Thursday 28th June 2012 – multi terrain running

A cunning plan

Whilst driving to work today I was thinking about tomorrow morning. Already thinking ahead. The reason for this was I would be riding my bicycle to work (I would be using a company car over the weekend – unable to drive two cars home), the plan would be to put the bike in the boot for the journey home.

So anyway, this got me thinking, why not ride my bike to the running club tonight, complete the run / route and then ride the bike home. Simples. It was four miles from home to the running club. That was manageable right?

I’d forgotten one thing

I was looking forward to tonight’s mini endurance test. Like the fool that I am.

To be honest the ride to the club wasn’t too bad, it took me just over 20 minutes to get there. That was the easy part. I had failed to do one thing today, and that was to check which route we would be running is evening at the club. The route is always posted on the website on the day, this was something I had totally over looked.

It turned out the route wasn’t a simple 5 miler, along tarmac covered pathways, nope, this was partly along pathways, but mainly running along the river bank, through fields, and around fields for about 8.5 miles.

The run was far from easy, I struggle running through fields, I struggle with the uneven surface and nigh on running one foot inline with the other…and hoping the person in front of you doesn’t go for a burton.

Back on my bike

It was tough but enjoyable. I managed to run it in 1 hour 15 minutes, not bad considering the multi terrain running challenge.

So once we were back at the running club HQ it time for stretch and then back on my bike for the four mile ride home. Perhaps a little slower than the ride to the club, and a little more up hill.

In had ridden 8 miles and ran 8.5 miles. I was knackered..but buzzing..!

This is the run.

Running though the fields.


Tuesday 26th June 2012 – Taking it easy

Making the wrong decision

When I woke up this morning and turned my alarm off, I had that “can’t be arsed” feeling, I was tired and in no mood to haul my ass out of bed, even though the sun was shining through the window and it looked like it was going to be a lovely day.

I decided there and then to stay in bed and get an extra hour sleep, or at least try to.

This, as it happened, turned out to be very much the wrong decision to make, for the rest of the day I had the hump. I was annoyed with myself for not getting up and going for a run. A run wakes me up and sets me up for the day…I know that, yet felt it would be better to stay in bed.

Making the right decision

I stewed all day. I regretted not running this morning. I was snappy with people when I could be bothered to speak to anyone.

I didn’t like it. I decided to go for a run this evening instead, and to make up for being such a lazy arsed git this morning I’d run 10k instead of the 5k I was going to run. I’d managed to cheer myself up a bit, and was now looking forward to a nice steady run on a summers evening. Assuming the rain holds off, I’d be able to get a good pace going and be taking it easy, nothing too manic.

Slow and steady

So once the boys were bathed and in bed, and wifey was settling down to read them stories with Gruffalos and diggers, I was throwing my running kit on and heading out.

I’d planned a simple, slightly undulated route that took me around the village and headed over the A12 down passed the BMW dealership, up to the Sainsbury’s roundabout and then head back over the A12 and the 2 mile straight through the village home again.

The temperature was nice, the roads weren’t too busy, and I soon settled into a good stride and pace. I wanted to take it steady and try to maintain an even pace throughout. I needed to work on this in preparation for the half marathon and marathon I had entered.

Happy again

I ran just over 10k (6.65 miles), in just over an hour. Not a record breaking run by any means, but I had managed to run steadily. I was happy again.

Taking it easy.

Sunday 1st April 2012 – I only went out for a quick 5K!

April Fool’s Day.

A pinch and a punch, first day of the month.

It’s the 1st of April today, April Fool’s Day. The day of pranks, jokes, jesting and jibes.

For some it is anyway.

Family time.

I spent the day with the family, chilling out, the sun has been shining for the best part of the day, we’d been to feed the carp and the fish at Little Easton Manor, it’s always nice to watch the big carp coming to the surface, basking in the sunshine, walking around the lakes and feeding the ducks.

We ended up driving to Sandford Mill Lock and walking along the river. This was where I had ran yesterday morning, along past the lock and into Chelmsford. It was nice to actually see the things that I missed yesterday whilst concentrating on not tripping over and navigating my way along the narrow tow path.

The best laid plans and all that…

I decided that for my Sunday afternoon run I would come back along the tow path for a short distance and then back up to home, probably about 5- 6 miles. I didn’t want to run too far cos my legs were aching like a bugger from yesterday, to be fair I doubted I would get much further than 3 or 4 miles.

It was mid afternoon, the sun was still out, I headed out, 2 miles down to the river, I aimed for a mile or so along the river then head back home.

Typically, I kept going. I ran along the river for a couple or three miles, I was heading towards Sandford Mill Lock again, a quick sat-nav like route calculation, meant I turned right at the lock, and headed along the country lanes back up to the main road.

The additional distance meant I was heading for a run nearer to 8 than 6 miles. I had passed 3 miles ages ago. My legs were killing me. I was close to ringing Wifey to come and pick me up.

Ah the shame of that thought! I kept on going.

It’s all uphill.

The run from the lock towards the main road was up hill, then there was more uphill running as I headed towards the A12, at the 2 mile from home point I was absolutely knackered. My legs were on auto pilot. I was gasping. Still, 2 miles to home, not that bad.

The dreaded hill, from 1.5 miles to 1 mile is a hill. It gets me every time. I’d forgot about it. How I managed to get up it I don’t know. But get up it I did!

I happily staggered through the door after running over 9 miles. I stretched, got changed and limped to the sofa…

This is the route and the run.

Sunday 25th March 2012 – Getting back on track.

Best to take it easy

After the disappointing run yesterday, the distraction from the bouncing water bottle around my waist, and the niggling pain in my right calf, I knew I probably shouldn’t of gone out for a run today.

