New chapter

I hope you all had a fabulous Christmas, even if different due to the lockdown restrictions.  Perhaps these restrictions might make us view life differently, appreciate simple things more like meeting a friend for a coffee or taking time out to check in with the beauty that surrounds us.
Since my last blog we have successfully moved into our new "forever home".  The peace and quite surrounding me is amazing.  I keep stopping to listen for noise and there is really next to none.  The weeks and months ahead will be emptying boxes from our old house and doing another de-clutter as we wonder why on earth we packed that item?  We're also discovering how to operate lots of new gadgets/technology which has been challenging and frustrating - technology isn't my strong point!
In many ways it's a new chapter in our lives.  I have a country park less that 0.5 km away and have been exploring the many routes through the trees and the amazing views over my home city of Glasgow.
Training is ticking over as my turbo isn't set up, wifi issues, and my gym is currently in storage.  However I'm building up my running slowly, very slowly.  At the start of each year we focus on my heart rate and it usually takes up to a month to get it where my coach wants it.  I've to run very slow and get the rate low.  This isn't helped by the reduced training and the increase in rich food and wine over the festive period but I know it will settle down in time. But I'm also taking this period to rest, when not lifting boxes, so that when I return to normal training in January I'll be fresh and ready to go.
My "A race", postponed from 2020, is still the Ultra Race Romania on 9 August for 7 days and getting ready for that will take a lot of focused effort.  I can't wait to get back racing properly and hope you have similar plans even if it's going from "couch to 5 km" - that's a fantastic achievement and also a new chapter for you.
You will know I don't believe in new years resolutions as so many of them have failed before January is completed.  My next blog in Jan 2021 will talk about how to achieve your goals, I have a 5 step plan which is simple and works.  There will be plenty on telly/internet about reflecting on what happened in 2020 and that may inspire you to greater things in 2021.  But looking forward is the key and as 2020 draws to a close, it's time to turn the page and start a new chapter in 2021 which you are the author of.

City living

Time flies, when you are looking back but when you are counting the minutes it seems to drag.  The last 10 days have been like a staged event, an unsupported ultra.  If you keep looking at the finishing line it seems far away so I applied my mental approach for a staged event to living in cramped student accommodation.  Granted it's nice accommodation but very different to what we're used to with environmentally friendly neighbours recycling their bottles at 3am!  What I didn't appreciate was that the birds don't wait till dawn to provide their glorious chorus, they start about 2am and keep it going.  Fair to say I've lost some sleep during the week.
I've enjoyed the varied running through my home town but the countryside certainly has less air pollution from exhaust fumes.  On Saturday I took at trip out of town to Chatelherault for our club annual fancy dress run.  We had a huge turnout and everyone was wearing fancy dress with some outfits causing the dogs to get out of our path!  The pace was slow but we had a great time.  Pace didn't matter as we chatted, socially distanced, with our pals we hadn't seen for most of the year.  What a great run and it just underlined how much more I enjoy running on trails in the countryside with friends.
Today was my final run in the city.  I headed west along the Clyde and then up the River Kelvin.  It was encouraging to see so many runners out of all shapes and ages.  Walkers too and with us going back to Level 4 on 26th December, I hope people will have the freedom to go out for a walk or a run.  It's so important for our mental and physical health.
Looking back over the last 10 days, time has flown and in 22 hours we will arrive at our new house that's been built over the last 13 months.  To say we're excited is putting it mildly as we have been dreaming about this day for a long time.  It's a new chapter and in addition to the new house, I have lots of new running routes to look forward to.  I'll be back in the countryside again, surrounded by green fields and trees - my happy place.  But if I want the city life then it only a short journey as we are more centrally based.  Bring it on......quickly please!

Priorities

Every so often I have to remind myself that I don't do this for a living or that sometimes life will just need to get in the way.  Training six days a week can "interfere" with important things in life and I have to concede, that moving house trumped my training this week.  In a way, it substituted my training and at times it was like an ultra event.  For two days my wife and I packed boxed, ran up and down stairs with boxes, lifted heavy furniture, grabbed some food when we could and were constantly up against the clock.  We left our family home of the last 18 years shining like a diamond as we collapsed into temporary accommodation at our son's student flat in Glasgow.
That's come as a bit of a shock as we step over our suitcases in our bedroom and share a couch with him.  Based on his kitchen, our diet may suffer for the time spent here (carry out food) but what's really nice is stepping out right into the centre of (lockdown) Glasgow!  Surrounded by pubs and restaurants but closed by 6pm and not a glass of wine in sight!
The last two days I've pulled on my running shoes and headed out to run new routes 1st thing in the morning.  Yesterday I went east along the Clyde and today west.  Running through my home town has been wonderful as I saw it from a different perspective.
My turbo training is on hold as my bike is packed away and won't be available till I get to my new house and I think it would be advisable to unpack the Christmas tree before my bike!
I'm looking forward to a new home, a new location, a new chapter and many new running and cycling routes.  2020 has been a challenging year but I really am starting to believe there is light at the end of the tunnel.  Keep the faith, we'll get there - a mantra I've repeated on many an ultra!

It's only weather...but be careful

We're definitely in winter now.  This week we've seen snow and flooding which creates a few other hurdles we need to take care of.
It's not so much the snow but it's how it is underfoot when you decide to run.  When I was clearing the driveway the soft snow was lovely but the time taken meant I had to delay my run till the evening.  Unfortunately living high up in the countryside meant that while most surrounding, lower, areas were clear of snow but back home the frozen slush and ice meant the pavements were dangerous to run on, especially in the dark.  One fall could put you out for months so I put my sensible head on and switched to a turbo session on the bike.
On Saturday I was looking forward to our Chatelherault run but there had been a lot of rain and of course there was the melting snow.  As a result it was very wet underfoot and at the lowest part in the run it was completely flooded which meant we were up to our knees in water trying not to fall off the path, which you couldn't see, into deeper water.  The water was baltic but if you're wearing the right shoes and socks, withing a few minutes your feet warm up.  
It's been a busy week with hard training sessions and on Friday I'd done 25 x 1 minute efforts on the bike with 1 min recovery in between.  But that took it's toll towards the end of my run when my legs felt like led and my lungs were working to capacity.  In the end a great run and it was good to be out with my pals - this is the only training session where we meet up physically, with another two occasions virtually on the bike but there's no banter.
Winter means we have to be aware of the elements and take care.  We can't afford to be out in the wilds without proper clothing and fuel to keep us going.  Be careful if out on your own because one ankle twist and you could be in serious trouble.  If I'm out on my own I always have a foil blanket with me and fully charged mobile, just in case.  Take care out there and enjoy the change of season.  

Accountability

I'm always on the lookout for material for my weekly blog.  I would be a bit boring if it was just about my training although I do include it as there is an interest out there as to what get's me to the start and finish line if some of my big races.  So I was grateful to a friend the other day that wrote to me looking for some advice and I'm sure we can all relate to his situation.  
A new job involving travel and a house move have meant he hadn't been able to train as normal and after more than a year he's demotivated and not happy at having put on a few pounds.  He follows my blog and knows I use a coach and wanted to know how it worked.  He recognised that not being accountable to anyone made it easy to miss a training session but that then leads to more sessions being missed as it almost becomes "acceptable".  It's not helped while in lockdown and the various restrictions that this presents but he was "wallowing in his puddle" but aware he needed to change his approach.
Accountability can come in different forms and works differently for different people.  For me having a written down training plan with goals within each session keeps me focused.  Knowing that my coach will see my results also makes sure that I give it my best.  Finally I blog about my activities and wouldn't like to have to report back to you that I've failed and not achieved what I'd set out to achieve.  Over the years there has been many opportunities where I could have quit but the thought of writing a blog about it and knowing I'd led down Maggies Cancer Centres who I raise money for, kept me going.  The most recent one was in the Tahoe 200 and when I started the race I was in great shape.  24 miles later I was ready to quit despite 2 years of preparation.  Fortunately my wife was unexpectantly at the check point (nobody was meant to have been there) and was able to talk me round which got me to the next checkpoint and the rest is history.  But at that point I was bust and felt awful with the altitude and the dust I'd been breathing in on the way to the summit.  Being accountable made me press on.
Having team mates to train with, physically or virtually also helps.  This week has had some epic sessions where knowing I was with my team mates made me raise my game.  This mornings 1 hour Zwift session was a great example.  Having done a short hill reps run just before the bike, I really didn't feel in the mood.  Even during the session I was clock watching hoping it would be over but as the finish line came into site we all started sprinting for it and the effort that went into that was incredible.  I could hardly unclip and get myself off the bike at the end but was pleased I had hung on throughout the session.
Being accountable to someone or to a group you train with improves performance - fact.  If you're struggling with your motivation or want to step your game up, either get a coach you can work with or find a club where you know you will be pushed.  Make it part of your life rather than an add on which is easy to drop and most of all enjoy it.

Chasing the hare!

