March Madness

We exchange worried glances with each other; I don't know whether the old man I am running past is concerned or just bemused at the face I am pulling at mile 16 of my final long run. Or is it mile 17? At this point I don't really care, my legs and I seem to be having a constant argument about why we can't just go home and lie down on the sofa instead of doing this long run. So far I have managed to keep them under control, but I start to wonder for how much longer.

March has been a busy month for me. Not only I have managed to train consistently and progress, but also I have been able to race well over two consecutive weekends. Namely the Reading Half Marathon and the Oakley 20. 

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Reading Half Marathon

Reading was starting to become a sort of nemesis for me, as I came away from the last two times I had attempted to race it feeling frustrated and disoriented. My training had indicated so much more for me those previous times. It seemed like Reading was some sort of implacable and silent foe, every year thwarting my efforts to peak at races during my marathon training. Rather like Ryan Gosling felt in Only God Forgives below (of course he knew how I felt...):

Now and then...

I have been thinking a lot about dialogue during February, and not just because of Brexit. To me the constant barrage of abuse and dogmatic belief from both sides regarding the UK's potential exit from the European Union, has highlighted the importance of continued listening and constructive debate between two sides with opposing views. I have also been thinking more about this with my running. 

I tend to find February a tough month to adjust to in my marathon training; it's when the intensity of my speed and tempo session goes up a level, whilst the mileage increases as well. The combination usually leads to me becoming fatigued- whilst I adjust to my training getting harder- and being susceptible to man-flu. It was whilst I had my head covered with a towel over a boiling bowl of Vicks enhanced water, suffering with the aforementioned man-flu, that I listened to Joe Rogan's podcast with Lance Armstrong. I had heard about this episode through the Marathon Talk podcast and it intrigued me. First of all because a lot of the running podcasts tend to focus on the positives of the sport they talk about, and secondly because I haven't really listened to a podcast interview yet where there is a disagreement between the two people talking. The interview with Lance did both of those things: it was about someone who had done something seriously wrong within an endurance sport and Joe wanted to understand why he had cheated, whilst not entirely agreeing with the reasons for why Lance did it. I thought it was a fairly balanced interview, though at some points I thought Joe was being too sympathetic to Lance's stance.I did come away, however, from the interview with a better grasp of how the cheating had occurred and what I genuinely think is a more nuanced view of the systemic problems that cycling/ running faces. An even better example is the Western States 100 Synchroblog Project. I think it is something that should be done more often in running and would allow for a more constructive debate, rather than people getting angry across social media or when an incident happens at a race.

Planning for the future

It's 5 January 2019 in Stratford, and I am running my first 10k of the year. The treadmill has been replaced by the park near the Olympic Stadium and people out on their morning stroll stare aghast at why anyone would put themselves through running on a cold Saturday morning. I am in a small group of runners near the front of the race, and I can hear their various rates of breathing; some people are huffing and puffing, whilst others have a more even breathing pattern. Whilst we hurtle around  the course and down to the River Lea, I am just grateful that things seem to be going okay and my breathing is noticeably better than anticipated. I had expected the heavy deep gasping from my treadmill training in November 2018 to follow me round this course, but I feel in control and my mind feels calm. It is just over a month since I have started receiving coaching, and I urge myself to not get overexcited at the thought of achieving a personal best at this race; don't ruin your race by getting focused on the outcome! I am just happy to be running with people and almost start to have a chat with my fellow competitors and then laugh inwardly at myself for thinking such things.

Drawing to a close…

The Christmas holidays have brought a much needed rest for me, with the chance to catch-up with family and friends. I always find the period between Christmas day to New Year’s Day a strange time, as people seem to become focussed upon finding the best deals and the latest gadgets. I found myself drawn into this whirlpool of consumerism, as I tensely searching the websites of running stores to buy my preferred running shoe at the cheapest price. I convinced myself that it was necessary to obtain these shoes, as I aim to be running the London Marathon in 2019; however I couldn’t help thinking that I had become caught up in the spending rat race that characterises Christmas now. This vast splurge of spending was contrasted with the sad news in the run-up to Christmas of a homeless man dying near the Houses of Parliament. It seems that homelessness is becoming an increasing problem in the UK, with complex causes and taking place against a harsh economic climate and volatile political situation. Regardless of your political or religious beliefs I found this clip I listened to on Radio 4 to be a relevant call to action about how we – as a society – confront homelessness, as well as show some compassion for our fellow man. Whilst people may not agree with the religious message, it does serve as a counter-point to the increasing material nature of Christmas.

