tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87431347604128863712024-03-19T08:29:39.543+00:0026.2 Miles is a Long WayThe ramblings of a first time marathon runner.Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03363709900075550023noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743134760412886371.post-60530940669397562832014-04-18T11:53:00.000+01:002014-04-18T15:46:09.792+01:00Turns out, 26.2 miles is a long way<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Wow. What a weekend!<br />
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Firstly I'd like to apologise for the delay in this write up, but as you can imagine, running a marathon can take a lot out of you. You'll also soon realise I have quite a lot I want to say, and getting all of my thoughts down coherently isn't easy at the best of times!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNN3bDuqX4pDA-DBcnjgJCWwJ_5IMFv5tBofTRyVNslv3kMggql3kfTrPyJnd5xwOd6RVOZe4AgXOABp2JScvroVGsYI57vHMxd8N7U2oc2zaWHBxQUP5Tx0VWVd1tYleEavI3iiUcQQE/s1600/expo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNN3bDuqX4pDA-DBcnjgJCWwJ_5IMFv5tBofTRyVNslv3kMggql3kfTrPyJnd5xwOd6RVOZe4AgXOABp2JScvroVGsYI57vHMxd8N7U2oc2zaWHBxQUP5Tx0VWVd1tYleEavI3iiUcQQE/s1600/expo.jpg" height="200" width="112" /></a>The weekend started with us travelling up to London on the Saturday and heading to the expo at the Excel centre. The expo is an important part to the marathon experience, with each runner required to attend to collect their race number and chip. Why they can't post them out I'm not sure, but it probably has something to do with all of the sponsors that attend the expo trying to flog you their wares.<br />
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With my cynical hat off, the expo was a fun experience. Surrounded by hundreds if not thousands of fellow runners really made it sink in what I was about to undertake. The registration process was smooth, and despite arriving at what was probably the peak time of Saturday afternoon, the queue was only about five minutes long.<br />
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Unfortunately my freebie grabbing skills were not quite up to speed on that day, so the best I could muster was the standard goody bag featuring such eclectic items as a Worcester sauce sample, and a krill oil capsule. Tasty.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih9M1Zs9jRfRRBa13D_dVkK-iXHP2llCToSVncodcNLcndauxTucV-rS7AK5Z3LLKt8iRlppZpn4eYkKQ8-G_UTOntmN_xqr6kThMpaz4slOBeUVLEeTCAhRJ1eqiosr2L-7sGg12ucBE/s1600/pasta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih9M1Zs9jRfRRBa13D_dVkK-iXHP2llCToSVncodcNLcndauxTucV-rS7AK5Z3LLKt8iRlppZpn4eYkKQ8-G_UTOntmN_xqr6kThMpaz4slOBeUVLEeTCAhRJ1eqiosr2L-7sGg12ucBE/s1600/pasta.jpg" height="200" width="150" /></a>The hotel we were staying at was based near Waterloo, so after trekking back across London following the expo, Saturday evening consisted of a short stroll along the south bank to an Italian restaurant for the obligatory pasta based carb-loading. With carbs consumed, we spent the rest of the evening discussing the route, and good places for my wife and her friend to spot me the following day.<br />
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Rotherhithe and Canary Wharf came out as winners.<br />
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Sunday morning came, and with it a nice early start to ensure plenty of stress free time to get ready and have some breakfast. The hotel was full of fellow runners, and was suitably marathon prepared. As we arrived for breakfast we were greeted with: "Welcome to breakfast, the porridge is over there". Fantastic, talk about knowing your audience!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6PPPAEr0v4tWw33QFdXSxJiu3Bj4iTSXeQQqQuOVYsHKCnmawoFZobO_gmnUOyafdBrh3OPD9ui-cGccELmC_BWwD6YDjOKMljjROe54m2R4KOxWLrQ_OajnV7rOMOzMbQWtBEIjZf90/s1600/0027t.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6PPPAEr0v4tWw33QFdXSxJiu3Bj4iTSXeQQqQuOVYsHKCnmawoFZobO_gmnUOyafdBrh3OPD9ui-cGccELmC_BWwD6YDjOKMljjROe54m2R4KOxWLrQ_OajnV7rOMOzMbQWtBEIjZf90/s1600/0027t.jpg" /></a>So, all breakfasted up, and suitably kitted up and ready to take on Mo Farah, I said my goodbyes to the wife, and headed to the train station for my commute to Blackheath whilst she went back to chill out and watch the start of the race on the TV.<br />
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The first train was rammed to the doors, but fortunately a second train came along only a few minutes later and was virtually empty meaning a well appreciated seat. It was at this point that the nerves finally started to kick in. The landmarks of central London were fast disappearing into the distance, and it suddenly became very apparent just how far I would have to run!<br />
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Once at Blackheath there was a great atmosphere, with all the runners descending on the park and onwards to their various start pens. I obliged in my duties of pre-race toilet stop, and dropped my kit bag off to the waiting lorry before heading to my pen to await the start of the race.<br />
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The supporting crowd throughout the course were fantastic, unbelievably so, and right from the start they were cheering and clapping for every single runner out on the course. The first few miles went very smoothly, and I'd quickly settled into my usual running rhythm. My highlight of the first few miles, had to be the group of highly enthusiastic Italians, who were whooping, cheering, and "oggy oggy oggying" their way around. They were clearly enjoying themselves, and that enjoyment was infectious for all of those lucky enough to be in earshot.<br />
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Another highlight of the opening miles was one supporter holding aloft a home-made side disinterestedly, that simply said, "Worst Parade Ever". Brilliant.<br />
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Onwards then to Rotherhithe and the first point where I was expecting to see my wife. Although the process of constantly scanning the supporting crowd for a familiar face can be quite distracting, knowing that there is a loved one somewhere and coming up is a real motivator, after all, you want to look fit and fresh when they see you! I spotted my wife as I was passing her, but I couldn't let the moment pass, so I slammed on the brakes, darted back to her and grabbed hold of her in the crowd for a nice sweaty hug before carrying on my way. I'm not sure she appreciated it too much but never mind.<br />
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Tower bridge was the next landmark, and it come into view immediately after a ninety degree bend, and so it was upon me from out of nowhere, a sight I was very happy to see as it marked more or less the half way point. I hit the official half way point in 1:54, and was feeling good that I would be able to get around in sub four hours.<br />
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Unfortunately that feeling didn't last too much longer.<br />
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When you are embarking upon a marathon there's plenty of good advice that people will band about to try and help, for example...<br />
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<li>Don't focus on the full 26.2 miles, break the race up into short manageable chunks.</li>
<li>A slow steady pace is better, and easier.</li>
<li>Find a refuelling strategy that works for you and stick to it.</li>
<li>Run with your head lifted up.</li>
<li>Ignore the crowds, run your own race.</li>
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...all brilliant bits of advice, all sensible, and all useful. Unfortunately it was about mile 16 upon entering the Isle of Dogs, (now officially my least favourite island), that for some reason my brain decided to disregard all of these things and started to tell me to do pretty much the complete opposite. It was also the time that I started feeling the cramps start to hit my legs. I'm not entirely sure which one came first.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqFdu5j6-CjjAtSEznkFEjOS9Y9lZTEeQJTL1DFclFeGWWFeA8qk4aQjrMUYuGU683_ARIiSVJDnWGW-RjIxq-Ts5RPN8PA3jTeyyGlzKp5xWAC_rSDmA2YUEtyAfROa7w2lnXi2qhOvs/s1600/0030t.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqFdu5j6-CjjAtSEznkFEjOS9Y9lZTEeQJTL1DFclFeGWWFeA8qk4aQjrMUYuGU683_ARIiSVJDnWGW-RjIxq-Ts5RPN8PA3jTeyyGlzKp5xWAC_rSDmA2YUEtyAfROa7w2lnXi2qhOvs/s1600/0030t.jpg" /></a>I'm not convinced that I ever truly hit the dreaded wall, but the initial cramping in the back of my legs was then joined by the strangest cramp I have ever felt, kind of on the insides of both of my knees. This combined with the temperature hotting up, meant that my time was starting to be seriously impacted.<br />
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Tired and cramping I had no alternative but to start walking for short stints, I tried to keep the walking down to a minimum, partially through sheer determination, but mostly due to the fact that the crowd were so supportive, that it felt really bad to be letting them down by walking.<br />
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They would scream and shout out your name, encourage you to get going again, "There's only a few miles left, don't give up" they would cry. All very helpful, but sometimes, you just need a little moment to get your thoughts together by yourself, or maybe that's just my introverted view.<br />
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About three out, I know that the 4 hour mark was going to slip away from me, I needed to hit sub 8 minute miles to even have a chance, and with more than three and a half hours of running in my legs, I knew it just wasn't going to happen. I didn't let it get me down though, and made the decision then to stop pushing myself for it, and to relax, chill out and try to soak up the atmosphere as much as possible to the finish.<br />
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The last mile felt like it went on forever, the sheer noise of the crowd driving you on through what felt like a tunnel of cheers, horns, banners, flags and charity t-shirts. The determination of hitting the famous turn into the Mall and seeing the finish line silencing the cries of agony from my legs. The thought of all the money I had raised for charity evicting all negative thoughts from my mind.<br />
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Like Tower Bridge, the turn into the Mall was upon me almost unexpectedly. The finish line was in view and I had done it. Although the thought of a sprint finish entered my mind, I knew the a slight increase in pace from shuffle to jog was about the best I could muster at this point. About ten metres out from the finish line I decided to make the most of the moment, and raise my arms aloft in true celebratory style. Unfortunately, doing so somehow triggered a sharp cramping in the backs of both my legs, forcing me to hobble and limp across the line, much to the amusement of the runners following behind me.<br />