 Many many years ago I was invited to Shawfield Stadium in Glasgow to watch Greyhound racing.  I was fascinated by the speed of the greyhounds as they chased a hare (not a real one) round the track.  As soon as the hare went over the finish line and stopped, the race was over and the speeding greyhounds all stopped.  But what's that got to do with training? Quite a lot in my book as this weeks training has proven.
On a Wednesday night I usually train with the club for a "speed session" - short intervals runs, but faster that you'd normally run.  While you are always trying to improve on the week before, you're also aware of your team mates around you and trying to stay ahead of them or catching them up.  When you're hunting them down it's like the greyhound and the hare except you can overtake them in training or a race.  This Wednesday I couldn't make it so was given a session by my coach which was during my 45 min run I was to do faster intervals of 5/4/3/2/1 mins.  With no "hare" to chase the best you have is your Garmin to measure the time but it's not the same.  Still knowing these results would be viewed later by my coach meant I had to deliver a good result.
On Saturday we met at Chatelherault and there are some "hares" out that you don't bother with because if you try and catch them you'll blow up and end up slower than you would do if you paced your session more evenly.  But those "hares" give me something to aim for as we get through the winter and motivate me to work harder while I keep my "A race" in mind.  No point having a brilliant 10km time if I'm aiming to run 250 km - keep your eyes on the prize!
And today was more chasing the hare.  A zwift group ride.  My coach kept edging ahead of me and when I caught up, moved ahead again.  She knows me well and am sure it was deliberate as I pushed harder that I intended just to stay with her.  For the last 15 minutes I decided to pull away and leave nothing out there.  I pushed really hard as I shook of the "hare" and was not going to allow it to overtake me before the finish line.  
We need to be able to motivate ourselves when we are out on our own especially if our chosen races means you'll be spending time on our own.  But chasing the hare is definitely motivational and brings out the best in us.  Who would have thought all those years ago that greyhound racing would help me in later years! 

Every cloud has a silver lining

There's a saying, if you get lemons make lemonade.  Basically it means learn to make the most of the hand your dealt.  And in 2020 we've all be dealt a fairly challenging hand.  What started off as almost a novelty, lockdown working from home and running the business remotely, has now dragged on and we definitely have a "new norm" although it doesn't feel very normal.  But we have to adapt and get on with it.
I've trained as a triathlete for 12 years now and more recently I have moved to ultra running yet use the cross training as a way of reducing the strain on my body.  In the winter I'd reluctantly get on the turbo trainer (static bike) as I have always found it boring.  No matter what music I'd blare out to motivate me, unless I had an interesting session where I was completely focused on my "numbers/targets" for every minute I never looked forward to these sessions.
However the game changer has been Zwift.  An online cycling programme where I train with or race people all around the world.  Who knew I'd be motivated by an avatar.  My club organises a 16km TT every week and I go into it looking to push myself harder than I ever would if I was doing a normal turbo session.  I hunt down people in front of me and try and stay ahead of teammates.  At the weekend there is a "group ride" and the clever technology means you don't get dropped from your pals.
As for the results, I'm delighted with how my fitness has improved in the month I've been using it and it's also showing in my running especially my lower heart rate.  After some sessions, when I get off the bike my legs are shaking with the effort so I know they have worked hard and are getting stronger.
I'm also doing three gym sessions a week, another area I wouldn't normally be excited about - I'd happily just run, but that's not how you improve.  The repetitions are increasing and exercises that I couldn't have done 6 weeks ago, I am now getting through and feeling strong.  This will be critical for my race next year where I will be running in the mountains with a loaded rucksack which contains my food and supplies for a week.  I need to improve my core strength as well as my overall body strength but it's getting better.
So the cloud that has brought us lockdown can be looked at either negatively or with a positive spin and I prefer the latter.  Moaning about the current situation won't improve it but turning your lemons into lemonade can mean so real positive results by the changes you make.  Every cloud has a silver lining, if you look for it.  Online training can deliver the results in a safe environment.  Take care and stay safe out there.

Memory lane

What a week it's been.  Most of it dominated by the US election and now we wait to see if the constitution will be followed.....of course it will but there will be mayhem in the meantime.  I mention this in the passing only because the more important event today was Remembrance Day (the official date is 11 Nov) when we when we remember those that sacrificed their lives in war so we could enjoy our freedom today.  It certainly puts into perspective the challenge we have today battling Covid but the statistics on deaths show how horrendous being in a world war was.  In the words of Edwin Star, war what is it good for, absolutely nothing!
But why am I talking about history when this blog is normally about what happened in the last week of my training?  As you know we're moving house in the next month to our dream home which we've been building, not personally, over the last year.  We've lived in Strathaven for 30 years and our current house for 18 of those years.  That means there is a lot to clear out or pack up.  After my turbo group ride on Zwift this morning I was on "box packing duty".
The first rule is be ruthless.  If the item in "the big cupboard" hasn't been opened since you moved in, ditch it.  Easier said than done as I took a trip down memory lane when I got to the photo albums.  Who were these young people in the albums? Oh it's us BC - before children.  Then there were the press articles I'd saved covering me winning the Glasgow half marathon in 1995 when I was raising money for Yorkhill hospital to thank them for saving our first born.  The full story is I couldn't run on the day of the half marathon so I ran it the day before the race and got some publicity.
There were the martial art years where I dedicated myself for 11 years and before that I lived, slept and breathed tennis - became a pro coach and used to coach a national squad.  It made me reflect on how lucky I have been to take part in these activities and the wonderful people who I have met along the way.
It seems the older I get, the quicker time passes but today was a trip down memory lane which I enjoyed.  When I get to the new house I'l looking forward to opening these boxes and reliving the past 30 odd years and a week tonight we'll be celebrating 29 years off marriage - where did the time go?  Tick tock, make the most of it.

The dark side

How are you doing?  It's hard to think that we're not staring in a Bruce Willis disaster movie.  Depending on what country you live in or what region in the country you live in, there are restrictions applying.  A family Christmas is the prize we're aiming for as we're all craving some normality - mine hopefully will be in a new house!  But the bottom line is, we'll get there and we need to focus on the positive for our own well being.  This is where training comes in.
I took part in a Zoom 16 km with 4 of my team mates during the week, all stronger cyclists than me but some struggling health wise.  It's crazy to say I was apprehensive but getting the technology to work was part of it! As I shot off the start line and noticed 3 of them we behind me. The voice in my head was telling me, I'd gone off too hard and they were letting me get ahead and will real me in on the final few Kms, so I pushed really hard.  The doubt stayed in my mind and my inexperience showed, but in the end they didn't catch me and my stats looked good.  This is a virtual race for FFS but as far as I was concerned it counted hence the effort I made.
On Saturday a handful of members took part in a half marathon in the dark as part of a virtual race taking place around the world.  It's funny how you perspective of distances changes.  3 months ago I was running a half marathon without even thinking about it.  Last night was different.  There was a 52 mph wind to cope with and some showers.  I knew within 4km I was going to find it tough as the food I had 2 hours previously was coming back on me.  I fell off the back which normally isn't a problem but this was a trail run in the pitch black and falling over a tree root was a distinct possibility.  Although not feeling great, I loved it.  It brought back memories of Lake Tahoe where I was running in similar territory, although 8,000 feet higher,  for 8 hours.  The shadows, the isolation and where you didn't know when you were running up an incline.
My pals looked after me and made sure I wasn't alone.  They made excuses like "oh I'm happy to run at this pace as I'm tired" but really they were just looking out for me.  This cost Michael some pain when turning round to tell me to watch out for a bollard in the middle of the track only to run straight into another bollard!  Ouch.  He picked himself back up and continued running so I had no choice but to keep going.  It was a great night and running in the dark made it even more special.  Your senses are on high alert.
Training is the antidote. Whether it be walking, running, cycling, swimming, the gym or meditation.  Make the most of these opportunities to get you through this sh1t.  And we WILL get through this together if we all look out for our family and friends.  Take care.

How bad do you want it?

Another weeks training in the "bag"and a step closer to my goals  for 2021.  The weather's not been kind but it's preparing me for the winter months ahead.  It takes a certain mental approach, one which I am constantly working on, to be lying in a warm bed listening to the wind and rain battering the windows and head out to complete a run session in the dark. My choice of clothes becomes essential as too many layers and not only will I boil but my performance will be affected.  On the other hand if I I'm too cold then that really does slow me down.
On Monday I had to step up my distance and ran 16 km in cold windy conditions.  Saturday was again wet but at least Chatelherault provided some shelter.  Fortunately this week I've had 4 indoor cycling sessions so I haven't needed to face the elements so much but I've probably come out of some of those sessions wetter than being out doors in the rain - they can be a real sweat fest! But I'm getting into my turbo sessions and enjoy having visible targets / measurements to aim at all the way through the session.
I've made some progress in the gym and can now complete pull ups and dips which before wasn't possible.  I can feel the difference in my body and as I'll be carrying a week's provisions on my back for a week while running in my "A" race next year, I will need to be a lot stronger.  Running 6 mountain marathons in 7 days will be hard enough but carrying your own gear saps your energy  meaning you have to be strong physically.
This leads on to the title of today's blog; How bad do you want it?  This to me is the "killer question" because a week (my "A race") of discomfort is tough to go through.  Every day you wake up under canvas and hopefully it hasn't rained so you are dry.  You're generally cold as it's early morning and the sun isn't up.  You make your breakfast, usually porridge or wheetabix, powdered milk, nuts and raisins before dragging your stiff body to the start line.  You're excited about the day ahead but know you will have to manage the physical pain, perhaps blisters or chaffing from the ruck sack, and the mental demons that have a habit of disrupting your peaceful mind when it gets tough.  When you finish the day you tend to your feet before anything else as this could end your race early.  Then prepare dinner (boil in the bag freeze dry food) then climb in your sleeping bag and get as good a nights sleep as you can - in Grand 2 Grand I didn't have 1 night on an even floor - there were rocks and jaggy bushes to contend with and well as some steep slopes.
That description might not have you rushing out to sign up for a multi-day staged race but it's that challenge that drives me.  If it was easy then what would the point be.  Meeting people from all around the world who share this passion is great fun, a collective of "inspirational lunatics".  Everyone has an amazing story and much of the week is learning from each other.  They become friends for life and social media makes keeping in touch and planning the next adventure easy.
Through my blog I try and give you an insight into my journey, the adventures, the challenges I face and how I get through them.  I've said before Mohammad Ali said "If your goals don't scare you then you haven't set them high enough".  In the end it comes down to How bad do you want it?  Go smash those goals.

