For mash get smash

Nothing quite beats the never been near a potato taste of mash from a powder - mmh mmm, yummy.

After a month break from the track due to Christmas and the snow I met up with Rick and Sean for some laps. Sean ran kilometre reps while I managed 800's. Sean looked smooth while I struggled. My old pegs haven't moved quickly for that entire month away from the track - and it showed.

I have a feeling I've some hard work ahead of me in the coming months...

Recycled

in front of the telly, watching Starship Troopers 2 as I pedaled - what a bag of pants - the film, not the bike.

My legs still feel hung over from Sunday but I worked hard on the bike. Didn't get myself up for a run, which I regret a little bit but the hours bike worked the old pegs.

I'm hoping to get to the track tomorrow for the first time since two weeks before Christmas - whow, that's ages ago - I hope I can find it! And fingers crossed that if it isn't a dry evening it's just normal rain and not the other, 'colder' type of rain. I think we can all agree we've had enough of that damn stuff.

Lies, Damn Lies - and Statistics

The results of yesterday's race are in - and I do believe that's my best result of the year so far. Hang on, that's my only result of the year so far - doh. Technically it still is my best though. What I really mean is my best result for frickin' ages.

I've been doing some stats - as you do - using the 'compare your time to the average of the top five as a percentage' method. And it goes like this;

My Blorenge was poor at under 80% - and no, I'm not going to give out quite how much below, suffice to say it was above 70% but that's as far as I'll go. Then the Cardington Cracker, where I had a good run, weighed in at 82.3%. I had a good race there, improving by a lot on my previous run there, but the percentage ain't great. Mind you, looking back at last years South Wales Hill Series I didn't get much more than 80% so that puts Cardington in a better light. And then there's yesterday's Riverbank Rollick and a whopping 87.9% - now that's the closest I've been to the magic 90% for flippin' ages. My legs ache and the soles of my feet are sore but for 87.9% I'll put up with the pain. It was a pretty good field too, looking at the times from those at the front so I think the percentage stands up to scrutiny - not like the MPs expenses - ssssh, I'm not going there - I'm in a good mood.

Well, I didn't manage a lunchtime run but who cares, with 87.9%, frankly my dear, I don't give a damn...

Riverbank Rollick Route

And here is the route:

Rollicking

My first run as a Chepstow Harrier is complete - but I looked more like the club tent than a runner. My borrowed vest was a little on the large size.

Thornbury's Rickerbank Rollick was good clean fun - well, actually, no it wasn't, it was muddy as anything you'll encounter - although they did make us run through 20metres of stream just before the finish to clean off - how thoughtful of them. The course was pretty flat - about 400 feet of climb in total, but it was bloody knackering. Slogging through copious amounts of mud, followed by knee deep water, and then more mud was damn hard work.

From the start I headed out as quickly as I dared. I overtook a few people and got overtaken in equal numbers until the stretch along the side of the River Severn. From there things settled. I stopped gaining places while continuing to lose a few. The last couple of miles was a time to hang on in there - and I was hanging, I can tell you. I paid for the faster start but I got to the finish - eventually. Overall I think I placed better by getting out there at the start but can you ever really tell?

Well I don't know my finish position but I reckon I was was top 50 - and hopefully more like top 30 but I think that's ambitious as I'm pretty sure there were far more than that ahead of me. Still the results will shine out the truth like a beacon.

So there it is, I've swapped the white background for a blue one - kept the red band mind, can't go changing too much all in one go, now, can I?- and I'm raring to go run in the year ahead...

Oh, and before I forget, well done to Thornbury Running Club and all the marshals who put on the race, without whom we wouldn't be able to do it.

Been a bit quiet

I've been a bit lethargic this week. In fact, training has been pants.

The bearings on the bike are finally shot - bad design coupled with high use has led to catastrophic failure. I have the Reebok spares list but fortunately they list the bearing types so I shall source them elsewhere to save a few quid. I have requested the prices from Reebok but I know they'll be a mighty price compared to your common all garden 6003-2Z SKF and 6903-2Z SKF bearings. I can get all four required bearings off www.bearing-king.co.uk for under twenty quid - and I've gone for higher spec versions - don't think the prices from Reebok will come in under that.

