Short but sweet

With a pub quiz to attend tonight I had to get home from work sharpish and get out on the roads.  With tired legs from yesterday it was always going to be a quick run tonight so I opted for a swift 3km to try to get some pace in my legs.  Tweaked the course slightly to reduce the twist and turns and came home in a reasonable 14m19s.

Not my quickest but, following my own advice from yesterday, it was my most consistent, with all three kilometres under 5 minutes.

Another positive to focus on is that I have now run for 7 days in a row (I know it’s only day 6 of Juneathon but I ran on the 31 May too) which is something I would never have dreamed of a year or so ago!

Going to have to head off to the pub (woohoo!) but before I go I would like to say thank you for all the positive feedback about yesterday’s blog via your comments and Tweets, especially to Zoe, Rachel and Ian.

 

Motivation and progress

Much fun was had yesterday with a small shindig at home (a late afternoon BBQ) followed by a short stroll into town for a few weekend beers.  A great time with friends meant a somewhat lazy start to the day and a decision to postpone my normal Sunday morning long run until the afternoon.  This time the decision was not wholly fueled by procrastination, but by the fact that it was probably better to allow a few extra hours of rehydration and detoxification!

The decision to postpone may have been sound but didn’t do anything to make the run any easier.

I’ve taken to listening to podcasts on my long runs in the vain effort to take my mind off the running and for the last few weeks I have been listening to the best bits of Rhod Gilbert’s Saturday morning Radio Wales show.  I love comedy and Rhod’s ramblings are inspired!  A debate about whether, if only one Chuckle Brother is present, do they fail to be recognised (in the same way as the philosophical whimsy that is “if a tree falls with no-one to hear it, does it make a sound”) made the first couple of kilometres easy-going.

Encouraging his flat mate and fellow Welsh comedian, Lloyd Langford, to apply for vacant Channel 4’s Countdown at the same time as attempting to become the new Honey Monster had me laughing out loud but at 4km my legs were hurting so much that I had to pause for a stretch.  Rhod’s musings of “Celebrity-out-of-context Bingo” unfortunately proved powerless and at 6km I again found myself stationary, thinking I might even struggle to reach 10km.  I was not amused.

I don’t like failing.

I was now oblivious to the podcast.  Instead all my concentration was shared between physically putting one foot in front of the other and mentally trying to find the motivation to continue.  Thankfully, the whole “left-right-left-right” thing comes naturally to me.  And when it comes to motivation I don’t have to look too far.

Firstly, I have my current fundraising challenge – I have to continue to say thank you to my current donors and to hopefully encourage more people to help raise funds for Maggie’s Cancer Centres to enable them to help more people who are touched by cancer.

Secondly, I have my own, slightly selfish, goal of satisfying my competitive spirit in trying to get to a point where I can beat my 10k PB.

And thirdly (and never before has the saying “and last but not least” held more significance), I remind myself that there are far greater things that some people have to endure than a bit of running.

My mind rewinds to just over 2 years ago, just a few months before the date for our planned wedding.  Memories of being asked to join The Fiancee (as she was then) so we could be told together that she had breast cancer, waiting nervously for her return from surgery, watching her having to go through weeks of chemotherapy, trying desperately to dissipate her nerves every time she has a follow-up appointment are all to0 easily recalled.  The Wife (as she is now, following a slightly postponed wedding), had to endure so much more than I can ever imagine that blows my running into insignificance.  Through it all her positivity was inspiring and helped me to remain strong for her.

It is all of this that flooded my body with renewed energy, the determination driving me on, helping me to go from stationary at 6km to completing a respectable 12km training run.

As I write this post I recall a piece of advice we were given two year’s ago by The Wife’s old boss:

“don’t focus on what you fail to achieve, but the things you have achieved”

Which gives me a hearty slap round the face and a wake-up call.  So I had to stop twice while out on my run today, so what.  I tell myself to look at what I have achieved in my latest bout of running:

I’ve clocked up 176km in just over 10 weeks.  I’ve never done that before.

I’ve run three 10k runs in 5 days in Central Park.  I’ve never done that before.

I’ve run 13km without stopping.  I’ve never done that before.

And today, I’ve run for the fifth day in succession.  I’ve never done that before.

It’s all progress.

I have an amazing wife, a lovely house, a good job and a great hobby that is running.  That’s all the motivation I need.  I am truly a very lucky man.

Thanks for reading, it’s been a bit heavier than I had intended my blog to be but just seemed right for today.