294 days and counting

Standing in the queue in Sainsbury's today with my mask on, I was having a socially distanced discussion with a running pal.  He asked, "Have you any races booked for next year?"  Normally, remember those days, I would have listed a number of races building up to my "A race" but I only had the one - my "A Race" which is 294 days away.  He was the same and his race was even later than mine.  But we both agreed that we need to keep our race in mind with every single training session we complete.  They are all part, or should be, of a plan to reach your peak physical and mental condition on race day.
This week has been a good example with LOCKtober continuing - a club competition to encourage us all to keep training and perhaps do more of the discipline we don't normally do.  For me that's cycling and as the weather has turned from poor to crap, that cycling takes place on indoor on a turbo trainer.
We had to complete 3 runs of 30 mins which isn't really an effort for me but the forth run was an hour.  I haven't been running for that length of time and it showed.  On Saturday I had to work very hard to complete the run at a decent pace and was glad to have company or else it defiantly would have been slower - thanks Calum.  With a halloween half marathon in the dark coming up at the end of the month, I'll be increasing my distance. 
Today was a one hour Zwift session and this tested me to the limits....of my IT abilities.  The first and last time I'd tried to join a Zwift race I failed despite being ready!  This time by fluke I managed to join a race around London.  It's the first time I've done this and I enjoyed riding past Buckingham Palace and down many roads that I would normally be wandering around "suited and booted" for business.  It made me realise that I was missing London and the hussle and bussle - not something I thought I'd ever say.  The coffees or beers outside on a balmy day, the wonderful restaurants and the history and culture on every street corner.  One day I'll get back there and not take it so much for granted, although that's probably at least 6 months away.  But it did make the 1 hour session more interesting and I look forward to doing it again.
Keeping your training varied, interesting and consistent is important, even if your goal is 294 days away.  It will come round quick enough and even taking this approach I always feel, if only I had another couple of weeks to train before an event.  The way to prevent that feeling is to train hard now but not so hard you risk injury.  And a final thought.  When you're out there remember how lucky we are to be able to train.  Lift your head up and take in the changing colours, listen to the birds in the trees.  On Saturday we came across three small deers and had we not being looking up we would have missed that moment.  Life is full of moments so make sure you are present right here and now so you can enjoy them.  Stay safe and fit.

If thoughts are things?

 I hope you are all well in this challenging time?  It's a time like no other and we are all dealing with it in our own way.  I feel very fortunate to be able to train as the exercise helps keep me healthy both physically and, probably more importantly in the current world of lock down, mentally.  Most of my runs are solo runs and it gives me time to think without any interference or noise, other than my heavy breathing!   
One of the things that happens on my runs, which never ceases to amaze me, is when approaching a long hill (I'm surrounded by them where I live!)  I discovered that depending on what I'm thinking about at the bottom of the hill will greatly impact on how quickly and how much effort I spend getting up the hill.  If I am thinking about something positive I fly effortlessly up the hill.  It not a conscious thought, it normally only hits me when I am over the top and sometimes if I'm in deep concentration it could be hundreds of metres past the hill.  All of a sudden I'm asking myself, where was that hill?  The counter is also true.  If my thoughts are negative as I approach the hill then I feel every step and claw my way to the top.
It's just an example of how our thinking effects our performance.  So I pose the question:  If thoughts are things?  What I mean by that is we need to be careful what messages we send to our brain as if they are negative then the brain will accept that and your performance will deteriorate.
I thought it worth bringing this up as it would be easy to be down with all the news about restrictions, lock downs and not being able to socialise with our friends.  After all we're human and social interaction is important.
Fortunately I have my family to support me and my team mates to cajole me, especially when we're out training together.  This week our club had a competition which involved 4 bike rides and 3 runs with points being awarded.  I can't remember the last time I cycled 4 times in a week and 1 session was a 10 mile Time Trial - haven't done one of those in over 7 years.  But that element of competition and having team mates all taking part was all the motivation I needed.  I pushed very hard in the TT and was pleased I'd had the opportunity to set a time that no doubt I'll be measured against in the coming weeks (my jumpers!).  It's been a focused week of training and a positive distraction from the negativity out there.  
So be careful what messages you send to your brain and the next time you are approaching a big hill, think happy thoughts and glide all the way to the top.  Stay safe, healthy and we will get there eventually.

Short term goals

In my speaking career I always talk about "my jumpers" and the difference they make.  Let me explain.  When I was a kid I'd spend hours kicking a ball up and down a field either on my own or with a friend.  But it became much more interesting when we put a couple of jumpers/sweaters down as that way we knew when we put the ball between the jumpers, we'd scored a goal.  Without those targets we had nothing to measure our progress.
I was reminded of this during a turbo session this week - in fact I had 3 turbo sessions this week.  Most people, my self included know the benefits of turbo training but it's also a mental work out as it can be extremely boring.  Until this year my "jumpers" were my heart rate and cadence but this year I can now include watts/power.  What a game changer that is.  My coach sets up the sessions and this includes time and power output targets eg 5x1min @170 watts with 5 x 140 watts recovery in between.  The whole session is measured out this way which makes an otherwise tedious 45 min session fly by.  My eyes are fixed on my garmin making sure I am delivering against the targets set.  I know I will see the benefits come through in time with my fitness improving which will help my running.  Turbo sessions allow a much more focused training session as the elements are controllable but if I want to get fit to ride the bike outdoors then there is no substitute for getting out on the road.  That's unlikely to be happening before next spring but I'm looking forward to it.
As we enter into winter training and have no races to look forward to we need something to focus on and that's our training.  Break every session down with your "jumpers" so you get a quality session in, every time.  Train with your pals, if it's safe, but remember what you are training for and don't compromise.  Include your "jumpers" in every training session as short term goals lead to you achieving what you are aiming for.  Most of all, enjoy it.  We're so lucky to be fit and well and able to take part in our training.  Sometime you only appreciate this when your injured.  Take care out there. 

....and breathe

Last week was my first holiday this year.  Like most people, any 2020 plans went out the window and while I was meant to be in Crete, that was cancelled a couple of weeks ago so I headed up north with my wife for a "staycation".  We choose 3 different venues which all had spectacular scenery, great food and some lovely wines.  Long lies, relaxing reading books, cat naps, walks and 40 kms of running was just what the doctor ordered.
I knew I needed a rest and change of scenery but it's only when you get out of the ground hog day mentality that you realised how much you need the break.  Having Glencoe within a couple of hours of your house helps.  It is some of my favourite, breath taking scenery and if you decide to climb the mountains then you will be puffing hard.  We didn't but took plenty of nice walks to burn off breakfast or lunch or prepare some room for dinner.
Running first thing in the morning was cold as we are definitely now in autumn.  I had to resort to gloves, a hat, an extra layer and on the last run I was wearing leggings as the ground was very icy.  But watching your breath vapourise in front of you with every breath is something I'll need to get used to as winter training is here for the next 6 months.
My breathing has always been heavy and I aim to improve this over the winter as greater efficiency will lead to easier, more relaxed running, cycling and swimming. Changing my breathing will be challenging but I need to make a conscious effort and will keep my "eyes on the prize".  
The remainder of the year is going to be very busy with work and also moving home so this will need to be built into my training schedule.  I'll be talking to my coach this week and she will approach it with her usual professionalism so I can be "delivered" to the start line of the Ultra Race Romania in August next year.  Every training session counts towards it.
The change in season is a good reason to focus on your plans over the winter, designed to smash your goals in 2021.  I've always agreed with the phrase that "a goal without a plan is just a wish" - so get planning!

A change is as good as a rest

I'm very fortunate to be in ATHelite Triathlon Club.  A friendly bunch of athletes who support, cagoule and encourage you to keep going.  Earlier in lock down the club started internal competitions which then linked into virtual races.  It kept everyone active and was a huge success at a time when people could have "thrown in the towel" due to lockdown.  This week they started another one and it motivated me to get on my bike 3 times!
The first two were turbo sessions - a sweat fest!  Those sessions are tough but with the right targets to keep you focused and your playlist baring out at full blast, you soon get through them and you really do feel the benefit; apart from the sore bum!  My third session was out on the road it was a stunningly beautiful autumnal morning.  It was only a short ride although I could have stayed out all day it was so nice.  But as always on the narrow back roads there's always a close call.  This time a tractor with a trailer full of shit.  The first time he past me the road was wider and it was OK although it's always daunting when the tractor tyre is taller than you!  The second time was on a much narrower part and it took all my rusty bike skills not to be into a field.
Saturday was a leisurely run with a couple of pals where we took it super easy.  I was able to practice my breathing, which isn't good, by talking throughout the run.  Again another stunning day, one of those ones that makes you feel so privileged to be alive with pals in beautiful countryside, thanks Stuart & Mark.  I'd thank the rest of the runners but they were socially distancing over the horizon! 
I'd also received my medal for the 250k virtual Ultra Race Romania which is a cracker as is the T-shirt - 2XU no less!  The organisers had also included the same for Colin who had supported me through many of the miles and had covered the 250km during the race although he hadn't entered.  I thought this was very thoughtful of the organisers, thanks Andrei, and it just makes me look forward even more to the actual event in August next year.
In the meantime I think this change to adding in more cycling will become part of the routing as we enter the winter months.  More time in the gym (home) as well and we can wait to see when swimming comes back and is safe!  Never thought I'd say I've missed the swimming, but I have.  Sometimes a changes is as good as a rest so mix it up out there folks.  A good focused training session can be different from what you usually do.  Your tired muscles will thank you for it - possibly not your bum though!