Running in the present

I’m coughing and spluttering, all the while as I try to gulp breaths of air running along on the ‘dreadmill’ (a nickname I heard another runner give speed training that is done on the treadmill). The man next to me, who is going at the enviable speed of walking pace, grumbles something about ‘bloody runners, getting in the way of you on the street and making loads of noise in the gym....’ I lose track of his moaning, as I try to focus on not flying off the treadmill. I would say that I care about what this man is saying, but I am finding it simply too hard to get a good rhythm on the dreadmill and I am having to use every ounce of concentration to complete this workout. Not a pleasant experience.

It seems even Google is willing to confirm this, as typing in ‘treadmill history’, immediately brings up posts about treadmills being invented as a form of keeping idle prisoners active and productive in the early nineteenth century. I base this on a Wikipedia post, so how reliable that account is another matter; but what it does state to me is that treadmills were never invented with a positive purpose. Even if they have been adopted en mass by the fitness industry, my speed session is certainly not a pleasant one.

A brief interlude

It’s late and I step out of the air-conditioned hotel apartment onto the balcony. I’m on holiday in Turkey and I feel relaxed. It’s more than just relaxation though, and I always wonder what people mean when they say they are relaxed; it can mean a variety of things to so many different people. For me everything feels lighter and more distant, it’s almost as if all the things going on back in the UK are a distant memory. Something that happened a while ago and there is no need to recall those events or even dwell upon them.

The heat of the September night hits me, as I step outside of the apartment. The previous booming sounds of clubs and cafes have started to die down, with the laughing and chatter of revellers starting to become quieter. I can smell cigarette smoke from a neighbouring apartment, as I look out across the bay. Lights start to switch off, as the last guests make their way back from the bars towards the hotel, with the music becoming ever quieter and in some cases being switched off.

I lean on the balcony railing and look up across the bay and watch the sea from the bay onwards laying in a state of complete calm. It provides a mirror-like surface to reflect the moon that appears to be shining a path of light from the sea all the way towards the bay. The sun beds are empty on the beach of the bay and a few lonely figures stumble along the beach, no doubt feeling ‘jolly’ from their activities at the various bars.

Winding my watch

I decided to take a break from writing about my running in August. I felt there was just a lot going on and frankly my running still hasn't been improving.

The problems with the builder still persists and I seem to be uncovering more problems. In the long run this will be a really valuable lesson, as my wife and I will know what to expect when buying a home, however it is a hassle I could really do without at the moment. Then towards the end of August, I started to feel shooting pains down the right side of my shin. After seeing a physiotherapist I found out I had shin splints, due to tight calf muscles. So a key problem for me in 2016 had arisen again, though luckily ths time I had caught the problem before it became a serious issue; such as a stress fracture.

Whils the shin splints have not been catastrophic for my running, they have put an end to a good spell of consistent running; as well as delaying me entering a 10k and a half marathon. Hopefully I will be able to get to a decent level of fitness before running cross-country this season.

Besides the shin splints I have found another problem with my running. The new club that I am training with start their training sessions at 6:30pm, which means I cannot make their regular training sessions due to the Thameslink train timetables. In a lot of ways this is more of a setback for me than the shin splints. I have always been a firm believer in training with a club, as it has a whole host of benefits that aren't purely running related. The obvious solution for me would be to turn up periodically, but not consistently, to the training sessions; however I do not believe this would be beneficial to my training. I would still like to train with the club, and they are incredibly friendly, but I do need to assess whether it is the right for me and the way I want to train.

It was whilst all these issues were bubbling away, that I was listening to a podcast interviewing a military helicopter pilot who specialises in search and rescue. The pilot stated how part of her training was to 'wind her watch' when the helicopter encountered a severe malfunction and had the potential to crash. In other words rather than panic, it was taking a calm and decisive moment to fix the problem. What I took from this, given the current state of my running, is that instead of trying to fixate on any potential races. I am going to take a step back from my running and see what I can do to solve some of the more significant problems facing my training at the moment.

An old clubmate had also shared an article by Steve Magness about being adaptible as well as mentally tough. Regarding adaptability Magness discusses how runners have to be responsive to what life throws at them, whilst still being able to train. For me this is about putting daily training practices in place to develop my running, whilst I can't train with my new club.

The advice on mental toughness is not so suprising, but nevertheless useful for my current situation. Essentially it is making the right choices whilst being under pressure, as well as being fatigued, and not trying to appear 'macho' when dealing with the problems that life deals to all of us.

So with all these different things going on, I am not going to rush to change things; however I am going to need to make a decision about how to change my current situation for the better.