The nature of running

The Wife and I went up to a friend’s house for a few Friday night drinks and soon there were seven of us playing a game of Monopoly which turned into a marathon!  It’s the first time that I’ve seen sub-prime lending between players nearly bringing the game down.  It was just like watching the recession all over again,just without the quantitive easing!  Getting home at 1am was not ideal preparation for my planned early morning Juneathon run.

It was surprisingly easy to get up when the alarm went, mostly helped by seeing a tweet (my morning routine now involves checking Twitter as step 1 much to The Wife’s disgust!) from Mo Farah announcing his winning of the British and European 10,000m record and beating a strong field too.  How I wish I could have some of his pace!  It wasn’t until I saw him run at the Bupa 10000 that I realised just how fast he runs.

Another tweet caught my eye, this time from a fellow Juneathon runner @knittingpenguin (aka Travelling Hopefully), who was seemingly suffering from a touch of athletus procrastinatus (a chronic illness with many sufferers that luckily can be cured with a quick dose of NCourageMent™).  I’d got some left in the medicine cupboard so was happy to dispense them although, a few tweets later, I was fortunate to self diagnose the early signs of the illness and rapidly got my trainers on!

I wanted an easy run this morning, with one eye on my long run day tomorrow and the other on the creeping paranoia about running every day (given by a spell of shin splints some 8 years ago), so I headed for the local lake at a comfortable pace.

Duck Lake, named after the village of Ducklington it nestles next to, is a wonderful place to run.  The gentle hum of the A40 that provides the backing track soon continues unnoticed thanks to the harmony & melody that is the sights and sounds, respectively.  Today’s jaunt was fairly plain with the normal local inhabitants (ducks, swans, blackbirds, sparrows and the odd person walking a dog) going about their daily business.  It’s a few weeks since I’d been round the lake so it was nice to see the Cogges Farm lambs looking more grown up – was it wrong for me to lick my lips?  There were no surprise visits from the Heron and Deer that I have occasionally had the pleasure of running with but it didn’t matter – the lake and it’s surroundings had helped me get to 3km without even noticing.

It was at the 3km mark that the sights and sounds of Duck Lake gave way to the tantalisingly tempting smells emanating from the Fabulous Bakin’ Boys bakery.  Why do I do it to myself?  I know that I have a ridiculously rampant sweet tooth.  I also know that the Boys have been Bakin’ their Fabulous cakes, muffins and flapjacks for many a year just the other side of the A40 underpass that I have chosen to run through.  I can’t decide if it is fortunate or not that the smell soon disappears and allows my focus to return to running!

My very own Springwatch continued after a quick shower with some gardening – 7 shrubs needed planting into the new border where the great Leylandii once stood and the front hedge was not going to cut itself and let’s not forget the courgette plants that needed to join their vegetable cousins in the patch – and whilst their was no sign of Ratty, the water vole living in the stream at the bottom of the garden, I was under the very watchful eye of Mr & Mrs Blackbird, who were busy collecting worms for their brood nesting in one end of the front hedge (at least it meant I only had to trim half the hedge – I wouldn’t want to disturb the young family!) whilst a Pigeon tried his best to impress his very unimpressed partner.

I’ve written for far too long today and need to get some meat marinating for the BBQ we have planned this afternoon to follow the football.  Come on England!

Thanks for reading.

Day off but still running

Thanks to our flexible working scheme, I could enjoy a day off today having covered more than my 37.5 hours in the previous 9 working days.  So no excuses when it came to exercising for Day 3 of Juneathon.

Except for having a lay in.

And then going to the garden centre with The Wife to get some plants for the new border at the bottom of the garden, replacing a ridiculously overbearing leylandii.

Or going to our local pub for a late lunch (no alcohol though – I’m an athlete don’t you know!!).

Oh yeah, and then heading down to the corner shop, aka Waitrose, for the Friday Big Shop.

And the sun is still beaming down (the car thermometer said 26°C on the way back from shopping).

But these small suggestions of procrastination weren’t going to get in the way of Juneathon.  I can’t let the surprisingly-motivating bunch of people, who I’ve started to hang around with on the cyberspace street corners of the town called Twitter, down.  Certainly not after just 2 jogs, logs and blogs!

So at half 4 this afternoon, dragging The Wife along (she is always reluctant pre-workout but thankful afterwards), I headed to the gym.

