Sabotaging my training

It's been a long time since I've posted...too long really.

When I go an age without posting it's usually because my running has gone to pot and I'm too embarrassed to admit it, but this time it's a bit different.  I've not stopped running by any measure. Although I haven't got back to my pre-ultra mileage levels I've still been clocking up an average of about 20 miles a week (29 miles last week) with a few speedwork sessions thrown in for good measure which I've felt great about, but I haven't managed any particularly long distances - the furthest I've run recently is 13 miles. I feel like I've just been ticking over rather than getting stuck into the heavy marathon training I had planned.  However, I think I'm ok with that. It's been five weeks since the ultra and in that time I've had my birthday celebrations, working at the Olympics, a wonderful break in Paris, a friend's wedding - I've thoroughly enjoyed myself! Taking things a bit easier has probably been a good recovery period for my body (I certainly don't have any aches or pains at the moment) although it does mean that it'll be a miracle if I get a sub-4hr finish in the Kent Coastal Marathon that I'm running on Sunday!  But you know what, I'm ok with that too. I went for a 50 mile bike ride this weekend with Francis instead of the 20 mile run I had planned and I really enjoyed it, whereas there was a time when I'd have beaten myself up about that.

This is a 13 stone burger!!

The thing that I'm not ok with, and that I think has been stopping me from blogging, is my eating.  It has been going from bad to worse. I'm meant to be preparing to get myself in the best shape of my life for the 10in10, and yet I seem to be sabotaging my efforts by throwing grotesque quantities of chocolate, biscuits and crisps down my throat and eating incredibly inappropriate portion sizes.

To refocus on what I have to remember is a key part of getting race fit, I'm going to ask the personal trainer to weigh me and measure my body fat at my gym session tomorrow.  Although he was keen to discuss my nutrition when I started working with him, I completely avoided it, saying I just wanted to do some strength training and didn't want to think about losing weight - I realise now that I just didn't want to face the issues I have with food at the moment.  I think I've come to accept that I absolutely have to deal with them, I can't ignore it (or the unfortunate weight gain I've experienced over the last couple of months). My first step will be a regular weigh-in to keep me accountable and then putting much more effort into just saying no to the junk! As we all know, you can't out-train a bad diet!

Memories & motivation - the best Olympics ever

So, it's over.  The most amazing Olympic Games ever held (I might be biased) have finished, the London 2012 flame has been extinguished, and the flag has been handed to Brazil...but it was a wonderful, emotional, inspiring time and I feel a real sense of loss at its close.

My running has unfortunately taken a back seat during the Olympics (what with being a volunteer Games Maker at the Olympic Park or being unable to tear myself away from watching all the sport on the TV, two laptops & iPad we've simultaneously been using) and I have clocked up just  37 miles since the Opening Ceremony! I think I have to accept it's probably a good thing that the Olympics didn't last any longer, for the sake of my fitness if nothing else.

But now, as I refocus on my both my goals and what I need to do in training to achieve them, this will change and my mileage will get back to normal, and then start to increase as I prepare myself for the 10in10. I'm taking inspiration from the ordinary people that the Olympians were before they committed to put in the relentless "hard work and grafting" (as Mo Farah put it) to become the extraordinary athletes they have proved themselves to be during the Games.  I'll never be as fast or as strong, or able to dedicate my life to sport as they do, but I can certainly be the best that I can be.

I'm not just a marathon runner...I'm a London 2012 Games Maker!

I wrote a "Top Moments" list for the Olympics, but it became ridiculously long, so I've shortened it.  The result is that my list now omits many amazing performances I've seen, and experiences I've had, but I decided for the sake of brevity I had to whittle it down to a Top 10. So in no particular order, here it is:-

 * Attending the rehearsal for the Opening Ceremony. Words can not describe what it was like to be inside the stadium for that show. Danny Boyle is a genius.
 * Seeing just how much competing meant to every athlete, TeamGB or not - whether they won or lost, the emotions for most were etched on their faces, telling us the story of just how much they sacrificed & how hard they'd worked during the last four years.

 * When I started crying with pride, empathy and admiration as the runners came round the corner towards me in the women's marathon.  Although they were not the only tears of pride & admiration I shed during the Games...