The balance between life & training

This is a challenge we all face.  I see it when training with my pals and they are fitting their training around a young family or a high pressure job, or both.  No time for a coffee after the run as they have to get back having burned up the "brownie points".  Being slightly older I don't need to worry about the young children but the older ones need your attention as well.  And there are other pressures such as running a business, building a new house and selling our existing house.
This week I had to take two days off the scheduled training as I donned my marigolds and, together with my wife and daughter, we scrubbed the house from top to bottom as we had viewers coming to our house for a second time and we wanted it to look it's best.  I wish I'd worn my garmin as it was a tough workout!  I find selling a house quite stressful.  It's like a roller coaster of emotions and although the couple obviously liked it, there was a potential deal breaker to do with a right of way.  Yet another restless night's sleep or lack of sleep.
On Friday we headed up to Aberdeen to drop my daughter off for her final year at University.  During the car journey we got news that the right of way wasn't a problem, followed by an offer for the house which we accepted.  Again a roller coaster of emotions whilst driving and avoiding speeding while negotiating on terms.  Six hour round trip in the car left me tired and my hammy reminding me it still not 100% better.
On Saturday it was back to Chatelherault for my favourite runs and as I got there very early and did a 4km warm up before our 10km run as a group - my group consisted of 2 as I was looking for a slower steady run and Johnny had an ankle niggle and was happy not to run fast.
My coach is mixing up my training and reintroducing with more strength work and some cycling.  Sunday's training was a turbo session on the bike and it was tough.  Despite leaving the garage door open and a nice breeze blowing, I sweated buckets.  I'd done a gym and bands session immediately before it so I was warmed up so it was a tough session.
This week coming will be three runs and three bike sessions and gym and band sessions.  I'm really looking forward to it and I've got my "winter training mojo" back.  Always hard when you have no events on the horizon to train for.  My view on training is that it is part of my life , not a separate element,but at the end of the day it's not my "day job" and family life comes first.  Juggling schedules and priorities comes with the territory and sometimes we have to step back from training especially when out of the race season.  

Over indulging!!

There have been many academic papers written on the effect of alcohol on performance and after the week I've just had I can confirm, they are all correct!  Alcohol and training don't go together especially when I "partied" for 3 days out of four.  That's not something I would do on a regular basis and certainly not something I intend to do for a long time.  I had informed my coach as I couldn't have hidden the results and she gave me an easy weeks training, fortunately.  But the effects of the alcohol were evident with me being dehydrated, with a higher heart rate than normal, disturbed sleep and feeling rubbish - but it was fun at the time. 
It's not as though I had a race coming up but while I was feeling sorry for myself I realised, my "A race" of 2021, the Ultra Race Romania is only is 336 days away.  That time will fly by so I have a lot of work to do to be ready for a 250 km, 6 stage, unsupported race through the mountains.My hammy got some more treatment and is still niggling but I do have some stretching exercises to help ease it off.
Despite my elevated heart rate when running, I really enjoyed a 10 km run at Chatelherault yesterday with my team mates.  There is no need to be putting in big distances at this stage, it's more a case of consistent running and working on my form. I'm also increasing my strength work which isn't my favourite activity but I need to shift my mindset as it's so important to allow me to run well.  I've also promised myself to get some regular yoga going so I can prevent the injuries rather than constantly getting treated.  It can't be said that I'm not trying to kick start the economy with my "medical team" keeping me together.
So the blurred vision from earlier in the week is back to the focused vision with 336 days to go.  Time for Rule 5! ( a cycling phrase which has been shortened to MTFU)

Embracing the weather

It's not been the best of summers in so many ways but despite the promising start in April & May, it's fair to say that it looks like summer is over.  I've run for the last five days in a row and twice I had to put on a waterproof jacket which isn't what you'd expect for this time of year.  But when I was moaning, along with a lot of others, a friend suggested I embrace the weather.  It was just the kick in the arse I needed and reminded me that my mindset needed to shift.
I actually like running in the rain.  I imagine I'm in a bubble and that the elements are just bouncing off me.  What is important is that I'm wearing the right socks so that I don't get blisters and that my foot treatment is kept up.  I use a cream, (Eucerine 10%), at night on my feet and that keeps them waxy and pliable which tends to reduce the chances of blisters.  They have certainly benefited from it when the mileage increases, but when you're running through water flowing down the streets or in puddles on the trails, it's important that your feet aren't dried and cracked.
A week without a medical update would be unusual so this week I was having my left hammy treated.  It's been niggling for a couple of weeks now and nothing seems to make a difference.  I've been given some stretches to do so here's hoping I can shift it.
The Scottish comedian Billy Connolly once said that it's not poor weather just wrong clothes so if the weather continues to deteriorate as we rapidly head through Autumn, I'll need to look out my winter clothes but if I remember they took a battering last winter so that's a good excuse to go shopping.  I love buying new running gear!  Have a great week and stay safe.

Close call

The season is over and it won't go down in anyone's books as a classic.  I hope it's never repeated in my lifetime.  I find myself thinking we're stuck in March in "ground hog day".  The virtual races have been my savior giving me something to focus on and a reason to push hard for at training.  I didn't realise just how enjoyable peaking for races was until there were no races to peak for.  And now we head into the autumn with the days shortening.  But there's nothing we can do about 2020 except appreciate the good times when they happen.  The work done between now and 2021 will set me up for the next season and that's what I must focus on with my coach.
Once again I had some niggles to deal with.  My foot hasn't been great following the 250km virtual race and the discomfort spread to my ankle.  My hamstring on my other leg was also playing up but I suspected that this was due to my hip alignment rather than a strain on the hammy, so I visited my amazing chiropractor Gill.  I limped into her surgery and walked out with no limp - that's the sign of a successful session.  The hammy was as expected but my ankle has a little bit of swelling and I can't say the treatment was pleasant, but the results were brilliant.  I was told to stay off hills when running, easier said than done where I live, so the following day went on a trail run which was flatter than normal.  The ankle held up and I met up with my team mates for coffee which was the highlight of the day - almost back normal!  I hope this continues as having social interaction with your team mates is a big part of training helping motivate me to greater heights.
To give my ankle a rest after yesterday I went out for a bike ride to spin my legs.  I haven't been out on the bike much and the weather conditions were wet so I was wary on the back roads which can be covered in mud or potholes.  On the way home I was coming down a long steep hill, the Ardoch Rig,  on "the bars" to get some speed on.  I'd just come round a corner to see a car stopped to let a cyclist past on the other side of the road - the road is narrow and won't take 2 cars at this point but there was no need for the car to stop.  I hit the brakes but there was no way I was stopping before the car and the other cyclist was going to be level with the car when I got there.  My front wheel started a speed wobble and I shouted WOW to alert the other cyclist to the problem.  He shouted something back to reassure me and gave me as much room as possible so I let go of the brakes and aimed for the small gap.  I flew through with little room to spare so thank you to the other cyclist - I won't print what I'd like to say to the car driver!  This all happened in a matter of seconds and could have ended so differently which was a reminder to me about cycling in the wet - it was definitely a close call.
The plan for me is to get my niggles sorted and to continue with my core strength work.  The swimming pools are going to be open at the end of the month but I think we'll wait to see how they get on with the new rules before venturing back.  In the meantime I'll continue with regular, consistent running but I won't be pushing the mileage.  Nothing to be gained from that with no races in the coming months.  

Why do you do it?

This is a question I get asked a lot, and last night when socialising with new neighbours , I was asked about my running.  I gave them an insight into my adventures and what usually happens is the focus goes on the difficult stages where you are digging deep.  Deeper than most people think is sensible but that's because they are working on the "factory mode safety setting" in their brain.  Achieving anything worthwhile, whether it be a fast 5k or your first half marathon or ultra marathon, involved you pushing yourself out of your comfort zone and into uncomfortable territory.  Territory where the "health and safety officer" is screaming at you to slow down.  If it was Star Trek, Scottie the engineer would be saying "the engines canny take it Captain" - but they always do.  But you're built of stronger stuff and the factory setting are to be ignored, more than once in my experience.
But you've got to want it enough to put up with the pain you are putting yourself through.  You know when you've crossed that finish line that within 10 mins, 1 hour or if really hard in a few days you'll feel better and have a big grin all over your face for the achievement.  That's also helped if you blog because you know you're going to have to report back on what you've promised.  Social media also means you'll be held accountable or your Strava followers will give you kudos which is always welcome.  It also helps motivate you to keep going - pain is temporary, but failure is forever.  And if you do give up, unless for a serious medical problem or injury, you'll regret it within 30 minutes and there's no going back.
So back to the why?  The short answer is because, as I approach my 59th birthday I realise that this journey has opened my eyes, my mind as to what is possible - I'm the fittest I've been in my life and it feels good.  I've ran in the Sahara Desert for a week and the same in the Grand Canyon while living under canvas - what a privilege, what an experience.  I've ran for 3.5 days in the mountains in Lake Tahoe, non stop, and pushed myself as close to my limit as I've ever been.  I've raced in Ironman competitions with thousands of competitors all of whom are on their own individual journey with their own story.  I go out training with my pals, like today, and we all push each other while having fun.  I guess I'm lucky to be able to do it and I was reminded of this when talking to a friend who's in his 80s today.  He said walking 300 yards to get his papers in the morning and back to his house was a real effort but he was determined to do it.  That to me sounds like a hard work out and it's all relative based on your circumstance.  If he gives up and stays house bound that would be terrible as there's plenty of life left in him yet!
So I do it because I can.  I do it because I enjoy pushing myself and showing my kids that even at this age I am still "in the game and competing" and hope it will help them raise their "bar". I do it because through these daft adventures I've raised a lot of money over the years for Maggie's Cancer Caring Centres who do such an amazing job in supporting people and families affected by cancer.  I do it because I've met people all over the world that I call friends and in Tahoe last year 9 of us from around the world joined up to run together and it was so special.  I know we'll get the chance to do it again in the future.  I've always said we're all capable of so much more and aim to keep proving that to myself.  I hope this will help you adjust your "factory mode settings" and take on some challenging adventures - you've one life, make the most of it.

