Friday 20 February 2015

HM Week 7 - Multitasking

I'm three weeks out from the Cambridge Half and I think everything has just clicked. For the first time in this training cycle I'm as happy as I can be with where I am and have adjusted my goals accordingly.
Last week just followed the script perfectly, I got what I needed to out of the week.

The Run #1

This was a deferred long run from the Sunday just passed. A couple of extra days off had allowed my persistent cold to clear up again & not needing to get into London until 12 gave me some admin time at home and the opportunity to get out for a long run without time pressures. At half six I left the house with my headtorch on and took to the streets towards Bishop's Stortford. Even with some light the run alongside quite a busy B road in the dark was a bit hairy. At least this is the one pavement the local authorities have bothered to tidy up so I wasn't having to play with the traffic.
After crossing the A120 I took on the Parsonage Lane estate, my old home territory. A slow climb all the way up to the senior school, followed by a downhill along Dunmow Road, through the Hockerill lights and into the town.
I was soon on Rye Street, trying to keep my pace even on the relatively flat section before heading back into Stansted. My total distance was still a bit short so I threw in some diversions on the route home, clocking 15km. Once home I was straight onto the foam roller, easing out the quads, happy with the slow, but steady work.

The Run #2

Later in the working week I broke up the day with a lunchtime jaunt to Battersea Park. Once more I used the run to go easy and increase the pace where it felt right. Getting out over halfway through a work day breaks up the routine nicely. Bizarrely the short section in Battersea Park can be the worst part of the run, all depends on how many dog walkers are determined to herd ever increasing groups of unleashed dogs through the park. Traffic fumes, cyclists, vehicles lacking in indicators, walkers without a sense of direction I can generally cope with, groups of dogs raises the heartbeat though.
The run itself passed without consequence. This time I didn't push too much, just used the occasion to join the hordes of lunchtime runners escape the office.

The Run #3

After a stint of volunteering at Great Notley parkrun on Saturday it was time to fit a long run into Sunday. Our core team were due to meet at the forest for 1000 & I'd further condensed my timeline by offering a lift, so I'd need to be out of the door by 0925. Regular readers know I'm no fan of afternoon or evening running, this meant trying to get my 18km long run in before heading to the forest.
I counted back from 0925. Say 30 minutes to get showered takes me to 0855, allow two hours for running gets to 0655, the mandatory half an hour of pre run faffing takes the alarm setting to 0625. Knowing the penchant for procrastination I opted for a reluctant 0600 Sunday morning alarm. Technically a lie in, but I don't think 25 minutes is cause for much celebration.
I actually hauled myself out the door just after half six, head torch attached for the first half hour or so waiting for daylight. My route had a definite 16km and the need to add a bit of free styling upon my return to Stansted. I headed north, through Quendon and towards Newport before turning back to Elsenham. The section from the B road into Elsenham always surprises with its length, seems to take as absolute age!
After a slow first click, my pace settled into a nice easy rhythm, just over the 6:00/km mark. The goal once more was distance rather than pace, this week had been a light bulb one for me. I had realised that (yes it took a while) that the PB wouldn't be threatened at Cambridge despite that being the original intention. My job for Cambridge is to finish, maybe at best sneak a sub two hour, but generally run without pressure. It will serve as a long training run for the following weekend's Larmer Tree half, surely the toughest event I'll have taken part in. They'll be no point flogging myself around Cambridge for something that isn't achievable only to compromise the race the next week. This year is all about the marathon effort & for that slow & steady leads the way.
A stunning day down the Forest later on Sunday
I had to complete a couple of laps of the railway station car park in Elsenham, waiting on the barriers to be raised (didn't fancy the multiple flights of stairs) & then once back in Stansted I felt fresh enough to run up Chapel Hill & take myself towards Bentfield Green before heading home. The 18th kilometre was the fastest by 40 seconds on the average & included a recovery post hill climb. To finish strongly felt great & I got into the house & straight onto the foam roller to start recovery.
Such a pretty face post run!