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Not quite the perfect finish line photo I had in my mind, but I had finished in a time of 4h05:22 which despite being annoyingly close to my four hour target, is still a very good time for a first marathon and of course, a new PB.<br />
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Once across the finish line, the post race 'funnel' was immense. Apparently as I was finishing they were averaging nine runners across the finish line a second, so you can imagine the logistics. Timing chip removed first, and then medal and goody bag given out. Off to the side for a post race finishers photo, and then down the Mall to try and find your allocated lorry carrying your kit bag.<br />
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My wife was particularly pleased to see me, not just because I am generally awesome, but mostly because she had gotten into a bit of a panic. Before the race we both installed a GPS tracking app onto our phones, so that she could follow my progress around the course, and ensure that as I was approaching her viewpoints in the crowd she would know and be ready for me. As I'd finished for some reason the app told her that I was in the medical centre. You can understand why she was a bit concerned!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfqeQye7yAhBJjTDvCTEPec01rntbYv8D_nXVIqxH3GbV0VuHVDZU_hBLItuxgYM1HVlqq_R7zkeGbefjpH12lkYjp_ooJPn4WNjSzrb2oHi6mKi2Mt15q3-_Anluf21QqsS8QtV_whbI/s1600/10176230_10152018432786625_1994854560468540870_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfqeQye7yAhBJjTDvCTEPec01rntbYv8D_nXVIqxH3GbV0VuHVDZU_hBLItuxgYM1HVlqq_R7zkeGbefjpH12lkYjp_ooJPn4WNjSzrb2oHi6mKi2Mt15q3-_Anluf21QqsS8QtV_whbI/s1600/10176230_10152018432786625_1994854560468540870_n.jpg" height="200" width="150" /></a>As for my next challenge, everybody seems to enjoy asking me if I'm going to be entering the ballot for next year. My wife is particularly interested, although she has also already told me my answer.<br />
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On completing the marathon I had two words which I was keen to post on Facebook at the time, but my battery had died. "Never. Again.". On reflection, that may have been a bit brash. I'm certainly not intending on entering for next year, but may well convince myself to pick up the challenge again in the future and try to get sub four hours, there's certainly lots of things I have learnt from experience that will help me if I ever am lucky enough to do it again.<br />
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The biggest reason for not wanting to go for it next year is not the race itself, just the sheer amount of training that goes into a marathon. If any of you are feeling inspired though, the ballot opens on April 22nd, and you'll have to be quick, there's only 125,000 ballot entries available and they go fast!<br />
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I am intending to carry on with my running, albeit slightly scaled back, and am seriously considering entering the Great South Run again this year, as I know I can beat my PB for that one, and in the meantime, I'll probably get back into Saturday morning <a href="http://www.parkrun.org.uk/">parkruns</a>, a great platform for anyone wanting to give running a go, and a nice change for my legs to go at a faster pace in an attempt to shave down my 5k PB time.<br />
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It wouldn't be right to not mention my sponsorship total in this post, and to thank each and everyone of you that has sponsored me. I now need to collect in all my cash sponsorship, and so the total is not yet confirmed, but I am currently expecting it to be a mind blowing £1,460.83, or in fact an even more staggering £1791.79 once gift aid is taken into account, that's not just enough to send a dairy cow, it's almost enough to fund an entire farmyard!<br />
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I know it's unlikely but if you are still yet to sponsor me and wish to do so, the page is still open at <a href="http://www.virginmoneygiving.com/davidjohns">www.virginmoneygiving.com/davidjohns</a> and anything you can give will be very gratefully received!<br />
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<span id="goog_1788739022"></span>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03363709900075550023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743134760412886371.post-47252359901344760472014-04-06T20:32:00.004+01:002014-04-06T20:48:56.038+01:00One week to go<div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
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Since my 20 mile long training run, I have been embracing my taper period. The first week, my legs were shot after the 20 miler, and I didn't head out until the following Sunday. It was a struggle. The day before not only had I played hockey, but we'd been out for a few drinks to celebrate the end of season. Given that we finished second and got promoted, I thought it only right to allow myself a few shandies. </div>
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However, the following morning whilst my team mates were laying in bed, nursing hangovers, I headed out for what would be a gentle 11 mile run. <span style="font-size: 11pt;">I took it nice and easy, and the fuzzy head and mild hangover did it's best to slow me down and make me want to give up, but I got round and felt a lot better for it afterwards.</span></div>
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This week I have been equally rubbish at running during the week. I know I should be heading out for a few gentle midweek runs at this stage, but I'm really lacking the motivation. I think the marathon has come at just the right time. I'm really starting to get a little bit bored of running now!</div>
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To make up for a lack of midweek running, and the lack of any hockey match on Saturday, I headed down to Southsea seafront to participate in the Southsea ParkRun. For those of you unfamiliar with ParkRun, it is a community organised weekly 5k running event, that is free to take part in, with events up and down the country. I really would recommend it for all levels of runners. (<a href="http://www.parkrun.org/">www.parkrun.org</a>)</div>
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I'd run a few of these a good few years ago in Eastleigh, where my best time was 24:55. Having beaten that 5k time on a marathon training run, I thought it would be fun to head down for a short fast run to see if I could beat my 5k PB, and to give my legs a change from the steady plodding they had become accustomed to. The weather was perfect and I despite starting far too far back in the bunch for the pace I wanted to run, I soon got up to speed and was averaging sub 7 minute miles! Sub 7! A pace I had only ever dreamt of! My previous mile PB was 7:14, and here I was beating that by about 20 seconds, I thought my heart was going to explode out of my chest!</div>
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Fortunately I remained a cardiac explosion free zone, and despite slowing a little during the third mile, a very competitive sprint finish saw my finish time hit an incredible 21:51. As I finished slightly ahead of my sprint finish rival, I heard from behind me, "lets see if you can do that when you're 60!". Credit to the guy, he put on a good sprint for a 60 year old, I'll be very happy if I can run like that in 30 years time!</div>
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Today's run was another slow and steady run, just plodding around 10 miles to spend a little time on my feet whilst avoiding any injuries. The weather was uninspiring greyness, but it made for ideal running conditions. I took some time to just enjoy today's run, it was after all my last long run before the big day.</div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;">In fundraising news, my total has been progressing nicely after another push, and lots of donations from many more kind hearted souls, and I am edging closer to the second cow. (Especially if you include Gift Aid!). I know there are a few people who are yet to sponsor me that are intending to, but with a week to go, time is running out, and so now is the time to do it!</span></div>
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If you are yet to sponsor me, (or would like to do it again!), my sponsorship page as always is: <a href="http://www.virginmoneygiving.com/davidjohns" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">www.virginmoneygiving.com/<wbr></wbr>davidjohns</a> </div>
Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03363709900075550023noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743134760412886371.post-3504413532759620162014-03-23T21:13:00.002+00:002014-04-06T20:32:55.290+01:00Time for the taperToday was the day of my longest training run, which I took as an opportunity to treat as a dress rehearsal for the marathon itself. I woke up early and unusually for me on a Sunday, had some breakfast. This of course meant that I then had to wait a couple of hours for my breakfast to settle down, so I used this time to take the dog for a bit of a stroll, to simulate the trek across Blackheath park to the blue starting zone.<br />
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Today's run was 20 miles long, and it took me up to Tesco in Havant, down to Canoe Lake in Southsea, and then back home.<br />
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I'm going to resist the urge to talk about any sort of 'journey', but the last few weeks have been a bit up and down. After completing 18 miles, my legs were absolutely shattered for the run on the following Tuesday, and could barely manage 3 miles. Suddenly the marathon distance seemed very daunting again. Fortunately a few days of rest and they were back to their best. Then the sun came out.<br />
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It's not been entirely sunny and warm though. Taking advantage of my works flexible arrangements, I headed out one Thursday afternoon at half two, to get a seven mile midweek run in, and as I headed out into the sunshine, it wasn't long before I was fighting through some incredibly thick fog, good job I knew where I was going because there wasn't much visibility.<br />
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I can't tell you too much about what happened in today's 20 mile run, but I do know that I started off averaging a stunningly fast 8:15, and overall this only reduced to 8:22. It was a pace I was feeling comfortable maintaining too which was amazing. I guess that's the difference a drop in the temperature, and no hockey match the day before can make.<br />
