20-Miler Dutifully Notched Up

I wouldn’t go as far as to say I’d promised to get a decent long run in this weekend. With everything that can derail such plans, I could only plan for it and hope time and logistics allowed. In spite of a 3am disturbance from the boy and thanks to my heroic other half taking him into the spare bed, the 6am alarm rolled round and the house was quiet.

I swear I could be a damn good burglar with so much practice at creeping out of the house without any sound. At first glance I look ridiculously meticulous in my laying out every bit of my kit by the bed, even filling my bottles and running vest before I go to bed. In fact, it’s to give me no excuse whatsoever to roll over and sleep for another hour or so.

Kit on, I left into the dark. You can tell winter is slowly being ousted since there was already a light in the sky at 6:15. This meant I didn’t really need my head torch to see but I still had it for visibility. Not that many people are weird enough to be up and out on a Sunday morning at that time.

I wanted to keep it really relaxed and consistent as I’d not done 20 miles for a long time. Given I need to up the mileage more over the next few weeks I wasn’t in the mood to finish off my legs. I took it nice and steady to my turn around point at Brackley lake, a very tidy 10miles away on the nose. The benefit of an early start (and it’s hard to think of any in the first 5 minutes after you get up) is that you can sit and have a drink and banana with views like this:

Brackley lake sunrise, 10-mile point

Having seen nobody for the first 10 miles, I was put out to share the lake with what seemed like the entire angling force of Northamptonshire. They looked at me like I was odd too.

The run back was a bit tougher as it was generally more uphill. Partly because I’m a wimp, I’d genuinely have thought twice about this route had I known this was the elevation profile beforehand:

All the same, the sun was out, I had snacks and I carried on taking it nice and easily. Now the sun was up, the countryside was all the more satisfying to run through. I love an early sun through trees and there was a lot of this on my route back:

After about 28 or 29k, my legs started to feel pretty punished. They’ve not had to work for this long for a while and they were well ready for breakfast. I always think it’s cruel to have to run back into our village at the end of such a long run when you just want to get home and recover. Why’s that? By this time, the village is full of dog walkers keen to say hi with their fresh faces and breakfasted, cheerful demeanours. The willpower to complete a 20-miler is closely matched by the willpower needed to stay composed and give the dog walkers as cheerful a hello as they give you when your legs are ready to drop.

Anyway, spritely greetings dished out, I finished the run and was really chuffed. 32k in all and 70k for the week. We’ve got a bit of momentum going now. The legs were fine after a nice hot shower. Whether they’ll be just as fine after 26 miles in 2 weeks’ time, time will tell!

Have a great running week all ­čĆâÔÇŹÔÖé´ŞĆ­čĺĘ

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And there are miles on the board

For the first time in 2019 I’ve managed to get a decent long run in. Both due to circumstance and, if I’m strictly honest, willpower, I’ve not put together more than a 40k week this year. That ended today. Nature made it more of a challenge and gave my motivation a big test but we end the week with 50k on the board, having notched up a 23k ‘long’ run this morning. It’s not huge and it needs to get longer but it’s a start. And it was cold so I think that counts for more.

I try to get the long runs in early before everyone surfaces then it doesn’t impact the day too much but, man, that bed is so much more comfy when the running alarm goes off. When it’s -5C outside it’s even more tempting to stay inside. I get everything ready the night before, to the point of laying my kit out on the floor next to me. This makes it easy getting up in the dark but mainly it reduces any potential excuses to not go.

Usually within about a minute of leaving the house, I’m glad I went out. True that first minute this morning was a shocker. I can’t actually remember a run in colder conditions. I was well layered up so off we went. The sun started coming up after about 25 minutes and it was worth it all of a sudden.

I wasn’t going for pace today just comfort and trying to be consistent. My success with the latter is debatable but I certainly kept it comfortable. A combination of this, a chocolatey Tesco Munch bar and these views made it a cracker of a run:

It was about half and half trail and road and most of the trail was crunchy snow.

What’s particularly interesting about today’s run is that I did almost exactly the same run during a hot July Sunday last year. Back then, I got through about 1.5l of water and a thousand snacks. It was massive struggle and a bit of a shock. Today I struggled to get through 0.5l water (as it kept freezing in the straw) and was absolutely fine, give or take a runny nose and sore fingers by the end. Shows how much of a drain running in the heat can be. That, and I’m a bit of a wuss running in the heat.

Anyway, at the end of the day, I got a good run in this morning, reminded myself that having the smug self-satisfaction of an early Sunday run is a wonderful thing and clocked up 50k for the week. As a bonus, 8 hours later, my nether regions have settled back to normal now too.

Onwards and upwards now, another good mileage week this week and that April 50-miler is well within my sights.