 * Watching Mo Farah's 5km and 10km phenomenal, triumphant races, as I screamed encouragement at the TV. He's an absolute hero.

 * The World Record breaking 800m race by David Rudisha.  Lovely man, awesome performance!

 * The elation and the exhaustion of the rowers who gave absolutely every ounce of themselves in their races. 
 * The domination of the fantastic TeamGB cyclists. Bradley Wiggins & Chris Hoy are absolute legends. 
 * Jessica Ennis's gold - mainly because I think there was so much pressure on her, I am amazed at her strength of character and determination to actually achieve what was expected of her.  Also, I really believe that the multi-sport events are the hardest, and those competitors are the very best of the athletes.

 * Flag waving & cheering - at the screen at home, at work, at the Olympic Park and at the women's and men's marathons - any chance I get...give me a flag & I'm happy.  People at work even waved my flag at my desk on my behalf when I was out of the office and TeamGB got a medal  I'm am sure that the waving of the lucky flag has helped many to success!! ;)
 * The atmosphere at the Olympic Park. The place is truly astonishing & beautiful, especially as the sun sets, or at night when it's amazingly illuminated, with everyone happy, all sharing an experience, everyone patriotic but supporting each other.

I'll post some other photos from my Olympic experience, but for now, here's the fab TeamGB "Don't Stop Me Now" video - this song has always been one I love to run to, but now it will be a much greater motivator for me....

Olympic fever

After my 50 miler, I decided to take two weeks off running to really rest-up and make sure my body had a chance to fully recover.  I've had 7 days without doing anything (other than walking and one gym session) and although it's been a bit weird, I've made it through. There have been a couple of frustrated, restless evenings sat on the sofa & there was an extra 2lb showing on the scales this morning, but I do feel pretty good and I don't have any niggles from the ultra, except my very itchy and unattractive peeling sunburn!  But I know I'm not going to be able to make it another week without running, especially with Olympic fever sweeping not only our house, but it seems the whole country! :)

Francis and I were lucky enough to go to the technical rehearsal of the Opening Ceremony on Wednesday in the stadium, which was unbelievably impressive and inevitably much more atmospheric than it seemed when we watched the actual ceremony on TV on Friday night! Still really enjoyed the TV show though and thought the whole event was absolute genius - a fantastic representation of Britishness that I was incredibly proud of, if only through the association of my nationality!

As well as the spectacle that Danny Boyle created, watching the athletes parade was great - naturally, they all looked so enthusiastic and excited to be there - I found it inspiring to see them all.

We were also in London on Saturday for a family lunch to celebrate my 30th Birthday and took a walk along Southbank as my 5 year old niece really wanted to see the Olympic Rings hanging off Tower Bridge that she'd seen on TV. The atmosphere in London was fantastic, and everyone seems very excited about having the Olympics here.

To top it all off, I had my first Games Maker shift yesterday, working at the main Olympic Park which despite my nerves and reservations I really enjoyed - it's not about the job itself, it's just being part of it, and helping to create the almost tangible atmosphere that seems to have taken hold at Stratford.

We've also been watching nothing on TV except sport!  The Olympic athletes are all incredibly inspiring and so tonight I'll go out for my first run and although I'll build up slowly this week, I'm going to start preparing for the next race on the calendar, the Kent Coastal Marathon on 2nd September.  It's a race I really enjoyed last year, and it's organised by the Thanet Road Runners...who were manning the fantastic Jelly Bean Corner at the ultra!

There's not much time between now and then - just five weeks - but I've decided to spend it trying to regain some speed, which I've undoubtedly lost while I was concentrating on preparing my body to be able to run 50 miles! Of course, I'll still make sure sure I get my long runs in (and longer than I usually would for marathon training because I have the Toad coming up too) but I'm going to really concentrate on making my weekday runs count and speedwork and hill repeats are going to reappear on my schedule after going AWOL for the last four months!  

I'm quite looking forward to the change and the challenge and although I know it'll be difficult to be so much more disciplined during my runs, it's going to be good for me (will help get those scales down to where they should be!) and will hopefully ensure that I can get a decent time in the marathon.

