Bluewater 10K

No matter your level of fitness Anyone… Anyone! Can complete a 10K

Not so fresh from my two weeks rest after the London Marathon, I carried on running through my dull aches, especially first thing in the morning heading down the stairs and my Achilles tendons were both really stiff and starting to hurt? And simply walking down 12 steps of stairs felt more like I was descending Mount Everest but… give it an hour or two and the pain would go so surely this is nothing to worry about… surely? << (spot the mistake)

I found myself fit enough that I could run a mile comfortably on average around 6:30 pace. So with bit of luck for the Bluewater 10K I may just be able to push hard and sneak under the 40 minute barrier? This was a SheRunsHeRuns now Sweatshop 10K race around the very large shopping centre of Bluewater and surrounding area. I ran this event for the first time in 2009 and was impressed with the pre race t shirt, race and after race goody bag. The free t shirt they sent to you albeit the sizes they supplied do come into question? Suddenly my usual medium was way too small and I needed to swap this on race day for an extra large?

There appeared to be about 3-4,000 runners all congregating in one of the car parks behind House of Fraser and we were greeted with a few stalls and a loud PA, before making your way up the flyover towards the start line. This year was dark and overcast with a slight chill, which was a complete contrast to last years heat, which even at such an early start, was a struggle to run in!

The usual faces from the Sweatshop Saturday morning 4K runs were ever present along with a few club runners. I performed my warm up early and took my place fairly near the front of the field. It then amazed me seeing officials escorting a group of Africans/Kenyans to the very front with seconds to spare to the start of the race? Who are they? What’s going on? Can they not see the queue of runners behind! As it happens these runners would turn out to be the eventual prizewinners in both men’s and women’s races. Got me thinking….. If the organisers “arranged” for these runners to run and then these runners claimed the prize money? Isn’t this some sort of fix? As other runners obviously haven’t got a chance of winning then have we!! Hmmmm

Enough of this moaning it was time for me to get into the zone and concentrate on maintaining my pace. The Mayor of Dartford started the race with his hooter and as usual, I went tearing off with the other runners. This course is by no means flat and where we started at the top of the flyover and headed slightly downhill, I found myself tearing off with the other runners that is until you bear left (Grrrrr Reginald D Hunter gag??) and up an incline. By now realisation reminds me I can not maintain this pace and have to back off. I have found myself breathing rather heavily and to be honest I don’t think I’ve run through the first kilometre marker yet? While my body re-adjusts I’m overtaken by a handful of runners until I have actually re found my form and I’m actually running with a group of four runners who maybe without knowing it we’re helping each other as we each take it in turns to run to the front. Bizarrely enough I seem strongest when it comes to inclines but on the flat stretches, I fell behind? (Hmmm note to self there during my next training). As per each kilometre, appear to be under the magic 4 minutes. Well that is until we go to half why around the place called Stone and there is a long incline and then running back towards Bluewater itself we’re faced with several hills and descent’s before the last decent back towards the dual carriage way to the finish.

As you can see any advantage I had running below 4 minute kilometre meaning a sub 40 minute race would be quickly wiped away due to the test this course has now thrown in front of us. The group of four now appears to be two but the thought of running a sub 40 albeit “just” was seriously spurring me onwards. It was starting to hurt especially as there was one more incline back to the finish line. A few spectators were standing on the bridge almost obscuring the 800metres to go sign. Absolutely out of breath from some sort of sprint finish I did cross the line in 39:36. Wow somehow I did have a few seconds to spare on each kilometre marking so it seemed. Well chuffed I collected my absolutely packed goody bag and rewarded myself with a sports massage from the legendary Chris Domoney of the Sports Clinic shop at Bluewater. He was a very busy man that day but managed to squeeze me in seeing him. Proper wise old owl when it comes to running. Please pay him a visit and say i said Hi

Garmin 305 Data:-

http://connect.garmin.com/player/36692114

You’ve run a Marathon........ Now What?

When I finished the marathon in 2009, it was not until Wednesday until I could eat again properly and get over having severe stomach cramps, pain and bathroom issues! Not to mention my incredibly sore muscles. I ran that 26.2 miles and the first experience of self abuse my body has ever experienced in this absolute pounding and introduction into the world of marathon running

2010 I was obliviously a stronger person and had experience in knowing how to deal with after race recovery. When I finished this race I slipped off my shorts and stepped into my Skins, I soon drank a premade smoothie and chomped on my mars bar from my goodie bag. When I got home, I ate a bowl of soup. I was tired but walking around fine in myself, which only meant all I had to work on soothing my muscles. I massage would have been the answer but I was going down the route of just hobbling around and taking painkillers. I tried a foam roller but even laying on the “foam” made equipment was damn painful enough and painful enough for me to say forget this.

