Visiting the old man

It's up to the Lake District for the weekends Coniston race, the second of the English Fell Championships. I don't know the route. Never been over any part of the course. I'll take my chances and rely on the force. All discussion seems to surround the best way off the old man - ooh er. Me? I know nothing. Will do doubt pick the worst possible descent and end up getting over taken by any part of the field that is still behind me at that point. There was talk of veering right, seeing a post then another post and then left a bit, right a bit, oh I don't flippin' know. Let luck be my guide...

Not the greatest

The sunshine heralded in the start of the new Bridge Inn 5k Series - but sadly not the start of some fast running by me. I registered, got my number and went off for a little warm up. My legs weren't feeling sharp. Although not achy, I'm sure Sunday's long effort - which half killed me - had some lingering affect on my legs. Anyway, they didn't seem to want to go quickly.

I set off steady - 3:50 for the first k. Then slowed slightly with 3:56 for the next two k's. I was working hard picking off the people ahead. Kilometre four was my slowest of the race and frustratingly outside four minutes in 4:03, but even overtaking people as I was that was upsetting. I rallied for the final kilometre to record 3:57 and a finish time of 19:42. Disappointing, I'll agree, but at least it was inside twenty - and believe me I feared I couldn't even achieve that after the warm up.

Breaking Brecons

Pat W is running the South Wales Traverse in a few weeks and Helen and I tagged along on his recce for a long run. We ran the section of the route from the Storey Arms to somewhere past Talybont.

I have to put my hands up right at the outset and admit I had to cut things short and take a shortened route back to the car - I could nay take it captain, the dilithium crystals were overloading - read the legs were a little bit knackered. In all I covered 17 miles with 4,500 feet of ascent while Helen and Pat hit 20 miles and somewhere near 5,000+ feet.

It was a shitty day for a recce. The cloud was down, drizzling and wearing glasses meant visibility was rubbish. The sun did finally make an appearance in the last hour of the four and a half hour ordeal. Shouldn't grumble though. All in all it was an enjoyable day and certainly good training for the LAMM. I've run 26 miles and 6,000 feet of ascent this weekend. It's good to be free of cough, colds and over little niggles at last.

Today's route;

A really nice day for it

The sun shone as me and the dog that is brown in colour headed off for a run. I'd picked myself out a new route. After running through Flaxley woods we turned south and swept downhill to the village of Flaxley. Then it was west alongside a small babbling brook before turning north and winding through ancient woodland. Finally we reached Blaisdon wood and picked up one of the normal routes back home. It was a very pleasant nine miles and 1,400 feet of ascent. As is always the case when picking out a new route there were a goodly number of pauses to check the map so the time is a bit irrelevant. Still, it's another new route option to throw into the mix.

Tomorrow we're heading to the mountains...

The route of today's run;

Back to bike-sics

Didn't manage to make the planned lunch run - had to take a very important call from the the states. No, not Mr Obama - that was last week, when I gave him some useful advice on the collapse of the financial system and the implications for the global economy. No, this was boss man GC, who's currently stuck in America due to the Icelandic Ash of dooooom - damn that low cost supermarket.

So instead of a run I managed a rather sad forty five minutes on the bike. Still, I'm feeling almost fully well again and looking forward to a couple of good weekend runs. Tomorrow it'll be something flatish and then Sunday, providing there's no catastrophe, will be a long and much needed run in the Brecons.

I'm no ringer

It was the first of Chepstow Harriers Handicap races. I knew from the outset I was onto a hiding after seeing my handicap rank. My estimate time for the hilly route of just under five miles was way too optimistic. Even at my best I reckon I would have been pushed to get inside it. In my current state I had sod all chance of getting anywhere near it.

I gave it a go and set off as strongly as I dared. Within a few hundred metres it was into the first climb and although not too long a climb I knew I was in for an agonising five miles. I dropped a couple of places as the course wound around. Up and down the tracks and trails. I caught a couple of people on the final climb before picking off another four on the mile long descent to the finish. I'm happy with that - at least next time I'll be starting higher up the field.

Made it to the track

but the track was dry. Some sort of young athlete event taking place. Doh. We retreated to the grass. Avoiding the dogs, the dog walkers, the dog poo - I sense there's a theme here - and stray golf balls, we ran some laps of the main park area. Each one gps'ed to smack on 500m. I've not been feeling totally topper this week and managed just five. Sean and Rick managed eight (although Ricks were a short measure so that he could keep up with speedy Sean).

