Long runs and the Ability to Eat All the Food

What’s so curious is that this doesn’t happen as soon as you finish the run. That would be too easy to manage. In fact, it’s even more curious than my waterproof’s ability to suddenly lose its waterproofing claims but we’ll get on to that later. No, this normally happens a good few hours after a long run.

What am I talking about? You may be familiar. A good two or three hours after a long run, I can walk into the kitchen and comfortably be able to eat all the food in all the cupboards. Don’t get me wrong, when I finish the run I’m ready for a ďrink and a small snack. Later on though, that’s when I’m talking eating of mammoth proportions.

This is manageable in our own house. It’s all our food and my long suffering family is aware of my propensity for sizeable snackage. Should I be at a friend’s house though, then it gets awkward. Small plate of biscuits comes out…gone, in seconds. Bowl of nibbles while we’re chatting…nom nom nom, gone. I don’t have many friends at the best of times and this doesn’t help at all!

Anyway, I don’t want this post to be dominated by eating, as my Sundays can be, since I had a particularly excitingly, weather related long run this week. 20k on the legs and this little gem was a real highlight:

It was an entertaining run. Starting off, it was a bit rainy and windy but fairly bright so it wasn’t going to dampen my spirits. Look at my happy little face:

And look at how bright my waterproof is! As I alluded to earlier, I use the term waterproof loosely. Note how well it’s holding up in that pic – reasonably well. Fast forward 10k and continually ramp up the rain as the run goes on and you get to this:

Look at that smile now. Much less convincing, combined with mild despair in the eyes. And the waterproof now? I suspect a tea towel would have done a similar job keeping the rain off. (Lack of) waterproof aside, it then stopped raining and I got my glimpse of the rainbow. After about 30 seconds it vanished again but that really brightened up the run and it’s those moments that really stick in my mind on long runs. It was almost as if the rainbow appeared just for me. I loved it.

Plus, I knew we had chilli for tea. Mountains of it 😉

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It’s Easy to Sign Up for the Thames Trot 50 Miler When It’s 5 Months Away

If you start Googling ultra running, it won’t take you long to come across some of America’s more famous 50 or 100 mile races. It won’t escape your notice that these are all done by guys called Cody or Chad or Sage. They have beards and live in the mountains.

Fortunately these aren’t pre-requisites for these races or ultras in general, a particular relief for me which you’ll understand if you’ve ever seen me try and grow a beard. No, I’m just called Tom and live in Northamptonshire and, right now, a 50 mile race seems well out of my league.

So I signed up.

It’s the Thames Trot 50 miler in Feb 3rd 2018. It sounds really rather pleasant doesn’t it? Very benign. Almost pleasant. I suspect on Feb 4th 2018 I’ll have a different view.

I’ve only just begun my training for it, there is a lot to learn but it’s five months away yet so I’m feeling positive. I’m certain the realisation will sink in at some point over the next few months. The truth is, from a training perspective, it’s not a huge step from marathon training. The long runs are a bit longer and a bit more frequent but hopefully manageable.

For those of you who love this kind of thing, like science geek yours truly here, this is it in its 26 week glory:

Pretty straightforward? We’ll see. I’m now just starting week 3 and, I must admit, the runs in week 1 and 2 were a pleasure. A nice change from the more technical plans of marathons, just keep it slow and get through the miles.

The weather’s been great, there’s been no wind and I even came across a 20p on my long run at the weekend. Win.

It’s been a while since I got up and out on a Sunday morning for a long run so this weekend was a shock to the system. It was worth it to run with this backdrop though

I’m not too great at mornings. I just can’t imagine ever being. I’ve come to terms with this though and learnt to lay all my clothes out on the floor in the order I need them. That way, zero thought is needed and I overcome every urge in my body to stay in bed. I must be quite a sight leaving the house. Picture a mole staggering from his hole into bright daylight and you’d be close. It doesn’t matter though, I’m up and I’m out and, after a couple of minutes, feel like a true smugpants.

Plus I usually then get to spend the rest of the day eating my body weight in snacks.

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