The Eat

The past week was a feast of some sorts, seemed to consume some rather good food throughout the week. I started with a visit to Wimpy on Monday evening whilst away with work. Regular readers will know how much I love the consistency to mediocrity that Wimpy strive for, nothing like a throw back to a bygone age. Of course combining with a large shake meant that I was regretting the meal within an hour, but sometimes the feast is worth the torture!

On Wednesday evening I finally paid a visit to Sticks N Sushi in Covent Garden. I'd been trying to line up a meal there for a while & plans have not quite come off. So with Burak & I needing to do some planning for our Tokyo trip, it seemed like an ideal choice. The concept is simple. Sticks - yakitori style cooked sticks of food & sushi - standard sushi plus some more extravagant options. The food was sublime. We started with a sashimi platter, then dived into a plethora of sticks & some sushi rolls. Scallops on a stick, beef & crunchy garlic on a stick, asparagus wrapped in bacon & emmental cheese wrapped in bacon, all kinds of awesomeness. You could easily go crazy in a place like this & just keep ordering, we almost did but chose instead to opt for desert.

Sashimi

I had a espresso cup filled with a white chocolate & licorice mousse, topped with a raspberry froth. This was just about perfect, the tartness of the raspberry matched the mousse perfectly & the licorice was a very subtle undertone. This was indeed a treat of a meal & one that will be repeated when pocket money allows. The menu presents an ideal introduction to those on the sushi fence. Just try a bit, if it isn't to your liking there are plenty of other good quality options.

Sticks

Throughout the week I was supplementing my intake with limited addition Toffee Kitkats, as noted already Nestle, happy for you to send me a box or five so that I can carry out some quality assurance!

Offering my services to Nestle for taste testing....

When the weekend arrived I decided to try something else from my encyclopaedia style Mexico cookbook. I opted for pork ribs, cooked in a mango, tequila & chilli salsa. I served this up with a huge dish of mac & cheese. The ribs were excellent. I was really happy with the fruity sauce, had a nice flavour to it & then packed a bit of a chilli punch towards the end. The mac & cheese served a second purpose as I used some on Sunday evening to create my own take on the mac & cheese sandwich I'd tried from Grill my Cheese. In fact, nearly a week later we still have leftovers, might have to give that another attempt tonight :)
My attempt at Grilling my cheese...

Oh Tequila, it makes me happy....


Despite all of this gluttony, I actually had a decent week of eating & the weight has dropped back down a bit, here's hoping that's a corner turned.

Forgot about this cheeky donut on Sunday afternoon.....

The Conclusion

A week of running I was really happy with. After the disappointment of waking up with a cold last Sunday, I was able to get two long runs in & feel very comfortable throughout both. The strong finish on Sunday tells me that I can turn it up a little bit for the Cambridge Half, which is natural under race conditions. For a training cycle that has been quite stop start, I feel in decent form over distance. Paying little attention to pace has definitely worked on this occasion.

Thursday 12 February 2015

HM6 - Bored of the lurg

It is fair to say that preparations for the Cambridge Half have been my worst pre event since the Reggae Half back in 2012. At least then I had a genuine injury to recover from! The weekend has just ended, not with a long run, but with me reaching for the Lemsip once more. Quite frankly, I'm bored of being ill now. Sunday morning I woke up to a very scratchy throat, cough & a bunged up nose, a relapse into the heavy cold I'd had & not successfully shaken off. There was no point in heading out for a spluttering, poor quality long run. Even the weather was mocking me, beautiful sunshine, perfect running conditions. Hopefully I can fix this in a couple of days & be back out on the road shortly.

