While my Strava only shows half of the Great South route
with me disappearing into a puff of smoke at 5 miles their tracker does have me
finishing the course this year, arm in arm with L as we cross the line together.
Fit For Something
A Running Diary
Saturday, October 15, 2022
Great South Run
Saturday, October 8, 2022
Brewers 10k
Today it’s our warm-up race for next weekend’s Great
South Run. We run the Brewers 10K in Burton which is a new closed roads race
starting and finishing at the Pirelli stadium, the home of Burton Albion
Football Club. The route took us through Stretton and Rolleston before
returning to the Pirelli Stadium.
I take it easy, because I don’t have any choice these days,
and finish in 56 minutes. Then I head off to get the Lad out of the car so that
we can cheer L in. Unfortunately the days of having a nice buffer of time
between the two of us finishing are long gone and we have to yell our support from
a distance across the car park as we can’t get back to the course in time.
Saturday, August 13, 2022
Burton 10k
Today we do the Burton 10k. This is one of a dying breed - a local no frills race put on by a local running club in this case Hatton Darts. It’s not entirely no frills I suppose. There’s no medal (yay!) and you get a buff instead if you want one. I didn’t as it wasn’t my colour. You also get to finish with a lap of the athletics track, if you like that sort of thing but if you don't like that sort of thing you still have to do it.
It's also a challenging course being basically uphill for the first
5k,
including a really steep hill right at the start, and then largely
downhill for
the second 5k.
I did this in 47 minutes back in 2019. Following the great decline, I do it in just under 56 minutes this year.
Tuesday, July 26, 2022
The Run
Tonight The Run at Breaston.
This four miler that we’ve done several times before, this is my 6th time, starts and finishes at the Navigation pub where we set up my Dad up to watch. It’s not the most exciting of routes but it’s a good leg stretch for those of us trying to get back into running. A long leg stretch in my case, nearly 34 minutes worth. Slower than the 29 I did last time in 2019 but I wasn’t hobbling as much then and way off the 25s I did back in the day when I was a ‘younger’ person.
Saturday, June 18, 2022
Derby Ramathon
I am of course nowhere near fit enough for this race but I
struggle on regardless. L is again doing the 5 miler and my Dad has come to
support. We have dropped him off in the Market Place with a chair and instructions
of where best to watch us both start and finish.
When I start he is in position but by the time L starts ten
minutes later he’s gone AWOL. L retrieves him later from a cafĂ© from where he’d
headed to for a Full English. Which I’m sure was much enjoyable than watching
us run.
The route is the same as usual. Out along the main roads to
Elvaston, then through the Castle grounds before heading back along the river
and through Pride Park.
I was relatively pleased with November’s run where I went
from 8:30ish miles to 9:30ish miles and finished in 1:57. Here I start in the
9s and degrade into the 10s, struggling home in 2:04. Not the best.
Saturday, June 11, 2022
Grimsthorpe Gallop
Time for a bit of Canicross. The Lad and I are running 10k at the Grimsthorpe
Gallop. Whether this is good training or not for next week’s Ramathon I’m not
sure but it seems to be the only training I'm doing.
It’s a chaotic start with an all dog field but this could have been much worse as there's only 20 of us. L gets to start later in the saner human field. The dogs are doing one of three distances. Four do 10 miles, nine do 5k and seven do 10k.
The route is mostly off road with lots of grit paths which aren't really my forte. There's even a river crossing which we avoid and take the bridge but the photographer gets a really good photo of us that ends up on the results email. Pace wise the Lad keeps me at a 'reasonable' nine minute mile pace and stops me slacking.We finish 4th in our category which obviously sounds good but is very mid table when there's only seven of you..
Saturday, April 9, 2022
Brighton Marathon Weekend
The two and half year long build up to my Brighton Marathon misadventure
finally reaches its conclusion as we head down by train to Brighton after first
dropping the dogs off in kennels.
The event that was to have seen three of us celebrate L’s
sisters 50th birthday now has just one mug standing. Moi. The one
with only one leg. Although L is doing the 10k. Of which I am kind of jealous.
Despite supporting our chosen hotel by keeping our booking in
September 2020 after the second of three covid induced cancellations we have
now be bumped out of that hotel and have had to book a different one. This one
is called the New Madeira Seafront Hotel and as its name suggests it on the
seafront and right by Madeira Drive where the Marathon finishes. Perfect
planning you would say? Apart from the fact that it is practically a top a
cliff face and the rooms appear to be above a night club but this second issue turns
out to be fine. The first could be a problem tomorrow.
Having checked in we head down the cliff face to the race Expo
where we both have to register and pick up our numbers. Dragging everyone down
to Brighton a day early to do this seems to me rather cruel. It is also really
busy and the queues for collection are ridiculous even at supposed quiet times.
