Finding my mojo

You may have noticed a lack of posts over the last 3-4 weeks.  My apologies but I wasn't in the mood or to put it another way, I'd lost my mojo.  It happens from time to time and for me it was due to a recurring injury which meant I couldn't run.  I've been working hard at my yoga to try and help with my dodgy hamstrings but to no avail.  Therefore my training was restricted to some light gym work, yoga and swimming.  But I was missing my running.
I was also busy at work and achieved a lifetime goal of selling my business to set myself up for retirement. I'll be working on for at least two years but the pressure of running the business has been lifted and I can concentrate on the best part of the job, looking after my clients.  I can also start planning for getting a campervan and heading into the mountains with Beth, our favourite place.
A bit of celebrating took place and I also turned 61 so training wasn't high on the agenda.  A good excuse to rest my hammy.
On Friday we headed off to Loch Lomond for a few nights away and took full advantage of the surroundings.  On Friday we headed up to Ben More - it's about as steep a climb as you can get, 1,076 metres of vertical "stair master".  We even went through snow before the top but it was a good test of my hammy and it passed.
On Saturday we walked up Conic Hill which is half the elevation with less gradient.  I had a good "talk to myself" as I was climbing the hill as I realised my "frame of mind" was poor.  I was telling myself I was unfit which then lowered my expectations as to what I could do.  I was just coming through some injuries and was on my road to recovery so decided to "get out my puddle" and get back on track for URR in August.  When we reached the summit we ran down the other side and along the West Highland Way taking the total distance to 14km.  Towards the end of the run I was "in the zone" and running freely which felt amazing.  My talking to was showing results already.
This morning we ran towards Rowardennan along the shore of Loch Lomond as the sun rose.  Stunning scenery and a good leg warm up with 8km covered.  We are so lucky in this part of the world to have amazing scenery and mountains close to where we live.
So I have found my mojo.  By lunchtime I'd signed up for the Glentress half marathon in February and the Full Tilt 58km Ultra in June.  I had already entered the  Manchester marathon in April and have the Ultra Race Romania in August.  The icing on the cake is that Beth will be joining me on these races which will make training much easier as we can motivate each other as if you don't have a training partner, there are a lot of lonely miles ahead.
You can't be on form 365 days a year and your motivation will fluctuate, especially if you are injured.  But we know that when we are feeling fit we feel unstoppable.  Do take some downtime over the festive period but not too long as it's harder to get back on it.  Build it back slowly and get some races in your calendar.  It creates the focus you need. 

Let's not forget

Apologies for the radio silence at my end.  It's been a busy few weeks and getting the work, life, training balance has been hard.
I'm glad to report that after another adjustment by my chiropractor my hammy was good and I was building up the running.  I'd started working on slow running to get into HR zone 2, which isn't easy, but progress has been made.  Even today when I did 10KM at Chatleherault my average HR was 146 which I'm happy with as it's a tough track with 210m of climbing.  That includes not only running the "big hill" (I have a different name for it but it's not printable) and then not stopping to get my breath back.  My heart rate was about 152 at the top of the hill which was unbelievable.  But there was a sting in the tail and in the last 300m my left hammy started to complain so back to the medical team to repair me.  Perhaps I should have walked the BIG hill!
This will mean restricted training but there is plenty to do, just not running.  Gym, stair master, swim, yoga and turbo should allow me to keep my fitness up.
On more important matters, sadly Beth lost a very dear friend to cancer which took her from us far too soon.  We'll say our goodbyes in 8 days time but have the wonderful memories to remember her by.
So when running today through the beautiful Chatelherault on this stunning autumn day I took time to "smell the roses" as they say and realise just how lucky we are.  I got back to my car for 11am and stayed silent for 2 minutes to pay my respects to those brave soldiers who gave their lives so we could enjoy the freedom we have today. Let's not forget.

1 step forward, 2 steps back!

