Friday, 24 October 2014

Rungry

I originally intended for this blog to be a way to record the human feelings in support of the statistics.  I have a spread sheet that says I ran 10km today, I have a blog to say, “Ran 10km today, it felt great, the weather was amazing , but I have a niggling pain in my hip”.  I haven’t really been using the blog that way but that’s alright – it’s evolved!  Today however, I will use the blog that way….

10ktober is nearly over and it’s been tough going.  I only have 7 more runs and I am glad.  It’s been really difficult to make the time to run this distance now that I am back working again.  Fortunately I’ve managed to get out at lunch times most days but this wont go on forever as I start to find my feet in my new role and get busier.  One thing I have noticed through 10ktober is that I am eating a lot more, I am hungry a lot.  Without carrying out a proper scientific experiment and establishing a  “Steve not running 10km every day” control group, I have jumped to the conclusion that there is a co-relation between running 10km every day and being hungry a lot.  I have therefore christened this phenomenon, “runger”.  I am really “rungry”. 

Rungry

Again, as a layman and not a sports nutritionist, I assume it’s simple arithmetic and I am burning through a lot more calories than my body is used to, and hunger (runger) is the result?  Between 1st – 24th October, my runs burned through 22,658 calories or an average of 944 per run (disclaimer:  this is based on my Garmin’s estimate using, time, distance, my height and weight – I don’t use my heart rate monitor). 

I am not particularly bothered about my runger, but it has shown me that if I am serious about this running malarkey and really want to improve my distance and/or times, I should pay more  attention to what I am eating.  I knew this already because people that know what they are talking about told me, but like a “Wet Paint” sign, I had to touch it to make sure!    

Tuesday, 21 October 2014

Men's Health Survival of the Fittest

Men’s Health Survival of the Fittest Race Report

On Sunday I ran the Edinburgh Men’s Health Survival of The Fittest with Kata, Rachel H, Brian, and Steve.  It was great fun.  It’s not a race for the running purist, but as an event it was excellent. 

The start

This is part of The Rat Race Survival of the Fittest series and essentially it is a 10km (it was more like 11.5km) run around Edinburgh tackling obstacles of varying degrees of difficulty and deviousness.  We were quite lucky with the weather.  When I woke up in the morning it was pretty grim and we got soaked by the rain when we walked down to Princes St Gardens at 9am to register and collect our race packs.  By the time we started the rain was mostly off and the sun was out. 

We're off!

We had debated at great length what costumes our team was going to run in (it just seemed to be taken for granted that we WERE running in costumes).  Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles was the preferred option, but no one could decide how to make the costumes and in the end we decided on a much simpler option and tackled this challenge dressed as The Village People.  It was a great decision.  The team looked fantastic and we got a lot of positive comments from marshals and fellow runners.  For some reason it was only as we were running through The Pleasance that it occurred to me how ridiculous we must look.  The best reactions were from pedestrians who saw one of us first, looked really confused, then saw the others and then the recognition dawned.  Very funny.  The outfits seemed okay to run in and miraculously my moustache stayed more or less in place throughout the whole race!

Looking nervously at the water...

Letting the Cowboy and Builder (ha ha "Cowboy Builder") test the way...

Yeah it's as cold and dirty as it looks.

We tackled the course at a leisurely place making sure to keep together.  I say leisurely, but we weren’t slow.  We just weren’t hammering it.  It cost £63 each so I think we were entitled to take our time, savour it, and get our money’s worth!!!!    

We were in the last wave of starts and got underway at 12:15.  The race started in Princes St Gardens and the first obstacle was hurdling over some plastic road block type thingies.  This wasn’t too challenging, but being 6ft helped.  Kata and Rachel had to work a bit harder on this one!

I can’t remember all of the obstacles or in what order but I’ll try my best.  The start of the race feels like a very long time ago!