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After 20 miles I won't say I felt good, but I certainly felt a lot better than I did after the 18 mile run a few weeks back. I was carefully managing my drink and fuel intake today, making a conscious effort to have at least a sip of Lucozade at each mile point, and also a couple of Jelly beans every three miles. It did feel like I was consistently stuffing sticky fruity sugary stuff into my gob, but it did keep me going and the difference was noticeable, so I will certainly be aiming to replicate that on race day.<br />
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At the end of the run, I took the opportunity for a cheeky selfie, to capture the effect that 2h:47:34 of running had had on me, somehow I still managed to crack a smile. In honour of the #nomakeupselfie that swept the social networks this week, I also sponsored myself £3 for the privilege. (Feel free to do the same).<br />
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So now to the taper, an opportunity to drop down the miles, and give me legs a bit of a rest, so they can be ready and raring to go in three weeks time. Bursting to go.<br />
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With the long run behind me, I can now refocus my efforts on my fundraising. My total currently stands at £1088, and I am hopeful that I will be able to raise that up to £1500 before the big day, even if I have to cheat and include gift aid. That would be enough to send not one, but two dairy cows, changing two families lives forever.<br />
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I know it seems that everyone seems to be asking for money at the moment, particularly with Sport Relief only just passed, but anything you could spare at all would be very gratefully received, even if it is just £1. I can assure you I am certainly putting in the effort at this end!<br />
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It's quick and really easy to do at: www.virginmoneygiving.com/davidjohnsDavidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03363709900075550023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743134760412886371.post-91374632760131995312014-03-02T21:00:00.000+00:002014-03-02T21:00:27.674+00:00Missing a car and hitting a fenceRunning is hard. Beginners on a treadmill will often be amazed at how few calories they burn off with 10 or 15 minutes of jogging. An amazement that will only be furthered when they see the number of calories on the back of their vending machine Mars bar upon leaving the gym.<div>
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But it all depends on your sense of perspective. When running, you burn around 150 calories per mile. This may not sound like much on it's own, but when you head out for an 18 mile run, it soon adds up to 2700 calories. Now that is a big number.</div>
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The first 9 mile lap was largely uneventful, except for when I nearly got myself run over. Approaching a usually quiet road, I was surprised to see a car approaching. Being a survival loving kind of human I waited for the car to pass before crossing. Only when I was halfway across, did I spot the car that was following behind it and heading straight for me. Fortunately I crossed fairly swiftly, and so suffered nothing more than a flush of embarrassment. Top tip to anyone out running. Look before crossing roads.</div>
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I'd never tried a pouch of energy gel before, and I have to say it was an experience that I'm not sure I wish to repeat. The taste was incredibly sweet and fruity, but more than anything it was the texture that really disturbed me. The closest thing I can think of to compare it to is a crème brûlée, but obviously without the palette pleasing caramelised sugar. I think I'll stick to jelly beans in future.</div>
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At points, the thought of extended the second lap to make it up to 20 miles did enter my head, but I'm glad I stuck to the planned 18. The last mile was very difficult, and my pace slowed to 9:13. I'm not sure that I was hitting the dreaded wall, but it was in the very least, a fence. I finished the 18.14 miles in 2:38.13. The thought of running another 8 miles on top of that is daunting to say the least. I have a feeling that the impact that the wall has on me, will make or break my hopes of hitting a sub four hour time.</div>
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In other news, I gave my fundraising another push at work at the tail end of the week, what with it being pay day and all, and thanks to some very generous colleagues, my sponsorship total has now broken through the £750 target to fund a cow!</div>
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It's fantastic news and I would like to thank everyone that has donated so far, but I'm not going to stop there. With six weeks still to go, there's plenty of time to push the sponsorship as high as I possibly can, and who knows, I might even raise enough to send two cows!</div>
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Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03363709900075550023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743134760412886371.post-78153650184213154532014-02-23T19:17:00.001+00:002014-02-23T19:17:42.103+00:00The muddy beachToday I completed the Portsmouth coastal half marathon, my first ever competitive race over this distance. I have had experience of a handful of runs of that distance, and further over the last few weeks as part of my training, but it was really helpful to have this race as part of the marathon build up.<br />
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With a field of of 760, it was a relatively small race, but it still provided me with ample opportunity to practise my race day techniques. Pacing myself to keep to my pace when surrounded by other runners, weaving around the slower runners at the start, and of course hardest of all, trying to drink from a water filled plastic cup on the move. I'm pretty sure at the first water station I managed to get more water in my nose than I did in my mouth.<br />
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The weather wasn't kind, although the rain held off, there was a very strong southerly wind. For the majority of the race it was blowing across us, and for section we were having to run straight into it. The only time we had it on our backs we were busy negotiating the muddy beach and puddle strewn gravelly path, not really ideal underfoot conditions to make the most of the tailwind.<br />
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At the five mile point, I was cheered on by a my army of supporters that had made it out, well my wife and the dog. Seeing them was really good motivation to keep me pushing as I was about to turn back into the wind. It also meant I got some photos of me actually running.<br />
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It was great fun to run on a mix of terrain, mud, beach, gravel, tarmac and a boggy field to boot. Needless to say my shoes are no longer quite the bright colour they were, but I'm sure they'll be back to their luminous best after a couple of good runs in the rain to clean them up.<br />
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Overall it was an excellent course, well signposted, well marshalled and ample water / jelly bean stations to keep you going. I would highly recommend this race to anyone considering a half marathon, either as marathon preparation or as a target on its own.<br />
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With an eye on the conditions, both meteorological and underfoot, I wasn't expecting a great time, and initially I was aiming for anything sub 1:50. However, spurred on by a couple of fellow London marathon trainees, the first telling me to go for the best time possible rather than trying to run at a marathon pace, and the other laying down the challenge of a sub 1:45 time, I decided to go nuts and try and hit the 8:00 minute mile pace required.<br />
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The first few miles felt easy and I was averaging slightly faster than that, however the muddy section of the race, followed by the section into the wind, hit my pace hard, and then I was always playing catch up on the pace. With a couple of miles to go I was certain I wouldn't be able to hit 1:45, but 1:46 was well within my grasp.<br />
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The finishing pack was full of goodies, including plenty of energy gels and tablets that will come in handy as my long runs kick in. Best of all, there was a running snood in there too, which will no doubt come in handy on my colder evening runs.<br />
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The training plan must definitely be having an effect. Compared to the Great South Runs that I have previously completed, my legs feel a lot fresher and less achy after this race, and I completed the first ten miles of this race a full seven minutes quicker then my GSR personal best too. Maybe that's another race I'll have to enter again too!<br />
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There are now only seven weeks to go until the marathon and it is approaching very quickly. Next weekend I am heading out for an 18 mile run. I think I'll try and avoid the hill this time though, and do a couple of 9 mile laps instead to help me refuel half way round.<br />
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On the sponsorship front, my total is now up to £685, so very close to my target. If you are reading this as someone that keeps meaning to sponsor me, but hasn't quite got around to it yet, please take a minute or two to do it now. It really is quick and easy to do at <a href="http://www.virginmoneygiving.com/davidjohns">www.virginmoneygiving.com/davidjohns</a><br />
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Thank you so much.Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03363709900075550023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743134760412886371.post-78490158480154435692014-02-14T19:41:00.003+00:002014-02-14T19:41:30.082+00:00Every run's a school run<br />
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<li>Running gloves are worth their weight in gold.</li>
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<li>Marathon training is incredibly time consuming, and not just the weekend long runs.</li>
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<li>My clothes are all mysteriously getting slightly bigger and looser.</li>
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<li>Dogs aren't great pacemakers.</li>
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<li>Rest days are the best days of all.</li>
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<li>The fuel you eat makes a massive difference to how you run</li>
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<li>Orange shoes are the fastest of all shoes.</li>
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<li>Nipples hurt when they bleed.</li>
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<li>Running downhill is scant consolation for the effort put in to get to the top of it in the first place.</li>
