I (relatively speaking) put my foot down. It was the longest mile I have ever run and Old Trafford just wouldn’t get any closer. I passed more runners and kept fighting. The Marathon was going to win today, but not by much!

Finally I reached the finish area and broke into a seven minute mile sprint – with a shout of “all the way to the finish” from JK, I upped it to 6:59 pace! I’m glad I did, the finish photo shows a female runner close behind. Getting chicked on the line may have been the final straw!

I finished, possibly for the first time ever in a marathon, with an almighty fist pump. That, was one hell of a fight!

So why does all this fuel my thoughts on obsession? Well, the first thing I did on Monday morning (even before breakfast) was sign up for the Edinburgh Marathon – only seven weeks later.

Now this was not strictly speaking my idea. Indeed, I thought entries were closed. However, other people it would seem, understand the commitment and yes, obsession that had formed the basis of twelve weeks of training.

After I had passed on mile sixteen, Mrs pacepusher, supportive to the last as she always is (Thank you!) was busy on her phone. Knowing how much I’d put into the race, she was already checking the dates of upcoming marathons, trying to find me a ‘second chance’.

Metronome Dave, back home in Glasgow, had gone a step further, contacting the race organisers at the Edinburgh Marathon regarding ‘Good For Age’ entry. He didn’t contact myself and Jason until he had a ‘plan B’. These are people who understand the hurt, the dedication and yes, the obsessive nature that it takes to train for and run a marathon.

So, it’ll be “Go Team Giffnock North” on 25th May in Edinburgh as the three of us go once again into the ring for a bout with the marathon distance. This time though I think we have the upper hand.

“In the yellow and blue corner, weighing in with a superb 2:49:48 marathon PB. It’s Metrooonooome Daaaaaave!!!”

Not only did he plot this madness, but as the one out of the three of us who managed their first sub three hour marathon recently, he has valiantly vowed to do whatever he can to help get me and Jason a sub three hour time in Edinburgh. What a guy, and the only person I know that’s more obsessed than I am!!

Bring it on!

“I think you should be serious about what you do because this is it. This is the only life you’ve got”
Philip Seymour Hoffman

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…and so the taper begins.

Posted in Uncategorized on March 20, 2014 by pacepusher

You’ve just completed another 20 miler, rounding off a 70 mile week. It was a good run, you felt strong and it was 5 minutes faster than last week. You’ve had plenty to eat, rehydrated, stretched and relaxed. You’re exhausted, but happy with how your training’s progressing. That night however, you wake up at three in the morning and can’t get back to sleep. That’s the forth night in a row.

Your solution? Move on to the next week of your training schedule, an increase to 78 miles and a longest run of 22 miles. You’ll be exhausted, that’ll help with any sleep issues!

The following week, still not sleeping properly, you develop a heavy cold. You feel so bad first thing in the morning that you’re not sure you can get through the 9-5, yet you pack your running kit. By lunch, you convince yourself that you’re ok (you’re not) and do your run. The full session – 9 miles with 5 x 600 meter speed intervals. You wonder why your pace is a little slow.

That night you feel like you might die, you don’t sleep well and when the alarm finally goes off in the morning you’re wishing you HAD died. But you head off to the 9-5 once again with your running kit over your shoulder.

We all know that both of these issues are probably caused by overtraining. Taking a few well earned rest days may have helped with those sleepless nights and probably would have prevented you getting that Man-flu. Now that you’ve got that Man-flu though, you really should take at least one rest day…

…but do you?

As runners we hate to miss training. Not only do we love our sport, we also know how hard we have to work to achieve our goals – whatever they may be. But where do you draw the line? Will missing that one session really prevent you from achieving that goal?

Is it just us mere mortal amateur runners that can get it wrong though, or are the Elites capable of overtraining too?

Galen Rupp has posted some amazing times in the USA recently, breaking records with apparent ease before famously beginning mile rep sessions at pretty much race pace immediately afterwards. Everyone questioned the intensity and the recklessly obsessive search for improvement. Then at the World Indoors a couple of weeks ago, Rupp finished 4th. Impressive? Not really. He was never in the race at all and was beaten easily by 39 year old Bernard Lagat. Rupp was expected to challenge with Lagat for the Gold, but never even looked capable of Bronze. Was he overtrained? Well it’s only my opinion, but I thought that, unlike the Galen Rupp of London 2012, he looked ill, too skinny and quite frankly exhausted!

