Thursday 24 December 2015

National 3 Peaks Challenge


With 2015 drawing to a close I am noting some of my other achievements besides marathon training. One of these happens to be the National 3 Peaks Challenge (N3P), which I did on Friday 21st August to Saturday 22nd August this year. What makes the N3P so exciting and daunting at the same time is that it manages to combine sleep deprivation, a real endurance challenge for any type of person, extraordinarily beautiful scenery and driving across Britain like a madman all in the space of under 24 hours. This blog is about my experience of the N3P and what my tips would be to people attempting it.


On our way to Fort William to scale Ben Nevis

Monday 30 November 2015

Humbled by Bournemouth

A photo posted by Edward (@uncertainrunner) on



I have been doing a lot of thinking since my last post, as I wanted to really reflect on what happened at Bournemouth. I think my initial reaction to not getting under three hours at Bournemouth was one of trying to look at what I did wrong. Now that I have had time to think about the race I see it in a much more positive light and feel like even though I did not get the time that I aimed for, I did well under the circumstances. So really this post is about how I viewed my race with hindsight. Inevitably my new job has conspired to stop me from posting twice a month, as I had originally planned, but I am still happy with posting once a month. When things calm down at work I aim to try and keep to writing two posts a month or even just updating things about myself on my blog. 


Thursday 15 October 2015

Battling with Bournemouth

This blog post is going to be one of two parts about Bournemouth, as to cut a long story short, things did not go according to plan with how I had envisaged. I will discuss that in the second blog post, but in this one I want to talk about the race and how it went. It is still quite ‘raw’ for me as it is only a week since I ran the Bournemouth Marathon. So if there is anything that comes across as me feeling sorry for myself or like I am moaning then forgive me. It’s simply me trying to describe how I felt at the time.

Friday 2 October 2015

For Whom Bournemouth Tolls

So I think it has been over a month since I have made a post, and this in turn throws out the intention of my last post- namely to post more consistently around once or every two weeks. However I have been very busy over the last month, so my lack of writing has not been in vain. I successfully completed the National Three Peaks Challenge, upped my mileage before the Bournemouth Marathon, recovered from injury, started a new job, replaced my Brooks Ghost 7s and ran the Ealing Half Marathon. So it has been a packed month between August/September to say the least. Being this busy has taught me the importance of thinking through what my blog posts should be about and keeping the word count well below 1,000 words.

Sunday 16 August 2015

Looking to the Future



1 Corinthians 9:26 “Therefore I run in such a way, as not without aim; I box in such a way, as not beating the air

I have been doing some thinking about what the purpose of my blog is for. It is approaching a year since I made my first blog post about running. I still remember the Joseph Campbell quote that I ended with and I still believe in that quote. In some ways my thoughts about blogging and running have not changed since that article, but I am starting to get a better understanding of why I want to write about running. At a basic level it is to do with sharing and documenting what I enjoy about running as well as the challenges that I face; at a deeper level it is more about trying to find my best potential in running and realising at the same time that the very act of running takes me beyond myself. It may sound idealistic, but it is truly what I feel, and as in my last post I want to aim for something ambitious so that I can look back on my life beyond the world of work and money. Therefore I thought the quote from Corinthians was appropriate, as I see it as just as much a challenge as a statement about why I run and blog about it.

Monday 10 August 2015

Preparing for Bournemouth



So it has been a while since my last blog post. Over the last month I have been in the process of changing jobs, which is great, but I am in the handover stage in my old job and inevitably this has meant things being busier between July and August. So a lot in terms of my running training has taken place, but frustratingly I have not been able to write about it. So this post is really a catch up on my activities in July and early August.