The Run #1 & #2 - Mooching around Battersea

I hadn't managed to get out for a run until Wednesday lunchtime. There was simply too much ice & snow around at home, bored of not running I chucked all of my kit into my work bag & dragged myself into London an hour earlier than planned so that I could run. My lunchtime runs (as you'll notice) don't take on much inspiration, I like to keep to a rhythm so avoid crossing roads where possible. Therefore on both Wednesday & Friday (when I repeated the trick), I left Westminster & headed to Battersea Park. I also lacked ambition & just skirted the top of the park rather than complete a full lap, I didn't need a lunchtime 10k.
Pace on both runs was intended to be easy. Despite this I found myself getting progressively quicker on my Wednesday effort, with so little tempo training achieved so far in 2015 I didn't fight it & was eager to see how comfortable I'd be going through the gears. A run is good for both body & mind, I found myself pleasantly surprised with being able to hold, maintain & improve pace.

The Run #3 - Gladstone parkrun

All the best plans are written in pencil they say. We'd had a day in London planned for weeks, so I'd looked at the parkrun map (surely regular readers won't be surprised at this) & found Wanstead Flats was close to our usual entry point for London, Redbridge station. I was even due to meet Simon from Hatfield Forest NT there, though we'd not be running together unless he wanted a new personal worst.
Our morning changed in pursuit of a second car. We've been in need of one for a while & after viewing some uninspiring choices I'd found what looked to be a pristine Alfa next to Wembley Stadium. Other viewers were lined up for Saturday, so could we get there early, they opened at half nine after all.....
Another viewing on the parkrun map (predictable I know) suggested that we could indeed get there early & I could still get a bit of parkrun tourism done en route. Gladstone parkrun has views of Wembley (I was told by the RD, wasn't able to take it in myself) so was the perfect solution.
It was, to quote the weatherman "chuffing cold" on Saturday morning, something that didn't seem to register as the group of runners waited, shuffling from side to side keeping warming waiting for the event to start. Events starting on time has been debated recently & I'm always a fan on starting to time where possible. I can understand the view point of it being a free event & relaxed, but if folks have plans (such as viewing an Alfa) to keep, delays aren't appreciated. All was forgiven when the RD started his briefing, he did so with charm & humour, getting everyone ready to run with a bit of audience participation. I certainly picked up some tips, which as someone on the road to Event Directorship is always good.
My change in course required some research beforehand, so I asked the UK parkrun tourist community what I should expect from Gladstone. I was happy to see the suggestion of road trainers, no need for trail, a welcome respite. I didn't read too much into the "a bit of up & down" comment, surely there was nothing to fear?
The run is a simple two lapper with a slight tail at either end. Turns out there is enough up & down to be a bit of a punisher, I'm sure my GPS is lying when suggesting only 44m elevation gain overall! I know realistically that a PB isn't going to happen, but felt I should still try to run on the limit & see what happened, could be messy, could be triumphant.
I'm not overly sure I'm getting much enjoyment from running at the moment, maybe enjoyment is the wrong word. The experience is still one I like, but my current lack of performance is frustrating & I find every run like this to be a grind. I don't expect to just enjoy the hills that were present around Gladstone, but when on form I can at least attack them, now I just feel like I'm surviving them. Now with Cambridge in mind that won't be an issue, the course is pancake flat. The week after sees a trip down to the Larmer Half & some truly tough hillwork. A visit to the dentist is more appealing at present!
Knowing my current limitations makes me a bit less precious about finishing times. I'd noticed a guy running back to pick up a wandering barcode, realised I could grab it for him & make his life easier. I also tried to chat to a fellow 50 shirt runner, he didn't appear overly keen to converse, perhaps it was a PB week for him & he was straining every sinew to get to the line. I couldn't even persuade a sprint finish from myself. Just didn't feel the need, it wouldn't have made a significant change to my finish time, a steady 26:23.
The grumpy runner returns
It was only afterwards when chatting to the Run Director that he made me aware of the views of Wembley, my grumpy self absorbed slog had missed all of this. Really what is the point of parkrun tourism if I pay no attention to anything?!? On my visit to Brentwood later in the month I'll make sure I actually raise my head a bit & take in the surroundings.