So will missing 2 days training due to being kept in hospital overnight and then told not to run until various test had been completed on my heart, stop me from achieving a sub 3hr Marathon – I hope not! Was the 90 miles I covered in the week that followed too much – again, I hope not, although it was perhaps a little foolish.

I suspect we all overtrain at times, and I’m sure we’re all guilty of running when we are ill, but injured? Yeah that too, as I said, we runners hate to miss any sessions. The fear of injury makes us ignore niggles, pulls, tears and even breaks in the hope that they’ll just go away – just keep running and brush them under the carpet, so to speak!

It’s no wonder then that as runners we hate the last part of our training schedules – the dreaded taper! It’s that time when we are supposed to run less, supposed to take rest days and supposed to believe that less is more!

For, let’s say, 15 weeks you have run everyday, petrified to take a day off or miss a session, determined to complete the training plan that will ultimately lead you to your Holy Grail. You’ve run through injury, run with Man-flu and suffered sleepless nights, yet now with race day within touching distance you’re supposed to start taking it easy… are you having a laugh? Surely I should squeeze in MORE miles not less, the race is in less than 3 weeks!

Now I’m not going to be able to sleep for worry that I’m not training enough, that I’m losing all my fitness and that I’m gaining weight. I’ll also get another dose of Man-flu – because that’s just how tapering works.

I hate the big bad T. It sucks! Yet I stick to it; I trust in it. Why then do I not heed the experts advice in the weeks before the taper, always convinced that I can’t rest, that I can’t miss a session, that I can’t sleep for some reason other than excessive running. In those weeks leading up to the taper, perhaps less may have been more, perhaps I will have overdone it; overtrained. I guess I’ll know the answer by the afternoon of April 6th. In the meantime ask Galen Rupp, or better still, ask Mo Farrah after he copied me and collapsed after the NYC Half Marathon for their thoughts.

Keep on running friends, but stay well!

Beep! Beep! & The Search for a Sub 3.

Posted in Uncategorized with tags on March 7, 2014 by pacepusher

My name is pacepusher and I am a road runner.

I suspect however, that 95% of people reading this are not road runners, and indeed, would probably suffer sleepless nights at the thought of running a city based marathon. If that’s you, thanks for reading past the first sentence!

For those that don’t know me too well, I have spent my time since around the summer of 2007 running on the trails, as often as possible and as far as possible. As things progressed, I would go on to tell you that my greatest achievement in sport was completing the West Highland Way Race (If you don’t know, that’s a 95 mile ultra marathon) in 18 hours and 42 minutes exactly in 2009. I would have happily chatted into the night about different types of kit, different types of fuel and the benefits of being out there in the wilderness as opposed to banging out miles on the less glamorous streets of Glasgow’s surrounding areas. I would have told you the joy was in the journey, not in arriving at the destination, or some similarly pretentious BS!

However, after suffering a pretty substantial set back in my running due to a couple of injuries which still haunt me to this day, I found myself restricted to running a maximum of 5km for a while – on the roads. I embraced this as a bonus – I was at least able to run – and discovered the joy that is parkrun. Although I am now running regularly over longer distances, I still partake in parkruns either as speed work, or as an opportunity for some quality family time – running with my Nephew or pushing my Niece around in her pushchair.

I have built up my mileage over time, and at the turn of this year I started to follow Pfitzinger’s Advanced Marathon 70-85 mile 12 week schedule (I did week one twice however, as I’m not very good with dates!). I have almost completed 8 weeks (well 9!) of this now and am finally starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel – The Greater Manchester Marathon.

So what’s the point of all this waffle? Well, and I don’t want to offend anyone, or cause long debates amongst friends – this is after all just my opinion, based on my experience – but it has occurred to me that trail/ultra running is a damn site easier than road/marathon running. There I said it!

On a recent 22 mile training run, I carried a small amount of water and a pack of Clif Shot Bloks. I did not carry my phone, a camera, or a small picnic! I did not take breaks to use my phone, to take photographs, or to eat my picnic – I just ran. I sipped water maybe three times, I choked on the Shot Bloks and they made me feel sick, but I still ran. It hurt, and when it did, I ran harder. It was not ‘about the journey’ it was about splits and getting used to the pain of running fast when you’re broken – even if you do come to a hill!

