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An odd Sunday

Whether this post ever makes it onto the blog, i’ll not know unless someone reads it. My computer or the internet or whatever seems so slow, it may still be loading tomorrow. So consider it a bonus (but not one i’d hold my breath for, to be honest!) if you are casting your eyes over my inane scribing.

So yes, today’s a Sunday. Yesterday, I got up early, realised a jump wasn’t on the cards, cleaned the car (knowing not that now, it looks as though it hasn’t been done for a week after driving back from Hastings through two separate floods), bought a paper then popped off to buy my marathon trainers. Two pairs of Asics Cumulus 10 in a size 7.5 later, I was happy and keen to run again.

But first, it was off to Cathy’s for a printer purchase, fantastic meal, lazy evening, restless night knowing I had to go to work today and a rude 5.30 alarm call. At least it was a half hour lie-in, but it’s never good on a Sunday. And then the bad luck was compounded in finding the Blackwall Tunnel shut, so a diversion along the A13 and a donation to the Dartford toll at least caused a variation to the journey, even if it, too, wasn’t welcome.

Still, it was nice and crisp (or damn cold, if you prefer), the day was reasonably productive and I got home mid-afternoon to find the chocolate i’d left at Cathy’s had been scoffed already. Not fair. So I took my mind off such things, completed my application to the Santa Race, donned my mid thickness jumper, a shirt, tights, gloves, hat and new trainers for a run.

Yep, it was cold.

My teeth were chattering for the first 1/2 mile, but I was trying a new running style so wasn’t paying it too much heed. The style was recommended by the man in the trainer shop to ease the shocks through my legs on longer runs and make me faster on shorter ones (he promises me 3 more minutes off my 10k times if I practice and join the occasional group run – that’s a lot of motivation!) but it seems very weird at the moment. I can’t control my speed with it and end up sprinting at all times, with my breathing reflecting this, so it’s not a long distance option at the minute. I’ll continue to practice, but the way my legs are now aching, i’m not sure. But then, I have run every other day for the week, so maybe an ache or two is due.

I didn’t time the run at all, it was my flat 5.4miler and was about 44-46 minutes, with 6 stops to re-assess my running gait and try to improve it without sprinting off, so something’s ok still, I guess. Oddly, my toe feels ok, my left shin feels tired, so i’ll stretch the crap out of it over the course of the evening to repair any damage.

Oh, and 6mm of rain fell on the garden.

Right, time for steak. And potatoes. And peas. And mustard. And tomatoes. And cucumber.


It’s on!

After publishing great plans for a 3 run week, Wednesday came and went in a blur of being far too busy in the evenings and becoming stressed at not having time to think, let alone relax after a shitty day at work. So, I decided to knock the run on the head and hoover, tidy up and think for a change.

But tonight was going to be different. I knew a run was on as I hit my leg, just above the knee on a lump of balcony steel on site, causing a lump and graze, proving bad enough to induce a limp all day – seems whwnever I plan a run I hurt myself so it was all looking good.

And it was. I planned a 6.2 mile pre 10k race effort, hopefully at an easy pace especially with the leg and definitely owing to my left big toe once again feeling painful and being swollen. I don’t know what it is with it, i’m thinking now i’ll get it checked out – it’s been long enough. Still, I set off for the hilly route, eased the first mile away and found myself happily distracted to hear an old favourite sound as I cleared the first bit of Alexandra Park. When cars used to be cars, they all sounded different. The one I used to hate at the time, and latterly love owing to it being one of the last true individual sounds to linger in production, was the early Ford Fiesta. And, my hearing being a touch dull lately (just ask Cathy), I was glad when I didn’t let myself down and an old “W” reg Fiesta came past, underpowered as it was, in horrible but very tidy orange paint. An old decent Fiesta. I felt quite nostalgic. But the moment passed, the car pulled away to be replaced by modern monotony and two mopeds, I cleared the second climb easily and proceeded onto the next.

Easy pace continuing, I perked right up near the top when what did I see? Only a “Y” reg Fiesta, this time in yellow, parked at the side  of the road. Splendid, two in one run, having not seen any for what seems an age. And at about 400 yards from my turnaround point, I got a good look back down the first bit of hill on the return leg, so it was all good. Sadly this was the highlight of the run. I got back reasonably fresh, a bit late for a Friday, but apart from that, and my now very swollen toe, all was well.

Then, on getting home and opening my post, I found my ACCEPTED magazine for the London Marathon.


4 years of trying and finally I get let in. I’m excited. I’m happy. I’m worried how much training i’ll put in over the winter, but it’s all good.

I’ll say now, I want to do it properly, once. So, my aim is a) to finish and b) in under 4 hours. Possibly a touch optimistic knowing my training will be limited by work hours and a desire to enjoy life between now and then, but hey, i’ve got to dream. and if I only managed a 2 hour half, i’d be distraught, so I can knock a fair bit off my pace and still do it, so i’ll try. (Have I written before that for this year’s Hastings Half I did next to no training due to injury, decided to run only on the morning of the race, set off really slowly (9 minute miles) for the first 5 miles while considering stopping for damage limitation’s sake, but carried on to mile 10 when I realised I was fresh enough for a sprint so did the last 3.1 miles in 22 minutes with an overal time of 1.52? I know I have the pace ( I hadn’t run over 7 miles since new year before the half) I just have to stay injury free and put in the miles.)


So, a good weekend planned. And loads more running to come through the winter. Until then, 1mm rain, 78 cars. Nice.