Last year, I ran the Kent Coastal in 4:09:12 and I know I should be able to run faster that this year.  Although I'll do my best to significantly improve my speed over the next five weeks, this isn't a goal race by any stretch of the imagination and I wont be tapering for it so I shouldn't get my hopes up, but I know in my heart that come race day I'll still be going for sub a 3:50 PB. However unlikely it is that I'll achieve it, I'll aim high anyway - let's just call it a little bit of Olympic spirit rubbing off on me ;)

A blur of bright sunshine, blue skies, long grass & pain

Last year, on 28th July 2011, I wrote a blog post about how I'd signed up for the Challenge Hub 50 miler in July 2012 to celebrate my 30th birthday.

In that post, I said: I'm not a huge fan of laps [but] I think this is a safer option for me as a first timer, as it means I can get help or drop out if I have to without it being a logistical nightmare!  There is a cut-off limit of 15 hours and as long as I make it to 50 miles by then, I will be happy - I'm not going to worry about the time, just completing it will be enough for my first Ultra. I do have a very long time to prepare...a whole year...but I have two marathons already booked for September 2011 and April 2012, and I don't want to use those as training runs - I want to try and get a decent marathon time, so I will carry on training specifically for those, and then start following an ultra plan from April 2012.

Now, one year on, having had a 3hr 49min finish at that marathon in April, I'm so pleased to have achieved my year-long goal by completing the 52.4 mile course too. Despite my original misgivings, I loved the laps, and as strange as it seems to many of the people I've told, I couldn't have hoped for a better way to celebrate my birthday (although my present from Francis of a luxury long weekend to Paris is going to come pretty close!) ;)

Anyway, this is what happened over my ultra weekend:-

Francis and I drove down to Chislet in Kent on Saturday, the day before the race, so I could register. We found the start at the Marshside Fishery easily enough with the satnav, I picked up my number (with my name emblazoned across it which made me feel suitably special) and met Mike Inkster (a formidable ultra runner) who organises the challenge.  I was reassured that it wasn't a race, it wasn't about times or sticking to a plan, it was just about enjoying yourself as much as possible and finishing, and that I should leave my Garmin at home!  I agreed, but I couldn't silence the voices in the back of my head reminding me that my plan was to run to each water station then walk for 5 minutes, but that I really wanted to finish in under 10 hours after reading somewhere that to come up with a target time, you should double your marathon time & add two hours!

Anyway, after sorting that out, we took the opportunity to drive to the lovely holiday town of Whitstable for a walk along the front, and caught the tail-end of the Whitstable Oyster Festival.

Whitstable on Saturday...photo courtesy of Adam Burt

Francis bought and ate half a dozen oysters, although I recoiled at the look of them, and we had a lovely and relaxing couple of hours by the sea! :) We soon headed back inland though, had dinner at the hotel (pre-race meal of baked camembert, followed by sausage and mash) and then to our room so I could sort out my kit in preparation for a very early start the next morning - I got to bed as soon as everything was laid out and thankfully fell asleep really quickly at about 10.30pm.

Sunday, 4:30am - the alarm went off! How early is that?!?! As it turned out, it was only just early enough. I was out of the hotel by 5.30am, and had barely noticed what an incredibly beautiful morning it was, before I'd arrived, vaselined my feet, pulled my trainers on, waved at Andy & Emma (from twitter & the Engima 30miler who are both in training for the ArctoArch in just 4 weeks) said a quick hello to Kaz (from the Enigma 30miler and both a former & fellow 10in10er) and found myself stowing my cool-box in the kit tent. Mike then launched some sort of rocket into the sky - when it went bang, we were off!  It really did all feel as rushed as that, and it wasn't until I was running that I realised what was actually happening...I was embarking on my year long anticipated, 52.4 mile run! I was however relieved that the morning had gone so quickly, as it meant there hadn't been any time for my nerves to take hold!

I remember initially being blown away by how pretty the countryside looked bathed in the early morning sunshine, although I was a bit concerned about how hot and sunny it was obviously going to get.  That soon gave way to being annoyed with myself that I hadn't done any training on trails or cross-country.  As we progressed round the course, I realised how very different running on uneven grassy tracks is to tarmac - everything I've ever read about running tells you to train on the surface that you are going to race on, but I didn't, and after about 8.5 miles when my ITB started playing up, I realised I was going to pay for being complacent about that.