What started all this contemplating? Well the day before this 22 mile run, I ran on the West Highland Way. I ran from behind the Green Welly Stop in Tyndrum to the Bridge of Orchy checkpoint in just under 52 minutes. Not record breaking pace, but it wasn’t supposed to be. It was supposed to be an easy run. However, the truth is, it’s probably the fastest I have ever run that section, and yes I have done it as an independent run before rather than as part of a 30 plus miler. I am fitter and stronger now than I ever was during my ultra running days.

Further more, after looking at the magnificent snow covered mountains I was running towards, my mind returned to the terrain under foot, my pace, and how my body felt. The view was of no interest. I considered the forthcoming hills and terrain hoping that I wouldn’t be required to walk, rather than looking forward to the walk breaks. I am, as I said at the start, a road runner and my mind set has completely altered.

Most of you reading this will say (as I would have done previously), “but with road running you are just banging out the miles, waiting for it to be over.” I would not argue with this, but, as they say, it takes all sorts.

In the brilliant comedy series Father Ted, the house keeper Mrs Doyle, makes A LOT of tea;

“Will you have a cup of tea Father? – Ah go on.”

In one particular episode they buy her a Teasmaid to make her life easier. Mrs Doyle spends the whole episode trying to break it, before finally declaring in a somewhat demonic state,

“…but I love the misery of making the tea, Father!”

That’s me, only I love the misery of road running.

So now, if asked what my greatest achievement in sport is, I would not say my WHW Race time, nor would I say my 3:05.25 at the Loch Ness marathon last year. For now at least, my greatest achievement is completing the training schedule thus far. I have not missed a single session, I am constantly hungry and tired, early morning foot steps are tentative, and I live on the edge between healthy and injured (I currently await Mrs pacepusher’s arrival home to take me to A&E after collapsing whilst running this afternoon). 87 miles in a week is hard, before you even consider the types of sessions involved and the number of runs in the week, but I am loving it. Mrs pacepusher may argue this point, but despite my ‘occasional’ complaints, I really have been loving it, and feel that the high mileage works well for me.

I’ve sacrificed a few things, no booze, no running club sessions (I now run for Giffnock North incidentally) and a healthier diet – although the latter has proved impossible as I search for extra calories and some small pleasures away from the roads – the lethal combination of coffee & cake have become my drug of choice!

So, thanks trail/ultra running for the memories, for the great and supremely talented people I have met and had the pleasure to run with, for the increased endurance levels and mental toughness you’ve given me, for barefoot running shoes and for the polar opposite, Hoka One Ones. But for now at least, I’ll be sticking to my Bondi(S) and leaving my Stinson Evos to gather dust!

Keep on running friends, wherever and however you choose. As I said, it takes all sorts!

Beep! Beep!

The Cateran Trail Race

Posted in Uncategorized with tags on May 22, 2012 by pacepusher

We arrived at our B&B on the Friday night, and after a lot of chat from the owners we headed off to the hotel so I could register for the race. Much chat with friends, wine for Caroline, orange for me, then back to our B&B to sleep. The owners of the B&B were great, he is an ex RAF Wing Commander and his uniforms still hang in the hall. They were so quirky that I started to get random images of old TV show ‘Tales of the Unexpected’. I imagined going down for breakfast the next morning to find him in uniform at the head of the table eating one of the other guests’ heads whilst she smiled sweetly and served our breakfast! I needn’t have worried, her “I can’t get up that early” comment, resulted in an impressive spread of a continental breakfast… she clearly thought I’d need a hell of a lot of food before tackling the race!

So after breakfast we headed straight to Glenshee, arriving not long before the race briefing. Then the walk over to the start, and ready for the off! For the first time ever in an ultra, I stood there excited. No nerves, no I don’t want to do this today, just a calm sense of being glad to be back racing. I’d told Mrs pacepusher that for this race I would be more Sharon (the Gibbering Midget) than Thomas (the Crazy German), i.e. happy and positive! I’m normally stroppy and negative ( a lot like Thomas) at check points, but not today!

Karen gives a perfectly toned down start, “you ready? 3,2,1 Go!” and we’re off! It was a strong field, but Tim almost giving me a black eye with his elbow as we jostled for position from the start line seemed a little excessive!!!