#loverunning

 After my grueling effort in the virtual ultra race Romania I had a week of next to no exercise except some foam rolling.  I was extremely fatigued and although I had no DOMS, I had a few strains.  Tuesday was my recovery massage.  The usual places were tender but I asked for my feet to be done.  My right foot is always a problem.  I said to Rhondda, if only it was pain free like my left foot.  Then she started on my left foot - OMG agony.  How the hell did that happen.  She could hardly put any pressure on it without me tensing up and grimacing.  It feels amazing when running so obviously something is going on. 
On Wednesday I went to see my sports therapist, Pamela.  My back was "solid", to us a non technical term, so she worked on that, my right foot and had a wee poke around my left foot - not good.  So my next visit it will get the full monty!  You might hear me scream!
It's always strange when you haven't got a daily exercise plan, you feel as though you're cheating.  Getting up at the usual early hour and then thinking, what will I do with this spare time?  On Saturday I went for a walk run with my pal Stuart who has just come back after 8 months off while waiting for a hernia operation.  We chose a flat 5km route and I enjoyed not trying to keep to a pace or heart rate.We ran, walked and talked and it was great just to be out and moving - but it wasn't a work out so today I had to go out for a proper run.
5 of my ATHelite team mates met at Chatelherault for our first run together since lockdown.  It was great.  The weather was perfect and we didn't push the pace.  I was delighted with my heart rate around a hilly lap and the pace was better than expected coming off a recovery week.  It was good to be out with friends, socially distanced, with the usual banter.
Tomorrow I'll meet with my coach.  We need to get a plan for the rest of this season and next year.  I was going to do a long run (160 miles) in Scotland in September but decided to book a holiday in the sun instead.  My "A race" is over and while 9 days to go before the race finishes, I am pleased with my performance.  I was the first non-organiser and fastest runner to come in on 9 days for the 250 km.  I was top of the leader board for 5 days before being overtaken by my team mate Graeme Scott (the race is based on the fastest time over the 25 days) who was then over taken by my other team mate Paul Noble.  ATHelite had the top 3 places.  I'm now down in 6th but my position is of no importance.  This was about making the best of a disastrous year and the race organisers have come up with  a winner with this event.  I look forward to receiving my medal and will wear it with pride.  The race might have been virtual, the pain wasn't.  It brought together athletes from around the world including my G2G pal Kim who finished yesterday - an amazing effort as she hadn't trained for the event and Richard Labbe another G2G pal.  So to the athletes still out there in the race, including my team mate Michael Martin, my nephew Colin Bryce and Kelsey Hogan from G2G, focus on that finish line.  The ultra running community is wonderful and I am humbled to be part of this amazing group of fabulous people that I can call friends. #loverunning

Virtual Ultra Race Romania - race report

My 2020 "A race" started on Saturday 25th July with 250 km to be completed in up to 25 days.  My plan was to complete it in 7-9 days but that was in doubt because of my foot injury.  Here's the stats:

Stage 1: Saturday 25th July 26:03 km / 2hrs 55min / pace 6.44 per km

Stage 2: Sunday 26th July 42:28 km / 4hrs 39min / pace 6.37 per km

Stage 3: Monday 27th July 21:12 km / 1hr 57min / pace 5.34 per km

Stage 4: Tuesday 28th July 21:26 km / 1hr 57min / pace 5.32 per km

Day off : Wednesday 29th July 

Stage 5:  Thursday 30th July 42:20 km / 4hrs 16min / pace 6.04 per km

Stage 6:  Friday 31st July 33 km / 3hrs 19 mins / pace 6.02 per km

Stage 7:  Saturday 1 August 34.04 km / 3hrs 20 mins / pace 5.54 per km

Stage 8:  Sunday 2nd August 31.07 km / 2hrs 57mins / pace 5.42 per km

This race was scheduled for September but Covid-19 put an end to that.  The race organisers came up with a virtual 70km race a few months back, which was fantastic, and decided to do the same for the main race but they brought the date forward.  A couple of weeks before the race I wasn't sure I would be able to start on 25th July.  My coach and I agreed I'd start the race a week later but the week before the race I was feeling good.  So the plan was changed; let's see how I get on with 26km on the first day - after all my BIB No was #1 so I really had to start at the beginning!

Virtual races have the advantage of allowing you to choose where you run and I wanted to do as much trail running as possible but it needed to be mixed with tarmac.  I chose a new route along the Clyde Valley, for my long runs, which didn't have a lot of elevation and provided shelter in places because of the trees - came in handy as there was a lot of raining.  The scenery was fabulous and that help distract from the pain along the way.  For all but 2 of my runs I had company and my coach and her husband accompanied me in more miles that they had planned so I'm really grateful for their company, support and encouragement.  I also had team mates and friends accompany me and they helped during the tough miles.

250 km is a long way.  Every run was painful.  My foot didn't enjoy the longer runs and I had to push through the pain.  While you are missing out on being at the main event, you still have to cope with the tough physical effort, the blisters and the mental torture that you go through in any race - being virtual doesn't allow you to escape those aspects.  The most difficult ones were when I was on my own.  Blocking the negative thoughts out are all part of running long distances but doing it day after day makes it even harder.

2020 has been like something out of a disaster movie and I'm sure we are all reflecting on what changes we will make going forward to our lives.  Running and having the goal of the virtual ultra race Romania has given me something to focus on and I'd like to express my gratitude to the organisers for giving us this race - it has meant so much to me.  More than I ever thought it would.  After all, it was only a virtual race!  Having completed it I've realised that it was a full fat, full blown race over 250 km and it hurt.  It pushed me so hard and I'm pleased and proud to have completed in the way I have.

The race continues for many others who have decided to take longer as that suits either their fitness or lifestyle - I think that's great.  If your distance is 10km then you can complete this race in 25 days and you'll end up with the same medal and tee-shirt as me.  We will have accomplished the same.  It may encourage you to go longer, who knows?  But VURR rocks.  Thank you - I'm going to give my weary body a rest.  Now for a beer or two!

Virtual Ultra Race Romania - race report so far

From my last few posts you'll know that I wasn't that confident about being at the start line for this race, my "A race" for the year.  But I was going to give it my best effort, even if that meant limping round and taking the 25 days available to complete it.
My training had gone well in the week before the race - I even put in a fast 12 k 2 days before the race which increased my confidence as I'd been doing a series of slow runs up until then.  There are different ways of approaching this race; my nephew Colin is running 12 km per day which will be an awesome achievement.  I want to put in some big runs and finish is 7-10 days depending on my foot holding up.
On Friday night I went to bed excited about my race.  It's been a while since I've felt like this but before drifting off to sleep I was going through my running checklist and the route, half of which was new to me.  The good news is I had three of my running mates to accompany me for part of the way and that was a real boost.  We set off at an easy pace, after all this was only the first leg of a 250 km race so no point in racing ahead.  Genevieve my coach and her husband Colin stayed for the first 8k and Michael, who is also doing the race, managed to 20 k but had done 5 k before he joined in.  Considering this was his first long run after an enforced lay off then it was a fantastic effort.  It also meant I didn't run too fast which is easy to do at the beginning.  I completed the last 6 km on my own and think I took a wrong turn as the last 1.5 km was on tarmac but it didn't matter.  My wife arrived at the same time as me and drove me home - I was tired and looking forward to a bath and some food.  Early night for me but 26 km done.
On Sunday I got up at 5.45 am to fuel up.  Today was 42 km.  I was going to run to where Michael had stopped then turn and head back.  My coach said she'd meet me on the way back and this gave me something to look forward to as I had targeted 5 hours due to the terrain and being all on your own isn't easy.  When I reached Crossford, 20 km in, I found the local store and got a bottle of coke - rocket fuel.  I'm so glad I did that as the tanks would be on empty on the way home.  The scenery along the Clyde Valley is beautiful and it was so good not to be stomping on tarmac.  I met Genevieve on the return route and the time flew by.  We even passed her husband coming the other way as he got a run in as well.  With about 6 km to go, the euphoric feeling of running in lovely countryside had left me and my speed was slowing down.  I had a tightness at the back of my right knee and I just wanted to nurse it back to the car while getting under 5 hours.  Having Genevieve there to encourage me along made all the difference and when I got home it was straight into the bath then a foam roller.  It was my son's birthday so no time to waste as dinner needed to be prepared.  I managed not to go too mad with the beer and had another bath before bed as my knee wasn't good.
Monday, day 3 and again Genevieve & Colin decided to join me for the best part of 21 km on the roads.  I pissed down the whole time but was warm which gives you the dilemma of what to wear.  We all wore light rain jackets but probably ended up as wet with sweat!  My knee was niggly especially going up hills but surprisingly after 10 km my legs felt good.  We had to run through some roadworks only to discover our shoes were caked in tar as were our legs - we'll see tomorrow if I've managed to get most of it off otherwise that's one pair of ruined shoes.
3 days in and I'm feeling good.  89 km done and 161 km to go.  A multi-day ultra takes a certain kind of mental discipline.  You know you can run faster and you don't like seeing slower speeds but go too fast and you won't finish.  Plan well and execute the plan.  I've got another 21 km to do tomorrow before my sports massage and then a day off to recover.  That should set me up nicely as the miles build.