The main race I did in July was the Wimbledon Half Marathon. The course was relatively difficult, as there was a tough incline verging on being a hill for the first 1.5 miles, and the weather was awful. Rain and wind turned the dirt/ gravel foot path into a mud bath, where I competed with fellow runners to avoid puddles and seek grip with my lightweight shoes. The key positives to take from the race is that my resolve stayed intact pretty well throughout it, there was a slight wobble in my mentality just after coming up to half way through the race. Having the wind and the rain there gave me a good preparation to how things could go at any of the marathons I do in October, which was helpful. Also I came in at only 11 seconds off my personal best- that was on a completely flat course; coming in 16th place on my chip time.

Sunday 19 July 2015

The Long, the Short and the Hilly!

Since my last post about juggling running with the other things in my life and coping with runner’s knee I have done a surprising amount of racing across a variety of distances. From all this activity my knee has held up remarkably well and even though it is stiff, it is not as painful as it was when I first starting having problems with it. From all this running across June/ July There are three key things that I now know are within my control to make my knee better and keep it pain free:

1.       Get more sleep. I have definitely not been disciplined enough with getting to sleep on time and I think it would help my knee feeling looser after long runs.
2.       Looking at buying some new shoes. My main long distance running shoes are wearing through to the soles and have little or no tread in them.
3.       Continuing with my stretching programme, knee strengthening exercises and substituting cross-training for running dependent upon how I feel.

Tuesday 30 June 2015

Juggling Running and Life



I haven’t posted on my blog for what feels like an eternity. It has certainly made me realise how much I enjoy writing about running and where I want to take this blog. I have been coming up with some ideas about I could develop Running to Some Uncertain Purpose, but all of these will take time and some patience in how I fit all my ideas into one coherent shape. It seems to be the trickiest part of running, is having the patience to keep at something when it begins to create friction alongside other parts of your life. That has been the main reason for my lack of presence on this blog- something had to give. A number of work issues popped up in quick succession and I was left with a choice; keep running and don’t blog about it or blog about running but don’t engage in a sport that keeps you physically and mentally fit. My choice was the former, but at that time loads of things seemed to be happening with my personal running journey as well as within the running world. 


 In the world of running it would definitely have to be the allegations of Alberto Salazar participating in doping and also inhabiting the ‘grey area’ of what is and isn’t legal in performance enhancement for his athletes. From a UK perspective these allegations seem to have a global reach, as once again it brings up the spectre of doping in elite running. Paula Radcliffe has been outspoken in her criticism of doping in marathon running and it was only at the beginning of this year that Kenya’s Rita Jeptoo was found to have been doping. There have also been rumours of doping within ultra-running as well. Also by Salazar being accused of doping it has potential implications for his two star athletes: Galen Rup and Mo Farah. From conversations with other runners about this I have found there to be a variety of views about what the allegations of Salazar mean. For some it just shows that at the very highest levels of competitive running personal rivalries can lead to bitter recriminations that eventually spill out into the media, others think it is the BBC and ProPublica trying to smear one of the world’s best marathon runners, many people are worried about the damage it will do to the sport that is not as well funded or widely watched as say football and a few just want to find out the truth. I would put myself in the last two categories. Hopefully this will not be running’s version of the Lance Armstrong scandal. Whatever is going on I think that there should be consideration about how these allegations are handled (including the people who are facing the allegations), that if anything untoward has happened then this needs to be shared in a transparent manner and that we should try to remember the many positive things running brings to people all over the world. My own view is that when there is too much money at stake in terms of sponsorship, media coverage, etc. It can lead to people going too far in the pursuit of winning. Hopefully whatever happens, this issue can be resolved sooner rather than later.