I was running with John Malcolm and Lucy Colquhoun early on, but in true pacepusher style, I pushed on and was soon alone. I reached the first check point (5.7 miles) uneventfully, apart from falling over, in just over 49 minutes , about what I was expecting!

I now faced a long stretch on the road before a fairly long climb. If I take one thing from this race, it’s to stick to my game plan. I purposefully ran the race alone (only running with others briefly – unsociable I know, but I get caught up in other peoples runs, and I need to run my own race) and running hard when I planned to (even early on). And so, I legged it up the road, hitting 7 to 7:30 m/m pace throughout. Mrs p was concerned, but this was always my plan. I had a long uphill recovery followed by a glorious downhill sweeping woodland path to recover on. I love this section and I was soon at Kirkton of Glenisla (8.9 miles in 1:17.33) joking with Drama Queen that I hadn’t broken anything yet!! I was feeling good and loving the run. A quick refuel and I was off!

Actually, another thing to take from this race, is the importance of knowing the route as well as you can. I had covered the whole route in training, so I knew what was coming and when, I knew when to push, when to hold back and when to accept a long walk. This also allowed me to eat/drink/carry what I would need before and during each section.

At the top of the climb out of Glenisla, I got cramp in my right calf climbing over the stile. I NEVER get cramp… WTF! Only about 15 miles in too! I stretched it and I ran on… with firmly crossed fingers!!

John caught me up in this section, he was running superbly and we ran together and chatted for a while, but (sticking to the game plan) I let him push on and was alone again. Maybe I’d catch him again later, maybe not, but this was my run, with my goal to achieve.

I met Mrs p twice during this section which was great. She was amazing all day, said all the right things, and kept me moving quickly through the check points. I can’t thank her enough for her support and encouragement… I’m pleased I had a ‘Sharon’ day for her and was happy and positive throughout!

Lucy caught me just before the hill into Alyth but as she expected (“here he comes” she said), I passed her again on the downhill. I arrived in Alyth (now in road shoes after a quick change a few miles earlier) in 1:48.55 (11.2 miles).

After a walk to refuel with Mrs p, I was off and running again. A wave of sickness meant I started to walk just before the long climb, but not to worry, on I plodded. I know this section perhaps better than any other, and knew I didn’t like it much! I knew however that I liked it more than the next. I’d struggled to embrace much of the route during training runs, but today I was loving it. It is a great route, so varied, and in such perfect conditions, I wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else!

I made it to Blairgowrie, where Santababy, the lollipop lady for the day, made sure I crossed the road safely, in 56 mins (5.45 miles). I made Mrs p work here, sending her back for my jacket whilst I kept walking! Sadly Lucy pulled out here, but on the plus side, I probably wouldn’t get beaten by a girl now ;-)

As I said, this is a tough section but again I didn’t mind it. I knew that once I got to Bridge of Cally I’d broken the back of the route. I ran as much as I could, and made the most of the decent into BoC. 6.8 miles in 1:17.24 and the route’s back was indeed broken!

The next section to Kirkmichael is one of the most beautiful on the route. However, boggy, sheep shitty fields, are not good for running on! I spat the dummy for the first time that day! I was annoyed, I was in shape to still be running well, but underfoot conditions didn’t allow it, I also fell again! I can safely say however that wearing road shoes was not the problem. Trail shoes would have been of no greater benefit as others confirmed post race. As I reached the end of the shitty bog crap, I saw John behind me. I was confused. I hadn’t passed him (turned out he’d missed a marker and had run about 2 extra miles). Back on the road/dry trail, I had strong words with myself! My energy and enthusiasm had been sapped and I needed to get them back! I got myself running again, and ran fairly well all the way to Kirkmichael… back in the game! (8.05 miles – 1:35.56)

I’d made myself a promise about the next section way before race day. There is about a mile (if that) of fabulous trail in this section. Woodland trail is by far my favourite running terrain, and I’d promised myself to enjoy it. I did just that, smashing out about 7-7:30 m/m pace through the forrest and beaming from ear to ear as I did so. Arriving in Enochdhu after covering 2.32 miles in just over 24 mins, I hoped I’d done enough to maintain my 9th place. Placings were not important to me, but a top 10 would be an added bonus!!