I started writing this blog in 2009 when I decided to train for my very first Ironman competition (Copenhagen) which I didn't think was possible to complete.  The first thing I did was check the cut off time which was either 16-17 hours and I didn't think I could make it but my coach at the time said I'd get sub 13 hours and he was right, by 15 minutes.  I'm typing this blog from my home office and hanging proudly on the wall is a picture of a much younger me going across the line with my three kids.  I really couldn't believe what I'd achieved at the age of 48 nor the journey it would lead to.  It took me a week to process the feeling of achievement but that opened up my mind to what could I really do if I just believed anything was possible.  
If you look back in my blog to then, I posted a blog every day about my training.  I'm sure at one stage I must have used the same title, 1 step forward, 2 steps back but this will happen to everyone when training.
I've really been under the weather since my 50km ultra in the Peak District over a month ago.  I've had nothing more than a cold but it has knocked me for 6.  In the training runs I have done my heart rate has been high, I have felt the top of my chest to be restricted and just out of sorts.  I have tried to tick over with running but it caught up with me yesterday.
I ran on the 16th (1st run back) 8.35km, ran 5km on 18th, joined the club for interval training on the 19th with a total of 9.32km, ran 9.55km around Chatelherault on Saturday and on Sunday was taking it easy when at 6.7km my left hammy gave me a sharp pain.  I was running with Beth and we decided to walk the rest so I didn't do anymore damage.  That was followed by a massage gun on my hammy and a hot epsom salt bath.
So 1 step forward with a good week of running without pushing the pace, and 2 steps back as I need to rest the hammy.  Frustrating but if there is a time of year for it to happen it's now when I'm not racing.  But rather than sit around I will head back to the pool and swim with a pool bhoy to take my legs out of it.  I'll also get to the gym and leave the hammy out for a few days.  I rather suspect it was going back to the "bands" that may have caused the issue.  It's amazing the muscle deterioration in such a short space of time - the gym will sort that but I need to be patience.
The most important thing is to keep a positive mindset and work out what I can do to continue my return to fitness and doing it in a way so as not to injure myself.  Part of keeping positive is trying to decide what races to enter for next year to help prepare me for my "A race".  But as I woke up this morning I felt that "man flu" had really gotten hold of my throat so here's hoping it's short lived.
In the overall picture my man flu and lack of training really isn't important.  There are friends out there fighting bigger battles and every day I appreciate just how lucky I am with my lot in life. so instead of complaining about 1 step forward, 2 steps back I'm going to see it as an opportunity to work out differently. Take care and grab life with both hands while you can.

Count your blessings

It won't surprise you to know, I'm a bad patient.  The last week wasn't fun.  I had no energy and a tickly cough I couldn't get rid of but fortunately it wasn't Covid.  As a result my first and only training session was on Sunday.  Despite having a tight chest, I couldn't sit around any longer I went out for a slow run.  It was amazing.  The sun was shining and the autumn colours were out in full.  I could smell the fragrant flowers in the parks and realised how much I had taken for granted in my runs while I was well.  It was an 8km run which was probably longer than I should have run but it felt so good to be back out in the fresh air.  I was paced by Beth who didn't push the pace although when I looked back at my stats, 5:20 per km was a great start.  When I got back home the thought of a warm down yoga session was the last thing on my mind but with a bit of encouragement, I completed it and felt better but tired.
Coming back after almost two weeks off isn't easy.  I've lost a lot of muscle and need to start to build my fitness and strength back again.  But not too quickly.  I took today off to let my body recover but I will be back at it tomorrow.
Everyone gets a cold or a virus and when it strikes you need to take time out and rest.  There are no short cuts and I'll have to be patient.  We take being fit and healthy for granted and this little set back has made me count my blessings.  I have my goals for 2023 and Ultra Race Romania is still my "A race" in August and every training session between now and then will have that finish line photo firmly in my mind.  Enjoy your health and if you are ill, be patient and let your body heal before working your way back, slowly.