Sunday 31 May 2015

Crossing the Rubicon: Joining a running club





It was a dark and stormy night; lightning periodically broke the skyline against a constant downpour of rain that showered me as I jogged across the park towards the running track. Okay well I am being a little bit dramatic. It wasn’t stormy, rainy and there was certainly no lightning! So I was probably being more than a little bit adventurous with my language. Though I did feel nervous about joining a running club, much like the stereotypical main character entering a forbidden temple or lost civilisation. Was I expecting this club to be something out of Chariots of Fire? I don’t know why I felt nervous about joining a running club. I have joined rugby clubs, a boxing club and been part of fitness classes; so it was not the fear of meeting new people. I think where my nervousness lay is with my anxiety that all that I had believed to be correct with running would turn out to be false or that I was not talented enough to be part of this running club. It is probably a very negative/ cynical view to have of myself. I also find it hard to believe that a club will cater for all abilities. These were just some of the insecurities that I was bringing along to my first track session with this club. At this point you may be thinking, why is this person telling me about how they were feeling? Or why is it such a big deal to join a running club? The simple answer to those questions is that I was joining this club to fulfil a goal I had set myself for running in 2015.

Wednesday 6 May 2015

Reflections on running to date



Sunday 26th April 2015 was a great day for me and the London Marathon. I have already talked about the joys of spectating in my previous post, but after watching Gem running the London Marathon; I knew that I needed to write about the marathon atmosphere that day and experiencing watching someone you love achieve one of their goals.

On a national (and possibly international level) Paula Radcliffe ran her final farewell marathon in London that day- finishing in just under 2hrs 37mins. A phenomenal effort considering the surgery Paula underwent in April 2013 and how she could barely run after it. For loads of people finishing in under 2hrs 37mins would be an amazing time; so it just shows how much of a world-class athlete Paula is, that she could complete the marathon in this time “unprepared”. It got me thinking about how the act of running is such an extraordinary thing. It is such a simple action, yet to get faster we spend hours, days, weeks, months, years and even decades trying to improve our race times! 

Saturday 25 April 2015

The Joy of Spectating: Watching the London Marathon 2015



This year I have been lucky enough to have the joy of watching my fiancée- Gem- run the 35th London Marathon this Sunday 26th April 2015, after having completed my own marathon at Brighton. Not only does this mean that I get to relive the joys of the marathon atmosphere; I also get to a see a loved one pursue something we both enjoy, I can appreciate (arguably) one of the world’s best marathons and am reminded of why I run. There is also the added bonus of seeing Paula Radcliffe make her return to the London Marathon for one last time.

Wednesday 22 April 2015

Brighton Marathon 2015: Triumph over adversity



This is my account of the Brighton Marathon 2015.

Sunday morning- 02:00hrs (12th April).


Things were not going according to how I had envisioned on the morning of my first attempt at running a marathon in under three hours. Below my hotel room was the steady thumping of disco music combined with the cacophony of voices, laughter and cheering from a party that the hotel was hosting. I won’t try to pretend to you that I remained calm. I wished I could say I had, but even my intensive meditation this week could not contain my anger at being placed right above a party. I had even asked the hotel to put us in a quiet room. Things started to deteriorate for me when I started to hear the plumbing from various other rooms. In the end I went down to complain to the duty manager of the hotel; call me a spoil sport but they had a number of  other guests staying who were running the marathon that day and I felt well within my rights. Luckily I managed to squeeze in four hours sleep, but I knew things were not going according to plan. I knew I wasn’t in the right mind set, there was no doubt I was feeling sorry for myself and was very frustrated, but I tried to be positive. I thought about how champion runners would have dealt with the situation and realised they would have got on with the job.

08:35hrs


Saturday 11 April 2015

The final step to the start line: Tapering.



“I had as many doubts as anyone else. Standing on the starting line, we’re all cowards”. Alberto Salazar.


Running, being in general an individual sport, means that things can be quite lonely. Compared to other sports I have played, e.g. rugby, I find from time-to-time I have a certain yearning to share the highs as well as lows of what my training has been like or how a certain race went. This is probably the reason for this blog, is that I like to share what I have been through even if it only helps one other person in their running journey; but also to record how I felt at a particular time or what I have learnt from training. In this post what I am beginning to understand is that tapering is as much a mental battle to believe in the goals you have set yourself for the marathon, as well as being a chance to look at what you have achieved through training and how you will run the race you have prepared for.