Socially distanced running

The week started with light training with my foot and various niggles causing problems but I had my "medical team" lined up.By Thursday I was a lot better but did a couple of short trail runs, keeping off the tarmac which I'd overdosed on for the last 4 months. 
Saturday was a really special day.  My first run with pals, my coach Genevieve and her husband Colin.  I turned up at Chatelherault early to do a lap before they arrived and they joined me for the second lap.  That was a tough second lap as having reduced my training over the last two weeks has had an impact on my fitness.  Genevieve gave me some tips to improve my running and I did my best to make the changes.  But I was blowing out my backside by the end.  We managed a socially distanced coffee afterwards and it was great.  Almost normal but not quiet, but we'll get there in time.  You can't beat running with friends.  The mistake I made was not to rest afterwards.  I had an afternoon of furniture shopping for our new house which is important, but it came at a cost the next day as I missed my rest.  Oh and that was 15 km, a nice step up as it was day one of three days of running. 
My foot was a 4/10 so it was agreed that I'd run at the wind farm on Sunday as it was better underfoot than tarmac, marginally in my opinion.  The wind farm is a tough gig.  Hilly and exposed.  I decided that instead of an out and back, I'd half the distance and do 2 out and backs in case my foot played up - I didn't want to be too far away from the start if my foot acted up.  It was a game of two halves.  6.7 km out was tough but on the way back I felt better as it ends on a downhill!  I then turned around for a second loop and that's where the wheels came off the trolley.
I went a different route as I couldn't face the hills I'd just been on again.  I ended up stopping, walking and had a number of stones to pick out of my shoes.  Easier said than done when your ham strings are complaining and you're trying not to tweak anything.  In total I managed 24 km and was knackered.  But I got my rest when I got home.
So this morning I headed out early to Chatelherault at 6.30 am for 16.5 km.  No company to distract from any discomfort.  But I had the birds singing which always cheers me up.  It wasn't fast but it was done.  Then I started eating.  McDonalds for breakfast, fish and chips for lunch.  Home for dinner with more fish and pasta - you know when you've trained hard when your appetite goes through the roof!
Having had my first run with friends in over 4 months I'm really looking forward to this becoming the norm.  The Virtual Race Romania starts on Saturday, 250 km in 25 days.  I was intending in doing it in 7 days but we're going to be managing this on a daily basis with reduced mileage just so we can get there.  What ever it takes!

Whatever it takes

The good news is I did get my first pint at the pub since lockdown on Monday!  At 5pm I went with my son Ali and we enjoyed a "cold one" in an outdoor beer garden.  It was busy but we managed to keep our distance from the crowd and it was good to have some form of normality restored.  Later on however we heard they had to ask people to leave as it was getting too busy.
During the week I mixed running with cycling and would put it down as a good weeks training with some decent runs.  By Thursday my heart rate was behaving which confirmed the training schedule was on point. 
On Saturday I ran 30 km which was a decent step up in distance but unfortunately it was all tarmac.  I'm still getting used to my new orthotics and while they are offering more support it does have an impact on my body which I started to feel around 20 km.  My foot was uncomfortable but it was more my IT band at the side of my knee.  With 6 km to go I turned for home straight into a headwind and my niggles were getting worse.  I eased off on my pace as I knew I had a 90 minute run the next day and didn't want to hurt myself.  Just as I got into Strathaven I noticed my coach and her husband heading in my direction on their bikes.  Genevieve started shouting and waving like a loony and that always makes me smile, straighten up, and pick up my feet.  But that short burst of motivation quickly subsided as I just wanted to get the run finished.
I reported back to Genevieve on how I felt and we both agreed to wait till the morning to decide whether to run or rest.  I woke up and other than the first few footsteps I felt fine, certainly no muscular pain in my legs.  So I headed off for Chatelherault to get off the tarmac and back to the trail.  I was scheduled for a couple of laps but quickly it became obvious it was going to be a painful run as the niggles were getting worse.  About 3 km in I felt like turning back and walking but decided to keep it going and see whether I could manage 1 or 2 laps.  At some stages it felt fine and with under a km to go in the first lap I thought I'd start the second lap but as soon as I turned up the hill towards the end of the lap, the pain came back and I called it a day.  A slow and painful lap.  Such a shame as it was a lovely day to be in the beautiful grounds of Chatelherault.
I came home, hot bath, anti-inflammatory tablets, ice and elevated my leg.
Tomorrow is a rest day and I have set up a conversation with my coach for tomorrow.  Fortunately I have a sports massage booked for Tuesday and seeing my sports therapist on Thursday.  My "A race" is 12 days away and my current race strategy of completing it in a week might have to change.  I'll do whatever it takes to be ready on Saturday 25 July and if it means I have to run more days and less mileage then I will, with one condition.  I'm not creating a bigger problem with my foot / leg.  I'll be speaking to my podiatrist as well as it takes time to adjust to new orthotics.
It's never easy which is what makes it so satisfying when running injury free.  May the wind be at your back!

Preparing for Virtual Ultra Race Romania

My "A race" this summer was going to be the Ultra race Romania in August, a 250 km 6 day staged race but like all other races it had to be cancelled due to Covid-19.  However the organisers are running a virtual even starting on 25th July for 25 days which means you could do 10 km a day and still receive the magnificent medal that would have been given to the finishers of the main event.  My plan is to do it in 7 days and despite my foot playing up a bit, I'm still aiming for this target.
The run up to any event is important as you must build your training up but avoid over training or injuries.  My last two weeks my training has been cut back due to my foot issue and now I've managed to get some treatment and a new pair of orthotics, the build is back on - but cautiously.
On Wednesday I did a gentle run with my new orthotics.  I could feel different pressure points but they were fine, for a short run.  Three bike rides this week is not usual for me but it's kept my fitness going while taking the strain off my foot.  Another gently run on Friday and on Saturday I went out for  20 km run.  Had the niggle not started I'd be up at 35/40 km by now but that's where I'm at.  My foot felt fine during the run and I felt great.  Heart rate was really behaving itself which is always good.  I messaged my coach afterwards and it was agreed that today, Sunday, I'd ride rather than run to give my foot some rest and this was a good call as there were a few grumbles during the night with my foot.
The weather was not suitable for an outdoor ride with high winds and showers so it was back to Zwift and a good playlist to get me through an "hour of power" - it certainly has it's use although I'd rather be out on the roads riding through the countryside.
The next 19 days of training will determine what my "game plan" is for the virtual URR but I know it's going to be a tough race.  I'm looking forward to my body aching (in a good way), hot baths (which won't be available in the race) and hitting my bed at night (also not available) desperate to sleep and waking in the morning refreshed and ready to go again.  Racing over a prolonged period is physically and mentally draining and takes you to place in your mind you didn't know existed.  It's one of the attractions of long distance running and I can't wait to toe the start line with my No 1 bib, an honour granted to me by the organisers.  It's positive to have something to focus on in the near horizon, other than queuing to get into a pub for your first pint since March!

Weather forecasts - better reading tea leaves!

Two days late with my blog!  It only occurred to me when I woke up at 5.30 am this morning that I hadn't written my blog on Sunday and I spent the next 20 minutes mulling it over while I tried to get back to sleep - failed so here I am with my early morning tea listening to the "dawn chorus" outside and wondering where summer went!  A week ago I was deciding between a running vest or t-shirt and now I'm considering one or two layers or a waterproof.
Following my injury niggles last week I got some treatment on the top of my calf and my foot.  I'd like to say it was pleasant but it wasn't as I hadn't received any regular maintenance in over 3 months so there is more work to be done.  Getting my calf taped always helps my foot and add to this a new pair of running shoes and repaired orthotics and I was good(ish) to go.
My coach is always looking out for me and gave me a light weeks training which included some time on my bike which was a nice change and coincided with the last of the warm weather.  I'd forgotten the effect of meeting another cyclist on route.  We both eyed each other up and as we were going the same direction decided we could strike up a conversation as we were going the same pace - well that's how it started.  The pace just seemed to pick up and 4 miles later when he headed off on a different direction he said "at least this will be at a more leisurely pace".  What he didn't know was I was blowing out my backside to hold that pace and he obviously was doing the same.  It was my fastest ride this year, not that I have many to compare against but it was a decent pace.
The triathlon club had been competing in a weekly virtual Iron Man Triathlon series of varying distances - from sprint to 70.3.  The swim was replaced with an additional run and I'd taken part in a couple.  A leader board was formed and the competition heated up with this weekend being the final race.  As I hadn't competed in them all, they had also allowed for some long runs/bikes to count, I wasn't in the frame but my coach suggested I take part anyway just to provide some focus on a light weeks training.
The weather forecast for the weekend was dire and you had to complete a 3km run, 40km bike and 10km run in 1 day.  The BBC weather forecast isn't the best but when I went to bed on Friday night it said heavy rain and winds from 8am all day so I knew I couldn't fit in the three disciples so decided to do it on Sunday when the weather looked bad but not as bad.  I woke at 5am on Saturday, checked the weather which hadn't changed so headed out for a training ride of 1 hr 10 mins without any rain or strong winds.  Feeling good I showered and went back to bed.  The weather didn't change till 11.30 am so I could have done my tri as many of my club mates did.
On Sunday I woke at 5am and checked the weather.  The window for the two runs in dry and less windy conditions didn't exist despite what the forecast the day before had said.  I could hear the wind howling and the rain smacking off the window so I went back to sleep.  I knew the wind was picking up so I forced myself out the door - what am I doing this for, I'll be slower than normal as the wind is 25 mph and I'm going to need two layers of clothes.  I was also worried about the top of my calf and over extending if I was running fast.  I finished the 3km in a slower than normal fast time if you get my drift and then wen't straight into the 10km.  I should have gone on the bike but it was so wet it was going to be indoors and I couldn't face a change of clothes only to have to go back out in the rain after another change of clothes.  You can tell my mind wasn't in the most positive place - bloody BBC!  Yesterday would have been so much better.
The 10km was horrible.  I was so close to giving up on numerous occasions, I wasn't in the competition anyway - but I was, with myself.  I gave myself a good talking to as I was 6 minutes slower than my last 10km race but in the end the achievement was not giving up.
I rested for 3 hours then did a Zwift indoor bike session.  I've only done one before which I ended up binning as I hadn't set myself up properly for it with a fan to help cool me down and a towel but this time I was ready.  It was a flat course and therefore fast.  35km averaged over the 40km and I was pleased with that but I was completely shattered at the end.  Despite the distraction of racing people on screen I was bored and again had to have a word with myself - definitely not in my normal frame of mind for training but Zwift is definitely something you need to get used to.  At least it was a tough training session that wouldn't have taken place if it had been out doors.
Taking part in a short virtual Olympic distance tri reminded me it's not about the distance.  After finishing this I was shattered and that's why I forgot to write my blog.  I'd pushed myself both physically and mentally to complete the race and being shorter, didn't put as much strain on my niggles.  Good training is about consistency and varying the activities to take account of any potential injuries.  My mind set wasn't good this weekend, not helped by the crap weather, but I got through it because I had goals to complete and be held accountable for.  Congratulations to my team mates for some stunning results in their virtual IM events over the last few months - you smashed it. 
I think I'll read the tea leaves at the bottom of my cup now rather than rely on the fairy story the BBC weather App is coming up with!  See you out there.

