My Brighton Marathon Weekend

After a torrid few days of self doubt, a possible psychosomatic illness and some dreadful nights sleep I ran the Brighton Marathon in 3hours and 35 minutes. And I’m delighted.

The Run Up

We travelled down to Eastbourne on Friday evening to make sure that we were well rested for Sunday,  It was a hell of a journey

Hit the beach before breakfast

Hit the beach before breakfast

through heavy Friday afternoon traffic along the M1 followed by road work ridden delays on the M25 before sitting in the 5 mile queue to the Dartford crossing.  It was gone 8pm by the time that we arrived and a 5 hour journey had not been part of the plan!

We chose to stay on a caravan in Pevensey Bay near Eastbourne along with our friends because it was much more economical than us all renting a house or hotel in Brighton.  It worked out well as we met up on Saturday morning just after I’d taken the girls to the beach and after sorting ourselves out we used the pool and sauna to set us up for the weekend.

Heading in to Brighton to collect my number and race pack was an opportunity to check out the location of the park and ride for the race as well as an excuse to meet up with some more mutual friends and enjoy a long, lazy lunch in the exquisite Regency restaurant.  It’s a place recommended to us years ago and now Mrs G and I make a bee-line to it whenever we’re in the city.  Handily, it was only a few hundred yards along the seafront from the marathon expo.  Unhandily, I’d assumed that the expo was at the start area of Preston Park which was a mile and a half out town.  Mr Tim, my friend who made the Brighton Marathon 10k his first ever road race, accompanied me on the long walk in and out of town before bypassing the expo in preference of meeting up with the group at the restaurant.

I love this restaurant

I love this restaurant

Sticking to the carb-loading plan, I missed out on some of the seafood delights that the others enjoyed (mussels, Lobster Thermidore, fish fingers!?) in favour of the seafood spaghetti.  Of course it was delicious and did the job I needed it today in advance of race day.

After lunch I finally made it to the expo to collect my race pack.  It was a little underwhelming (having only the London Marathon expo to compare it to)  so the allure of the seafront and friends soon drew me out without spending too much time looking around.  Brighton is a fantastic city and the next hour or so of mooching around the Lanes, in and out of shops, just reminded me why Mrs G and I love it so much.  But a reality check sent us back to the caravan to prepare for the big day.

A lemsip and pasta

A lemsip and pasta

Emotions were starting to run high.  Of course, I was raising money in memory of my friend Paul.   His family had joined us on the trip and Sarah popped over in the evening.  We were all in pieces for a little while before spending a lovely hour together,  It was exactly what I needed and refocussed me on my motivation for the challenge coming up.

Packing up the bags on a Saturday night was a bit of a pain in the arse but the plan was to leave early in the morning to hit the park and ride on schedule and have plenty of time to relax at the start.  So after a bit more pasta, a share of a whole chicken (courtesy of Mr Tim), some Lemsip, Manuka honey and a gargle with aspirin, it was time for bed.

I’d been feeling ill for a few days after developing a sore throat on Thursday,  I know I’ll sound soft when I write this, but I felt really fluey over Thursday night and throughout Friday.  Subsequently I got really pissed off!!  Feeling the same on Friday night and throughout Saturday morning had forced me in to action so it felt like the last throw of the dice to dose up before bed.

Race Day

The frantic packing continued after the best nights sleep I’d had for a few days.  My sore throat felt better and I finally felt energised and up for it!  We had a quick breakfast, chucked the kids and Mr Tim in the car and made the journey back to Brighton.  The queue of cars for the park and ride was horrendous and it took us nearly half an hour to get in to the Moulescoombe campus of the university that was being used for the runners.  Perhaps a little more organisation here would have gone down well as we were left very tight for time after the queueing and directed to an alternative car park anyway (for which there was no queue!)

Mr Tim and I jumped on the bus to the start while Mrs G and the girls headed in to town.  Another 15 minutes later we arrived at Preston Park.  Tim was running the 10k race so when he saw the queue for the toilet he legged it and I didn’t see him again until I finished my race.