Today’s 14 miles

Kit Today

  • T-shirt
  • Shorts
  • Waterproof long sleeved jacket with hood
  • Beanie hat
  • Thinsulate gloves
  • Saucony Ride road shoes
  • Head torch
  • Salomon ADV Skin 5l running vest

You don’t think you’re cold until you try and say something

It’s interesting that the last time I posted I was talking about how churlish I was complaining that it was ‘only’ 21deg C and how the Winter version of myself would be totally unimpressed. Well funnily enough, here I am, my then future self now having to run in the Winter. What is also interesting is that I was right. I do think the Summer version of myself was a bit of a numpty for thinking that!

Having said that, I had a great run today albeit in 1deg C weather with a couple of centimetres of snow on the ground. It was fresh, well, cold, and I got a good 11k in up to the airfield near work. It may be cold but I love a snowy run. The cold, crunchy snowy runs rather than the brown, gritty, slushy runs. Today was the former fortunately. Here I told you so:

My current target is a local 54mile race on road and trail, starting and finishing at Pitsford Water in Northamptonshire, if anyone has heard of it. I’m painfully aware that I’ve only got 2 months to train for this and I’m yet to run a 20k long run in 2019.

I’m not at panic stations yet as hopefully that will change this weekend and I’ve built up the mileage sensibly in this timeframe before. I’m sure that’s do-able, right? Plus if I get more runs like today’s then I’ve got plenty of running to look forward to.

Anyway I digress, back to today and what’s the post title all about. I’d be keen to know if I’m alone with this. I tend to get quite cosy on cold runs, bobble hat on, warm gloves on and sometimes get quite the sweat on. Everything’s warm. Except my face. My face keeps this a secret though until I’ve finished the run.

There I am quietly impressed at my ability to appropriately layer up and fend off the cold. Somewhat of an Edmund Hillary if you will. Then I’ll get back to the changing room, still very proud of my (ok, modest) achievement. A colleague will then make a comment saying how it ‘must have been a chilly one’ with a knowing chuckle. Just when I’m ready to show how tough and prepared for such Arctic conditions I am, my face steps up and puts me in my place. Unbeknownst to me, of course, my face has decided to go numb in the cold and will now refuse to let me articulate any words. Oh it will make a sound, don’t worry. It’ll make the sound of a person trying to talk with cotton wool stuffed in their mouth. Yep, smooth, Tom, real smooth. Said colleague will sure enough smile awkwardly, shuffle away and make certain they don’t see me again for the rest of the day.

Perhaps I’m not the hardy, winter explorer I thought I was. As nice as it looked everywhere today though, I’d give anything for a 21deg C run right now.

<*shakes head disapprovingly again at the summer version of himself*>

Today’s Run

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 ─Ćrink 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 ­čśë

My Strava Activities

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.

My Strava Activities

Week 5 and how fartleks are like the last day of term

I remember when I first did a fartlek run. It made me feel like a proper runner, using terms like fartlek. I must know what I’m doing now.

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Fartlek is another word borrowed from the Scandinavians. This seems to happen a fair bit in running. ‘Strava’ too comes from Swedish (meaning ‘strive’ for the knowledge thirsty of you). Why not use their words, this is a collection of nations who invented Ikea and the Northern Lights so they obviously know what they are doing. Now you get the random picture above.

Thats all very well but why are fartleks like the last day of term? This is, after all, how I’ve got your attention in the first place. Let me start with why I love run schedules. This all comes back (yet again) to the fact I’m a bit of a nerd. I like to be told what to run, when to do it, how far to go and how fast to do it in. Then I know I’ve ticked all the boxes so come race day I know that I at least have done my bit!

Imagine my horror when I came across such a run as a fartlek run. These are fairly standard in running and you’re unlikely to encounter a training plan without one. This doesn’t mean they can’t unnerve me. During a fartlek run, there is usually a mile or two warm up followed by an alloted time or distance where you have spells of running as fast as you like for as long as you like. I’m sorry, what? Run for as long as I want? As fast as I want? This is not good for my teacher’s pet approach to running of always do what the schedule wants! Next you’ll be telling me to go on a guided city break and when I get there to just ‘have a wander’.

OK would you just tell us about the last day of term. I know that’s what you’re thinking. I can’t believe I’ve gone on about fartleks for this long either. It’s the same really, just when you’re used to going to school and having the same old lessons, the last day of term comes along and it goes crazy. Bringing in board games, sitting on tables, drawing on shirts. At least that’s what it was like back in the day.

But…in the same way as it was back then, just as fartleks are now, it’s a nice change!

Right, back to running, this is how week 5 eventually panned out:

Mon: 5 miles easy
Tue: 5 miles fartleks (what, fartleks??)
Wed: 5 miles + 6 miles easy
Thu: 8 miles, inc 10k negative split (first 5k 23mins, second 5k 20mins)
Fri: 8 miles easy
Sun: 17 miles easy (2hr 15)

It was actually a monumental week as it’s the longest running week I’ve ever had. Popping in a 17 mile long run on Sunday always helped my cause there but I’m chuffed with 88km altogether.