From Princes St Gardens we ran up on to The Royal Mile.  One of the great things about this race was that it took me along paths and staircases in Edinburgh that I didn’t know existed.  Our route from Princes St Gardens up to The Castle was one of these paths.  On The Royal Mile we tacked some bales of hay.  Again, not too difficult, it was like running up and down stairs made of hay.  Next up on The Royal Mile were some trailers parked at angles that we basically had to jump up on to, run through, and jump out of.  So far so good although again, height is an advantage for this.  In fact height is a huge advantage for just about everything on The Survival of the Tallest Fittest.  Shortly after the trailers were a couple of walls about 6 ft high.  Using team work to lift each of us over (had to go back for the last person – no one get’s left behind) we got over the walls and ran off in the direction of Calton Hill. 

Calton Hill presented the obstacle I had been dreading and was sure wasn’t on the course – monkey bars.  In the end they weren’t too bad and the wide distance between rungs helped with momentum as we swung our way to victory.  Another obstacle here was what I believe they call the ‘parkour zone’.  Essentially this was like being a child and climbing over and under things.  Climbing over fences, crawling under boxes, crawling through gaps in a fun house type construction – it was a good laugh.  I was concerned about my dodgy back but I concentrated on making sure I didn’t bend it in any way that would put a certain end to my 365 day running challenge.  Climbing over a  cargo net on Calton Hill was the first time my dislike of being high up bothered me but I manned up and completed it no problem.  Crawling under a net later on was made easier when I heard a marshal shouting the advice of, “heads down, hips up”.

Getting a helping hand.

One of the first obstacles in Holyrood Park was the most bizarre.  I can almost imagine the event organisers sitting in the pub inventing obstacles and clearly by the time they got to this one they were really drunk or else were running out of ideas – come to think of it this idea might have been thought of on the way HOME from the pub and very drunk because basically it was Stealing Traffic Cones.  We picked up a traffic cone, run around some trees, put the traffic cone back where we found it and ran off!  Weird!  Later on we would do the exact same thing again only this time with sand bags. 

The edge of Hollywood Park had essentially been taken over by Survival of the Fittest and there were a lot of obstacles based here.  There was an inflatable bouncy castle type thing that had to be run through.   After Steve basically launched himself through and I didn’t hear any screams from the other side, I decided it must be safe and followed suit.  I think this is where my Garmin may have accidentally become paused – I missed about 1km of the route due to an accidentally paused Garmin.  Also in and around Holyrood Park was a spider web thing made of ropes that had to be negotiated, dribbling a football around some cones and scoring a goal (another odd one, I think they just used the pitch because it was there), and the Slip and Slide which was brilliant!  The Slip and Slide was a plastic sheet covered in water at the top  of a hill, once you sat on your bum and reached terminal velocity at the bottom of the plastic sheet, you shot at great speed down the rest of the by now very muddy hill.  It was both terrifying and wonderful – I think this whole thing is just an excuse to behave like children for a couple of hours.  I am not sure my shorts will ever be the same again though and I can now understand why in my childhood my mum got annoyed when I came home with dirty clothes!

This was the hardest obstacle for me, Kata shows how it's supposed to be done.

We jogged/walked up Radical Road which although not a man made obstacle, was probably the toughest part of the course.  It was blowing a gale up there for good measure and my moustache nearly got blown off.  Leaving Holyrood Park we ran along the route of The Innocent Railway which I had never heard of and didn’t know was there.  Very interesting indeed – Edinburgh is a great city and I am lucky to live here.   

I’ll skip to the end and Princes Street Gardens because the two fingers I use for typing are getting tired.  It was great running back into the gardens and despite us being in the last wave there was still a very decent sized crowd cheering us on (and laughing at our costumes).  The whole event had a festival/party atmosphere and was great to be part of.    In Princes St Gardens they turned the obstacles up to eleven.  Crawling through muddy water, scaling a climbing wall (terrifying – I tried  to skip it but was guilted into climbing it by Kata and a marshal), walking through the freezing water of unfortunate depth, and  being re-born according to Kata by squeezing ourselves through a press made of tyres.  It all got a bit intense at the last. 

Kata being "re-born"

The final obstacle and about 10 metres from the finish line is The Wall of Fame, is an 8ft high, sheer wall.  Just as our team was approaching the bottom, the DJ started playing YMCA.  It was surreal and hilarious.  Some great teamwork got us all to the top of the wall just in time for the chorus.  As we stood at the top miming out the YMCA letters in the standard, time honoured  fashion, for a moment we were rock stars!  Granted,  novelty, 1970s disco  rock stars, but rock stars none the less.  We jumped (dropped) off the wall  just before the runners behind us lost their good humour and pushed as off.  We crossed the line hand in hand. 