I'm actually happy with my efforts. Still nowhere near the times I used to be able to run but at 1:40/41 per lap I was pretty pleased. Recovery for me was just over the minute. For Sean and Rick it was a tad over 90 seconds - that's the way the cookie crumbles for us slow, old bastards. You run slow. You don't get so much rest. Now, there's an incentive to run quicker (if ever I need one).

Still not feeling totally right. Got to start picking up soon though, as time is starting to run out for the LAMM. I'm gonna do it but it might just...

Feeling better

Well the weekend - and all its glorious sunshine - is almost over and I've had a mare. I did not make the race as I was still feeling under the weather. I was really looking forward to it but it would have been stupid to attempt it.

Anyway I'm feeling almost back to normal now - just in time for work - that's lucky. Time is ticking on the LAMM so I need to plan training for the week ahead...

What a pile of poo

Got myself out for a run this morning. It was terrible. Didn't feel that special last night which didn't really improve that much this morning. I don't thing I've ever walked so much during a 'run'. I can't even bring myself to report the distance or the time I was out there except to say it wasn't far and nor was it quick. The only slight silver lining was that there was 1,800 feet of ascent. Really not sure whether I should race tomorrow. I guess I'll give it a late call.

That's me finished

My legs have been achy all day. Can't believe yesterday's run could account for the stiffness - ssssh, no, stop it. I guess it must be accumulation of the hard effort last Saturday. The travel - thank heaven's we flew back before the 'Mount Vesuvius Incident' kicked off or we'd still be there - and the fast reps on Wednesday, together with that medium run last night. Did I mention there was actually 1,500 feet of ascent in it - didn't expect that.

Anyway, all I could manage was an hour on the bike tonight and I feel knackered. Need to get out for a long run tomorrow but it's going to be a challenge...

Song of the nightingale

I carried through with my threat and went for a run straight from work. I drove to Ashton Court, changed and set off - for those sharp eyed amongst you, that's not quite 'straight from work' but it's near enough.

I was out there for and hour and twenty and around 10 miles. Culminating in a run up Nightingale Alley - and I didn't stop. It was a great evening for running - although the toxic, poisonous ash from the Icelandic volcano almost did for me. Not content with losing our reckless councils cash to their banking collapse they're trying to choke us to death with the ash of doom. I survived.

Feeling tired now though. Need some rest but also need to keep piling on the miles. I don't think I can afford to taper for the Mynydd Troed fell race on Sunday. It's a Chepstow Championship race but for me it'll just have to count as another hard training session. Need to get some more miles in so Saturday's going to be another long run. No rest for the wicked - or those building for the LAMM.

Once, Twice

but not three times a runner.

I made it to the track this evening but better than that I made it out for that lunch time run as well. Both runs were a bit of a compromise and surprisingly I think I'm feeling Saturday's race. I'll admit I was a bit achy after the race but not really too bad considering the tough nature of the course. It was in my legs today though, that's for sure.

At lunch Martin and I ran our normal Dundry route but for me it was steady. Not as slow as I have been but more than a minute slower than my quickest. Still, I got out there.

This evening I decided to run run it short and sharp. I knew my legs wouldn't run the full lap at anything other than dead slow so I stepped it down to run 200's. I started off with a slow four hundred in eighty plus followed by a sixty second three hundred. The it was down to business. I wanted to see what the old pegs could do and proceeded to run four reps in 34, 33, 32 and 32s. I was pleased with that but found the last one really tough. I finished with a three hundred in 54s.

So there is life - or in this case - speed in the legs. No way I could run a full lap quickly though but at least the legs got a taste of running quick.

To put it in perspective though, Sean and Tim where hitting out laps in 56 seconds - now that is indecent - not to mention illegal in some states in America.

No more rest

It was the bike tonight. I spent a few more hours tidying the house and ran out of time for a run hence the bike. My calves feel a bit tight and hopefully the bike will have loosened things up for tomorrow's track session. I've also got a lunch run planned and providing nothing bad crops up I'll be hitting Ashton Court after work on Thursday for a medium to long run. Still feeling pleased with Saturday's run...

The route of silence

And fresh from the weekends exploits. Here is the route of Saturday's Silent Valley fell race - not to be confused with the Silent Hill race - although just as scary.