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<li>When you stomp through an especially deep puddle, your shoe will squelch funny for at least 10 strides.</li>
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<li>Getting pelted by an all encompassing wall of splashed up puddle water, caused by an ignorant twonk in a sports car makes very little actual difference when you've already been running in heavy rain for two hours.</li>
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<br />Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03363709900075550023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743134760412886371.post-2134346360260131052014-02-09T20:32:00.000+00:002014-02-09T20:32:07.023+00:00Over the hill and far awayThis week I was back up in Scotland for work. I did my best to eat as healthily as possible, which is not easy in Scotland, and I'd planned to carry on with the training plan so I packed my trainers and running gear.<br />
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On Tuesday I headed out on a dark and cold six mile run. Despite being Scotland, the weather wasn't entirely terrible. It was cold, but nothing that couldn't be compensated for with a base-layer.<br />
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Previously in Scotland I had headed out on a couple of different 3 mile runs, so I combined the two of those and made it up to the distance.<br />
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The run felt surprisingly difficult, the legs felt full of energy and good to go, but I was finding it harder than usual to breathe. I can only assume it was the fact it was a bit colder than I was used to. Once I got going, it did start to feel easier, but I never really felt like I could push the pace too hard. All in all, I completed 6.22 miles in 54:29.<br />
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I had intended to head out for a second time on the Thursday, but unfortunately we didn't get away early enough, making it the first run on the training plan that I have missed.<br />
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Shame on me.<br />
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For today's long run I had a new toy to play with on the way round after treating myself to a Garmin GPS watch off of eBay. Although I can use my phone for GPS it was nice to be able to glance at my time / pace / distance without having to fight with a screen unlock. There is also a far better chance that the battery on the watch will last the time it takes me to get around the marathon distance.<br />
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I'd planned today's long run to take me off in about the only direction I had yet to run, north. For those of you that know Portsmouth, you know that this means one thing. Portsdown Hill. Mont Ventoux it isn't, but it certainly hurts your legs plenty enough when you're running up it.<br />
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Did I mention the 40 mph winds?<br />
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As well as the hill work to make my legs work a little bit harder, my main aim for today was to get around at a pace closer to my intended marathon pace of 9 minute miles, rather than the somewhat brisker 8:14 I averaged on last weeks half marathon run.<br />
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The hill was certainly hard work, and to make it more interesting, I headed over the top of it, to allow myself the pleasure of heading back over it again on the way back home.<br />
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Additionally it did feel like whenever I wasn't running up the hill, I was running into the wind. Occasionally I had the pleasure of doing both at the same time.<br />
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The 14.29 mile distance was completed in 2:06:56. This averaged my pace out at 8:53. Very happy with that and felt like I could have gone on a bit further, which of course I will have to do next Sunday.<br />
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As I finished, I spotted the carnage that the long run had inflicted upon my left nipple. Apparently I'm not allowed to post a photo of it, so I won't. Although, for the right donation I may reconsider...<br />
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Speaking of donations, my fundraising total now stands at £600 which is so very close to my target. So please, if you haven't donated yet, please give whatever you can afford, to help hit the £750 target to send a cow to Africa.<br />
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You can do so quickly and easily at <a href="http://www.virginmoneygiving.com/davidjohns">www.virginmoneygiving.com/davidjohns</a><br />
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<br />Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03363709900075550023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743134760412886371.post-44425873122444369292014-02-02T20:19:00.000+00:002014-02-02T20:19:41.759+00:00Half way there<br />
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With the exception of a smattering of shingle on the seafront promenade, and some muddy puddles to dance around on the coastal gravelled path, today was a perfect day for running. Sunshine, a cool temperature and a mere whisper of wind. What a contrast from the dreary grey drizzle of last weeks run. <div>
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After the personal best beating 5k run on Tuesday I was looking forward to easing up on the pace, and enjoying the 5 miler on Wednesday evening. The weather had other ideas though. <div>
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I got round the 5.14 miles in 42:18 and had to dig really deep to keep myself going.</div>
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On Thursday I couldn't make hockey training in the evening, so instead of taking the easy option and being lazy, I headed out for a lunch time run with Mike. It was nice to get out for three miles in the daytime, and much better then staying at work, stuck behind a desk. The paths were on the muddy side from all the rain we have been enjoying recently, and our dirty trainers definitely looked like they'd been out for a good run by the time we'd got back to the office.</div>
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Friday was a rest day, Saturday was hockey which we won, so hurrah for that.</div>
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With a fellow marathon trainee boasting about their first of four 20 mile training runs on Facebook, I spent Saturday evening getting twitchy about my training plan. I was undecided about what distance I would do today, and whether or not it was worth upping my planned distances, however the lure of completing my first half marathon distance was too strong to ignore, and wanting to beat a time of 1:50 I didn't want to be distracted by running further than 13.1 miles. I will continue to assess my training plan as I progress, however my main priority will be to remain injury free. This will obviously be best achieved by not pushing the distance too hard or too fast.</div>
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Today's run, as already mentioned, was an absolute pleasure. It was hard work, but I was deliberately pushing for an 8:20 pace to get me round in 1 hour 50. The reason for this target is that I've been told previously that to calculate a marathon time, you take your half marathon time, double it and add twenty minutes. As I'm going for a sub 4 hour marathon, 1 hour 50 was therefore my half marathon target.</div>
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I decided to run the 10 mile route I'd run a couple of weeks ago, but added on an extension to take me further along the seafront. For those that know Portsmouth, I continued westwards past Canoe lake and turned instead at Clarence Pier. There were plenty of fellow runners out and about, lots of dogs enjoying their walks and an ankle biting terrier which I managed to just about dodge in time.</div>
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I completed the half marathon distance in 1:47:44, which meant I was comfortably under the 1:50 target I'd set. Happy days. Absolutely shattered though, and entirely intimidated at the thought of having to do it twice over.</div>
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Next week I am heading back up to Scotland with work. I will have to make sure I'm strict with the eating, and training plans as it is easy to slip up when away from home and it's usual routine. Next Sunday I will be doing a 14 mile run, and for good measure I'm planning on heading up and over Portsdown Hill, and then of course back up and over it again to get home. I don't imagine it will be easy but it will be a good challenge on the legs. I suspect I'll be going a bit slower than this week.</div>
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On the fundraising front, I have had another bit of a push. The total was a little bit over £300 at the start of the day, so was keen to hit the half way point of my £750 target on the same day that I first completed half the distance.</div>
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Thanks to the amazing generosity of my friends, family and an anonymous galaxy hitch-hiker, I am now very proud to say we have broken the £500 barrier! That's two-thirds of a dairy cow!</div>
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There is still a fair way to go though, so for those of you that wish to donate, you can do so quickly and easily at <a href="http://www.virginmoneygiving.com/davidjohns">www.virginmoneygiving.com/davidjohns</a></div>
Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03363709900075550023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743134760412886371.post-41725602385178936042014-01-28T23:42:00.003+00:002014-01-28T23:42:30.501+00:00A short sharp burstToday my training plan allowed me to get away with a mere three mile run. I carefully planned the route to find the flattest, straightest route with the least road crossings possible.<br />
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The idea of the occasional short sharp run in the training plan is not only to give your legs a rest from the longer runs, or to provide a fresh mental stimulation, but also to quite literally, get a bit of speed into your legs. I'm not sure how this then goes onto helping you during a much longer race, but presumably it does somehow. We shall see next Sunday I guess.<br />
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Well rested and full of beans I set out with the intention of beating every PB possible up to the 3 mile distance. The weather was dark and drizzly, but I'd managed to miss the worst of the rain that had splashed down not too long ago, and had a great time splashing through all the puddles, averaging 7:14 miles in the process.<br />