But my calf was feeling better, I had rested it for most of the day, and anyway, I always go for a run on a Sunday, difficult to break a routine.

I needed to run, yesterday had played on my mind quite a bit, I was annoyed with myself for allowing myself to become so bloody distracted, although part of me was thinking ‘sod it, I am not going to run for a while, I’ve had enough’, I knew that if I didn’t get off my arse and run today and sort my head out then I probably wouldn’t complete the challenge.

I had to get back out there.

And it’s not as if I was going to go hell for leather and crack out a 10-15 mile run, I was only going to go for a quick 5K to get the blood pumping.

To the roads…

I took it easy. I tried to hold myself back a bit, not wanting to put any unnecessary force or trauma on my right calf, I settled into a steady pace fairly soon and was quite content to just plod along.

I refrained from running that extra little bit further or increasing my pace too much, I needed to ensure my leg was ok, after all I had the 155K barrier to break through this week, and I wouldn’t be able to do that with a knackered calf muscle, or any other injury come to think of it.

Happily I managed to complete 5K in about 27 minutes, injury free!

This is the link to the run.

Sunday 18th March 2012 – a wet t-shirt.

Mothering Sunday

After yesterday’s run. The feeling tired. The aching legs. I knew I had to get out and do a quick run today.

I had to get out and re ignite myself. Get my arse into gear and pick myself up. But family first. It’s Mothers Day.

I got up with the boy and we had breakfast and played while Wifey had a lay in.

We’d planned to go and visit my mum for lunch, then back to get bits done and have dinner. I would go for a run before dinner. There’s no way I can run on a roast!

A target of 5 miles

The clouds had threatened rain for a little while, and I thought I would be able to get out before the heavens opened and I got drenched.

How wrong was I?

It started spitting after half a mile, then full on raining by the time the lady app had announced my 1st mile. Thankfully it wasn’t torrential, but it was hard enough and heavy enough to cause my running top to stick to me and become a little uncomfortable.

I really wanted to do 5 miles. I almost managed it, cranked up a 4.84m run. I was a little disappointed with this, but after the 14 miles yesterday it was probably wise not to push myself too far.

You can see the run here.

Sunday 12th February 2012

My legs are hurting.

“I think I may have pushed myself too far yesterday!”

That was my initial thought when I woke up and felt the dull ache in my legs. But did I actually push myself too far? Could I of pushed harder? Probably.

I think I should of gone farther. The fact that my legs ached means they got a good workout yesterday and are not used to that distance, it doesn’t mean I couldn’t of run any longer.

Rest or run?

My legs said rest, my head said run, head wins every time (not always a good thing).

I wanted to get out and clock a few extra miles up this weekend, I needed to get my body used to longer distances.

I’d still be having 2 rest days per week as I always do, that’s plenty right?

Come on legs, keep up

After chilling out and getting a few bits done in the morning, I headed out around mid afternoon.
I wanted to do at least 5k, hopefully more.

To be honest it wasn’t the best start. I’d spent a few minutes longer warming up and stretching seeing as my legs we still aching. I couldn’t find the pace. My stride was all out.

I was concerned about injuring myself, so perhaps I was a little tentative. Concentrating on being careful was preventing me from focussing on just bloody running.

I got the first mile out of the way painlessly, eased into the second mile, all ok there. My legs we easing up, the blood was pumping and I was off. Got to a junction where I normally throw a right to head into the home straight, decided to chuck a left and head up to the main roundabout, I ran all the way around the roundabout and headed back onto the 2 mile home straight.


I managed to crack out a respectable 5.06 miles, the legs held out. I was very happy and relieved.

Don’t know what I was worried about in the first place!!

You can see the route and times here.

Sunday 22nd January 2012

Take it easy

Well, after yesterday’s nigh on bionic performance, I definitely wanted to just¬†take it easy today. Nothing too strenuous.

Head out for a simple 5K run, and then home again to chill out, it is Sunday after all.

Lazy late afternoon pace

Sunday is normally chores day. Tidy up, clean the chickens out, sort the rubbish / recyling out blah blah blah.

Sometimes we head out and feed the ducks with the boys, there’s a lovely little pond type lake thing in Dunmow, where you can had feed the massive carp, and there are blumming hundreds of them, although not at the moment as it’s 5 degrees and they are all asleep.

So most of the day was taken up doing bits and pieces, but I wanted to get out for a run. Sunday runs are nice, I try to take them at a Sunday pace, much like Sunday drivers in their Nissan Micras…annoying ha ha ha.

Wifey is a genius

Remember I said about the earphone lead issue, where it kept riding up my back under my top, and flapping over my shoulder? I mentioned this to Wifey, and said how annoying it was, and it distracted me etc. And do you know what she said?

“Why don’t you tape the lead to the inside of your top?”

Easy when you know how isn’t it? That’s reason 457 for marrying her!

Problem now solved.

And lo it was simple

To be honest, there was nothing much to say about the run, it was pretty much dark by the time I went out, which isn’t a problem.

I felt good, my legs felt ok, I didn’t ache just yet. Glad to be keeping my 5K’s under the half hour mark with a 9 minute ish pace.

You can see my run here!

I will settle for an evening run

An evening run

As you will see from my earlier blog post today, I didn’t manage to get a run in this morning, this grated me a little.

But after a hard day at work, and a few meetings in London, I managed to get home, throw my kit on and head out into the dark, cold, wet and windy evening.

How was it?

It was really good actually, I thought after quite a draining day in meetings I wouldn’t be in the mood, but finished the 5K in quite a good time.

You can see it here.

There was one thing I didn’t like about it, and that’s trying to dodge puddles in the dark..I do struggle with that, and as you can guess, managed not to dodge that many, running in wet trainers…well that’s another blog altogether!

Obviously I still prefer a morning run, the crisper air, the peace and quiet.