Keeping it together for the camera

Keeping it together for the camera

I was still in functional mode.  Knowing the drill at these events keeps me calm so I patiently queued up for the toilet.  It was a ridiculous length of queue – probably 20 minutes – so time was tight after I’d “been”.  Making contact with my brother-in-law and sister on the way to drop off my bag made my chest pound.  I could feel the emotion rising but still had to function to get my kit on and drop in my bag.  People were already accumulated at the start area whilst I was still applying vaseline and deciding on whether or not to wear a t-shirt under my running vest!

Eventually I handed my bag in and turned to meet my family. And immediately I was in tears!

Matt, my brother-in-law has trained pretty much from scratch to do this marathon.  He’s lost over 2 stones and must have learnt a lot about himself and his limits during his journey.  I have been immensely proud of his commitment and was desperate to see him at the start to give him a hug and wish him luck.  Plus the added emotion from my motivation for running and the ever present inspiration of my Dad’s marathon endeavours, I was failing to fight back the tears and barely holding back from sobbing as I made my way to meet them.

I managed kisses and cuddles with my niece and nephews and certainly couldn’t speak after hugging and kissing my sister but just managed to say the word “proud” when I hugged Matt!!  After pulling it together for a couple of photos, we set off to our start points.  By now all of my pre-race actions had been completed which meant I completely relaxed.  Normally that’s a good thing, but on Sunday that meant my emotions totally spilled out. I literally sobbed my way to my start enclosure and could barely

Broken

Broken

see my laces when I realised I’d not tied them up! All the training, all the sponsorship, all the support and kindness from everyone since November, all the early mornings, all the hours away from the kids, all the frozen peas on my shins, all the built up intensity of wanting to do this thing the right way for my mate and my Dad.  They all spilled out of my eyes as I stood there alone surrounded by 10,000 other runners.

The Race

Everyone cheered as the gun fired to start the race.  Actually it could have been a gun, or a horn, or cannons – I don’t know as I was tying my laces at the back of my enclosure!  It took about 4 minutes to get across the line after a couple of stops and starts of running.  I missed the high-five with Paula Ratcliffe because I was starting my Runkeeper and forgetting to start my stopwatch but then after just a few yards we came to a grinding halt as we approached a hairpin turn just a hundred yards or so in to the race.  Soon after that we stopped again as the route narrowed on account of several parked cars on the side of the street.  This all frustrated me a little as it’s not like they didn’t expect 10,000 people to be running along there was it?  The result was a near 10 minute mile.

But weirdly (and I’m blaming the adrenaline) I was sweating heavily in my t-shirt and vest so was a little concerned at judging the weather badly.  I decided to reserve judgement on my choice of clothing until I hit the seafront where most of the miles were to be run.  Then I got focussed on my running.

During loads of my Sunday runs with Jim and Leanne we have started off with a really steady first mile or two so I felt confident that I knew what to do.  I didn’t panic about being 2 minutes behind my aspirational pace after a mile – I just weaved my way through the people in front of me and settled in to a tempo I was comfortable with.  The first few miles of any big race are slightly zig-zaggy and it’s a little annoying but a great way of making sure that you don’t set off too fast.

I was beginning to find a bit of space when I saw my Mum for the first time at about 3 miles.  It was a nice surprise to see her there and a good early boost as the route weaved around the city centre.  The course looped back on itself a few times which meant we got the welcome distraction of people running in the opposite direction to ourselves – people watching at speed.  I loved it and took the opportunity to keep and eye out for Matt and his mate Chrissy who had started a little behind me.

I always say that you shouldn’t try anything new on race day.  So why would a race choose “race day” to be the day when they

The water was this kind of affair

The water was this kind of affair

introduce water in bags to runners who haven’t used them before?  The water came in an oblong bag with a little tag at the top and a guy at the water station shouting squeeze it and suck it (??!!).  After a couple of squirts hit the back of my throat and made me choke I had a rethink and squeezed a little harder.  That resulted in the bag exploding and spraying all over me, my face, my clothes and the runners around me!!  As the race went on i just about worked out how to drink without choking but it was a challenge throughout the day.