The Run #4 - DNS

Sunday morning brought a familiar sensation, scratchy throat, bunged up nose & a persistent cough. The lurgy that had consumed me since mid January was once again back. No point in trying to get that 18km run in, best to put the kettle on instead & try to flush the illness out. I'm bored of being ill now, though also relieved that it is interrupting the half training & that the spring isn't dedicated to London Marathon training. My expectations for Cambridge are now very low, great round & get home is the aim, my 15th half marathon will not be for the glory.
I spent Sunday engrossed in parkrun paperwork instead. I'd also picked up a 2000 piece loom band kit, once all of the contents had been disposed of it was time to fashion it into a finish token sorting box.
A fine bodge...

The Eat

We found some decent Dim Sum at the Drunken Monkey in London after a round of crazy golf at the Swingers pop up. Good food, though the service wasn't amazing, appears to be an issue when establishments build in a service charge. The pork buns were excellent as you'd expect though. I also impressed myself with my own ingenuity earlier in the week. Cooking up a hand prepared chicken schnitzel & forming it burger style with cheeses, avocado & cooked Serrano ham. Definitely made running around London at lunchtime worth while!
I did also discover the Toffee Kitkat. Feeling I can't comment on just how darn good it is until I've tried a decent sample size of maybe 50 or 100. Of course Nestle are welcome to send some to me to accelerate my testing.

4 fingers of kitkat = approx 2km of running.....

The Conclusion

I bought the Alfa.

Hmmmmmm Alfa.

Sunday 8 February 2015

HM Week 5 - The tourist returns

The last update included some optimism, I'd got back on track with my training program & was starting to add some distance in hope of recovering form for the Cambridge Half. It also mentioned that I'd started to be struck down by the winter lurg.

Hopefully this explains where the update for Week 4 of the training plan went! After the long run on January 18th, it wasn't until Saturday morning of the 31st that I laced up once more, more in hope than expectation that I'd beaten away the winter cold. In truth I'm now midway through week 6 & still having to dose up as the lingering aftermath of the manflu keeps trying to pull me back under its shroud.
Week 4 was indeed a complete bust. I spent the rest of the day after the long Sunday run feeling sorry for myself & the entire week was filled with Lemsip & a whole line up of treatments taken before bed. My throat was bad enough on Saturday that I needed to use the megaphone whilst on Run Director duties at Great Notley parkrun. So the total mileage for week 4 was a nice big fat zero.
The start of week 5 wasn't much better. I was still opting for Lucozade / Berocca / Lemsip chasers when arriving at the office, though by the end of the week I was at least weaning off of the Sudafed inhaler & plethora of Robitussin solutions we appear to have stocked in the house. Saturday was a chance to get out & run again. In truth I had started to feel better towards the end of the week, but I didn't want a relapse to scupper my parkrun plans.
The fortnight of Run Directoring at Great Notley was a great experience. Not only did we get to spend time together as a core team, we managed to learn more about each of the roles & by getting to direct I was able to establish a greater understanding of what is needed to make an event successful. Great Notley have been superb in helping us establish & providing both assistance & advice. Though it won't be possible to ever return the favour, should future events want our help, I've been set an example in how to assist.