I was still buzzing from the marathon and two weeks later, I was itching to go back running again! This was going to be a huge mistake in my running schedule! After all, I had sat up all night and trying to enter the 2011 race and thinking, I would be accepted I thought about starting my training early once again. Oh yes I found it hard but battled on through all the dull aches I was feeling. After all, in six weeks time I had the Bluewater 10k I want to be fighting fit for that, as it is one of my local races….

It’s Marathon Time!........

The person who starts the race is not the same one that finishes the race

You may have read in my earlier blog that in my desperate ways to run in the marathon full of health and injury free, didn’t exactly go to plan. Two weeks prior to the marathon, I went to an evening football match straight from work. Hungry I didn’t really want a quick fry fat filled burger so decided to head to the high street restaurant know as the “golden arches” not ideal nutrition but it will suffice keeping hunger at bay for just the one evening as I tucked into one of there value meals. I did this and attended the football match but the following day…. I was having a few problems at work and by the Friday, I had to ring up sick and spent the weekend in arms reach of any toilet, thanking god that the marathon was not actually this weekend. On the Monday, I felt no better and had to book an appointment at my doctors. A few questions later, I was prescribed antibiotics for the next seven days and a week off work, diagnosed with food poisoning. Now I wouldn’t mind if I ate in some run down place with obvious poor hygiene, but in a branch of a high street restaurant? That’s taking the p

I now had my dilemma now as I had visibly lost weight and not being able to run at all!! This clearly was not my idea of tapering towards the big day, as my prescribed antibiotics were due to finish on the Tuesday before the marathon. I was not sure how this illness would affect my body and how much it had weakened it. Maybe it was the usual tricks your mind plays on you up to the build up to the race but I was determined to run and not post back my deferral letter but If I wasn’t strong enough to run…. let alone 26 miles what would be the point of running?

Of course, family and friends said I shouldn’t run but being a stubborn old goat I couldn’t bring myself to defer. I made sure I gave my body at lease a chance to recover and drank water little and often and had soups for lunch and dinner. I got daring at times by having bread with it too. Although I was feeling stronger I obviously was still concerned if I had the strength in me to go the distance, especially as I after last years run I had experience knowing how much this was going to take out of me and then I was in a fitter state, I still suffered heavily. It’s just horrible what thoughts go through your head that after a years training (A WHOLE YEAR!) the one time that you want to be fit and ready you have to pull out but don’t worry you can defer to…. “Next year” Well actually that is nowhere near the point and a very bitter pill to swallow. To the outsider to say this to you clearly they won’t understand what a painful and thoughtless comment this is to make as you don’t understand how much time and effort and sweat you’ve just put in for your one day of glory! No matter what level of fitness you run at to “Defer!” for ANOTHER year will mean you have trained for two years for this one attempt of running 26.1 miles. I know at times there is no option and w should show a certain degree of patience but seriously, now that’s taking the p. Am I able to get my point of view across why posting my entry back for injury/illness and “deferring” is something I don’t want to do now or ever and anyone that does I hope it was your final, final, final option?

The final week approached and all message boards were going mad with people looking forward to race day, the streets where I live people were putting their banners up showing support for the London marathon, engineers were also doing there part on Blackheath common preparing the start line and it’s attractions. I left thinking about collecting my number to the Saturday just in case I fought a losing battle and had to defer my race entry but still on my soup and sipping loads of water little and often I took one of my daughters up to the Excel centre early Saturday morning. So early, in fact we had to queue outside. While we waited there seemed to be a commotion up front and oblivious to what was going on… Sir Richard Branson walked past with his virgin team of runners. My daughter looked at him none the wiser while everyone else gasped as people fumbled for their camera phones! The doors opened and in we went. I queued one last time with my passport and registration form and obtained my race number…. No going back now and ventured into the exhibition. Now I turned into a big kid! I have vowed even if I am not running the London Marathon this is one event that I will attend to meet stars, company’s freebies and just to see which direction the running market is heading in and if there is anything beneficial to me.