We finished in a time of 1hr 41mins but in no way did it feel that long.  There were plenty of obstacles along the way and the route covered so many different areas that it never felt like we were running for any length of time at all.  We probably ran uninterrupted for no longer than 5 minutes at any one time.  There was a lot of chatting and good banter along the way and it’s the first race ever where I was disappointed to see the finish line.  Near the end one of the marshals directed us to “turn left for the finish or turn right to start again”.  I think she was joking but I wouldn’t have minded turning right. 

We didn’t have a drink in the beer tent due to the enormous queue, so we had our team celebration in The Queen’s Arms. 

The end

Thanks to Brian for suggesting and the race in the first place and then for organising everything.  Even The Village People costumes were his idea (although I think he was joking).  Same time next year?  We have time to work on our Ninja Turtles costumes! 

Thursday, 16 October 2014

And I Would Run 1000km....

Today, on day 133 of The Most Runningist Year Ever, the odomoeter ticked over 1000km.  Total distance ran so far is just over 1,001km.  I've checked and it's only 981km from my flat to Paris.  This means that I could have run to Paris and been on my way back by now.   I'm not sure if the 981km includes the English Channel which is difficult to run on.  Do you wear fell shoes, or trail shoes for channel crossings?  Flippers?

Ran to Leith about 120 times instead!


The average distance ran per day over the course of this challenge so far is 7.53km.  I am always pushing myself and I'm never really satisfied, but I have got to be quite pleased with that.

Here's the latest log.  

Sunday, 12 October 2014

Beautiful Autumn Morning in Edinburgh

Not a big update today, but I just wanted to record what a beautiful morning it was today.  Running around Arthur's Seat was great.  There was another spectacular view that I didn't photograph, coming down Arthur's Seat (anti-clockwise) the view of Calton Hill popping out over the gold and red leaves was stunning.  Running isn't just good for physical fitness*, it's good for the soul.

*Possibly running is bad for fitness.  Every runner I've ever met is complaining about some pain or injury.

Beautiful Autumnal Morning - Squint Horizon (I was running)

Looks like I missed an organised run in Holyrood Park. Whatever, I was done before they started.

A regular run.

Thursday, 9 October 2014

10ktober and Stuff

I haven't blogged a general update in a while - it's mostly been race reports.  So here's a general update.

10ktober
Going sort of okay.  I am now 9 days in and I am on course.  It's tough though and I will certainly not be keeping up these distance beyond October.  Yesterday I felt dreadful during the run.  My legs were so heavy.  Today's was much better and I think that the problem yesterday was that I didn't have enough rest between the interval sessions that finished at 7pm on Tuesday and my 10k run that started at 10:30am on Wednesday.  When I reached 10.01km yesterday I stopped dead and walked the rest of the way home I was so tired.  Today I ran the same route and ran all the way.  I actually messed up a bit and forgot to start my Garmin!  I have used MapMyRun to calculate that I turned on the Garmin 1.42km into the run so I have amended the distance on Garmin Connect (it's relevant for 10ktober).  Technology, eh?  I am totally this guy....

But I don't do selfies.  Well not DURING a run anyway.  Start line, yeah, of course.  

10ktober is a great idea though and I am really happy that some others have been inspired to try 5ktober.  Kata managed to round up some volunteers to take part and I think most of them have kept it up.  Kata has certainly kept it up even running in 23c heat in Hungary!  Well done!!!

Since October started it's like someone flicked a switch and now it's winter.  Last day of September was nice and warm, first day of October was like winter on Neptune.  I am not sure whether it is lucky or unlucky that I decided to start 10ktober.  It's unlucky because now I need to run 10k every day in the cold and wet.  But maybe it's lucky that I have the extra motivation needed to get me out there and KEEP me out there.  