When we looped back towards the seafront I saw Matt and Chrissy for the first time.  They were about a hundred yards away on the other side of the road and it took a couple of hearty yells before Matt looked around and we greeted each other with a few fist pumps.  I loved seeing him.  He seemed to be going well and I got a massive boost.

By now I was 5 miles in and shortly arrived at the seafront.  As we hit the road and headed out towards the marina I told myself that now was the time to concentrate on my running, keep a steady pace and bring the average pace back in to 8 minute miles.  The road widened a little, I took a few sips from the Gatorade station after 10k and felt fantastic as I continued to pass people on the way out of town.  At about 7 miles we saw the lead cars coming back in to town.  The elite men had covered about 11 miles by that point and they all glided past as if they were taking part in a different sport.  It was the last time I saw any of the elite runners other than in photographs!

After passing the marina and turning off the seafront the road narrowed and once again I found myself slowing and weaving through other runners until we had looped back on to the main road and headed back towards Brighton.  The lumps and bumps in the coast road didn’t make any difference to me and I felt great as I kept a steady pace going.  Watching the runners still heading out of town was good fun.  I shouted encouragement to as many of the other Mind runners as I could without getting out of puff and I got super excited to see Matt and Chrissy again.  Greeting him with an over-loud shout and another Andy Murray style fist pump, I felt like a kid seeing their best friend.  It gave me so much energy that I bounced back in to town.

The pier is an iconic landmark in Brighton and forms an important milestone for the marathon as it signifies that you’re close to

The Pier

The Pier

halfway around the course.  It’s also a great place for spectators and supporters to cheer people along.  The support on the side of the roads had been really good so far but coming back in to the city the supporters went to another level.  I loved the fact that people   were calling my name because I’d got it ironed on to my vest, but it was a real surprise to hear screams and cheers for Uncle Simon just after the pier! I looked across the road and on the promenade side of the barriers were Mum, Joe, my sister and the kids excitedly cheering me on.  Wow – another big boost and really unexpected so it felt like a bonus.  I waved and gave the thumbs up to show I was feeling good and bounced on up the road.

At 14 miles I’d expected to see Mrs G, Sarah and everyone so when they appeared just before the 14 mile marker I was a little surprised and under prepared.  The only thing I thought to do was to give a high five and I gave Mark’s hand such a slap that my own hand stung for a mile! That’s the sort of support that I love.  It reminds me that they’ve supported me for months just to get to the start line and so I feel a responsibility to repay them by doing a good run that they can be proud of.  So I put my game face on, moved in to the middle of the road to avoid distractions from other cheering supporters, got my head down and kept going at my steady pace.

I’d gradually bought my average pace down to about 8:12 after the first slow miles so I knew my tempo was still good.  There was no sign of the shin splint pain I’d had for so long during my training and I could only feel a little tightness in one calf and one quad.  So I told myself that I was feeling better than I had at this distance on any training run as we once again peeled off the seafront for our little detour around Hove.

I was starting to get hungry so was glad to see the High-5 gels being handed out after 15 miles.  I grabbed two and had one immediately, making a plan to have another in 3 miles time and, if possible, another after a further 3 miles.  We looped up and around before turning back the way we’d came.  I think it was at about 18 miles that we turned back towards the seafront and I heard the cries and cheers from my family once again.  They were on the opposite side of the road so in the glimpses we got of each other I tried to show how well I felt – excitedly giving the thumbs up and waving at them.  I knew the toughest miles were still to come but I was delighted to have covered 18 miles with an average of 8:06 per mile.  My plan (which I was making up on the road) involved maintaining the pace  and then kicking on with all I’d got after 22 miles, depending on how I felt.

The long road to-and-from Shoreham Power station (from ianvisits.co.uk)

The long road to-and-from Shoreham Power station (from ianvisits.co.uk)

After another couple of miles I was conscious that my average pace had stopped coming down and as I turned off towards the power station I knew I was at the business end of the race.  Coming up to 21 miles the smell of fish was over whelming, the road became desolate, the wind was in our faces and the support dried up.  It started to get tougher but I consoled myself with knowing that after one more turn we’d be heading back on the home straight.  I just hadn’t grasped the concept of how far that home straight would be!

