My wife has recently completed her first full marathon. In preparation for an event where she will run The North Wales Coastal Path, this will be three marathons in three days. You can check out her blog here.Continue Reading
With all this green stuff pouring out of my lungs and nose (apologies if you were eating) I haven’t done much running but I have been booking races. All of them night runs. The first one is a 5 miler on bonfire night in Delemere Forest. Then we are off to to the Lake District to take part in the Grizedale Forest Night Runner 10km. We did this race last year in Santa hats and had a lot of fun. The best time that night was done by a bloke in a skin tight green costume wearing working Christmas lights. Then later on in the New Year it’s back to marathons with a night run in the kielder forest night marathon.
This weekend is Kayaking and wild camping with my daughter and good friends. I’m staying off my feet for long periods of time until this gloop has said its last goodbyes from lungs.
- This Year 474.3
- This Month 21.2 (not well)
I thought the title of this post would make a good name for a film about someone coming to the end of a bad stomach illness layered with something about relationships etc. However, here in the UK the nip is in the air and the cold days just about creeping in. I kind of look forward to the winter in a way. I enjoy running with my favourite beanie hat because it keeps the earphones firmly inside my huge ear-holes. There are less dog walkers. I have nothing against dogs it’s the walkers.
Most of all I’m looking forward to the night races that are becoming more popular these days. I have a race booked in the Lake District in December and more throughout the winter season. Running at night with a head torch on in winter is bliss. If you haven’t tried it yet please give it a try.
- This Year 460 miles.
- This Month 7 Miles
I use the running app Strava to record all my runs and rides throughout the year. For those that don’t know you can add friends and see what they have been up to. This is my favourite part of the app. However there is a dark side to all this. A couple of my friends started to get competitive in terms of how many miles run this year. I stopped comparing awhile ago and just carried on because it was to much. My legs were killing me and it was becoming toxic. I was no longer enjoying it. I found myself focused on the miles.
Anyway I’m still a few miles ahead of the group so weeeeeeeee!!Continue Reading
The Half Marathon I did 10 days ago really wiped me out. I have never needed that much time to recover from a race ever. Just a part of getting older I suppose. Looking back I could have done more longer runs.
So now I have few races planned but nothing to long. I am taking it easier and laying off the long pounding over several days. Thoroughly enjoying training again with the pressure off.
This race took place in Delamere Forest where someone has hidden a load of hills I didn’t know about. The hills are not massive but they are there, in the way and never ending. It was a stunning morning in the Cheshire countryside and it felt perfect for running. There was a great atmosphere and everyone seemed to be in good spirits.
I have run in another event organised by the same company in the Lake District. This was at Grizdale. I was really impressed after running in that race. After mile 7 I felt pain and thought to myself not now not so early in the race. I found myself cursing when I was climbing the Cheshire Monument at the top of Old Pale at mile 12. This hill was brutal but you were rewarded with a nice downhill last mile.
Really well organised event. I’m going to try to get the full range of these events under my belt. For now I am hobbling about holding onto anything to keep me upright.
In order to take the constant pounding away from old knees I get on my bike and hit the hills. If I don’t do it for awhile the shock when you start the first hill never gets boring. This was one of those early mornings where I was out of the house and riding well before the last dreary feelings of a long sleep had left me. The hill woke me up.
90% of my running I will do after I finish work. The half an hour build up to that point consists of me having an internal battle weather I should go or not. The myriad of excuses, some borderline mental, are endless. Is the weather bad, have I got all my kit?, did I pack my GPS? (I can always use my phone), am I over doing it? (never), have I got the time? (Always) and the list goes on. I then start to give myself some good reasons to go and all are just positive and obvious.
Now as I type this in my note app on my phone looking out the front of my van window at all the drama out there. I’m asking myself “will it rain?”
I went for the run. It rained.