Tuesday 7 April 2015

Training finished, into the taper



If it was easy, everyone would do it.


It’s strange sitting here typing up this blog post about how my training has been since January 2015. The main reason is my hard training finished two Sundays ago (29th March 2015), so I have had a chance to think about how my training regime has affected me and what my thoughts are after calming down from the constant varying workouts and mileage. So you could say it is more of a training memoir rather than a diary entry; whatever you call it, it is certainly retrospective. By its nature looking back on something means that you can recollect what happened, but may not feel what it was like as intensely or at all. For me this is certainly another cause for feeling slightly dislocated from writing about training, as I feel pretty much rested and am waiting to run my marathon. So in some ways it is hard to conjure up the initial feelings of surviving such a long and specific training programme.

Though my thoughts and emotions are distanced from completing my training, I can definitely tell you even after resting that it was a lot, lot harder than I expected. I say this to you without any guilt, but there were days when I really didn’t want to run, let alone do any speed work or distance running. If I had to pin down one part of training that I began to dread as the weeks progressed through my plan; it would definitely be the tempo running session. This is where you run at your 10 mile race pace for a certain amount of time. I got very worried about making sure I did this correctly, so I ended up running on the treadmill so as to ensure I kept the correct pace. Not only was this hard, but I also found it immensely boring and led to me using music to get me through the session for the first time in my running career. However by the end of the training I had definitely got the hang of tempo running and in a funny kind of way came to love it. There were also days were I didn’t feel like I had given my all to training, such as when I hadn’t eaten enough beforehand or hadn’t rested properly. For instance, on my last long training run- around 21 miles- my blood sugar levels completely plummeted and I found it hard to put one foot in front of the other. This was not the way I would have liked to finish my last long distance training run, but I stuck with it, did not stop and sometimes that’s all you can ask for. So in a lot of ways my training has not just been to prepare me to beat the three hour mark at Brighton, but has also been a great (if sometimes steep) learning curve about running.

Thursday 2 April 2015

The Shadow that stalks every runner



‘My worst thoughts then, were confirmed. The blackness of eternal night encompassed me. I struggled for breath. The intensity of the darkness, seemed to oppress and stifle me. The atmosphere was intolerably close’. Edgar Allan Poe, The Pit and the Pendulum (1850).

There is an anonymous, widely quoted saying about life that the only two things that are certain about it are death and taxes. For runners this could be translated to the fact that during their ‘career’ there can be many things that happen to them, but due to following their passion at some point they will encounter injury and illness. This is the topic behind the title of my post. I know that both sayings come from a pessimistic viewpoint about life and running, but there is also an element of experience to them. We run for a whole variety of reasons, just go on Amazon or Google “running” and you will find a huge number of books with explanations by their authors about why they run; but we rarely appreciate how much that simple action of putting one foot in front of the other at varying degrees of pace impacts our lives. I would go as far to say that running is almost like any of our other physical functions, that it is almost a reflexive action. Even the person who says that they don’t like running, you will still see them running for a bus or scurrying across a busy road to avoid cars. Like it or not running is something that we can spontaneously do without having to involve ourselves in thought or engage with complex gym equipment. Therefore it is quite a shock to most people when they become ill or injured, and for a time, cannot run like they used to. Indeed one of the reasons for my long delay between posts recently, is due to illness and a few niggles. This may sound silly, but even as I type this post I shudder at those things that hampered my running, as though they could return at any time. 

