Training w/e 29th March 2013

Planned an LSR Saturday, anywhere between 22.5 and 30 miles. I knew with the missing miles in previous weeks that I wouldn’t reach 30 miles, that would cause all sorts of problems, but I’d see what I could do.

However, I had session #2 of Running School on Saturday morning, and that meant a couple of miles on and off the dreadmill, so I decided to put the LSR back to Sunday morning. The school helped me continue to think about form – leg strides, heel height, knee driving and also a little about arms and overall posture. All good things to work on. It still doesn’t feel like it’s going to be easy to replicate that good form when running slowly over 50+ miles, but it feels good to do – and the exercises tuned to improving my form I’m convinced will help.

On Saturday a couple of Bosh friends of mine, Luke Ashton and Kevin Smith, were running the Thames Path 100. It was the first 100 mile race for both of them, and much of Bosh were rooting for them on Facebook. Around 7pm I could see via RunKeeper Live that Luke was heading towards Shepperton, so Billy and I drove out to see if we could find him and wish him well. We stopped in Shepperton when we could see a couple of runners with head torches, and had no real idea if Luke had gone on already or was behind these two guys. We waited in the cold for five minutes or so, and then saw a headtorch moving towards us, and then when we could actually see it was indeed Luke, it was too late to wave to him. So back in the car, drove half a mile and waited – as he approached, Billy waved his Bosh flag and we shouted some words of encouragement. Luke came over and shook my hand, looked a bit dazed (I think he was about mile 60 at this point), and I told him he was about fourth and a couple of guys were just five minutes ahead. He said “Is that all?”, then thanked us and ran on. Billy shouted “Good luck!”, and was pleased to get a couple of thumbs-ups in response. I realised afterwards that this was the first time I’ve met up with someone in the middle of an ultra. He looked strong and up for the rest of the run. We got some fish and chips and went home. When I got up in the morning, at 6am for my COD LSR, I loaded up Facebook and found out he’d come second in the race, some four minutes behind the winner. Amazing, inspiring stuff.

So, dedicating my LSR to Luke, I set off, toast and jam in hand, UltrAspire pack on with a litre-and-a-half of water, a couple of gels and a bag of assorted nuts, raisings, flapjack pieces and Jelly Babies. Slightly annoyed that I couldn’t find my 2XU tights, or gloves, but still – I would go far today.

Rather cold, I headed down the towpath towards Guildford. Felt bright and breezy and soon warmed up. I got to about five miles in about 45 minutes and started to feel a stomach ache coming on. I would normally go for a… number two… before heading out on an early morning run, but I hadn’t this morning for some reason. It was hitting me quite quick and I knew I had to do something about it. I was in a quiet area, I hadn’t seen anyone all morning, and there was a handy remote clearing that was reasonably free of brambles. Cursing myself for not packing any TP, I sought out a few big dock leaves and did the quick business. Feeling much better, I decided to turn back at that point and head back past my house and towards Walton Bridge on the towpath. That would mean I get to my house at about 10 miles, and then see where I go from there – but importantly if my stomach got bad I wouldn’t be far away from home and a proper toilet. I had a gel and some food, and then a couple of miles later stopped for the call of nature again. More dock leaves desecrated  🙂  However, I really did feel OK then, so when I got back to the canal lock close to my house I felt good about running towards Walton.

I’d run to Walton Bridge before, it’s about five miles from home and it’s a nice run – mostly towpath with a little bit of tarmac as you go through Weybridge – and it has the added bonus of ending up next to the Thames. I hadn’t realised this beforehand, but when I saw the sign “Thames Path” I realised that this was the same bit of route that Luke and Kevin had run the night before. Muddy as can be, and really quite difficult to run on – like a skating rink in places – I thought about how tough it must have been to have gone past here a total of three times at something like miles 10, 50 and 70 of a 100 mile race. Respect. I felt good, and ran to just over 15 miles before turning back toward home, knowing that pushing on could cause problems – particularly injuries, which I fear most of all with the ultras coming up!

I got back home with 21.5 miles on the clock, pretty tired but happy. I’d taken 3-and-a-half hours, but that’s not too bad particularly with a couple of poo stops. On the negative side, I realised I still had quite a bit of water left in my pack, which with hindsight wasn’t great; and although I’d eaten both gels and taken an S! cap, I still had quite a bit of food left.

Next day, I rested (again at work) and went for a sauna and steam at the local gym. Felt great. Slight niggly pain in left Achilles, but nothing to worry about.

Tuesday I rested again, and in the evening I started to feel a little rough. Slight sore throat, slight fever. Uh-oh. I knew what this meant. On Alick’s advice Wednesday I went and bought echinacea and lots of vitamin C to blitz my system. Continuing to rest, I also made a big decision about diet. I realised that over time I’d been eating quite poorly. Most mornings I’d have a pastry of some sort and a cup of coffee, then a sandwich (a good quality sandwich, but still a sandwich) at lunchtime. In the evening we usually eat well, but overall during the day I had been eating very little fresh fruit and veg, lots of carbs and protein but not many vitamins. Little wonder, then, that after a big run my immune system could be down, and surrounded on the train, tube and at work with coughing, spluttering people, I get another bug.

So I determined, from Thursday, that I would eat better. Porridge, muesli and/or fruit for breakfast most mornings, or at least avoiding pastry. Big salads for lunch. Cut down on snacks. More fresh vegetables in the evenings where we can. I rested the rest of the week, doing some core strength exercises on the Friday. I bought Manuka honey and started having a couple of spoons of that per day, I bought coconut water, chia seeds and lots of other good stuff to follow some good recipes from Scott Jurek’s book Eat and Run. Not sure where this will take me, but I figured I’d been eating badly, so to try eating better for a month at least would be good for me.