Linlithgow 10k
There is a gap in this blog which I think it is now time to address.  What happened to the last of the M9 series races, the Linlithgow 10k?  Well the charity ball that we were at the night before got a bit out of hand and we may have been drinking whisky in the flat at 3am.  I woke up at 12:20 the following afternoon and the Linlithgow 10k was at 2pm.  Even if by some miracle I was able to run 10k given the state that I was in, I was definitely in no condition to drive to Linlithgow so I went back to sleep and woke up again at 4pm.  I am disappointed because I was was looking forward to it and it might be the last 10k race of the year for me, but it's my own fault so there you go.  I ran around Inverlieth Park at about 4:30pm to keep the running run going - it was hard.  We did have a great time at the ball and also we looked pretty awesome so that is at least some comfort!

Not the Linlithgow 10k

Music
I like to listen to music or podcasts when I got on runs.  I know some people are against it, they say that it disengages you from your run, and I've even heard comments like "runners don't listen to music, joggers do".  Well that's just nonsense.  I don't run to be engaged in my run or to be a runner, I run because it makes me happy.  And listening to music or podcasts makes me happy.   What works best for me is any music that puts me in a good mood (makes sense), not particularly music of 180 bpm or whatever.  Today I listened to Urban Hymns by The Verve.  Not classic running music but I love it and it helps keep me up when otherwise I might be feeling sorry for myself.  And when 'Lucky Man' came on I am sure I did get a bit more bounce in my step!  The last song, 'Come On' has the best ending to a song (and therefore album) ever in my opinion.  By the way, the best definition of the difference between jogging and running that I have ever heard, is that if you can talk at the same time then you are jogging!  :-D

On the topic of music, I mentioned in the blog a while back that I got new earphones and that they were great.  Well I did and they are.  I got a pair of BlueAnt Pump earphones.        

They look a bit like hearing aids from the 1980s. 

They are not the smallest or most aesthetically pleasing earphones in the world, but they are comfortable, they don't fall out when your ears get sweaty (this can be a big problem), and the sound quality is perfectly good. 

My previous pair were Jaybird Bluebud X.  They looked absolutely amazing, and the sound quality was fantastic......when they were in your ears and playing music.  


Earphones of The Devil

The main problem with these were that they wouldn't stay in my ears.  This was only the MAIN problem.  They are marketed for running and they come with various sizes of equally ineffective and uncomfortable ear grip thingies and buds.  No combination of bud or grippy thingies would keep these damn thinks in my ears.  My runs would be, pace, pace, pace, push earphone back in, pace pace pace, push other earphone bac...no wait now the first one is coming out again, pace, pace, push earphone....argh!  The other problem was that the control was on the side of the cable and when it rained (this is a problem in Edinburgh) it would start going mental and either phoning the last person you phoned, or skipping tracks, or powering off, or whatever it felt like.  And they cost a fortune.  Total waste of money.  Avoid.  

Most Runningist Year Ever
Yeah it's going good.  I am on day 126 now and have clocked up just under 930km in that time.  I am much fitter and stronger than when I started, I am receiving lots of compliments and have been called inspirational by Kata and also by people that I barely know.  That's really nice.  Physically it's not really been a big problem, but I have found that this has been a test of will power and perseverance.  To be honest that's what I expected.  Well I expected it to be harder physically, but I also expected that the mental aspect would be the toughest and so it has proven.  It's good because the decision is made and I don't need to decide if I am going to run today.  Tiredness, bad weather, or laziness is no excuse and in fact are not even considered.  The decision has been made - I am running today - I just need to do it.  This challenge was the best idea I ever had.  

I don't know who Jules Renard is but he makes a good point.  

Tuesday, 7 October 2014

Dunbar 10 Mile Race (a.k.a. "Doon Hill")

On Saturday I ran the Dunbar 10 mile race.  This was described as a multi-terrain course and I couldn't have put it better myself.  We ran on tarmac, trail, mud, and even little streams.  But mostly on mud.  That said, of all the trail races I have ran, this one was the most 'traily'.