Run #1 - Harlow parkrun

After three straight weeks of race & run directing I'd earmarked the next few weeks for a bit of parkrun tourism, interlaced with a bit of volunteering at Great Notley. Suggest tourist destinations of Harlow, Wanstead, Brentwood & Pendle to your average person & they'd presume you're a bit crazy. Thankfully rather than being crazy, I'm merely a parkrun tourist!
 It had been over three months since I'd ventured out for some parkrun tourism, an unheard of break between new courses. During that time two further local events had started. I'd already volunteered at Harlow parkrun as a photographer in their second week, but had scheduled myself a visit in January or February. Brentwood had also appeared on the parkrun map after a long journey to initialisation & I'd been liaising with their ED, Leigh in order to make a visit & catch up with them to understand what their experience had been like. With that visit pencilled in for later in February, I decided to make the short drive to Harlow.
The event is nearly three months old & already a local community is starting to establish itself. Event Director Vicky was actually up at the Cambridge 5th birthday celebrations & this was the first week where she wouldn't be present. I could sense a nervousness like a mother dropping their child at school for the first day from Vicky when we'd chatted during the week. In truth she had nothing to fear, all of the team at Harlow know precisely what they're doing, you'd not be able to tell the event is still in it's infancy.
I'd visited previously for Event #2, Harlow being the first event that I'd volunteered at before running the course. On my previous visit I was aware that the funky configuration of two full laps and then a mini lap led to some confusion at the bridge, as long as I was still coherent enough to count to three I felt safe in the knowledge that I should be ok. Seeing the course map it was hard to visualise, I only knew of the grassy hill towards the end of the lap as that's where I'd been on photographer duty. Explaining the course as a multi lap out and back with a switchback and a smaller third lap on multi terrain almost feels like the rules to Go Johnny Go Go Go Go from the League of Gentlemen! In truth it was far simpler, especially from the middle of the pack.
Onto the run itself and it would be fair to say I had no illusions of grandeur. Taking time off at the end of 2014, combined with two weeks of illness had reduced my expectations to merely finishing, sub 30 would be nice. Of course pride plays a part in proceedings and I was determined to at least push myself, despite the lack of training this wouldn't be an easy paced plod. The multi lap configuration gave the option to thank the marshals on multiple occasions, also for high five opportunities as Robin one of the core team had donned foam fingers to direct traffic.
Such a happy face :)

The course was intriguing. Enough tarmac to give the impression of being fast, but looks can be deceptive. Harlow have managed to provide a challenging course, three 180 turns, a nice downhill stretch in both big laps, but an uphill uncompacted grassy climb. Every lap starts with a short uphill as well. The hill wasn't too bad, but the surface meant that you'd want at least trail shoes, though the rest of the course wouldn't suit mudclaws unless you ran alongside the paths. The truly enjoyable downhill comes as you cross the bridge a third time & get to turn right for a short burst to the finish. Despite my fellow core team member Paul urging me to sprint finish, there were no such shenanigans on this occasion. I just wanted to stop, get my token & try to get away from people before I started coughing my lungs up.

The Eat

The reward for the run was to call into Tezzos, get a nice small loaf of tiger bread & make myself some Welsh Rarebit. My last effort wasn't great, this time the consistency was a lot better & the taste was close to spot on. A nice belly of pork was shared in the evening, proper winter food!
Hmmmm, Welsh Rarebit
The Conclusion

On paper, a 27:11 is frankly awful. But my current form & lack of miles leave me with a time that I'll take, with every intention of smashing it to pieces on my next visit to Harlow.

The Run #2

Sunday morning gave an opportunity to get out for a nice long run. Ten miles would be the order of the day. The temperature had finally risen slightly, so I headed out towards Farnham with the intention of dropping back into Stortford before heading northbound home. This would mean plenty of hills & negotiating the ford en route to Farnham. Part of the course was included in the Stansted 10k, but the last time I ran through the ford was in 2013, when I ended up calling the wife to get picked up from the side of the road, this would be a chance to take that monkey off of my back.
In retrospect, the choice of route wasn't the wisest. The thaw had meant a lack of ice on the paths, but also resulted in runoff all the way down into the Ford, it was impassable on foot. I found myself trying to walk alongside it & then had to u-turn & run around the adjacent field instead. The uphill climb from the ford was therefore on heavy legs from the muddy field & it took a while for them to recover.
Thanfully there were no further pitfalls on the road into Stortford & I added further kilometres around the town centre and up onto the Stansted Road. Crossing the A120 I realised that I should have added further distance whilst in Stortford, I wasn't going to pick up the required mileage by running back directly. Instead I diverted towards Birchanger & up Tot Hill to punish the legs some more, then lapped Forest Hall Park to top up the totaliser.
I was soon home & onto the foam roller, happy to have got out for a long run. The pace was pretty horrendous, 1:40 for 10 miles, but I've already realised that Cambridge will not be a PB for me.
Have a happy relationship with my foam roller