Steve Auston, the $6m man

The signs were all there.  I am going through a new pair of running shoes every 3-4 weeks and while I have increased my mileage, this is ridiculous and expensive.  The wear and tear was on the left shoe on the left side of the heal.  The rest of the sole looked brand new.  But with my "medical team" all on lockdown I can't get assessed or treated or a massage and I got a niggle at the back of my knee that almost had me walking at one stage.  Not great when running 30km the next day.  That run went well but I had to shorten my gate and take my time.  The dull ache was there throughout the run but as soon as I stopped running, it was fine.

I managed to get an emergency appointment with my podiatrist.  Full PPE and strict protocol followed and I found wearing the mask hellish for 1 hour.  I couldn't wear my glasses as they steamed up and I found breathing difficult.  Hat's off to the workers doing an 8 hour shift wearing the masks.

High tech equipment was used and a digital image of the pressure points came up on my feet.  It's a long story but there's a lot going on down there that isn't good so new orthotics are being made and I'm confident that they will help with the issues.  I also need to visit the chiropractor to get adjusted but that won't happen for a few weeks at least.  A massage would go down well and my sports therapist is needed to take my leg!  I'm surprised I've survived this long as I am usually seeing one of them every two weeks.

My orthotics have been "quarantined" for 3 days while they are repaired until my new pair are ready so my coach has me on a minimal running programme for the next week.  Today I went out for just over an hour to spin my legs on the bike and apart from the 10 minute rain shower, I really enjoyed it. I can see some more cycling in my training while we sort the biomechanical issues with my feet.

You have to work with what you've got and despite my various injuries over the years I've managed some big distances and aim to continue.  I'm not Steve Auston, the six million dollar man (1973 Sci-fi) but it feels like they are rebuilding me! 

81 km - getting there

It's been a good weeks training with 81 km completed.  As always a variety of runs from 30 mins to 2.5 hours, some focused on speed but most targeting certain heart rate zones.  As the distance builds up, what I considered a long run, becomes a short run.  Anything under an hour and a half I now consider short and in time that will become two and a half hours.  In some of my events, 81km will be a daily target and that seems a big stretch from where I am today but I'll get there.

Hopefully lockdown rules will ease so I can get back into the mountains and spend much longer (5-6 hours) power walking up and running back down.  This builds my strength like no gym workout, and is far more enjoyable especially if you can have some company.

While I have a couple of virtual events to train for, mentally it's different and training now takes on a "release" from the restrictions of lockdown and it's not just focused on an event.  Normally I'd be enjoying a sports massage every 3 weeks to keep my legs and back in order.  I definitely think my body would appreciate it and my foot needs some attention from my sports therapist.  In the meantime I have to make do with stretching, self massage, rollers and hot baths.
We'll get through this surreal period but if we can make the most of it by preparing for that time then 2021 is going to be a great year.  I'm even thinking longer term but right now the focus is on building the miles while staying healthy.  Enjoy getting out on your bike, swimming, running or walking.  We're lucky enough to be healthy to take part in these activities.  Stay safe.

Building the miles back up

If 2020 had gone to plan I would have completed the Kielder 50 km ultra and a week ago 3 marathons in 3 days around the mountains of Loch Ness.  This was all in preparation for my "A race" which was scheduled for August, 250 km 6 day stage race.  But all are cancelled so the high mileage that had been built up was drastically reduced to and hour a day to comply with the Covid-19 guidance and also protect my immune system.
The virtual races that were introduced have provided a good focus and although shorter and therefore faster than my normal race pace, it helped keep my fitness up.  My training plan has now been adjusted to get me ready for the two main events that are now in my calendar; starting 25th July the Ultra Race Romania virtual race, 250km in 25 days although I'll be doing it in a shorter period of time; followed in September when I am going to run from Inverness to Glasgow using the Great Glen Way & The West Highland Way - I haven't worked out how long that will take yet but will soon have the plan finalised.
This plan means I need to increase my training runs and this week I ran 15 km on Friday, 25 Km on Saturday and 15 km today.  Back to back runs are the way to get in shape for the longer runs, but I can't say the transition was easy and there's still a very long way to go.
My pals are all competing in the virtual ironman races which is motivating them to give their best.  By comparison I'm doing the lonely long miles  which is required as I prepare my mind as well as body for the going the distance.  I've been here before and am looking forward to when running
21 km is the warm up and you get into a rhythm where the hours and the kms pass.  But I've a bit to go to get there.
Everyday follows the same pattern. Get up, run, refuel, relax and recover - repeat (there's some work in there as well!).  It's essential to look after your body and with a constant niggle/foot injury I have to manage that constantly - plenty of epsom salt hot baths and stretching, sadly missing my sports therapist. 
I'm looking forward to long days in the mountains as those kind of sessions will be important especially for my September run.  If you're building up the miles, do it gradually and remember how important rest and recovery is.  Enjoy your outdoor activity whether it be a virtual race or just a jog.  Stay safe and keep fit.

Making the most of 2020

I've always said that new year resolutions were a waste of time and most have been broken before the end of January.  Gyms are great evidence of that as every year the regular gym goers get cheesed off as they can't get near the equipment that for 11 months of the year is available.  But come the end of January the gyms get less busy.
2020 could be described as a "black swan" - a metaphor that describes an event that comes as a surprise and has a major effect. It's like the world has been turned upside down and the worst part is the cost of lives.  It has affected everyone's life and I am sure you will have reflected on what you now consider important.  I know I have and have amended my long term plans.
When it comes to training, the goals that were set have all changed.  The way in which you've trained will have changed with on line classes allowing people to train from the safety of their own home or virtual races which I have found very motivating.
What was inevitable was that my "A race" of the Ultra Race Romania, 250km 6 day staged race, has been cancelled.  I feel for the organisers as they have put so much into making this event happen but completely agree with their decision - safety first.  But being totally focused on the runners, they have launched a virtual version of the same race starting on 25th July.  Instead of 6 days they have extended it to 25 days which widens the audience who may wish to join in the fun.  Great idea and I was the first to sign up - my Bib number is No.1.  I'm already working with my coach to plan the best way of approaching the race.
This got me thinking, if in July / August I'm running 250 km then how can I take advantage of this fitness?  Why not run a long distance in Scotland in September, it's one of the best months weather wise, the kids should be back at school and hopefully the midgies will be less active.  This is still in the planning phase but I'm going to run from Inverness to Fort William down the Great Glen Way (125 kms) and then Fort William to Glasgow down The West Highland Way (152 kms) - I haven't decided yet on the total number of days it will take.  My wife has already agreed to be my crew and I expect others will join me for sections along the way.  I'll publish the details nearer the time.
I'm determined to make the most of 2020 and not be defeated by lockdown and restrictions.  I want to take advantage of the different type of training and events taking place, shake up the normal, and come out of it stronger and more experienced.  After all, I've still got Ultra Race Romania in 2021!

Me and technology!

My pals think I'm a dinosaur when it comes to technology.  I'm constantly having problems with it and it frustrates the life out of me.  I could write forever on the issues but I'm going to put it down to two things.
1 - I didn't grow up with technology and find it a bit like a foreign language (I'm "merde" with languages as well).  I think in English but have to convert to say French.  With technology I think in old language and then need to try and convert.  But that logic doesn't seem to work.
2 - Instructions are written poorly and assume a certain amount of knowledge.  There should always be an "idiots" guide.
This weekend proved another milestone in poorly written instructions or actually a total absence of guidance and certainly no help.  I was taking part in a virtual IM race this weekend and it involved a 40k bike ride.  But the weather was going to be wet and windy so an indoor bike ride was going to be in order.  Unfortunately my bike didn't have a  speed sensor so I decided to join zwift.  My club mates were all on it and enjoying the competition. How difficult could it be to set up?  1 hour on Friday night and a further 2 hours on Saturday morning and my coach was on the phone, sharing screens and my screens were different from hers and we were logging into the same account - WTF!