The weather was absolutely atrocious.  The Dunbar Running Club website described it as "not ideal conditions".  This is like describing Holland as "not ideal for skiing" or Sepp Blatter as "not an ideal president of FIFA".  The conditions were awful.  Standing in the freezing rain at 10am, I was wondering why on earth I was doing this to myself.  I don't mind running in inclement weather but there are limits, and I was about to run into the countryside for over an hour.  It was really cold and frankly I was dreading it, but (un)fortunately I was surrounded by positivity spouting women.  Kata had run at Parkrun that morning and phoned to let me know how she got on, when I told her I was cold and wet and that I didn't want to do this, she basically told me to shut up and man up.  Then Rachel who was sitting next to me (and drove me there - thanks, Rachel) said "look on the bright side, at least it's not a Munro".  Surrounded by all this sickening positivity I was forced to move my bum to the start line.

Before starting though, I considered what gear was best for this race in this weather.  I decided against long sleeves as I thought I was going to get wet anyway and having wet arms is preferable to having wet sleeves.  Shoes was the big decision.  Conventional wisdom was trail shoes and so I laced them up and made my way to the start.  On my way I spoke with Eilis (from HBT) who advised against the trail shoes.  She thought that they'd be slippy on the tarmac and I agreed with her.  I deferred to her experience and changed to my road shoes.  This turned out to be a big, big, mistake!  That said, Eilis was wearing road shoes and won the race - first woman by over a minute.  Impressive in itself and even more so considering the handicap of her shoes.

By the time we started the race with my cap the only concession to the conditions, the blobs of freezing rain had turned into freezing smir.  Not quite fog, not quite rain.  We got all kinds of rain during the race but I stopped noticing pretty quickly.  Once your clothes are saturated, you can't get any wetter.   

It started fine and we ran through Dunbar before turning off the pavements onto a trail following the railway line.  At the end of this section of trail and about 2 miles into the course was a staircase.  This staircase and my poor choice of footwear was to be my undoing.  As I pegged it down the staircase, I could hear the runner behind me  and he seemed to be faster than me, so I ran full tilt. Reaching the bottom of the stairs at full speed, I made a sharp, ninety degree, right hand turn in the thick mud.  Physics took over and I was on the ground before I even had time to shout, "aaaarrrgghhh".  On the bright side, it was rather thick mud so it didn't hurt as much as it could have.  I landed right on top of my right arm.  Damage was done to my shoulder, wrist and I cut my forearm very slightly.  I was more angry than anything else, and obviously considered quitting.  Then I remembered the story of the guy that got struck by lightning mid-race, continued, and finished 3rd so I thought my little cut and slightly bruised arm didn't constitute a reason to quit.  I dusted myself off, waited for the runners around me to clear, and rejoined the race.  

Struck by lightning, finished 3rd. 

Slipped, finished 36th.  

Conditions underfoot never improved.  I tried my best at first to avoid puddles, but soon it become pointless and impossible.  Running up the hill, we were forced to run through and along a stream that was now there in place of what is normally the path.  On the way back down, ran along the stream again.  For some reason Kata likes running in wet feet - she'd have LOVED this then!  Downhill was nearly impossible to run due to my shoes.  I was passed easily by two runners who clearly had a lot more grip than I did and there was nothing I could do about it.  Eilis said to me after the race, "sorry, you must have been cursing me out there" and at this point, I was.  :-D  Hey, ho.  We take advice but then we take responsibility for our own decisions.

At about 7.5 miles into the race, I was tired, and I was hungry.  Then I remembered I had gel in my pocket!  I was so happy.  I ate the gel and it was good.  Just what I needed.  I had planned to use the gel at about 5 or 6 miles but I forgot I had it.  I am not sure if it really helps but it at least gave me a psychological boost that helped for the final 2.5 miles.

To be fair, they did warn me about the stairs.  

I was all alone from about mile 6 all the way to the end.  Occasionally I could see runners in the distance or far behind me, but mostly I was running on my own.  I gave up on catching the guys that had overtaken me on the downhill, and concentrated on keeping the runners behind me, behind me.  At one point near the end I heard a voice almost right behind me and I was to say the least, startled.  I almost jumped, assumed I'd been caught and thought, "how on Earth did that happen?".  Fortunately it turned out to be a wee boy on a bike.  I finished the race on my own, about a minute behind the guy in front of me and a minute ahead of the guy behind me.  

The results are in and I completed the course in 01:16:31.  I am quite pleased with this especially considering how very close I came to not starting.