As I entered into the Adidas section there was team virgin with Ricky Whittle standing there. Now would you believe my daughter really likes him seeing him on strictly come dancing and to be honest knows her mum fancies him for his flexing muscles would you believe. Therefore, it was an opportunity to ask him nicely if he would have a picture with my daughter. What a gent he didn’t mind one bit and even shared a joke or two with her. Beside Ricky was Michelle Heaton, all dolled up looking more like a Barbie doll rather than someone about to run 26.1 painful miles tomorrow. Along with her posing…. Over my dead body was I going to ask her for any photograph or autograph and proceeded to ignore her walking past to which I sensed she expected me to show her the same attention that I showed to Ricky, Hmmm as if!! Now compared to the next person we saw, being Sir Richard Branson I’m sorry this was a chance in a lifetime and literally dragging my daughter with me! I mean seriously dragging her I braved it and went up and I asked if he minded having his picture taken with my daughter. Phew? He agreed and started to prepare my camera. What a result when his PA stopped and asked me if I wanted to get in the picture to! Ha, what a result. Yes please! In addition, what a marvellous photo she took! I was so pleased and even more that my daughter met the sponsor of this marathon and a very rich and powerful man. She was still oblivious to his status but I was over the moon, what illness I could tackle anything right now? Still beaming proceeded to look around the exhibition picking up freebies and leaflet upon leaflet before stopping for a bagel for our lunch before heading home preparing my bag over and over making sure I hadn’t forgotten anything before making sure I headed to bed early for as many hours sleep that I possibly could get! Oh and don’t forget to charge up my Garmin!

When I woke up the next day, I actually was disappointed to see it was a dark and grey looking day. Nether the less I had a pint of water, a bagel with jam and said my goodbye’s to the family as my lift arrived driving me to the outskirts of Blackheath before I walked across the field to the red start of Greenwich Park. Last year I started from the common and being in the park, I felt most annoyed and in fact hindered, as I had seen over the years how hard it looked for runners actually getting out of such an obvious bottleneck. I found my pen and started to get into my routine making sure I stretched all important muscle groups that usually cause me grief. One energy bar later and I decided to hand in my bag to the baggage collectors… Just as I did that, the heavens opened up. Damn typical! In addition, with no jacket on I had to squeeze in with other runners somewhere under a tree. This short but heavy shower soon passed and made my last phone call arranging a finish line meet up point. Five minutes to go now so time to switch on my fully charged Garmin….. Locating Satellite….….. Locating Satellite….….. Locating Satellite…. OH come on! Don’t do this now!!. Turn it off and try again….….. Locating Satellite…. Is it the overhead clouding blocking my signal? Alternatively, several thousand people all doing the same thing slowing my connection down. Even though I cut it fine, I got my signal and I was already to run. At the last minute, I decided to race my virtual partner and race him to the line in 3hrs 20 minutes! The hooter sounded and we were off. I’m afraid to say as I headed down alongside Greenwich Park we passed the first set of traffic lights and there by the side of the road was a huge hedge. Many men were diving into it to have a P. The thing is I was in no urgency to go, but seeing so many use it I’m afraid I had to too, so now I’m ooooh a massive three minutes behind my schedule. Upon re-joining the mass and reflecting I think it actually only took me two to three minutes to get out of Greenwich park and that really wasn’t as bad as I first thought it would be.

Now my race was on! Glancing at the hordes of people lining the street cheering just about everyone on I set about my strategy. I wish I was mentally minded to run and judge my own pace without glancing down at my Garmin every now and then (Probably more than I realise) to get an idea of how I’m performing? It seems to be an obsession to check the Garmin rather than concentrating on my own running?

I have only ever experienced the “London” as a Marathon but what an atmosphere! People lining the streets cheering and shouting out names of complete strangers because they have their name on their running vest, children waving flags looking out for family friends cheering everyone on is such a morale booster. I love the fact to people also blatantly use the marathon as an EXCUSE to open all their windows and doors just to play their stereo excessively loud adding to the atmosphere without complaint from any neighbours, come to think of it I’d do exactly the same too.