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The scariest thing to come out of the whole run was how short 3 miles felt, a distance that not too long ago, I would have struggled round.<br />
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I beat my 3 mile personal best time by 36 seconds, and also broke my 1 mile, 3k and Cooper (distance in 12 minutes) personal bests. Well happy. There's definitely something in the theory that orange shoes are faster than regular white ones.<br />
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My 1k personal eluded me by a second. I will beat that at some point even if I have to do just a single kilometre at some point.<br />
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Despite running 3.1 miles in 22:26, and having set my phone to target 5k in 23:00, for some reason it didn't acknowledge my beating of that PB. I can only assume that it cut out a metre or two too short?<br />
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On the sponsorship front, I have now broken the £262 mark. This, significantly, means that I have raised £10 for each of the miles I will be running. Whilst I acknowledge that there is still a long way to go to hit the magical £750 mark, I would like to take a moment just to thank every single one of you that has sponsored me.<br />
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I am truly grateful to all of you, and it really does mean a lot to me that not only have you been so generous with your money, but also that you've been generous with your time. Simply taking a moment out of your life to fill in a sponsorship form, really will help to change someone's life forever.<br />
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Thank-you.<br />
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(Shameless <a href="http://www.virginmoneygiving.com/davidjohns">sponsorship </a>link)Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03363709900075550023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743134760412886371.post-35784987310469875172014-01-26T20:43:00.001+00:002014-01-26T20:55:00.214+00:00There and back againSome days are made for running, the sun is out with a smile on it's shine, greeting each bouncy stride with a cheery hello. The wind is light, the paths are dry and you wonder why anyone would be doing anything other than enjoying the wonderful scenery of the world outside the door with a relaxing jog.<br />
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Today was not one of those days.<br />
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The week started out well enough. On Tuesday I had a "short" five mile run. I dashed home after work to get a quick run in, before rushing into, and out of, the shower to pick up the wife from work. In hindsight I was staggered that not only did the five mile run feel easy, but also that I had reached the point where a distance that used to daunt me, was now just a brief "popping out for a run" distance.<br />
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My legs felt nice and refreshed after the rest day, and with memories of last weeks personal best beating run, I decided I'd try and keep the pace up in an effort to beat my 1km personal best which I had only equalled the week before. I failed in that attempt, but I did creep under my 3km personal best by a second which was a nice surprise.<br />
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Wednesday's six miler was fairly uneventful, I didn't push it too hard, and concentrated on maintaining a steady pace, around the 8:30 minute mark. The sort of pace I will be hoping to be running at on the big day.<br />
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On Thursday hockey training was cancelled due to problems with the floodlights, so I must confess I was lazy and made the most of the unexpected rest day. Friday was another rest day, and the less said about the hockey match on Saturday the better. Needless to say, we're not top of the league any more.<br />
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I awoke early, and rolled over to check the weather on the phone to see if I could get away with a few more minutes in bed. Unfortunately the rain was coming, so I decided to get up and out there quick sharp, in a bid to dodge as much of it as possible.<br />
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Most of my Sunday runs seem to be of significance now, and today was no exception. After last weeks Great South Run equalling distance of 10 miles, this week I was faced with running the farthest I had ever been, an experience I will be repeating quite a few times up to and including Marathon day.<br />
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It's a dangerous business, going out of your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to. With the wife's workplace almost exactly six miles away, I took the opportunity to head in the direction of Portchester, on a there and back again type run.<br />
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The clouds were grey, and hung ominously waiting to coat me with their watery ammunition. The roads seemed eerily deserted this morning. I'd set off at 8:00 am on a Sunday, but it did feel all a bit "28 days later" until I saw my first car, two miles into the run!<br />
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Three and a half miles in I was faced with an unexpected underpass, with a nice friendly blind right angle turn into it. Warily I entered, half expecting a gang of orcish youths to greet me, half expecting someone to be strewn in there following some antics from the night before.<br />
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As it turned out, it was completely clear and safe. There's always something worrying about a brightly painted and colourful subway. You just know they're trying to compensate for something. At least I knew it would likely be clear on the way back, of dead bodies at least.<br />
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Shortly after, the rain came. Not particularly interesting rain, just the sort of grey horrible drizzling rain, sucking out any glimmer of hopeful colour that had survived so far into the day.<br />
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As I reached the turning point, I ran past Portchester crematorium where my grandparents were laid to rest. Reflectively I took a moment to remember them, and knew that if it was at all possible, then they would be doing all they could to support me through the training, and the marathon itself. Failing that, I was heartened by the thought that I would doubtless be thinking of all of them at some point on the day to keep me going. I will after all, need all the help I can get.<br />
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Heading back home I realised that I'd had the wind on the back on the way there. On the exposed, wind facing miles, my pace took a bit of a hit.<br />
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At the ten mile mark, I really could have done without the footbridge that I needed to summit to make it over the road. My legs really felt that one.<br />
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As I was getting near home, I realised that I'd miscalculated the length and with a short detour I could round it up to half marathon distance. That was, until I spotted the wife walking the dog round the corner from our house. After 12.5 miles in 1:49:34, it seemed like a good excuse to stop running, for some hugs, cuddles and licks. I said hello to the dog too.<br />
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On the fundraising front I am now very close to breaking through the £200 mark after another bit of a push this week. With pay day looming for most after the long month of January, I have every intention to carry on with that push in an effort to get me closer to my £750 target.<br />
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<br />Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03363709900075550023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743134760412886371.post-14223743595128591922014-01-19T19:49:00.002+00:002014-01-19T19:56:46.077+00:00Personal bests and accumulated fatigueWell it's certainly been an eventful week, who knew that bright orange trainers could be so much faster than regular white ones! I guess that's why they were so popular at the last Olympics.<br />
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Keen, eager and rested I headed out on Tuesday evening for a 5 mile run with my new trainers on. They were so very comfortable, and although I was aware I was running at a good pace, I was very surprised for the audio update to tell me I'd completed the first mile in 7:30! Overall I averaged 7:34 for the 5.15 mile run which was phenomenal, given that the previous week I was around about 8:10.<br />
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As a result when I got back I discovered that during the run, I'd not only equalled my personal best for fastest kilometre, but had beaten my personal bests for all of the following distances: 1 mile, 3 km, 3 miles and 5km. I'd also beaten my record for the cooper, which is how far can you run in 12 minutes.<br />
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I have no idea if it was a result of the training starting to come together, the new trainers giving me an extra spring in my step, the healthier food I had been eating or more likely a combination of all three, but I was absolutely buzzing.<br />
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The following evening I had a 6 mile run scheduled, but I upped the distance slightly to enable me to have a crack at my 10km PB, given how well I'd run the night before. Unfortunately, I could feel fairly soon into the run that the previous nights antics had taken its toll on the old leg muscles, and despite my best efforts with a still impressive average pace of 7:58, I was agonisingly 14 seconds shy of my target.<br />
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By Thursday I was definitely starting to feel the effects of two longer midweek runs. My training plan up until this point had allowed one or two midweek 3 milers, the increase in distance was telling, but unfortunately for me Thursday was no rest day.<br />
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Although I didn't have a run planned, I did have hockey training to go to. Not only does this change in exercise keep my brain from dying of street pounding boredom, it also allows a bit of pseudo-interval training to make it's way quite easily into my plan. Unfortunately, Thursday night was a night when the heavens opened at just the wrong time. On several occasions, soaked through to the skin with nothing dry to change into to, I contemplated jumping in the car and heading home, it was only the thought of looking down the Mall at the finish line that kept me there.<br />
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Friday thankfully, was a rest day.<br />