Obviously this isn't the actual course....
You don't get mountains in Kent ;)

Anyway, I ran through the long grass, with the stems battering my legs until a few more laps had been run and all those trainers had beaten them down, and around the edge of fields, along concrete sections and down farms tracks covered by large puddles, until the last stretch of glorious, easy to run on, tarmac before getting back to the beginning of the next lap.  I saw Kaz, Andy and Emma a few times and we said our hellos (I'm absolutely loving this new world of actually knowing people at events!) and generally there was great camaraderie between all the runners...even the guys out front who were going at a really impressive pace made the effort to raise a hand as they lapped me :)

There wasn't much shade from a blistering sun and very few clouds in the sky, so it was hard going in the heat, but the water stations and fantastic marshals every couple of miles did a great job at lifting our spirits as well as always being ready with cups of water. The Jelly-Bean Corner water-station, manned by the Thanet RoadRunners, was particuarly impressive, and they looked after me and all the runners so well, making sure we were replenishing salts, had whatever food we fancied (my favourite was orange slices but they were cooking sausages at one point) and were keeping hydrated, as well as spraying me with suncream at one point, and being incredibly cheery and supportive even after they'd been out there for 10 hours!

I need to say a particular thank-you to Jerry for the sage advise (as always) to take a cool box to the race to leave in the kit tent at the start/finish - it made a real difference and it wasn't something I would have done had he not suggested it.  Not only did it mean I could swap my drink bottle for a cold one every lap (alternating bottles of water and powerade) helping me to cool me down a bit, I was also able to have cold milk and icy coke at the end of the last few laps, my snack box (a tupperwear box filled with rolos & salted peanuts) didn't turn into a gooey melted chocolate mess, and when the ITB pain was getting excruciating, I had the ice blocks from the cool box on hand to sooth my muscles.

Also a mention for Allan Rumbles. At the end of one of the laps I was reapplying my suncream (as I was already burning up a treat) when someone walked over to introduce themselves as Ogee, another impressive ultra runner who I know from Twitter.  He'd told me he was going to be there, crewing for someone else who was running, so I'd hoped to meet him, although with his Twitter avatar as a duck, it was pretty unlikely I would spot him in the crowd ;) It was great to have another person rooting for me, and on subsequent laps, he came into the kit tent to make sure I was ok or needed anything - it made a real difference to have the support, so thanks also to him!

So, on and on I ran, with a 12-hour audio book to keep me company for the long stretches where I didn't see anyone else. Bizarrely, my fastest mile was number 30 (which I ran in 10 mins). My Garmin eventually died at about mile 40 (which didn't matter as I'd not really been paying it any attention) and the next ten miles were without a doubt, and unsurprisingly, the most difficult. I had long ago abandoned my plan of running all the way between each water station and then walking for 5 minutes, and was just walking as and when I felt I needed to, as per Mike's advice the day before.  In those final two laps, I found that as I transitioned from running to walking, I started to stumble because my body didn't seem to be able to adapt quickly enough to the change, and at times each running step I took would send waves of pain shooting through my legs or across my back.  I sat down a couple of times at water stations, but not many, and not for long, and tried not to walk too often but still ended up doing it more than I'd hoped to.  I'd been walking for a couple of minutes along one of the grassy sections, and out of the blue, met Francis coming the other way on his bike. He'd spent the day cycling but had come back to the race and done a circuit of the course - it was a massive surprise to see him, but obviously a very welcome one...after he cycled off, I started running again.

Throughout those last ten miles I'm very pleased that I didn't consider quitting - regardless of the discomfort, it was absolutely inconceivable to me that I would fail to complete the distance - after so long planning it, this was my time to do this, and I kept thinking about that - that finally I was actually going to achieve something that for so many years had seemed so out of reach. I  had (pretty easily) come to terms with the fact that I would be outside the time I'd been hoping for, but with every step I knew I would make it round 8 laps even if it took me the full 15 hours. It's great to have learnt that about myself and I hope that self-belief will hold me in good stead for races in the future when it starts getting hard.