It was a great race but it's hard to say I 'enjoyed' it.  In places it was like running 10 miles at the Battle of the Somme.  When you are cold, soaked, and running uphill, I am not sure if you can really enjoy that.  In a sense I enjoyed that I was testing myself and achieving something, but the experience itself?  Hmmm....not sure.  The course was excellently sign posted, well marshalled and the organisation was second to none so kudos to Dunbar Running Club.  I hope to run the race again next year and whether it's raining or not, I'll be wearing my trail shoes and advising everyone else to do the same!

Friday, 3 October 2014

Running in Abronhill and Palacerigg

I grew up, went to school, and lived for nearly 30 years in Abronhill, Cumbernauld.  I was back last week visiting my Gran and Granda, and so packed my trainers with me to take the opportunity to run a route not on my normal rotation of Edinburgh runs.

Showing Gran how to take a selfie!

I decided to run to Palacerigg Country Park where I haven't been in more years than I care to imagine.  I had no idea how far away it was but I guessed around 2 miles (not bad guess - it was 1.8 miles).

The route

It was strange to be running around Abronhill and Palacerigg.  I ran on pavements that I haven't been on since I was at school.  I know it's a cliche, but everything seemed smaller!  I am sure I am not much taller now than I was when I was 16, but probably my most vivid memories of the area is playing there when I was around 10?

Familiar gates

The run itself was right in the middle of my running apathy and I found it hard.  It was all uphill on the way there and right at the start as I went through one of Abronhill's many underpasses, I got very wet feet - I couldn't avoid running through a giant puddle.  Come to think of it, I think that giant puddle has been there for 30 years as well!

Homeward bound

Although the run itself was hard, I did enjoy my trip down memory lane and did take a lot of photos.  I ran past ponds where I used to collect frog spawn.  I remember walking this way with my Granda and having to turn back at a certain point because we weren't allowed to go any further with his dog.  I used to just wander up to Palacerigg with my friends of an afternoon, back in the day when they used to come around to your house and ask if you were coming out.  The answer was never, "Why?"  :-D

Palacerigg Golf Course.  Just missed out on hosting the Ryder Cup to Gleneagles (possibly).  



The actual Memory Lane (possibly).  

I can see the petrol station from here! 

Home!

I've mapped out a 10k route that I can run next time I am over and need to keep up 10ktober.  Here's the route.  I vaguely remember running this route before years ago when I was a part-time runner.  

Wednesday, 1 October 2014

10ktober

A lot of people are staying 'Sober for October'.  Madness!  Just as it starts to get colder and darker, I am expected to get through the month.....SOBER??!!  I hardly think so.

But I have come up with an idea to try to re-ignite my enthusiasm for this running challenge.  I think it's a good idea, and I have even given it an exciting and totally unpronounceable name.  

10ktober!

I am going to add a new challenge to my existing one.  For the month of October I am going to attempt to run 10k every day.  10ktober!  This is going to be tough and it is separate from the overall challenge of running every day for 365 days.  It is a challenge within a challenge.  A play within a film. 

I am totally scunnered with running at the moment and I am trapped in a vicious circle of apathy.  I can't be bothered running so I run the minimum 3km.  After running the minimum I am demotivated and fed up, feeling like "what was the point in that?".  I came up with this idea of 10ktober when running Arthur's Seat this morning.  Arthur's Seat is about a 10k circuit from my front door and it's the 1st October.  The rest of the idea made itself!  On my way down from the top of Arthur's Seat I came up with a name for my new challenge and that was that.  However, 8.5km into my run when running up the steep Calton Terrace Brae (so called because it's a hill up to Calton Terrace) I did temporarily doubt the wisdom of this new idea!   

This is going to be tough so I have decided the rules don't require a continuous 10k run so long as I run 10k every day.  So the minimum 3km is still required, but for 10ktober I could run 3km, then 7km later on the same day.  Or 10km all at once.  Whatever.  

It's a big ask to run 10km every day but I think this is the new incentive that I need.  I am looking forward to it!


End of September

Day 117 completed.  Here's the up to date log,  and here's  the report for the end of September....

Count:32 Activities
Distance:208.44 km
Time:16:37:36 h:m:s
Elevation Gain:1,651 m
Calories:18,034 C
Avg Time:31:10 h:m:s