As I was running out of time my coach entered me in a 40km race which was the distance required for my IM VR8.  Only after entering did she comment "oh it's hilly" - I was trying for a fast time but said don't worry it's just a training session anyway.  Hilly!! 454m in 22km before the "wheels came off".  I had set the bike up in a room where the ventilation was poor and the sweat is pouring off me.  I can count on one hand the number of training sessions I've ditched in 12 years so I was really disappointed and annoyed with myself.  If I'd got the technology sorted I'd have had 40kms on a relatively flat route and completed the IM VR. 
Leaving that disappointment aside, my stats were good with some PBs so I'll take the positived out of it.  Zwift looks like it will be good but there support is non-existent.  Fortunately it now seems to be resolved as Gareth came to the rescue with an ant+stick (no mention of that on Zwift!). Looks like everything will be ok next time I log in but I'll need a fan in the room to keep me from flagging.
Today's run was also tough.  Wind and rain with tired legs and the voice in my head giving me a hard time because of yesterday's failure.  I had to give myself a "good talking to" when the thought of cutting the run short came into my head.  There was no need.  Yes I was tired and yes it was a longer run but your mind gives up before your body and I needed to get through this so I pressed on. 
I'm sharing these thoughts with you because I know we all have them.  And while we're existing in "ground hog day" it's important to keep those negative thoughts at bay.  Training is an escape from the routine of getting through the impact of this pandemic and every session is a privileged because I am fit and well.  Just a dinosaur when it comes to technology although I'd happily offer my services to them writing " instructions for nuls" - French for dummies!

Marathon des Sables revisited

April 2013

This is the closing chapter in a five year journey from non-athlete to Ironman and now multi-day endurance runner having just completed the 2013 MdS.  I only learned of this event when trying to find an event dafter than ironman which would make ironman seem more “sane”.  I never dreamed I’d enter the MdS but in the end I did.  Here’s my story of the MdS. 

Before I went to the Sahara I would have found it impossible to describe what the MdS is.  Yes it’s 5.5. marathons on 6 days across the Sahara carrying your own food and everything else you need in your rucksack.  The organisers supply you with 9 litres of water a day at various stages, medical treatment if required and your 8 man tent is erected at the camps for you along the way.  But it’s much more than that.  Most people, including me, think of marathons as road runs and the times accordingly but nothing could be further from the truth. 

I was told that if you run a 4 hour marathon on tarmac then your likely time for an MdS marathon would be between 6 – 8 hours.  That turned out to be spot on.  I've given distances and times below for those that are interested but in the end all that mattered was getting through this extreme endurance event.  Coming 565 out of 1,040 people meant nothing to me.  Hill walking, hill climbing and trail running turns out to be the most appropriate training with road running having no relevance what so ever.  The biggest factor that you must take into account is that you are living in tents, getting up at 5.30am, cooking your breakfast and dinner yourself and managing your water – every drop of it as any additional water is a time penalty.  5.5 marathons on its own would be tough enough – this was insane.

When I completed Lanza Ironman in May last year I swore I’d withdraw from MdS because of how I suffered in the heat with temperatures in the low 30’s, even with access to as much water and ice as I wanted during the marathon.  But I decided to see if I could push the limits. 

Once you arrive at the initial camp you have 2 days of “administration” including going through checks of your ECG to make sure your fit enough to run.  It’s queue after queue – food is supplied as you don’t become self-supporting until the morning the race starts but standing in queues of 1,000 people is a right pain but you need to be patient which was a theme for the whole event.  Shortly after arriving a sandstorm blew all our belongings out of our tent and on another occasion collapsed it – sand was everywhere. 

Day 1: 37km, 6hrs 2mins. The nerves were gangling as “Highway to Hell” blared out and the helicopter did low pass overs with camera men hanging out capturing the 1,040 runners living the dream.  I ran with a few of my mates for the first 12k when we reached the first checkpoint.  The temperature was heading for the 40’s and the 12.5 kg on my back was hurting.  As the day went on my feet started to burn and I realised that I had a blister on the ball of my right foot – this was not a good start.  Climbing sand dunes is like walking up an escalator which is going in the opposite direction.  Running in sand is a waste of energy for all but the fittest elite athletes.  End of day 1 then off to the medics tent to discover 3 big blisters – they treated them and taped my feet.  I cried in pain as I hobbled back to the tent.  My dream was in danger of becoming a nightmare.  I needed to change my race strategy.  Boil in the bag dinner and bed by 8.30am.  Just before bed an email was delivered for me – how unbelievably uplifting.  We all came to rely on that contact from the outside world. 

Day 2:  31km, 6hrs 39 mins. Started at 5.40am as I watched the sunrise.  My plan was to survive day 2 as I was now carrying 11.8k.  I knew that there were 3 massive climbs.  According to the winner afterwards he said it was the toughest stage in the history of the MdS.  I found it fine as I power walked it but it included rock climbing.  Got some great photos but one of my tent mates required 4 litres of fluid from the medics – people were dropping like flies in the heat which had reached 52 degrees at its peak.  Another visit to the medical tent and more blister treatment – it seems that walking creates different pressure points and now every step I took hurt so pain management became essential. 

Day 3:  38km, 6hrs 38mins.  The objective was to ensure I would be in shape for the double marathon the following day so this dictated how fast I could move.  You needed to calculate whether running was good as it was painful and increased your core body temperature which put you in the danger zone.  However it got you out of the blistering sun quicker.  In the end I never ran in the heat of the day but my power walking was quicker than other peoples running.  The banter back at the tent with the “tartan army” was unbelievable – you needed a thick skin and a wicked sense of humour.  No washing facilities existed and shitting in a brown bag meant you had to be careful with hygiene.  One set of running gear also meant we all smelled rotten but nobody noticed although by the end I was objecting to my own smell! 

Day 4/5:  76km, 17hrs 9mins. The long day arrived. The strategy was to get through it and not stop for a sleep.  We ended up in trouble when one of my tent mates fell ill in the middle of nowhere.  He was 3.7 km from a check point and in serious trouble vomiting everywhere – I realised that if he was in trouble then we all were.  Fortunately I spotted 2 medics just about to drive off and I got their attention.  They treated him for 45 minutes and we sat in the shade created by the car.  It was only when we started running that we realised the damage this had done to us as we hadn’t enough water to have stayed out that length of time.  At the same time the previous years female winner went past suffering heat exhaustion – she was given 4 litres of fluid through an IV drip but later pulled out. 

The next couple of check points were a blur as I fought off the horrible feeling of wanting to throw up knowing that this would lead to medical treatment and a possible withdrawal.  At half way I stopped for soup and a rest in the shade.  Darkness settled in and we tackled 8km of sand dunes in the dark.  A green laser at the next checkpoint pointed to the sky and we followed small luminous green markers in the most amazing star lit sky I have ever seen.  Every so often a local would appear in the darkness and said hello – I have no idea where they came from. 

The second last stage in the night we were moving very fast and were never overtaken.  At the last checkpoint our colleague was sick again and told us to go ahead.  We picked up the pace again and finished in just over 17 hours.  On getting back to my tent the medical team were there again because someone had collapsed outside our tent and was being treated – in my bloody space!  I just wanted to collapse.  We’d done it, completed the double marathon in one go but the pain in my feet and my shoulders from the rucksack was incredible.  I couldn’t take anti-inflammatory tablets as it was too high a risk with the lack of hydration so I just had to put up with the swollen ankles and feet.  In the morning I had spaghetti bolognaise for breakfast which was the dinner I had skipped the night before to save time.  A day of rest and stretching prepared me for the next day.  Strangely I could not only touch my toes but get my fingers under my toes which was due to the muscles being more flexible in the heat.  

Day 6:  42km, 6hrs 45mins.  When we woke up for the final day there was only a marathon to go – did I just say only?  It’s funny but that is how we all felt.  It was a tough stage with huge salt planes to go across where you thought you were walking on a conveyor belt going the wrong way for hours.  I ran while it was cool (up to 35 degrees) and left enough energy in the tank for the end.  But all the time I was calculating just how fast I could go without collapsing with heat exhaustion – it dictated everything.  The finishing line was a bit of a blur but I’d made it – the hardest footrace on earth was done.  There was a party in the evening with a rock band but I stayed in the tent with my feet raised as I was hurting.  Everyone in the tent had completed the MdS and we were so proud. 

Charity run: 8km, 2hrs 15mins.  The following morning we had to take part in a UNICEF charity stage over one of the most beautiful dunes in the Sahara.  All I wanted to do was get to the end and get on the coach for the 6 hour journey back to the hotel.  So I power walked it with a pal and overtook the winner, Mohamed Ahansal, 300 yards before the line.  Stopped for a picture with him and then blocked out the TV cameras with our Scotland flag as we went across the finish line.  It was over, thank god for that.  

The tartan army set me up at the alternative awards dinner the following night when I was introduced to the race organiser, and the 315 Brits, as the “legendary Scottish runner” who had over taken Mohamed Ahansal the event winner just short of the line on the charity run – to a standing ovation I accepted Patrick’s hug and thought, the bastards – what a great bunch of mates I had the privilege of completing this unbelievable race with’ friends for life. 

The whole race was about ensuring I survived and completed it while raising money for Maggie’s Cancer Caring Centres - currently around £5,000.  Every step hurt after the first day and staying conscious so I remained in control of my destiny dictated my every move.  I’ve reflected on whether I could have gone faster or not.  Possibly, but then it could have been a different ending and not a happy one.  This is a “mental” race.  You have a voice in your head for the whole event telling you about the pain, the heat and how the finish line seems never to get closer.  Physically it’s tough but mentally it’s ridiculous. 

Pushing myself to the limit has taught me so much and fortunately I have support from my family and so many friends who have all encouraged me to keep going.  Thank you for believing me.  Now for a well-earned rest.