Any rate. I missed the Garth today on account of it being a one hundred and ten mile round trip for a couple of miles racing - of course the fact that it pissed down with rain for the majority of the day had absolutely nothing to do with it what so ever.

I am definitely running the Riverbank Rollick tomorrow though - for one thing it's only a 70 mile round trip for 8.7 miles of racing so that's much more worth it.

On the geek front, I've finally managed to cobble together the necessary software and techniques to be able to map out all the local footpaths (from the 25,000:1 map) and download them as a vector map image to my eTrex GPS. Finally I shall be able to start trying out some new routes. Before I'm finished I'll know the Longhope area like the back of my hand...

In the bike mid-winter

The snow ripped it down again overnight - 5 inches worth. Fortunately the air temperature - and the ground temperature - is up on last week and where you clear from the ground it stays clear.

I took a flexi day from work, not wanting to risk travelling in such treacherous conditions. Lethargy still surrounds me though, but I have mustered for a session on the bike at high effort so it's not all doom and gloom. I really fancy a run in the snow but just can't get my arse in gear.

Still, I've news of the Riverbank Rollick on Sunday, which Chepstow Harriers have nominated as one of their championship races. I'm going to run so it'll be my first run out in the blue and red strip. That quite excites me. And of course, there is the double Garth Fell Race on Saturday - that's two short uphill races with the combined time from both to decide the winner. So this weekend is destined to be a double header - the first of 2010...

Don't feel like it

I must admit to being a bit grumpy tonight.

My T-Mobile phone is of no use at the moment. The 2G signal has been unavailable since New Year's Eve and I've never been able to get 3G here. All very annoying. They say they are working on it but that ain't getting it fixed is it? Words is just words. I want actions. I don't want to be carrying around an expensive brick. My guess is that they don't have many customers off the transmitter and they can't be arsed to fix it. I'm giving them another week as I'm feeling kind - and because other than this blip, I've been happy with things. But if it ain't working by the end of next week then Mr Direct Debit is going to mysteriously become absent without leave - I ain't paying good money for no service - they can go whistle until it's fixed.

On top of that the bike is playing up - and this time there's no permanent fix. It's a Reebok bike and cost good money but by design it is poor. The main bearing on the fly wheel is sideloaded from the drive belt. It's not balanced so there is quite a twist force - too much in fact and the bearing is on the way out. I've given it a clean and some lubrication but almost no way to reduce the twisting force so it's only going to get worse until the day it seizes up completely - and I don't think that day is far off.

Next up my re-chargeable workman's lamp started to flicker. A shake here, a shake there got it going but it didn't last long. Then it worked no more. So I stripped it apart - it's all plastic these days and not built to be de-constructed once it's been put together. Suffice to say it isn't quite so waterproof any more. But after a bit of soldering it does at least work - even during the vigorous shake test.

Anyway, all of which means I'm off to put my feet up and laze on the couch. I just don't feel like it tonight...

Going over the same old stuff

Out again. In the Snow. To May Hill and beyond...

This time I was joined by Helen and Brown Dog. With slightly weary legs I struggled. We ran basically the same route as I solo'ed yesterday but with a few different variations - the riddle-me-re variations this time. It made the run half a mile shorter with a couple hundred feet less ascent but still over 2,000 and just over ten and a half miles.

The snow made for good running today. It didn't seem as slippy - but then again I wore my fell studs today and got better traction on the uphill sections. It was also much colder today. Yesterday's blue sky was replaced by cloud. On May Hill it was almost a white out with the visibility down to under a hundred feet.

Eventually we made it home and I ain't doin' nout else for the rest of the day. It's feet up time...

Snow shoes

Well I didn't have any but I sure as heck needed a pair - it was snow-rific out there but I think I've seen enough of it now. Having spent the week away from home on the grounds of making sure I could get to work I really don't want to spend another week in a similar fashion. Please let Michael Fish get it wrong - again - and the forecast of more snow on Sunday be total bobbins. Fingers crossed.

Anyway I managed just over eleven miles with 2,500 feet of ascent but it was slooooooow going. It wasn't too bad along the flat - although I was slipping around a little. The descent was fine. In fact, it was bloody good fun. Piling down into the unknown. Would your foot strike something solid? Or would it be deeper than expected causing a stumble - I kept my feet.