Back to my running and I know a huge weakness of mine is always to go racing off, kidding myself that all is fine without taking into consideration the length of the race. I tell myself to slow down at a steady pace but whilst running I feel fine so why do I need to slow down? Maybe I have another twenty miles to run is the answer but nah! Keep going, go on. Keep up with that runner over there. S/He’s pulling away from me, so I had better speed up a little. Take a Gel a sip of fluids and keep pushing. As it happens the noise increases through Bermondsey then up and over Tower Bridge turning right it’s great to see unlike (last year) the leader and his followers  has not run past on the other side of the dual carriage way. Half way now and another look at my watch, I have noticed I have run the first half of this race a measly 3 minutes slower than my half marathon ‘personal best’. Three minutes is really nothing and now I have another 13.1 miles to go! By the time, I got to 15 miles I found myself having to work harder trying to keep up with those runners I had marked earlier. This time though I’m finding it hard to see them and now swarms of other runners appear to be passing me with ease. Time for a gel and energy bar quick. This must be a sign of hitting the wall? 18 miles and I am finding myself pulling to one side of the road to stay out of the way of fellow runners. Clearly now tearing off in the earlier miles has now returned with vengeance that my body cannot cope with. I even had time to take in and listen to the Brazilian samba theme playing their steal drums. Even this could not motivate me to increase my running stride; I physically could not do it. I was running on empty and every mile marker seemed longer than 1.61km and each one was getting slower than the last.

As the turn back up the A13 heading to the last 6 miles, reaching mile 23 I saw two friends who afterwards said I looked well, and running strongly. Pfft clearly not how my body felt inside! Getting to Mile 23 and getting to the Lucozade stand I grabbed everything I could carry. I even took a bottle from commonwealth medallist Liz Yelling who was helping on this stand. 3.1 miles to go and the crowds along the roads are gathering and the noise levels increasing but honestly when your body says It’s had enough, I’m sorry but no matter what you instruct you limbs to do mentally, physically… is another matter. You could go as far as saying your muscles down tools and go on strike. I knew my game was now up but for the last effort just keep on going. What would be the point in stopping now? I new the rest of team Brooks would be watching from Birdcage Walk and it was a huge relief and great sight to see them with just yards to go. Mentally I had given up and did not care too less how many people came roaring past me with their sprint finish. I was a sitting duck but a positive I can take form this race although it was still as hard as last years race (although I now have more experience) was that I was 32 minutes quicker. Quite a hefty chunk because at that rate in three years time, I could possibly. threaten the marathon world record, but don’t hold your breath.....


Garmin 305 Data:-
http://connect.garmin.com/player/31375036

Building up to the VLM.

During the following weeks recovery after my Watford half marathon consisted as usual with an hour rub down from Chris, my Physio catching up, sharing tales, and soaking as much knowledge that I can from this wise old owl. This still had me thinking ahead to Aprils Virgin London Marathon. I do use the Watford half marathon as my build up and preparation. I know a lot of people use the Silverstone Adidas half marathon but that’s in March and I’d panic if I ever ran this and got myself injured that I couldn’t run the London Marathon only four weeks later. The adidas marathon is obviously bigger and more popular than Watford but now is the time my mind plays games on me as I try not to get injured and glare at people who even dare to cough or sneeze over me when I’m trying to stay germ free and be physically and mentally fit!! I know people do and have to pull out from the London Marathon but seriously, I do not want to be (ever)put in that dilemma! (A little selfish I know )

Next on my agenda is to look at new trainers (New ones!! i only bought a pair last month?!?) because for me the Asics Kayano’s are a complete joke. This is a trainer that surprisingly costs £120(£80 from sports direct). Obviously it suits others hence the bulk purchases but spending this much  I thought I was getting the Rolls Royce for trainers, clearly far from it, and it saddened me I had to put them on eBay and sold them for £45

Now, on my way too or from work i ventured regularly into Sweatshop, runners need and Asics back to Asics, runners need and sweatshop asking question after question and getting several different answers each time from these shop assistants? How can buying trainers be so hard or am I just being a complete div?? I would like a size 9 maybe 9 ½(allowing for extra space as I do not want trophy’s of black toenails) in a shoe for very slight over-pronation. I watched and analyzed each of my gait tests like a hawk and oddly my left leg lands and pushes off perfectly indicating I need a neutral shoe but my right leg slightly over pronates. As I run a lot due to training and race in half and the odd full marathon it’s been advised and seems to be safer for me to have a little support, so what could possible be the confusion in a shop for a light over pronating shoe? In the end I was getting the right hump and one day stormed into sweatshop with the “Just give me the asics 1150’s” and lets get this over with attitude all because I used and loved last years 1140’s.