Another highlight was my negative split run on Thursday. ┬áThese can generally be pretty horrific if you’re not in the right frame of mind. ┬áRunning the first half of the run at a reasonably fast pace, knowing you have to run the second half of the run even quicker. ┬áInevitably, during the first half you start to feel more and more broken. ┬áThe prospect of upping the pace at halfway just makes you wish your ham sandwich back at the office had worked harder to entice you back into your chair when you got up to go running. Somehow though when I did turn to up the pace at halfway, I settled into it in the end. Granted at first my legs had serious questions of exactly what I was playing at but they’ve become accustomed to such torment now and just sucked it up. I know you’re all on tenterhooks wanting to know what the pace trace looked like, aren’t you? No? Well just in case here it is:

Overly Scientific Negative Split Pace Chartweek5-neg-split

 

As I’ve already alluded to, the week concluded with my 17 mile long run. This was for the most without incident until the last km when I got an absolute soaking. Add to that the fact I’d already got 26km on my legs, I looked a fairly horrific example of humankind.

It is always at this time when you meet hundreds of people out walking their dogs or having a pleasant Sunday pootle around the village with the family. Then I lumber round the corner. I’m sure I can hear the stunned gasps; many shield their children’s eyes or make a grab for their dogs who have switched to family protection mode. Every part of me wants to explain that I usually look just like one of them, but I’ve just been running for 2 hours. I never do as I’m not convinced this will help my cause. So I just stagger on past sometimes uttering a hello but, having not spoken at all during my run, this is a huge gamble as to how that will come out. Again, quitting while I’m behind is usually the best way. Besides I’m normally buzzing inside because I’ve just been out enjoying myself and seeing scenes like this:

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My tardiness in my update means I’ve already got my teeth into week 6 which is planned out like this:

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I haven’t done it for a couple of weeks but wanted to thank everyone who’s contributed to the cause so far. I really appreciate how generous people have been and it genuinely helps the willpower levels when they are needed most. Usually when there’s a massive ham sandwich on my desk and it’s negative split day

Tom’s Just Giving

Week 4 and the Elusive Runner’s Tailwind

Week 4 has altogether been windy. This will come as no surprise to many of you as you’ll have been outside. Wind is a real pain for us runners though (snigger – you know I don’t mean that kind of wind).

There are certain aspects of a windy day that you usually take for granted, which suddenly don’t appear to apply when you’re out running. The main one of these is this simple belief:

If you have a strong headwind and turn round to run the other way, you will now have a tailwind.

Sounds fairly straightforward doesn’t it? That’s what I thought. Until last Monday. I set off on my Monday recovery run and it was pretty blowy to say the least. You can see from the clouds it wasn’t that pleasant to be out:

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Hinton airfield 25/01/15

You’d be right to think this looks like an airfield. It is. I work within running range of two local airfields which are both littered with public footpaths. This helps to mix up the runs and seems quite high as far as airfield density is concerned. Anyway, you didn’t want to read about airfields, we were talking about wind.

I set out and the wind was really tough and right in the face. It’s hard to explain how strong the wind is in writing but it was strong enough to blow me into the verge a couple of times. This inevitably always happened when there was some oncoming traffic. To them, it’s not clear quite how windy it is so I imagine they think they’re approaching a seriously drunk guy staggering around with oddly reflective gloves on.

It’s ok though, this was a ‘there and back’ run so I’ll be flying when I turn round at the airfield to run home. You know where this is going don’t you? Of course you do, you’ve read the title. How is it then that when I turned round, lo and behold, there was no tailwind. It was still blowing in my face? This seems to happen again and again,surely it’s not just me?! Believe me, this is absolutely not because I’m running so fast I’m generating my own headwind.

The same goes for hills. I often do a circular route which is apparently uphill the entire time! Throw in a constant headwind on that circular route and you have the ultimate runner’s run!

Not that you’d guess from this opening tirade but it’s been a good running week and I completed my January running with a total of 263km for the month. This is certainly the best start I’ve had for any year.

It may have been a windy week but by Thursday it was at least sunny for interval day:

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After a weekend away, it was late on Sunday when we got back. The plan required me to run a sub-40 10k or sub-32 8k but at 9pm in the dark and drizzle I just couldn’t find enough willpower. I managed 10k in total but only a quick 5k in the middle. I made sure it was the same pace as intended though, even if it wasn’t as long. Something is better than nothing and life is going to get in the way of running again before the marathon I’m sure. Sometimes family and fun comes first.

In short this has been my week:

Mon: 4 miles easy
Tues: 6 miles half marathon pace
Wed: 8 miles easy
Thu: 8 miles intervals – 7x800m (3min 800m)
Fri: 5 miles easy
Sun: 6 miles, middle 3 at 10k pace

This week is really ramping up the miles now and in a weird way I’m kind of looking forward to it. Here’s the plan and I’ll let you know how I get on. You let me know if you ever encounter a downhill tailwind run too:

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