This is what I mean about a ‘shadow’. For most of us when we are young, we care very little about potential dangers or injuries of sport. It is only when we first encounter a setback in our training programme or an incident in a race that we realise there are things that can hinder us, be they something beyond control or an aspect that we could control. It is from this that we enter into a fascinating paradox about running; it is only when we are not able to run at our best/ or not at all, that we fully appreciate what we have been doing. After we have recovered we are grateful to be able to run to our full potential again, but we come to understand that life can throw obstacles in our way and these are never far away- like a ‘shadow’. My personal experience was in February during some of my hard training for the coming races leading to the Brighton Marathon. I had common cold or what I would refer to as ‘man-flu’. I had muddled through my training programme the previous week and had ignored the signs, leading to the cold spreading to my chest. On Tuesday when it came to my track session I finally acknowledged that I was in no fit state to do anything and ended up having to take Wednesday off sick. Having pushed myself through my training programme the previous week, I also had a number of tight muscle areas where my body had simply needed a rest rather than being pushed any further. At this point I felt dejected and worried about my running. I couldn’t understand how all this training, which had been going pretty well up until this point, had led to me laying down on a sofa taking as many cold remedies as possible.

 Once I came to realise that I would not be doing any serious training for the next few days I reflected upon my setback. My first insight to being ill was that there are two parts to it; the physical and mental. For me it can be quite difficult to separate the two, as I have found that I tend to become quite sad when I start to become ill. The first physical signs of my cold where that when I tried to stand I became dizzy and it was also almost as though the world was one fluid revolving merry-go round that did not stop. Every time I tried to turn my attention to something I couldn’t seem to find a focus and this became increasingly jarring as I could not find the energy to concentrate on anything for long enough. Besides the tight muscles, which I mentioned above, my body felt sore and ached all over. All-in-all I was feeling sorry for myself and annoyed that I could not train. You want to do something, but you can’t because you know that action will only make things worse. It is at this moment, when you cannot do anything physically that I found a battle in my mind took place.
It is hard to describe the thoughts that occur whilst recuperating from an illness or injury. When you are sitting there frustrated the best feeling I can liken it to; is when you have a nice, long, warm bath and come to the realisation that you are not comfortable anymore. The water is tepid, even cold, and you do not want to be there anymore but you cannot move yet. You begin to worry about how you will perform once you have returned from you injury or illness. For some people this can go as far as depression, but for many it will just be a general sense of anxiety. Horrible scenarios enter your head coming and going as the please, with no rhyme or reason. Silly questions start to form in your mind: do people at work think I can’t handle my running training if I get this ill? Is it worth trying to beat the 3hr marathon mark if I get this ill? There are so many runners that are better than me, why should I think I am special? 

These negative thoughts come in waves and to be honest with you can be quite tricky to combat in my opinion. This is partly because the illness/ injury you are going through is generally not making you feel great and when you are in that situation you fail to question the assumptions that are passing through your mind. I also found that my negative thoughts would come in waves and every time this happened I would try and steel myself from letting them affect me. Scott Jurek has an excellent four step process in his book Eat and Run, which I have shared below:

1)      Acknowledge the feeling or emotion you are in.

2)      Analyse your situation, don’t just react to it.

3)      Look at what you can do to remedy the situation.

4)      Seperate your thoughts from reality, i.e. don’t dwell on negative feelings.

Not only do I think this is very practical advice, but it also comes from someone who has raced an ultra-marathon with an injured ankle. Of course you need to practice at these steps to feel benefits. Like a lot of things it won’t just happen overnight, but it is a good way of stopping yourself from falling into a negative cycle. Then one day you can gradually begin to feel better. This can be a small step you take where you don’t feel any pain; or like the tides of the ocean gently lapping a shore, your mental as well as physical wellbeing can imperceptibly improve. It is during these times of recovery that I begin to realise that my injury/ illness will not be permanent and there will be a way out. Not immediately but eventually.

Everyone has a plan until they get punched in the face- Mike Tyson.