I had a month to get used to them and wear them in before the London Marathon and first reaction on a ten mile run was that they’re not as good as last years 1140’s... I actually was well gutted about the 1150’s as they seemed firmer with no spring or bounce that the 1140’s had? Why the dramatic change Asics? BUT read the magazine reviews the 1150’s get editor awards for most improved shoe?? EH??? I could absolutely not believe this and disagreed seeing the Editors award logo plastered next to the picture of the 1150's. My only assumption was that every other 2010 must be awful if this trainer got such a high rating? I then started a mini campaign running through St James's Park or Hyde Park to see how many other runners had Asics 1150's... I spotted one other person so i thought "there" i rest my case.

Watford Half Marathon - 7th February 2010

As you may remember our year started in Kent and London covered in snow which made running virtually impossible and a shock to my system as it dawned on me how am i going to keep up with my mileage training for April’s marathon? I’ve actually always been against using running machines (No heavy impact which is easier to run on, no wind resistance and a motorised belt propelling you along?) I always thought using one of these things and at times expensive things was cheating!! When the snow came and i had no choice but to keep my running trainers indoors the penny finally dropped..... wow these machines are actually quite handy. Alas i had no access to a running machine so i sat there seething trying to melt the snow and ice whilst my blood boiled not being able to run.

What seemed like an eternity (17 days) the snow finally melted the next thing on my agenda was to choose my next running shoes whilst upping my mileage for the Watford Half marathon in February. The training for a half marathon isn’t a problem. I’m getting some experience running these. My problem is actually choosing a comfortable pair of shoes? I appear to fail in this area of running almost every time i step into a store. I started with a pair of Brooks and last year ran in a pair of Asics 1140’s. WOW absolutely loved them but speaking to an assistant the Kayano 16’ would be the trainers for me as he gave me his know doubt rehearsed sales pitch. So suckered in i bought them  from Sport Direct  at almost half their retail price... thinking i had a right bargain! Notice how i said “thinking”.

Well convinced by the “assistant” i hit the streets with my cut price high end trainers. Oh my god from the very first day i had a pinching pain across the top of both feet. The laces kept coming undone no matter how much i pulled them tightly, they felt like deep sea diving boots rather than running trainers and could not believe these £120 trainers felt so uncomfortable?

My Asics 1140’s were too far worn so i still ventured up to Watford with my Kayano’s in February as part of my running club with the MPAA to yet another very cold start to the Asics half marathon. Not sure if you have run this course before but i resent this course with a passion!! Its obviously not as the notorious beachy head that  ive heard so much about but as an asthmatic the amount of hills thrown into this course makes this a very, very hard half marathon for me indeed.  Although we arrived late and i had to leave my driver struggling to find car park space as i headed to the start line for my warm up and last minute pre race routine drills.

For me the race was still in preparation for the London Marathon and i have to say all went to plan with taking my fluids, gels and keeping up with my pace my only concern was with my Kayano 16’s? I still had to stop half way round to tie my laces and the tops of my feet still felt like they were getting pinched. This was actually taking my mind of the pain of running such distance compared to the pain shooting through my legs with every foot strike. I was more than happy to finish the course waving to my daughter and mum holding off one cheeky person trying to out sprint me to the line in the last few metres. I came home in 1hr 34mins which is currently my half marathon PB considering last year i ran this same course in 1hr 46mins which i think is quite an improvement? One handshake later and a goody bag to collect. I was too tired(again) or too lazy to warm down (........BIG MISTAKE i know) i stepped into my SKINS compression tights and dived into a warm car and headed back home down the M1.

Looking through my mile splits on my Garmin. I was quite pleased as felt they were consistent even through the changes of terrain. I wouldn’t say i was ready to run another 13.1miles but apart from my footwear i think all went to plan for me.  http://connect.garmin.com/splits/24284735

The last two years i’ve managed to sneak a place in the London marathon so this race has been run with one eye on the marathon just two months late,r so i haven’t felt the need to push it on these days? I still hate the race organiser as why oh why would you plan a course with so many hills? If i came from Africa then bring it on! As i am not oh come on then give me a break!! please

Hi everyone!!!

I never thought i would start a blog of my own but... lets give it a go now and see how it goes in my world totally occupied by running... well when not injured as the dreaded Achilles Tendonitis has found its way into my life and its very unwelcome. I've suffered with ITB pain before but i think Achilles Tendonitis has been far more painful :-(