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Saturday involved more hockey, and possibly the highest paced, most intense match I have ever played in, as first (us), played second (Petersfield), in the league. With just a point in it, both teams knew that a win was vital to their chance of winning the title. Inevitably it was a 2-2 draw, but again it was a really good interval workout, and better still I didn't pick up any injuries.<br />
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So, onto today's long run, and "just" the 10 miles to do. I had a couple of routes planned, one involved following a similar route to last weeks run, but extending it to take me up to, and around Havant Tesco, the other which was the one I ended up doing purely for a bit of variation, was a run down to Canoe Lake, along the seafront and back home, with a few 'wiggles' to make it up to the ten miles.<br />
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My main target for this run was to beat my personal best from the Great South Run, set in 2011 which stood at 1:27:16. To hit this would need to average about 8:40 pace, something I felt was achievable, so long as I didn't have any stops for walking.<br />
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The run felt good, and although there were a few points were I was struggling, the music, or the views, always seemed to pick me up just when I needed it. My pacing was incredibly consistent, with only 15 seconds difference between my slowest mile and my fastest mile. The low point of the run had to be when I had no choice but to run through a muddy puddle, and get my shiny luminous orange trainers dirty. Sad face.<br />
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Firstly my late Christmas present to myself in the form of a VERY bright pair of asics gt-2000s. They are so very comfortable with plenty of cushioning all over to protect me as I pound down the miles. I'm so tempted to take them out for a jog tonight but it'll have to wait, need to respect the rest days after all.</div>
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<br />Secondly and far more surprisingly was the running vest that had been sent to me by Send a Cow. It looks awesome and very cow like. Just need to find a way of getting my name printed on the front now for added crowd support on the day.<br /><br />I have to admit, it may be three months away still, but it is starting to feel very real now the vest is here.Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03363709900075550023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743134760412886371.post-62789615452765495132014-01-12T19:55:00.002+00:002014-01-12T19:55:46.234+00:00The bounce is back<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I headed out this morning for my 9 mile run, and I have to say, I was pleasantly surprised at how good it felt. Granted it was only a mile further than the long runs I've been doing recently, but I was dreading it a little bit as it was the first long run I have done with a game of hockey the day before.</div>
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Usually on the Sunday after a hockey match, I'm stiff, sore and limping around the house, and with this being the first match back after the Christmas break, I was anticipating even more aching than usual. I have to say though, I felt fine. Certainly during the run anyway, my legs are aching a fair bit now, but then again, there is a reason Monday is a rest day.</div>
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My Tuesday 5 mile run this week was a fairly uneventful affair of running five miles in the dark streets, but on Wednesday I got to head out at lunch time at work with Mike for a nice three miler. The usual lunchtime route is prone to muddiness during inclement weather, so we found a new route and it proved a nice change. The only downside was it was pretty much an "out and back" kind of route, involving two bridges, so plenty of work for legs used to the otherwise pancake flat streets of Portsmouth.</div>
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Additionally I headed out on Thursday for an unscheduled cheeky little three miler with the dog, as hockey training was cancelled. The main thing I noticed during these midweek runs was how easy it all felt, my training is now in full swing and I have the "bounce". The bounce is something I refer to when training, for the feeling I get two or three weeks into it, where everything just seems that much easier, I'm full of energy and I get restless on the rest days.</div>
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On Friday evening, I decided that it was about time I reviewed what I was eating, as I'd come to the realisation that I am only planning on doing a marathon once, and as such I want to ensure I am doing everything I can to get myself under the four hour mark. If I can shift a few pounds, and get the right sort of fuel into my body I should hopefully be able to shave off a good few minutes from my time. Or more importantly, get round in the first place!</div>
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So full of energy, and armed with the bounce I headed out for this mornings 9 mile run. I had toyed with the idea of doing it up and over Portsdown hill, for a bit of hill work, but with yesterdays hockey in mind I decided to leave it for now and see how I got on with something a bit flatter.</div>
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During the week I was lucky enough to spend a few days in London as a Christmas present from my wife. It was amazing fun, and brilliant to unwind before heading back to work on Monday.<br />
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On new years eve I got a 5 mile run in, but the trip to London meant I missed my other 3 mile midweek run. I also ate a bit worse than I probably should have what with the cooked breakfasts, the burgers and the trip to an american BBQ restaurant, but fortunately the trip was filled with plenty of walking, and even climbing the stairs on the underground which was very tough. I flaked out of attempting the 193 steps out of Covent Garden tube station though.<br />
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Back from London and back to marathon training reality with 8 miles today. Apparently it was -3 when I set out, but I had my new running gloves and hat on to keep me nice and toastie. (Thanks Luke for the Amazon voucher). I took a slightly different route to last weeks long run, partially to keep me interested, but mostly to take in the sight of Southsea esplanade covered in shingle. Apparently there must have been some strong winds and high tides whilst I was up in the big smoke because the promenade, and more impressively the road, had been turned into a makeshift beach. </div>
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Anyway the 8 mile run was completed in a 1:09:31, a little slower than last week, but after the eating in London, I was happy with that, and it was a nice change to get round without pushing the pace too hard.<br />
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With the new year now upon us, it is only natural to think of new years resolutions. At the moment I have to say my focus 2014 is going to be the marathon. Not really a resolution though, but I'm hoping the training I will have to do will take good care of the usual fitness / eating habits / weight aspects. It better do anyway!<br />
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Finally, I need to mention this; before I went to London I saw the following video that has been produced as an advert for innocent smoothies and will no doubt be hitting your screens in the near future, however it's worth pointing out that the advert is a true story of the work done by my charity Send-a-cow.<br />
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<br />Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03363709900075550023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743134760412886371.post-36486713612600800042013-12-29T18:01:00.000+00:002013-12-29T18:26:16.856+00:00One run at a timeToday was my first proper Sunday morning long run.<br />
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Portsmouth is a surprisingly small city, and finding even an 8 mile route to run took a bit of effort, my route was effectively a lap from north to south of the eastern side of the island. Plenty of seafront promenade and coastal cycle path was included so it made for a nice run with not only plenty of pleasant waterside views, but also a good portion of the run was spent not having to worry about roads, kerbs, crossings or traffic.<br />
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The weather was pretty much perfect today, a nice cool 4 degress, sunny skies and barely a breath of wind. Wonderful stuff.<br />
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I'd set off with intentions of making the 8 mile route I'd planned the night before in a time of 70 minutes, optimistic perhaps with Christmas memories still fresh in the waistline, but I always figure, if you're going to set a target you may as well stretch yourself a bit.<br />
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So with Green Day's live album beating away in my ears I set off at a smidgen over 8 minute mile pace for the first couple of miles, before settling down to a surprisingly consistent 8:30 pace for the remainder of the run. No negative splits today, but I'm more than happy with a nice steady pace like that.<br />
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Overall I hit 8.1 miles in 1:07:29 and not only smashed my 1:10 target, but also did so with an extra .1 of a mile thrown in for good measure too, happy days!<br />
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When I got in, I was greeted by my wife presenting me with a nice freshly made banana and Vienetta milkshake. I can tell you, that was the most appreciated, and most delicious, milkshake I have ever had. Milk is allegedly just as good as a protein shake after a long run so I can claim it was healthy and good for me too.<br />
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Sticking that time and distance into my marathon time calculator, it throws out a lovely sub four hour finish time of 3:54:12. Unfortunately marathons aren't run with mathematics, they're run with sweat.<br />
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It's intimidating to think that 8 miles is barely scratching the surface of the marathon distance, even after 8 miles it is still the best part of another 10k race on top of that until you reach the iconic half way point of tower bridge. Good job I'm not thinking of the marathon like that.<br />
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Instead I am targeting one Sunday long run at a time, and I have to have faith that the training plan I have compiled will get me there. For the next few weeks, all I will be targeting is a small increase on distance from the week before. Once I'm up to about 15 miles, I'll then be looking at a half marathon race, as well as the final push up the gruelling training run of 20 miles a few weeks before the marathon itself.<br />
