On Wednesday I ran in the Kilmaurs Gala 5k which I did last year in the run up to taking part in the great Scottish Run half marathon. Which got me thinking I should maybe write a bit about how my training is going for this year’s 13.2mile endurance test (not great) and such things and see how it goes.
However when I brought up the posts list in my WordPress app it appears I never got round to finish writing about my 5×50 challenge that I done earlier this year. In fact, checking the blog I covered half of it. 25 days. So I thought, bollocks, this will take longer than I thought and would probably be easier on the computer so now, on Sunday, here is a brief rundown of scant memories of I can remember of the other half mixed in with full reports of actual days that I did write out in draft versions of posts for that second half plus a look at my efforts at training since.
Well, the 5×50 thing I finished. Did all fifty days. Never missed one and for that I am quite proud. Didn’t particularly like doing it and don’t think I would do it again either. I felt most days I just wanted to get my five k out the way. Managed to get my time down to around 21 mins. Never cracked 20 which is disappointing but I found it really hard considering it was day in day out, and falling ill during it but not letting it stop me I feel went against my chances for a sub 20 run (of course not missing a day even though I was choked with the flu or something was impressive I thought). The second half did throw up some noteworthy moments.
I had two stand up gigs during the second half, so instead of whatever I had been listening to the day before on my mp3 player I recorded myself reading my set and listened to that so it got into my head a bit. Worked quite well actually though I do wonder why my wife married me because I have a really fucking whiny voice. I ran in a monsoon, I got close to 20 minutes, as i have mentioned, but not close enough. In fact….
Between days 34 and 39 this happened, i know this because I must have typed it up at the time.
Today was the fucking pits. Due to circumstances and downright stubborness there was only one time i could go out and that time was when it was absolutely pissing out the heavens. I managed it though. My times are a bit dodgy (it includes one 2 and a half minute kilometre which I would assume I cant do) because the rain was so heavy that my clothes were soaked through within two minutes of going out and as such i think the running apps gps might have got a wee bit fucked with the rain. I was worried that the phone would be gubbed and need a night in rice but actually it survived. the earphones might not, we will find out in the morning.
There was quite a lot of puddles on the road, and i managed to find them all, i had to ditch my specs and as i ran through the car park at Annanhill someone said “hi John” and i dont know who it was. And finally as i headed back up the Bonnyton Road, through the arch that floods i experienced for the first time being soaked by passing cars pouring water over me like a waterfall. Its actually very sore as big dollops of mucky water belt you in the face and go in your mouth. Tremendous.
When I got in from last night’s run in the pishing rain my dad phoned me about going running with him. I had mentioned I would like to go to with him to the running thing he does on a Saturday morning. I didn’t know a whole lot more about it but I did know he went on Christmas day just passed so it must be decent.
*there is a logic in there somewhere.
So I got up at 8 to be picked up at half past. Some cereal, a big drink and two rennies in me prepared for a good run. Turns out, as he tells me in the car on our way up, this is a sorta big thing called parkrun where you sign up online, get a barcode which is your racing identity. Each time you go you do your run then get your placing barcode (which is a wee Tesco clubcard type thing you get when you finish) and your personal barcode scanned and all the results are put online and your progress is tracked.
Busy day today so squeezed in a run in the morning. I decided to go the same run from Friday’s monsoon to see if it was 5k since there would be no water problems with the phone and hence no GPS problems with the app. However toward the end I forgot where I went so it became a bit of a waste of time. I maintain it must have been at least 5k as I was going like fuck cos of the weather and still ran for 25 mins. Must have been…..
I set myself a target of under 20 minutes which so far I haven’t beat. I got close (ish) once bit now it seems further away than ever. I thought Saturday at Pollok Park might have been the one, what with running past folk but it wasn’t. My last idea is to start going for longer runs so that when I drop down to 5 again it will feel like a sprint. It might work. I started this today by doing just over 7 and a half k by instead of scuttling up the embankment onto the cylce path continuing on the road that leads to the fork in the road that leaves Killie and either goes to Kilmaurs or Stewarton and cutting off through the new houses along the western road and then around the old Annanhill pitch n putt which is much missed by me who now lives up in that neck of the wood. (i fondly remember my dad trying to show off by chipping his ball over the big tree on the eighteen and fucking it up and losing the ball years and years ago).
Oh and then home.
More distance as I headed down toward the old abbitoir and back up through the town. Saw an old shoe on my travels. Didn’t warrant stopping for a photo though it was folded up for some reason. Done a little over 8k. Hope this idea works. Today I also ran without a jacket for the first time in this challenge. Its gems of details like that which makes this whole blogging thing worthwhile I think.
Not a lot of time today and have to give me father in law a loan of my motor so meet him in crosshouse and run home past my work at Moorfield. Shite run.
So that leaves 11 days. I did two runs which were under 21 minutes. One of which i had to tie my laces twice which i am certain would have pulled me under the 20 mins, but it didnt so can’t claim it. Done Parkrun in Eglinton on day 49 in the rain which is very muddy and at one corner you hit a mud puddle which sees your foot plunge in and the muck go over into your shoe, but i got my picture on their facebook site that run so suppose every cloud. Day 50 i did a fairly routine run in an routine time, came home to zero fanfare and er, thats it. Plus other stuff, i dont know. I am boring myself here. Point more or less is, I never really lost any weight, and didnt really look any different at the end from what i did at the beginning apart from some fairly decent looking calves, i was pretty tired though.
Since then I havent ran nearly enough, went back to the parkrun a few times but the other week there i decided to give a good go at running for a bit further so ran from Prestwick to Troon along the cycle path and then back out the road to the airport and back to Prestwick. It was about 6 miles however for a fair bit of the way there was no pavement and I was shiting myself as i held up a line of traffic coming out of Troon who had to wait til no cars were coming the other way to get past me.
Then on Tuesday, the day before Kilmaurs i ran five miles while i waited on my motor getting its MOT. It failed quite spectacularly but thats another story.
Great Scottish Run is on 6th October apparently, better get my finger oot.