Enforced rest

Last week I was talking about a change in my training but didn't predict a virus leading to a week of nothing.  I should have seen it coming as my heart rate during the Great Scottish run was very high - zone 5 for 1hr 22 min of the 1hr 47 min total.  I didn't feel good during the race but hopefully the antibiotics will get rid of the problem.  And then I can start to build it back up.
In the meantime I've been looking at various races for 2023.  There's no shortage, it's just a question of putting the most suitable races together to build up the Ultra Race Romania in August.  
I'm only human and will have times where I am ill but fortunately that doesn't happen too often.  What is important is that I don't rush back and over do it or take too long to get back. My body and head certainly haven't been in a good place in the last week so here's hoping I will be reporting good news next week.

Short and hard

As the years have gone on I've enjoyed "going long".  First in triathlon going from my first sprint to Ironman distance in two years and then 3 years after that tackling the "toughest footrace on earth" - the Marathon des Sables.  Ultra running took over and there's nothing I love more than a day in the mountains with a mix of power walking up, running the summits and pelting down the hills where the terrain allows.  But in my training there is a variety of running from short slow heart rate runs, to tempo runs or fartlek or negative split runs.  I need to do some speed work so that I'm not constantly jogging along.
While recovering in Portugal after the Ultra X race in the Peak District, I ran four times in a week and each time I picked up the pace.  Nothing too exciting but you need to remember I was recovering and it was 24 degrees.
When I got home, Beth & I decided at the last minute to run the Great Scottish Half Marathon but it was in a weeks time.  So I ran three times with the last one a fast, for me, 8km at 5 min per KM pace.  On race day I knew I'd need to do that for 21 km so it was a stretching target.  The race has pacers and I stayed with the 1 hr 45 min pacer but he tore off from the start line which goes uphill.  By the top of the hill I knew how big a challenge this was going to be.  My last race has been over 7 hrs and 22 mins including 2,000 m of ascent, but this was a hard short (relatively) effort on tarmac and I had my work cut out.  Unfortunately a pee stop meant I lost the pacer by joined back in and tried to keep a decent pace.  Beth had started 7 minutes behind and I knew she wouldn't be far away despite her fatigue.
The Glasgow half takes in stunning parks and I tried to enjoy the beauty of it while my heart rate increased beyond what I'd call comfortable - or even sensible for that matter.
I can't remember the last road race I took part in but this whole madness started with the Great Scottish 10km race in 2008.  When I crossed the line back then I walked back to George Square where the half marathon runners were lining up and I thought "really, how can you run twice that distance".  Since then my longest one day race was 73 mile in the Great Glen in 14hrs 40 mins and my longest continual race was 205 miles around Lake Tahoe which was 85 hours including sleep.
I have gone long and enjoy it more but have to respect just how tough the shorter distances are when you are running way faster than normal.  I was glad to cross the line in 1 hr 47 mins (5:05 min per KM) so only 2 mins outside my target.  I was even more delighted when Beth came in a few minutes behind me and with the fatigue she had in her body, that was an amazing achievement.
Short and hard has my respect and will always play a part in my training.  But I think I'll stick with the long miles where you discover a whole different world and find yourself.  
We are definitely in autumn now and my attention will turn to the gym for strength work, yoga for strength and flexibility plus breathing and cross training to give the legs a bit of a break.  A change in training is always exciting especially when you know the results will show up when racing next year.