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For some reason it's not recommended to bother training the last 6.2 miles. I guess you only need to run one marathon so why waste the effort in training?<br />
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Additional to that I am also heading out a couple of times each week for shorter runs (usually around 5-6 miles) and also throwing some hockey training and matches too to provide me with my interval type training. All good fun.<br />
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<br />Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03363709900075550023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743134760412886371.post-89704689292860627662013-12-27T19:25:00.002+00:002013-12-27T21:34:33.329+00:00Return of the blogI'm sure the internet is full of blogs that have been left to go damp and smelly in an unwanted corner, and those that aren't forgotten about completely are almost exclusively full of apologetic posts lamenting the lack of any update in a while.<br />
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Well this post can be added to that list. I am sorry I have neglected this blog.<br />
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OK, with that out of the way, I can fill you in on what I have been up to since the last update in the middle of October.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcL11Uo0QVq2850BurOQvbwbB_pCPp5UEGYv5x7LK0tixQD5IoHrgYBWlUXAyTmQWK6_nyR8zbtiGk6uqbXJCescSdyWttydMAZsAd2NECG9_tw9cjE-PeHHH-7tzA3Ama7HHXMH0-720/s1600/2013-10-16+18.42.16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcL11Uo0QVq2850BurOQvbwbB_pCPp5UEGYv5x7LK0tixQD5IoHrgYBWlUXAyTmQWK6_nyR8zbtiGk6uqbXJCescSdyWttydMAZsAd2NECG9_tw9cjE-PeHHH-7tzA3Ama7HHXMH0-720/s320/2013-10-16+18.42.16.jpg" width="320" /></a>My trip to Scotland turned into quite a few trips to Scotland, interspersed with some sort of nasty stomach bug, all in all I didn't achieve much running in the run up to Christmas. I did manage two or three runs up in Scotland with some nice views across the local Loch, and a handful more during my weekends at home, all mostly 3 milers. Nowhere near the sort of running I was planning though.<br />
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Unfortunately most of the time up North was spent working a 12 hour day which didn't leave a lot of time after work, barely enough time to check in with the wife before dashing to the hotel bar to get some food in before they stopped taking food orders. Call me lazy, but I also didn't really fancy waking up at half five in the morning to go out before work either.<br />
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Good job I'd entered a 10k fun run on the 15th December to keep my pre-christmas training on track then...<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgamPNRlaTRX1wUgLwYmi8vNUBJ75dc3wj_4GywfdWcEyO7ErVk4pvUVu2fWbXYLWKDvI1Y4l1VljqYaCLwD_n32ylXJGE8q5AmkdcO_P1luEmIeCGQlp8MQxiPWwpeDBKkopfX5-ubyTM/s1600/2013-12-15+10.32.29-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgamPNRlaTRX1wUgLwYmi8vNUBJ75dc3wj_4GywfdWcEyO7ErVk4pvUVu2fWbXYLWKDvI1Y4l1VljqYaCLwD_n32ylXJGE8q5AmkdcO_P1luEmIeCGQlp8MQxiPWwpeDBKkopfX5-ubyTM/s320/2013-12-15+10.32.29-2.jpg" width="179" /></a>It was a 10k Santa fun run along the beach at Southsea, and I had originally entered it with intentions of beating my previous 10k race time of 50:04. However with the complete lack of any substantial training, the effects of quite a few weeks living on expenses, I decided instead a better goal would be to get round and just enjoy the run with Mike who had also entered.<br />
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We both got round in about 58 minutes, but it was never really about the time, it was more about the fun we had on the way round, and of course, the mince pie at the end!<br />
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The less said about the sour cream and chive pretzels we also got the better.<br />
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It was an excellent race and well organised, so I will definitely recommend it to anyone, they do both a 5k and a 10k if you're not sure you'll make the 10k 'hardcore' distance. (About the only time I've been described as 'hardcore' in my life!). The organisers of this event also have a half marathon in the lead up to the marathon so I'll certainly be looking to enter that.<br />
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So, with Scotland done and dusted, and Christmas out of the way it's almost perfect timing for the start of what I have been calling my 'official' training as I start on my 16 week training plan.<br />
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I've been out on quite few runs since the Santa run, sticking to the plan quite well so far and have my first proper Sunday long run coming up, a mere 8 miles. This is where the fun begins! For anyone interested in the details of all my runs, there's a link at the top of this blog.<br />
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For Christmas my wife bought me a running survival pack, a water bottle, some granola, some ice packs and an ankle strap, I wonder if a stretcher would of been more appropriate. I've also purchased a running hat and some gloves to give me no excuses when the cold weather really kicks in so there's no stopping me now.<br />
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I'm also going to start pushing for sponsors a bit harder now too so be prepared for that. As far as I'm aware I'm the only runner representing the charity Send-a-cow at the London marathon so every penny raised will be important to allow them to carry on their excellent work. They've also been in contact to sort me out a running vest so I'll be excellently cow patterned on the day.<br />
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My sponsorship is currently up to £66 which is really good giving the complete lack of any real pushing of it on my part, but still a long way off my £750 which would be enough to, quite literally send a cow. For more information on the charity, or to sponsor me, use the links at the top of this blog.<br />
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I'm also well aware that a certain someone also promised to sponsor me once I update this blog... no pressure.Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03363709900075550023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743134760412886371.post-58407978839785936382013-10-13T20:02:00.004+01:002013-10-13T20:02:49.706+01:00Music, agony and negative splitsWoke up early and headed out for my first Sunday morning run after skipping last weeks. Although I was only heading out for a nice 'little' four miler today, Sunday is going to be my long run day, so it is important I get my legs into the habit of heading out first thing on a Sunday, whilst still aching from my Hockey playing antics the day before.<br />
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I thought I'd try out something a bit different and run whilst listening to music this morning. Not sure of what to pick, I stuck on Paloma Faith and headed out.<br />
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I've never tried running with music before, and I've never really seen the appeal, always preferring to keep an ear out on my surroundings, for enjoyment, but primarily for my own safety. After a few strides, my left headphone dropped out and no matter what I tried, it just wouldn't stick. Maybe I have funny shaped ears.<br />
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So, one ear on Paloma, one ear on the road, and four miles to cover.<br />
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The weather was damp, but a lovely fine drizzly misty sort of rain, almost perfect for running to keep you cool.<br />
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Have to say the music helped immensely, the first two miles flew by, and the final two felt easy too. Even took a detour to go a bit further, and run up over a railway bridge, about the closest thing we have to a hill in Portsmouth.<br />
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At this point, Paloma was repeatedly singing away as I was running tired into the wind, uphill "...this is agony, this could end in tragedy, pour yourself a Rum and Coke...". Cheers for that. Really helped.<br />
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Anyway. Got home and analysed my times on Endomondo. 4.29 miles in 36:35 was a more than reasonable time and I was very happy with that.<br />
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Better than that though, I had, for the first time in my life ever, negative splits! For the running uninitiated, this is mile times which get progressively quicker as you go.<br />
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I'm no expert, but I like to think of this as some sort of holy grail, personally I was just happy they were all reasonably consistent. My mile times have been all over the place recently, with the exception of the treadmill run of course, and I suspect the steady beat of the music helped, so I will definitely be trying it out again.<br />
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Interestingly, Endomondo also displayed average paces against each of the songs I listened to. I'll be keeping a record of all of the songs that made me run quickest, and compiling them into one awesome running playlist. I'll be running like Mo Farah with that!<br />
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Next week I'm off to Scotland for work, so I'll be packing my trainers and a headlamp, as I intend to be heading out into the elements for at least a couple of three milers. Just have to go easy on the expenses or it could get tricky.Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03363709900075550023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743134760412886371.post-11935636354935645522013-10-09T20:48:00.004+01:002013-10-09T20:48:53.407+01:00Smashing targets and pre-race racesWell, I went out on another lunchtime run with Mike today, determined to beat last weeks effort of a touch over 30 minutes, we made it round in 28:04 so that was a target well and truly smashed.<br />
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Well done us. I even cajoled Mike into a bit of a sprint finish at the end.<br />
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The thought crossed my mind today that it would probably be a good idea to sign up for some races pre-marathon, although I'm not a race virgin, it would still be of benefit to practice the race day routine, and the to perfect the art of maintaining a steady pace despite the pressures of running in a crowd.<br />
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I've been trawling through the web and there's a few half marathons I've found leading up the marathon:<br />
-Silverstone Half Marathon<br />
-Fleet Half marathon<br />