So off I head on the final section with the news that Mike Raffan is not far ahead… “I’ll never catch him” says I!

So, just after the farm, I see Mike. Eighth would be nice! I don’t push on too hard (stick to the plan), but I do have a little extra bounce in my step! I pass him eventually and he looks unimpressed by my “alright bud?” comment as I run past. I keep running as much as I can on the ascent, liking eighth place and the time I was heading for. Seeing John and another runner also catching Mike spurs me on again, I’m starting to tire though, and that cramp is seriously thinking about making a return visit! Not long to go, dig deep!

John catches me, I use him to pull me along for a while and we chat about his wrong turn. He ran so strongly all day though and he left me half way up a climb. Back to ninth (not bothered though, John’s a lovely guy and he deserves it after an extra 2 miles! Well done mate – superb run!), I’ll follow John and use him to get myself to the finish well under my dream time of sub 9.5 hours. I look back, another runner has passed Mike. I need to keep pushing. I do! Next thing I know, there’s a runner on my heels. Runners of Mike’s quality don’t give up that easily, and he passes me as we reach the start of the final climb.

The other runner, Phil Humphries catches me. We chat, we are both annoyed that we let Mike pass us. We are both exhausted! Phil just has a bit more on the lower part of the hill, and I’m down to 11th (back to focusing on my time!).

As I struggle very badly up the hill, my GPS tells me I’ve slowed to a pathetic 25 m/m pace. I’m beaten! I stop, hands on knees, look back. No rush, he can’t catch me. I think about my time and in my tiredness add 25 minutes to the time on my watch. 9:30 has gone. Gutted! I battle on to the summit where I check the GPS again. Time, 9 hours… 15. 15!?!? What? I see the hotel about 1.5 miles away. Game on. I can do this.

I ran so hard down that hill, constantly looking ahead at the distance and comparing it to the time remaining on my watch. 10th place is getting closer, over the stile, leg it, you can do this. You will do this! Through the gate and a sprint to the finish line. Another quarter mile and I might have made 10th but who cares, a finish time of 9 hours 27 mins, and mission accomplished! I am delighted! Sweaty hugs for Karen and Mrs p, a change of clothes and a pint of Stella! Happy as a pig in shit! (final section 5.92 miles – 1:13.12)

We watched a few people finish and got all the news from the sharp end of the race, then headed back to the (well I would say sanity, but…) B&B for showers. They are keen to hear all about it, so I tell them… a far shorter version than this!

Back to the hotel for food, more Stella and more finishers. The last of which we all head outside for. The legend that is Ray McCurdy is welcomed home like a hero!

Prize giving is great (although some Scottish Chelsea fan didn’t agree as the sound was turned down on the football!) and we all receive our race Quaichs. I thank Karen and tell her well done!

Chat, banter, booze and a lift home from a member of the hotel staff and I’m fast asleep in bed… very contentedly!

Next morning, Mrs B&B excels with breakfast, whilst Sir tells us some of the stories he already told us yesterday! It really was a great place to stay (Dalhenzean Lodge) and I jest about the owners. Their genuine concern in asking Caroline if she would be carrying her phone whilst she ran and I supported her for the morning was tester-mount to that! Great characters!

A huge thanks to Karen and all her team of helpers for a fabulous day! Karen, you all did a great job, you are slowly creating a very special race!

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Thoughts On The Cateran Trail Race

Posted in Uncategorized with tags on May 6, 2012 by pacepusher

Well it’s just under 2 weeks until the Cateran Trail Race. How am I feeling? I’m looking forward to it! My weekly mileage since returning from the Good Ol’ US of A has never exceeded the total mileage of the race, but I’ve hit all my long runs hard, and despite my complaints to Caroline, I’ve enjoyed being back on the trail. So much so that I’m finding road running a chore! I’ve run all the sections of the race, and if I’m honest, I find a lot of it hard work (too muddy) but if the good weather keeps up, that might not be a problem!

Myself and Caroline went out to play on the WHW today, with a lot of the run on Conic Hill, it was a pretty mean hills session, and I ran as much as I could. I felt fresh, relaxed, and after damaging both ankles last year on the trail, felt like I had my confidence back! Caroline will vouch for that after chasing me down the hills and over the technical trail (bare in mind she’s pretty awesome downhill herself!).

