As a result of a health screening test at work It was found I have high cholesterol. I had to have a series of blood tests and then went to a hospital for a consultation with a blood specialist. After 45 minutes of drawing diagrams and some intrusive but necessary questioning on my food and drink habits it was concluded that I need to lay off the butter and the booze but keep running.
I asked the question if running will directly reduce my cholesterol levels and I was surprised to find out that the answer is no. It’s all about reducing the risk of heart disease and stroke and putting yourself in the lower risk categories by doing all of the stuff we all know we should do.. Which actually makes a lot of sense.
It certainly focuses the mind and as a result the running has a lot more purpose and the way I fuel myself. I got up this morning and went for a 6 miler down the beach. With a change in attitude.
Way back in the old days I ran the Snowdon Marathon. This is mostly a road race and doesn’t take in the summit of Mount Snowdon. Towards the end of this July I am going to fix that missing piece by running to the peak in the Snowdon Half Marathon.
I have been to the top many times but these were all done as a walk taking in the stunning scenery in this National Park.
I had to take a week off training because of the below post and this has actually been a blessing in disguise as I needed the rest. Training has resumed and while I have lost a small amount of fitness it’s nothing that can’ be fixed in the next few weeks.
I had booked all last week off to spend time with the kids as they were on school holidays. On Tuesday I fell from my attic stairs and done my back in. I could hardly walk let alone run. I had grand plans for running. However it did give me the chance to catch with stuff I needed to do whilst laying on my back. No No!! not that.
Anyway I’m healing well now and ready to get my arse outdoors for some proper training over the next few weeks. I missed all the great weather boo hoo!
24km is an odd distance for an organised race, that’s 14.9 miles. When and if I make it to the finish line and my GPS says 14.9 miles I will
run that extra bit crawl that extra bit to make it to 15.
Coed Llandegla (Coed means wood in Welsh) is a race I am doing next weekend. This place is where I usually take my mountain bike for a run as they have some great routes. Training has gone really well with a slight drop in weight, which always helps.
Making an effort to do more trail runs as the road pounding is becoming tedious although I’m not going to stop doing those types of runs. Looking forward to this.
Me and my son decided to go out for a night of camping near Capel Curig in Snowdonia. It’s a short drive for me and a pleasure to spend some quality time with my boy (away from the girls) in a place we both love. It’s a working farm set amongst the mountains with views of Mount Snowdon near a lake. We had a great evening sitting around the fire stuffing our faces and putting the world to rights.
At about 06:30 I awoke with a bladder that felt like the size of a hot air balloon. Once the balloon was let down so to speak I looked across the lake to see the sun rising. It was simply stunning. Tom woke up and put his chin on my shoulder looking out to the scene and after a few minutes said “it’s too nice”
I haven’t done a 10km race in ages and as such was really looking forward to this. I have never done this event before and never done a race with this particular organisation. Denbigh is just down the road from where I live. I did the race with my other half and a mate of mine. This was one of those days where the weather was perfect for running, cool, sunny and a slight breeze. The hills here are brutal. Very little flats to plod along but you are rewarded with stunning views of the surrounding countryside. Really well organised with tremendous support from every single Marshall around the route.
I will be doing this again.
For those of you who find a list of numbers and data, tedious, geeky and nerdy you need to look away now.
I have been recording GPS data of my runs and rides since about mid 2008. I lost 3 years of that data when my external hard drive which had all the gpx files on it died. So now the data only goes as far back as 2011. I don’t actually put it to any use. I know some people that correlate this data with food input, sleep patterns and all sorts of other parameters. I simply like collecting the numbers. Every couple of years or so I will have a browse and see if I can remember a random run and it’s surprising how much I do remember. I think the main reason I keep it though is motivation. I find myself reluctant to run if I forget to bring my GPS or phone. So I’m going to keep doing it for that reason alone.
I also have a written copy of my runs with a note or two on how it went. This I never read. I simply record it and turn another page. While I don’t have reams of text it does go as far back as 2006. This will, in all honesty be the most tedious thing anyone in the history of reading will ever read.
There are times when running is just plain grim. Usually when you first start out or after an illness and post Christmas. I find running hard most of the time but every now and then you get gems like the run I had on Sunday.
We went for a 7 miler on the trails in the hills of Llangollen near a place called Llandegla where I sometimes take my mountain bike for a spin. Late afternoon on a Sunday evening after an already great weekend this was by far the best way to put and end to the…..well……weekend.
I still found it physically hard but the environment puts all that to the back of the mind and I can honestly say this is the first time in ages where I have run with a massive grin on my face. The post run buzz was great and enhanced even further when I got home after a nice hot shower to find a really good glass of red Italian waiting for me to saviour.
Sometimes running can be heaven.