-RNLI Coastal Half Marathon (Portsmouth)<br />
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All of these are popular events, and are deliberately well timed for the London marathon. Still not sure about which one or two of these I will do.<br />
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It goes without saying that for a Formula 1 fan, running around the Silverstone track will be an amazing experience, but it is a bit of a drive to get there. The RNLI one is a good course that has been well received by a few friends of mine who have run it, but it is a little wet/muddy/off-road in places. Think I'll give it a go though. Oh and the Fleet half... no idea what it is like. (Any comments on it would be appreciated if anyone has run it!)<br />
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I also thought it might be a good idea to find a nice 10k run to target about December time, as a nice little race to keep me on target, and focused on training. Last year I ran the RNLI 10k a few weeks before the great south, and was gutted to finish with a time of 50:04, agonisingly close to the 50 minute mark. It was the run I've enjoyed the most though, largely helped by perfect running conditions, dead flat and no wind, but it was also very well organised.<br />
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Imagine my joy when I found another 10k run, organised by the same people on the 15th December. I will definitely be running it, and I've even convinced Mike to run it with me, which will be awesome as I will have a training buddy for this race.<br />
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...Oh, and we have to dress up as Santa.<br />
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Should be fun. Feel free to sign up <a href="http://www.fitprorob.biz/santa-fun-runs/">here</a> if you want to join us!Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03363709900075550023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743134760412886371.post-51651436349708086722013-10-08T20:15:00.003+01:002013-10-09T21:21:30.774+01:00The joy of treadmillsWell, my training plan has deviated already.<br />
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A trip away from home for work meant that I wasn't able to do my first planned Sunday run. The common marathon advice is that it is OK to miss the occasional run, but not the long run. Oops.<br />
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Sunday is going to be my long run day once I get into it properly, for now, I need to get my legs into the habit of going out for a little jog so they're ready for the step up in training. Although it is not a disaster at this stage to miss that run, it is not something I want to get into the habit of!<br />
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To make up for the missing Sunday run, I took the opportunity to hit the gym in the hotel I was staying in. The treadmill had a 5k setting and so it seemed rude not to. the run was largely uneventful in itself, but I was made massively aware of the ease of which you can keep a steady pace when there's a machine to do it for you.<br />
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With the help of the treadmill, I did the 5k in a time of 24:18 which is about 7:50/mile pace which I was well happy with. Will be out for another lunchtime run tomorrow, whilst I don't expect to get anywhere near this time, I will be aiming to beat the time Mike and I set last week. I haven't told him this yet.<br />
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On this trip, I was questioned on what my target time was for the marathon. Although my main aim is purely to survive the route, I will inevitably have a target time in mind once I am closer to the event. That's just the way I am with running, competitive at all times, even if only against myself.<br />
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I was introduced by a colleague to the formula of doubling a half marathon time, and adding twenty minutes. Having not yet completed a half marathon, I used some arbitrary maths to extrapolate my great south run times (10 miles), to then be doubled and added to, I found those times would give a finish of four hours twenty, disappointingly over my hopes of a four hour finishing time...<br />
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Although not committing to a finish time I did make the following statements about the following finishing times:<br />
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Five hours - "I would be WELL disappointed with a time over five hours"<br />
Four hours - "I would be WELL happy with a sub four hour time"<br />
Three hours - "If I come in below three hours, I'll be asking for a recount!"<br />
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Tonight, I did a quick change to my running tracking spreadsheet, and modified the predictor for various distances from a straight multiplication, which I always knew was flawed, to the following formula:<br />
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Marathon Time = Time x (26.2 / Distance) ^ 1.06<br />
(taken from <a href="http://www.runnersworld.co.uk/general/rws-race-time-predictor/1681.html">here</a>)<br />
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Best of all, this multiplies up my 5k time to a predicted marathon finish time of 3:52 ish. Happy days.Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03363709900075550023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743134760412886371.post-36133617534809501622013-10-02T20:27:00.003+01:002013-10-02T22:30:09.928+01:00Dogs aren't great pacemakersYay, run number two done and dusted, this is almost starting to feel like a habit!<br />
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Got back from work as it was turning dark, so I kitted the dog out in her high-viz vest, and chucked on my high-viz jacket too. Wish I hadn't, it was roasting.<br />
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Here she is modelling her 'running' vest, looking very lovely.<br />
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Whilst combining the dog walk and my training run in one seems like an excellent time saving idea, it isn't without its drawbacks.<br />
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The dog has no idea how far I am going to go, and so inevitably sets off far too fast with all the excitement. Well, too fast for me at the moment anyway. I dare say she could probably maintain the pace quite easily.<br />
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Additionally, she has an annoying habit of wanting to stop for two or three 'Paula Radcliffe' stops along the route. Not a problem, these things happen, but she doesn't slow gently, she just stops, on the spot, anchored to the pavement. Yanking my arm off as I try to go from steady jog to stationary in the length of a not very long dog lead.<br />
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Anyway, it's not all doom and gloom. I got round the three miles in a little over 28 minutes which is good for now, and as a second run, it wasn't as hard as the second run usually is. Also, part of the run includes a lap of the dogs favourite field. It was really nice being able to let her off lead, and watch her rummage around and enjoy herself freely. At first she found a discarded water bottle and carried it for a while, before swapping it out for an luminous yellow mountain dew energy bottle.<br />
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Presumably it matched her outfit better.<br />
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Anyway, looking quite a sight in all high viz yellow, we passed a family on the way back home and it was there that their little girl made my day...<br />
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<i>"Look mummy it's so cute, that dog's carrying his drink bottle!"</i><br />
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What a great idea.Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03363709900075550023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743134760412886371.post-6747337065891857252013-10-01T21:54:00.003+01:002013-10-01T22:07:20.926+01:00First run, done.So, with my training plan in place, today was the first day of running on the plan, and so off I set during my lunch break for a nice gentle 3 mile run. I struggled round it in about 30 minutes, but it was a run, and it got my legs back in the habit of going one foot in front of another. This little lunchtime run will become my staple leading up to Christmas, and will get me back into the habit of running, and the mentality of keeping a steady pace.<br />
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As an added bonus, my friend and colleague Michael has agreed to join me on these lunchtime runs so that should keep me motivated not to flake out if the weathers a bit dodgy, or I can't be bothered.<br />
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Legs not feeling it too much tonight which is a bonus.<br />
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Tomorrow, assuming I get home before it gets dark, I'll have the dog for company for an evening 3 miler. I've not broken the news to the dog yet.Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03363709900075550023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743134760412886371.post-83877476445819202472013-09-29T16:40:00.002+01:002013-09-29T16:40:29.210+01:00The hardest part is the first stepIt seemed like such a good idea at the time, or at least I assume it did.<br />
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As I get sent a picture of the "You're In!" cover of the magazine, indicating that I was successful in the ballot of the London marathon, I had one immediate reaction. Joy.<br />
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I've never run a marathon before, and at the age of 29, the furthest I have run competitively is 10 miles, twice, and a handful of 10Ks. So, lots of training and learning to do. Seemed like a good idea to get a blog going to record this whole process, for posterity, for motivation or maybe even for distraction.<br />
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It has now been three days since I knew I was running the marathon, and I've not so much looked at my trainers yet. Why? Well a combination of a hockey ball to my ankle and the common cold have put paid to me getting cracking with any sort of exercise on my first weekend. Good job my training plan doesn't start till Tuesday then isn't it!<br />
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My head is buzzing with all sorts of things to put here, my training plan, my background, my motivation, my charity, my hopes, my fears... I'm sure I'll get round to blogging them all eventually. For now though I'll leave you with <a href="http://www.virginmoneygiving.com/davidjohns">www.virginmoneygiving.com/davidjohns</a> just in case you are feeling generous.Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03363709900075550023noreply@blogger.com0