I started with a quick warm up on the bike (to get the legs going and give me a chance to strap into the iPhone – at least that way I can listen to something half decent) before the short walk to the treadmill.  I’ve struggled with treadmill running as I get bored easily and cannot stop myself from continually checking my progress: “How far?  1.1km, cool.  What about now?  1.2km, oh.  Now?  1.3km.  Bored now”.

That was, until I read an article in the June issue of Mens Running (unfortunately not available online yet): it sets out a programme of fifteen 1 minute chunks.  Just right to keep my short attention span occupied.  I’m still tailoring it for my speed levels so I had to run a little longer to get to 3km.  After some stretches I then said “hello” to a distant acquaintance: the rowing machine!

I’d thought I’d go for a quick 10 minutes but after 5 minutes and 1000m my puny little arms were burning from the inside out so it was time to stretch, shower and meet up with The Wife after her swim.

Three days into Juneathon and I’m feeling really good.  Now it’s time to relax with a beer or two, apparently it’s good for – Runners World says so!

Boulder begins to gather pace

I sit here to begin my next blog entry whilst The Wife is out with friends enjoying half price champagne at the Horseshoes and having ticked off day 2 of Juneathon!

A combination of a late finish at work and the apprehension of stepping up to running every day means I have played safe and repeated my swift 3km route from yesterday.  It gives my legs a chance to get used to running so frequently whilst at the same time trying to teach them to go a bit quicker!

As part of my 800km challenge I’d like to raise the bar and beat my 10k PB.  There’s some pride at stake too – I’m running in the Thame 10k later this month along with a whole swathe of my wife’s family, all of whom are or have been much better runners than I, and as I can’t ever switch off my competitive spirit I’d like to hold my own amongst them!  I’ve also got an added fundraising incentive: my MD has offered do double his £50 sponsorship pledge if I manage to beat 45 minutes in an official 10k.  And if I also complete a marathon.

He likes to set stretching targets but a marathon is whole different kettle of fish!

We’ll see what happens.  I am encouraged by improving on yesterday’s time, albeit by just a couple of seconds, but it’s improvement all the same.  The boulder has begun to gather some pace – let’s hope I can cling on to the momentum of Juneathon and tick off some of my goals.

Thanks for reading.

One Down, 29 To Go!

The Juneathon Logo

Having been to the gym last night I decided it best to start my Juneathon after work.  It wasn’t procrastination, honest!

As I’ve mentioned I’m two months into a fundraising challenge of running 800km this year for Maggies Cancer Centres – a massive step up from my previous years’ mileage totals and on-and-off running habits – so Juneathon has come just at the right time for me.

Month 1 saw a steady 53km covered which was upped, with the help of three 10k runs in Central Park whilst I was on holiday, to 80km covered in month 2.  I’m now looking to take another huge jump, with the help of Juneathon and the encouragement of it’s members.

I’d like to be able to cover at least 3km a day which, on top of my current regime of at least one 5km during the week and a longer 10-13km run at the weekend, could see me top 120km in month 3.

Now that I can comfortably cover my favoured distance of 10k I am looking to improve on my 19 month old PB of 51:47 and hopefully my 3km Juneathon bursts will help put some pace in my legs.

Tonight’s first run has given me some encouragement with the annoyingly-anonymous rap guy on Nike+  (should I know who he is? Lance and Paula both introduce themselves when I don’t need them to but I’m told to “drop it like it’s hot” by this very encouraging stranger!) telling me I’ve just run my fastest mile this year.  And on closer inspection of the data (something I have a unhealthy liking for) I also spot I’ve edged a few seconds off my fastest kilometre too.

In summary, I’m feeling good, I’m feeling motivated, I’m feeling excited.  Long may it continue!

Oh, and as this is only my third blog post, all constructive criticism is welcome.  Thanks for reading my ramblings.

Juneathon is nearly upon us

I’m new to this blogging lark.  And it’s thanks to another new thing in my life.

If it wasn’t for me starting to tweet, after watching the London Marathon 2011 (at the half way point), I would not have been made aware of Juneathon (www.juneathon.com) which according to the quote on the website is “an annual festival of activity and excuses”.  Basically the idea is you run (or do some sort of physical exercise) every day during June and then blog about it.

As I’m 2 months into a fundraising challenge to run 800km this year, it was another way for me to find motivation to cover the distance.

I write this nervously, having only decided to embark on Juneathon for sure as I type this.

That’s all for now as I’m off to the gym with my gorgeous wife (who puts up with all my running, tweeting and now blogging!)

My journey from charity plodder to running coach (and back again!)