Although much of the day is a blur of bright sunshine, blue skies, fields of corn, long grass and pain, I vividly remember the last couple of miles. Running down the track towards JellyBean corner, I was really looking forward to the final energy boost I was about to get, both from the food & drink and also from everyone at the water station being so generally lovely and upbeat. When I reached them, they were as enthusiastic as I'd hoped and they topped me up with flat coke and jelly babies before sending me on my way, my ears full of their congratulations at having nearly done it. Around the corner, the last mile and a half is on a real tarmac road, through the village, and past the pub. I felt great and I couldn't quite get my head around the fact that I was finishing but knew it was fantastic that it was nearly over ;)  It was always such a pleasure to run on the road as it was so much easier on my legs, but I can honestly say that the last mile and a half was my favourite, knowing I was about to finish! ;)

Coming up the last stretch, I saw a runner in front of me. Now I know that this event is all about a personal challenge, and it's not a race, but I still would have loved to have beaten her and I definitely sped up.  I remember feeling so pleased with myself that I was still in a good enough physical condition to alter my speed, but I didn't catch her - she still looked really strong so I had no chance!  In the end, she finished in 10hrs 40 mins, I finished in 10hrs 41mins.  She was 3rd lady home and I was 4th, making me 12th finisher overall out of the 31 men and women who finished the full distance - they are placings that I am incredibly pleased with.

I know this is in my last post but
I love it so thought I'd use it again ;)

So - it was over.  Ogee was still there when I crossed the line and I got a congratulatory hug and a suggestion to wash off all the dead bugs from my face, Mike presented me with my medal and certificate and we all told each other how well we'd done. Smiles all round :D I headed to the kit tent to get my stuff and Francis soon joined me to take medal photos, and then to drive us home.

But it all felt a bit weird....obviously I was over the moon to have completed my ultra, but physically I felt pretty good and I didn't think that was right - surely I should have crossed the finish line and collapsed onto the floor?! I wondered if I should have put just a bit more effort in, walked less (particularly early on) and generally run a bit faster.  Yes, I know, some people are never happy ;) I think the explanation is that as soon as I finish any race, I immediately start forgetting the bad bits, particularly the intensity of any pain - in hindsight, as I really think about how hard parts of the run were, I know I did what I had to do to keep going. As it was my first time running anything over 30 miles, so much of the distance was unknown and I had to be careful to make sure that I had enough in me to keep going right until the end.

But yes, I finished and in good shape (except for the horrendous sunburn on two areas of my back which I couldn't reach to apply suncream) without a single blister on my feet and still able to walk and just about sit down. Feeling good didn't last though - I should probably have had an ice bath or done some stretching because by Sunday night the adrenaline had worn off, and I felt practically crippled.  Using the stairs was nigh-on impossible, and absolutely every part of my body was hurting...even breathing deeply caused my muscles around my chest to scream.  I'm pleased (and relieved) how quickly that's subsided, and I was able to go to the gym on Wednesday morning for a very easy session and today, four days on from the race, my legs are back to normal.  I can tell my body has been battered though as my immune system is low - on Monday I caught a cold (haven't had one of those for ages!) and I broke out in spots, again something that I never suffer with, and they still haven't cleared up yet despite me throwing loads of vitamins down my neck. The plan is to give running a rest for a week or so (again, thank-you Jerry for the advice) to let my body fully recover, but if catching a cold is my only injury, I'm very grateful to whichever running gods were looking after me at the weekend!

Anyway, today, I've had my medal engraved. I am proud to have finished, proud of my time, and hugely looking forward to going back and having another go next year! :)

Ultra marathoner? That's me! :)

I actually did it! Yesterday, despite the 25oC heat and blazing sunshine, I ran 52.4 miles around the beautiful Kent countryside and I am absolutely over the moon to have joined the ranks of those crazy enough to run ultra marathons!

I'm going to write a full report about the event, but for now, I can tell you that I finished in 10 hours 41 minutes, it was the most painful thing I have ever done, but I had the most brilliant day.  Today, I am aching more than I thought possible, but I am incredibly happy and all the pain is definitely worth it!