The quote above by Mike Tyson may seem obvious and blunt, but in my opinion it really does sum up how we react to life. We can all imagine our ideal situation where we have our ‘Hollywood’ moment and achieve something with everyone cheering us on. Though it is really the moments where we are alone, and possibly even despairing, that help us find out who we are and illuminate our inner reserves of strength. What I am alluding to with Tyson’s statement is that you should be prepared for a few setbacks or that things may not always turn out the way you expect them to. It is when we have suffered an injury or illness that we begin to understand how much we want to achieve something. Essentially it is about being able to adapt to the circumstance that we find ourselves in and understanding how we can keep moving forward. This is a lot harder than it sounds, for me it was wanting to train but realising I couldn’t because I was ill, and it is about developing your own solution to the circumstance you find yourself.

So what have I learnt from injury and illness:-

·         This may sound obvious and a simple thing to do (this article is proof of that), but listen to your body and rest. Sometimes you have to take one step back, to take two steps forward (excuse the pun!). If you think you have a serious injury or something that is not going away then a physiotherapist or osteopath is a great place to start.

·         Besides listening to your body a good thing to try is working with your body to see what helps you recover. I have found yoga, stretching, foam rolling and weight training all help in their own way to getting your body to race another. Other things that I haven’t tried, but people have recommended to me is pilates, swimming and cycling as alternatives to running when your body is aching. The Lore of Running- advocates a number of solutions for solving injuries and Born to Run emphasises correct running form to prevent hurting your body.

·         When you have got an injury or illness a simple thing to get you through it is to be kind to yourself. When I couldn’t train I tried to find ways to see how I had messed up, which was highly negative, eventually realising that I just had to accept it had happened and find a solution to it. I have mentioned meditation in a previous post and I have found this to be one way of being kinder to myself.

·         I have realised that I like to stick with a plan, but learnt that you have to modify it when circumstances dramatically change. Ultimately we must persist, endure and keep the faith when faced with a challenging setback.

‘Nor had I erred in my calculation- nor had I endured in vain. I at length felt I was free’. Edgar Allan Poe, The Pit and the Pendulum (1850).

Wednesday 18 March 2015

À la reserche du temps (in search of lost time)



It was a clear, cold and crisp Sunday morning. My heart was beating hard, but I was still able to breathe pretty evenly as I was nearing the final part of my 14 mile marathon pace run. The air was cold and my lungs were burning, but I felt great. I had lost track of time and all I could remember was that I had been doing roughly 7 minute miles. Just then the metallic and monotonous voice of Run Keeper came out of nowhere stating: “Time: 1 hour and 30 minutes, Distance: 13.1….”At that moment I stopped listening, I had just run my first half marathon in under one and half hours - on a training run! The neutral tone of Run Keeper went from the familiar voice I had listened to for miles and miles, to a well-known veteran sports commentator who had just announced a sportsman winning the world cup prize in their field. All at once I was reassured, surprised and happy that I had made a significant step towards standing a reasonable chance of running a marathon in under 3 hours. I punched the air I was that happy and I just couldn’t quite believe it. During this golden moment I thought about how I had got to this milestone and a number of recent training memories came back into mind; some good some bad, but one in particular stood out.

Saturday 7 February 2015

Going Green: a discussion on food for running



 I thought I would start this blog with a picture of a non-alcoholic beer (technically 0.5%) that I drank a few days ago. I had been for a long run that day – 10 miles plus – and had consumed a Lucozade isotonic sports drink, which has been marketed to us as the best thing we can drink whilst exercising. So you can imagine my surprise when I saw the words on the beer bottle stating that the drink was: “isotonic, vitamin- rich [and] reduced calories”. To be honest with you I didn’t really know what isotonic meant in relation to a drink. Apparently it means a drink containing a similar concentration of salts and sugars as the human body (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sports_drink). Even then my definition only comes from Wikipedia, so please feel free to tell me what your definition is and where you got it from. I could accept that my alcohol free beer had a reduced number of calories, but questioned whether it really contained any vitamins. So you can imagine my surprise when I saw this: http://www.tesco.com/groceries/product/details/?id=263042455.