Red scratching in the coffin dust
2 months ago
The trials and tribulations of a [not so] long distance runner living in deepest, darkest Kent.
In an attempt to get my core fitness back I have bought myself a Gym Ball and had a go at a few exercises tonight.....OH. MY. GOD it is hard!
I had a nice complement the other day, my running style was described as "Effortless". Between you and me dear reader is that although on the surface I may look like it doesn't hurt, I can tell you sometimes it blooming well does.
Tonight was club night and these days I invariably take a gentle run to the meeting place and then go for a mid-paced run of about 6-7 miles. It was no different tonight but as I left my house I felt the legs were still a biy achy after Saturday but within a mile they had settled down and I was soon pacing off up the hill muscles warming up nicely a gentle run soon forgotten.
This hidden jewel has been on my radar for quite a few months now and looks to be a perfect Downland Ultra with 92 runners for the 50 km and a mixture of runners and walkers for the shorter events.
Busy day doing things with the family and I noted a little tightness in my hips so decided to go out for a brief recovery run.
Throughout the past week we have been reviewing the weather reports as the rumours were that it was going to be pretty rough in Eastbourne on the south coast of England. So it was at 5.15 am this morning that I peeped out of the bedroom window to see wet streets and a moonless night.
So there was the bag all packed and ready to go, spare shirt, vaseline carb gels etc and I went to settle down for the rest of the evening, a nagging feeling in the back of my mind that I may have missed just one thing...no not me, I am always so careful!
So it is Thursday night and being spurred on by comments made by Martin in Beachy Head Weather I have gone mad and making sure all my various kit is washed and ready for packing on Friday night.
Here it comes the messages are being sent around the forums that the weather forecast is looking a bit crazy for Saturday in Eastbourne. It looks like we have heavy rain, 17 °C and quite strong winds. Looks like it is going to quite cool with the wind so may have to think about my kit a bit more seriously maybe trail shoes and my windproof smock will do the job.
It seems to becoming a bit of a routine at the moment what with all these long runs and challenges but they seem to be getting easier as the months go by. The general feeling is not to over eat and just take in a larger percentage of carbohydrate. Take today, I went to lunch and as a treat bought a super large iced bun to go with my sandwich...guilty not one bit.
Out for a casual easy run to and with the club tonight nothing special to report but I did notice at the end of the run I have hit 1666 miles (or thereabouts) this year.
So it is official, I have pulled out of the South Downs Way 100 mile race on 11th September 2010. I thought it prudent as it is my wife's 50th Birthday that day and I have a feeling I will be a little busy!!!!!
...need gloves!
Today didn't start off well and got worse as the day went on. It was soon to come obvious that running was just not going to happen and it soon turned into my nightmare.....shopping and being the taxi for everyone.
Trawling my club forum I saw a "last minute" message from another member who is unable to run at the Beachy Head Marathon next Saturday.....who am I to disappoint? I got on the phone and found that he had passed it to another member who in turn couldn't run it so I went to their house and happily passed £20 over for the race number and instructions.
Busy day at work again, luckily more mental stuff than physical and was just writing some fancy computer code to make my life easier. As I was busy I didn't really have time to work out my route so in the end went for an old favourite 12 mile set piece up to Blackheath near to the start of the London to Brighton and back home again.
In a view of keeping the motivation up,which is difficult now the nights are drawing in, I am off for a 12-13 mile round trip on Thursday. I have been umming and arring about the route and was thinking of "just running" but these types of runs only work out if they are of the out and back variety.
I was planning to do 6-8 miles tonight but just as I was about to pack up at work and go home I found out that the usual timekeeper for the club's 5km time trial wanted to run herself so was looking for a replacement....I decided to take on the challenge.
Crappy day at work today, something broke and it took me 5.5 hours to find out what it was and 5 minutes to fix it when I did. There was a general plan in my head to run a 10 miler up some hills to Keston but for a laugh take my headtorch and an old rear bike lamp I found during a run once which would be stuffed into my backpack.
It works out that this week I will have to miss my Sunday Long run as we are celebrating my Mum's 80th birthday with a family meal and I won't be able to get a good run in and be on time for the meal. So long run is re-scheduled for Saturday and Wednesday is busy as I have to teach in the evening.
OK, OK the showboat in me is coming out and I have just been packing my backpack for Sunday's jaunts (after all, you can't expect me to stand around in damp gear for an hour) ;-)
Busy day on Sunday, I am marshalling for at the local clubs 10 km race and have volunteered for the fun job of being responsible for handing out Jelly Beans and Jelly Babies at the half way mark!
Being one who withstands religious quotes in blogs normally had to laugh at a recent email sent to me.
I got home from work tonight and really felt bloated and stiff, I think it was probably caused by the carb-loading last week and the drop in mileage because of my hamstring. The hamstring felt pretty good today so I thought I would go out for a gentle run for about 40 minutes and see how it went my heart rate never went above 154 bpm. I made a point of time limiting it as I would have probably gone off and done some 10-15 mile run.
I got asked what I wanted for Christmas this year, I must say that Zorbing has been calling be from a distant hill top for a few years now, I think it is only right!!!!!!
After many reminders from my fellow runners and friends I am desperately trying to be "a good little runner" and start listening to their advice.
I was having a great race today, the trail tough, very tough and I was up for a good time. I was on for 2 hour laps of a very tough course at Caesar's Camp when I started to get a nagging pain in my hamstring which got worse from mile 13 and it was only until I stumbled slightly that I then got a horrific, sharp pain from knee to buttock that would not go away. I sadly had to pull out at 20 miles.
So it is two weeks after London to Brighton and I am now set for my next challenge mentioned in earlier tales, Caesar's Camp... a long 50 mile run.