Total miles planned: 34

Total miles actual: 23.5

Training w/e 22nd March 2013

Better.

Saturday and Sunday were frustrating running-wise, because I just couldn’t risk going out. On the plus side I spent the time with my family, getting up early with my son to play (and have him beat me at) FIFA 13, and generally chilling out.

Monday, I had the day off on holiday from work and around lunchtime I went to Horsell Common determined to do a 10-mile walk. I couldn’t run, but I wanted to do then next best thing: a good-paced walk, at least 4 miles per hour. 2 and a half hours on my feet, good ultra training I thought. It was muddy as all hell, flooded in the most part. I trudged around, feeling like I was the only one on earth for most of the time – there must have only been half a dozen people in the whole place, but then again it was thundering and the air had that strange colour so I’m not surprised people stayed away. I tentatively stepped for the first hour, and then once my feet had got completely soaked I didn’t really care, so just splashed through the almost knee-deep puddles in places and had great fun.

Note: the DryMax socks I’d bought are definitely not waterproof. Neither do they claim to be, but they do say that they will keep your feet dry, which isn’t the case. Still, I had no blisters afterwards, and I did the 10 miles in just over 2 and one quarter hours, so pretty good overall.

Tuesday I rested (at work), and Wednesday I went to the gym to do some 4 miles of intervals on the dreadmill. It was the only time I had, really. Thursday I did some core work, and Friday another 4 miles. All good.

Total miles planned: 34

Total miles actual: 18

Training w/e 15th March 2013

Washout week.

Illness developed into a chest infection, so with antibiotic meds from the doctor I prescribed myself rest for the week. I went to work as normal, but no physical exercise until I felt much better.

Thursday I did a spinning class. Friday I felt OK, so I did an 8-mile run in the evening, around the roads near home. Felt like a real grind, a struggle to get through it. Think with hindsight I shouldn’t have done it. Live and learn. Norman Conquest 50 is on my mind.

On the positive sid, the whole time I’ve been ill I’ve been doing a lot of reading about running ultras. The Ultramarathonrunning.com site has a bunch of links to valuable information, and I read through most of them – it made me feel better and took my mind to a place where I wasn’t feeling sorry for myself or dying to get out for a run. Recommended reading: http://www.ultramarathonrunning.com/training/index.html

Total miles planned: 30

Total miles actual: 8

Bah.

 

Training w/e 8th March 2013

Up and down week. Did really well at the G3 on Saturday, plus a 2-mile cooldown with a lady who’d come second in the race – so maybe a bit quicker than my normal cooldown pace, but felt good anyway. Then on Sunday I felt great, so went for my planned LSR – ran along the Thames Path to Walton Bridge, a towpath route mostly that ended up around 12 miles total. So already in one weekend I’d done just over 20 miles. Great.

Rested Monday, and then on Tuesday morning I didn’t feel good. I had a sore throat, and a slight fever. Took medication, went to work, and came home normal time. On Wednesday and Thursday I stayed home from work, in bed mostly. On Thursday afternoon I felt better, so went for a four-mile run and felt OK afterwards too. But I clearly wasn’t – that evening, and the following day, back to sick again. So after a great start to the week, it didn’t go so well overall.

Total miles planned: 27.5

Total miles actual: 24.8

G3 Race 2013 #3

I dipped under an hour for the first time in one of the G3 10Ks, 117th/283 overall, 44th in my age group. Big smile on my face. I felt rough this morning waking up at 6:15, I’m still getting over a headcold so lots of gunk flowing (sorry, TMI) and haven’t run or done any activity since Tuesday.

I had a caffeine gel before I started, and went for it. Starting near the front, I got pushed along with the big boys and girls and first mile was faster than I’d normally run. There are lots of long downhills and uphills on this route, and when I’d been overtaken by a couple of dozen people I got a bit disheartened and put this one down to experience and started to enjoy it rather than go hard, and stopped worrying about being overtaken. I started walking the steeper parts of the hills – walking quickly, but still walking. When I got to the last mile or I could see loads of people in front of me but I felt fairly OK, and I knew exactly the route and how far it was, so I ran a bit harder. I looked at my watch with a few hundred metres to go and saw it was 56 minutes. My heart started to beat a bit quicker – in the same race, same route last year I finished in 1:04:35, and at that moment I realised that I might be able to get under the hour this time. I fixated on the guy in front of me, and the sounds of the people behind me, put my head down and ran as hard as I could, keeping form as best I could with some fairly oozy mud involved. When I could see the finish line I glanced at my watch again, 58 minutes. Could I do it? My legs were hurting and I could feel myself slowing, but I was keeping up with the guy in front and those sounds behind me were keeping at bay, so I had one last push and sprinted over the line.

For me, knocking 5 minutes off the last year and dipping under an hour felt like winning the bloody thing. I scooped up a banana and a couple of flapjacks and some water, and went and bounced off some walls for a bit. Then I ran two miles cooldown, which I never do, but I just felt like getting rid of this excess energy I had, and I really enjoyed that last little run.

Now my calves are like rock. Time for some R&R with Sarah and the kids, and maybe a spot of rolling later on. Not sure if that 10k is good miles or bad with the big races coming my way, but it was real fun so I’m going to take the former. Bosh.

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