If the coming down was fun the going up certainly wasn't. I ran the Longhope Three Peaks with the enigma variations to mix it up a little. That meant there was a fair bit of up. Going up was just non-stop slip after slip after slip - I should add that it wasn't the kind of slip on your arse slip, more the two feet forward one foot back type. Although only eleven miles it felt like fifteen by the time I arrived home.

Well I'm off to rest up now because I'm knackered. Oh yeah, and here are some photos and the route.

Heading through Flaxley Wood

Almost to the top of May Hill

Once, twice, three times a run

The snow pretty much forced it on me - at gun point (except there was no gun involved). I decided that I should rest the car in light of the snowy conditions and use my own two feet instead. The roads didn't actually look too bad. The gritters had obviously been out early - or late the night before - and done their job. It was a pretty relaxing run though - apart from the discomfort of my rucksack which, unlike my Mizuno one, wasn't designed for running.

I'd promised a run with Martin at lunch so run number two came at high noon. We even persuaded Clive T to come out to play. There was no up and over Dundry though. We stuck to a flatish route. It went well apart from some yobs who decided it was funny to throw snow balls at us. I caught a soft one on the back and another, thrown with more venom, to the side of the head. The little F#$&wits - lock 'em all up and through away the god-damn key.

Finally home-time and run number three - the voyage home. The pavement was still runnable and it was another pleasant run. Pleasant that is until more yobs, this time driving a car - a scary prospect because they clearly had the IQs of retarded, malformed baboons - swerved towards the side of the road, clearly on purpose, to flick up the slush at me. Now I didn't lower myself to their level or rise to the bait. I ignored them to lessen their enjoyment. I just kept running. Thicko's like that don't know any better - thick is, as thick does.

I was more than a little pissed off, soaked and it was freezing on me. Luckily I only had another few minutes left to run. Oh well, maybe, just maybe they'll try something like that again, lose it and total their cheap, all they can afford, old banger - damn, I've just lowered myself to their level - f#$& it.

Despite the bad, the good won out and it's been a solid days running.

Ooh, aah, just a little bit

After a nothing day yesterday I managed a poor hour on the bike. Poor because I really wanted to get out for a run but I just didn't have the heart. I almost didn't bike it either. I have great lethargy about me. Last week's training was topper but this week? Well I'm just not sure it's going to happen...

If the snow comes as foretold in the prophecy [read, the BBC's weather website] then I will be office bound and available for a lunchtime run. I'm no fan of the snow but if it comes I must take advantage and go for a run - even if it's a bit of a slippy one...

Longhope 3 peaks

Out and about for another run, the Longhope 3 Peaks - which actually takes in five hills but we only count three and I managed to run them all. I was, however, not quite so strong as the other day - Helen was pulling ahead - or had she improved? Whatever.

During the run my legs felt tired - even after a days rest. That didn't please me but the 10 miles and 2,000 feet of ascent gave me a slightly warmer glow. I'd like to think I'll be hopping on the bike later but the chances of that are slim - and should I rest up anyway, on account of the legs feeling tired?

Regardless of whether the bike session happens I'm still pleased with the amount of training I'm hitting right now. I expect it to dip at some point but, at least for now, I can be satisfied. It's a new year, out with the old in with the new. Time for a fresh start. A new decade of running. To that end I've now joined Chepstow Harriers. I'm a bit sad at leaving Bristol & West but I won't sever my ties there. The time feels right...

Today's run,

A running start to the new year

but only just! We pootled through Flaxley Wood and no more. No Hang Over 10k. No Gloucester 5 Miler either. Just an easy 11k with 1,000 feet of ascent. It was a lovely day for it though - stop it. Crisp, frozen earth and bright sunshine glistening through the tree tops.

After the run we headed into Gloucester to meet up with Sian and Phil for lunch in the Pilot Inn and to catch the race result. Phil ran, Sian did not on account of coming back from injury and, in fact, Phil won it - nice work. His prize? Choccy biscuits - nicer - but I'm not sure that's the best of winnings for a lean, mean running machine such that he is.

Well that's it for today 'cept maybe I'll hope aboard the bike later for a top up - you know it makes sense.