Luckily the wait for the 10k wasn’t too bad and as I’d
entered the Marathon on my Amex card I got a separate shorter ‘priority’ queue.
Which turns out to be a good call. If it wasn’t for that I would have joined
everyone else standing in a queue for ages which isn’t exactly what you need
just before a marathon.
Another issue with handing numbers out the day before rather
than posting them out meant that we didn't get our names on our numbers which is
pretty a useful thing to have for a marathon where crowd support is so vital.
Having got our numbers the next issue was that despite
knowing in advance what size t-shirts we wanted, they didn’t have enough in our
sizes. Apparently small ran out on Friday, medium on Saturday morning.
Then we had to drop our bags a day early because apparently
logistics meant they couldn't have a bag drop at the start this year. It's a
shame that there were all these issues the day before because race day itself
turns out to be really impressive.
On the day we walked up from the hotel to the start in Preston Park
dodging the cyclists that were on the course doing the Brighton Ride event.
With the 10k starting at 9am, over an hour before my start for the Marathon I
had lots of time to kill once there. It was actually one of the most chilled
starts to a race I've ever had. I got chance to watch L start and then made use
of the facilities provided by American Express – coffee, cakes, gels, water etc
and our own way of filtering into the start. Once again it was well worth
paying by Amex.
Eventually my wave came around and we were on our way. We
did a lap of the road around the outside of the park and then headed down through
the town towards the sea front. There were spectators everywhere lining the
route and then there just before I hit the coast at around the 5 mile point was
a beaming L, clearly buzzing after running a great 10k.
After a quick hug and a kiss I headed up the coast the three miles or so to Rottingdean but not quite as far as the Lido at Saltdean. Then we turn back towards Brighton where the pier more or less marks the halfway point. Once upon a time my target Marathon pace was nine minute miles, here I start at something closer to ten minute miles but hold this pretty consistently through halfway recording 2:08 for the half marathon which I was reasonably happy with. Obviously that’s not going to produce the coveted four hour marathon but if I could keep it going it would just about bring me in under 4:30.
I have to say that the first half of the race had been great and I’d almost enjoyed it. The route was varied, interesting and with some great views. It was a little hilly in places but not excessively so. The second half however... was a bit grim. It seems they were a bit devoid of quality ideas on how to add miles for the second half.From Brighton we head into Hove and a tour of the residential
streets which involved the very straight, very long and very boring Church Road.
Once you’re at the bottom of Church Road you have to U-turn and do it all over again
in the opposite direction. It’s a four mile stretch that feels like double that
distance. The words ‘repetitive slog’ doesn’t do it justice. I will never
forget Church Road. By now my pace was pushing out towards eleven minute miles
but that was ok, I had a bit in hand for a 4:30.
Church Road actually makes the next bit, the industrial
estate section including the infamous lap of the Power Station at mile 21, seem
almost seem sane. I guess the real problem here is the lack of crowd support here
which was a shame because crowd support around most of the course was brilliant.
You could literally have curled up in a corner somewhere and probably no one
would have noticed. This was actually very tempting.
The thing that does break up the monotony is the amazingly abundant
feed stations. They’d been impressive all along but were every mile for around
the last 10 miles. They were all well stocked with not only water but energy
drinks, gels, sweets and Oranges. The only thing missing was the beer. I could
have done with a strong one because by now I was now tumbling towards and then
into twelve minute miles, so 4:30 was long gone.
Apparently several people were tracking me online but by now,
because I was barely moving, they’d probably decided that the tracker was
playing up, like it had at the Great South leaving me stuck out on the course
for weeks later. They’ve probably all put the football on instead.
Then at long last we were on the promenade for the last two
miles or so. Two very long miles. L popped up again, as she had done
throughout, and I cling to her like a life raft before realising that I do
actually have to complete this damn thing. So off I go again, staggering down
Madeira Drive to a finish line that barely seemed to be getting any closer.
I finish in 4:41:58. They hand me a medal and my kit bag before
pointing me in the general direction of the meeting points e.g. somewhere to
collapse. There were bodies everywhere so it wasn’t easy to find my own
personal collapse zone. Eventually I see someone vacating a patch of ground and
claimed it for myself with not a lot of elegance. An alarmed helper quickly
appears from nowhere with a chair and possibly an oxygen tank. The chair was a very
nice gesture but I wasn’t really sure how he expected me to get into it. Thankfully
he had a solution to that and strong muscles as he hauled me into it.
Eventually L finds me which also means that I have to extract myself out of the chair and somehow make my way up the cliff face to the hotel. I made it halfway up the steps before my legs cramped up but there wasn’t really any stopping now that I was halfway up.
Would I do it again? Hmmmm.