New territory

It's been an exciting weekend down in the Peak District competing at the Ultra X 50 England event.  We'll get to my race in a minute but for me the best part was seeing my partner Beth complete the bigger event, the 125 X held over 2 days.  When you enter the world of ultra running, it's very different to marathon running or Ironman events.  The whole vibe is different and it's difficult to explain, but I'll try.  Time almost becomes immaterial as so much is determined by the amount of ascent/descent, the technicality of the climbs and the conditions under foot.  So making comparisons doesn't really tell you anything.  I remember in the Marathon des Sables they said if you were a 4 hour marathon runner then the same distance in the Sahara Desert was between 6-8 hours.
We'd camped on the Friday night as the 125 km race (2,847m of ascent) started at 7am on the Saturday morning.  There's nothing like trying to get a good nights sleep under canvas when in the next field they are partying.  Follow that in the morning with freeze dried porridge and you get the point, it's not like falling out of bed and having the Full Scottish! For some unknown reason over 30 competitors had decided not to turn up, perhaps they realised how tough the course was, so up at 5am for a 7am start and around 80 competitors headed off into the hills (27 of them dropped out during the race). I spent the rest of the day going from check point to check point cheering her on and trying to get her through the barrier at 50km which was her previous longest race.  This was "new territory" when you extend your longest race by 50% and no matter how much you prepare for it, you have to experience it.  She did great and descended a tricky path off Mam Tor to finish in the darkness which isn't easy.  Every step is a potential ankle break.
Now for some freeze dried dinner before a night under the canvas again - luxury it wasn't.  We were both running the 50km (1,924m of ascent) the next day, but I was doing it on fresh legs.  I tried to convey to Beth that yes your legs will be stiff and sore but start slowly and the legs will warm up.  Completely forget and never refer to the fact you did 75km the day before - it's not relevant, just go checkpoint to checkpoint and ignore the target 50km.  Once Beth had left I packed away the tent just as it started to rain.
The 125 runners started at 8am and the 50km runners at 10am to ease the congestion and not to demoralise the 125 km runners if they were overtaken by someone on fresh legs.  The start was down hill with long flat sections across beautiful countryside and I was flying.  I just felt good and thought, let's not hold back and take advantage of the conditions.  We started to pass the 125km runners and I passed Beth on a narrow technical section where she told me her knee and ankle were swollen.  That wasn't good news as it would make the downhill extremely painful but "shit happens" in races.  This is much more of a running race than a lot of ultras which I loved.  The hills are not as steep as they are in Scotland but they do go on for a long time.  None more so that the 11km from the last CP which goes up Loose Hill to Mam Tor and the worst bit is, you can see just how far you have to go along the ridge to get off Mam Tor.  The Ultra X series is a younger persons event looking at the runners.  While there is an over 50s section there is no over 60s section which puts me at a distinct disadvantage.  As I headed along the ridge to Mam Tor I tried to close in on a group of youngsters but couldn't get close to them, until the downhill.  Thanks to my Tinto repeats and time in the Scottish mountains, I turned the throttle on full as I started to descent.  I flew past 5 of them as their quads were shredded and they struggled with the last 2.5 km downhill before 1.5km on tarmac with a slight uphill to finish.  I finished in 7hrs 22 mins, was 62nd out of 262 runners and 3rd over 50 - I'll settle for that.
Beth had reached the last check point and it was getting dark and starting to rain.  She still had Loose Hill and Mam Tor to get over and the tricky descent and 11km to cover.  Her battery was running out on her head torch and she was on her own.  She phoned me and it's fair to say I was concerned for her safety - there are no marshals on the course.  But she was determined so she headed off.  One thing the younger runners don't understand is helping other runners who are in trouble or at risk if on there own.  She was left by a few groups and that really isn't on because you could easily fall and seriously hurt yourself.  I was delighted and relieved when she crossed the finished line.  While sobbing and saying never again she managed to head butt me!  Yes we've all been there and within 24 hours she's planning her next ultra.  But she crossed into new territory.  Increasing your longest race by 50% to 75km then running 50km on tired legs the next day after two nights under canvas.  That's the magic of having a WHY, raising over £1,100 for the Beatson Cancer Charity (thank you to all that supported her) and knowing that while she had a choice to give up when she was at her lowest point, cancer suffers battle on.
My new territory was "racing" the 50km rather than being happy to complete it.  My training up to the event had been mixed with various injuries but I used my experience and got the elevation in on the mountains and rested up the week before the race as I was tired and carrying a calf strain that could have put me out of the race if I'd trained.  I flew through the check points making up loads of time on those runners fannying about - you can eat your food on the uphills.  I hunted down the ones in front.  With all these races the competitors all have their own stories as to why they are there.  For many they entered new territory and the question they will be asking now is, if I can run 125kms , as Beth did, what's the next challenge?  Watch this space.  In the meantime we will rest, recover and repair - one ugly swollen ankle and sore knee.  I'll introduce Beth to my "medical team"!