So I’m looking forward to returning to racing, especially as I’ve heard nothing but positives about the race! My one dilemma? What shoes? I’ve ruled out high heals, and am now torn between road and trail shoes. As things stand, road shoes are winning, but if the weather turns… Whichever I choose, the other will be in the support vehicle.

So, what time do I aim for? I don’t honestly know! I’d love to get under 9hrs30, but we’ll see. As long as I beat JK’s time and take another Kilbarchan club record off him, I’ll be happy. But I don’t even know if I’m in the shape for that! I just want to enjoy my first ultra race in ages, and then enjoy a few beers and a catch up with friends afterwards. Watch this space I guess!

Well done to all those that completed the Fling last weekend… some stunning performances from good friends, be it very impressive PBs, first time finishes, helping people achieve those finishes, or providing support. Great effort all!

Finally, a big well done to Caroline on her Fling too! For those that don’t know, a very enjoyable wedding meant that we couldn’t participate in the Fling proper, so Caroline ran her own race. She battled hard towards the end (I know, believe me, I was running with her and made her battle hard to finish, with many an uncomfortable look from Caroline’s dad, Pete, who was clearly worried about his favourite daughter!) She PB’d and is well on track to complete the WHW this year. As myself and Sonic discovered a few years ago, it’s a lot harder to complete these races when they’re not actually ‘races’! So well done Mrs P!

And finally (again), well done to my brother and sister-in-law (Mr & Mrs Bookseller), Keir (Boyracer) and the 4th member of their team for smashing out a damn impressive Fling Relay. The Bookseller’s next outing will be the Edinburgh Marathon… their first! Good luck and enjoy it!

Laters…

Running On The Spot

Posted in Uncategorized on May 14, 2011 by pacepusher

The Fling came and went… and I didn’t exactly have the day I was hoping for. Despite being well ahead of PB schedule and running well,  just before Beinglas farm, my head, body and stomach all decided they’d had enough! I finished in around 9 hrs 37 mins, somewhat off my PB from two years ago, but still respectable. The heat beat me. Full stop. Anyway, looking forward…

As I climbed off an exercise bike in the gym on Tuesday, a very hot and sweaty mess,  I bumped into one of the Navy’s PTIs (Physical Training Instructors) that I’ve spoken to before. He asked how the running was going, and I told him about my exploits in the Fling.  He’s a runner himself and the chat developed into PBs and training (I can take him over any distance above 13.1!), and I voiced my concerns about being a submariner and maintaining running fitness. “Let me show you something”, he said.

We walked back to his office, and then he handed me this book…

He explained to me that he had been in the USA and Canada as part of the crew on HMS Ark Royal last year, and had met a US PTI. He had exchanged his beret (The US Navy don’t wear them, but think they’re great) for this book. I wasn’t sure what he was getting at, but this is actually a book about running ON THE SPOT! Apparently ideal for a submariner like me, but despite the author of the book’s forward, I needed some convincing… he lent me the book…

Having skimmed through it, the whole idea of the book would appear to be based on the Sports Psychology principles of Schmidt (for further reading see, ‘Motor Learning & Performance – From Principles To Practice’ by Schmidt, R.A, 1991 - I was a PE student remember!) which suggests that any practice/repetition, is better than none; i.e. practicing putting on the carpet to improve your golf,  is better than not practicing at all. It’s a very interesting read, and I ran a mile on Thursday night in my cabin! There’s an annex to the book which gives suggestive running times per mile (‘On The Spot’) based on your average run/race times, each mile being approximately 1.5 mins slower to equal the energy/calorie expenditure of a normal run.

The book also discusses barefoot running, and how we can use ‘Running On The Spot’ techniques, as a means to improving our running performance.  i.e. as with barefoot running, we can improve our running form through running barefoot, ‘On The Spot’! Given the need for silence onboard a submarine, I was particularly interested in this chapter! 

There are also chapters on running ‘uphill’ on the spot, and running ‘speed sessions’ on the spot… I’m yet to be convinced by these, but if you apply Schmidt’s principles (of which I’m a great believer, and wrote my dissertation on), then there must be something in it! It’s a fascinating book, and I don’t want to give it back… as I (surprisingly, let me know if you can – I scanned the above) can’t find it online, it’s photocopying time at work!

Keep on running friends… but apparently ‘On The Spot’ will do!

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