It was at about 22 miles that I got the warning signs that I was starting to struggle.  I knew my pace was slowing but that was to be expected.  My quads now both ached and one calf was very tight. But the real signals came from the inability to ingest anything!  I’d taken my last gel between 21 & 22 and water had been in plentiful supply but each sip of water was beginning to make me feel sick.  Coming up to 23 miles and looking forward to getting back on to the seafront promenade I could feel vomit rising and had the unpleasant sensation of swallowing down a bit of sick rather than letting it all come up.

I realised that this stage of the race was about mind over matter so recalled a text I’d got from my other brother-in-law the day before.  He told me that Paul would be with me all the way round.  He was right but I’d chosen not to play that card to myself until I needed to.  At 23 miles I needed every piece of help I could get so I drew on all the reserves that my friends and family had built up for me over the last 6 months.

I thought of my memories of my friend and times we’d competed sportingly against each other on the golf course.  I drew strength from the sound of his laugh.  I knew that my run would result in a time that I’d be proud of as long as I kept going.  And I wanted to do a time to be proud of because it’s only then that I allow myself to accept the pride from other people.  I wanted to do a time that I knew my Dad would have been proud of.  I recalled messages from friends on my Just Giving pages and I recalled donations from

West Pier

West Pier

people I didn’t know.  I kept going because I wanted to see my kids and knew they were waiting somewhere towards the finish.  I wanted to keep going to show Mrs G that the hard work and sacrifice was worthwhile.

The old burnt remains of West Pier seemed miles away and didn’t appear to be getting any closer.  The beach huts on my left hand side seemed to be never ending.  These last miles were the hardest of the race.  I stopped drinking because I knew that the wheels would seriously come off the wagon if I was properly sick.  Telling myself that even if I slowed to 9 minute miles I’d still break 3:45 I kept plodding on.

I was driven to keep going because i wanted to get to my family to get that bit of support I needed.  They delivered it – as they do every time – and I got the boost I needed.  Stopping for kisses and cuddles was not an option because I knew that the moment I stopped there was no chance of running again so I waved and soaked up their love to help me keep going.

I see my family at 24 miles

I see my family at 24 miles

The physical and mental exhaustion was becoming overwhelming and I began to struggle to calculate my pace and likely finish time.  I realigned my targets to finishing under 4 hours and as close to 3:45 as possible, reassuring myself that it was still a good time and I’d done as well as I could.  A final boost came as I passed my sister and everyone again with a mile to go.  But then I knew I was on my own.

The support from the crowds was phenomenal but I felt overwhelmed and would have given anything for 10 seconds of quiet to get my malfunctioning head together.  The road continued in front of me but the piers slowly crept up and eventually I passed them to see a “400m to go” sign.  The noise was deafening and I responded by plodding on at the same steady pace.  When I could finally focus on the next sign I was encouraged that it said “200m to go”.  As I looked at the clock I was amazed to see that it had just clicked over 3hrs 39 minutes (it had been too loud to hear my Runkeeper announcements for a couple of miles) so I gave it everything to reach the finish line inside 3:40.

I did it.  When I remembered to turn Runkeeper off it said 3.36 and a few seconds but my chip time was 3:35. I am so proud!

Heading to the finish

Heading to the finish

Finish Line and Onwards

Staggering through the finish funnel.  Being propped up whilst bowing my head to collect a medal.  Walking past the water and bananas.  Shielding my eyes from all the foil blankets because they made me feel like I was going to pass out. Collecting a t-shirt and a bag.  Having my picture taken giving a thumbs up and a smile.  These things are all a vivid blur.

Being called over by a girl wielding my kit bag and wondering how I missed the big lorry I was looking for.  Getting changed underneath the arches of the road I had run along a few hours before.  My feet cramping as I took off my trainers and my back cramping when I put on a t-shirt.  I know I did this things but in a haze of exhaustion.

Being completely changed and nibbling a banana, sipping a little water, I began to get back to a normal state of consciousness. I followed my fellow finishers out of the funnel and started my way back towards the course to see my wife, my children and Sarah.  I was desperate to get back there to see Matt pass through but had lost any awareness of time.  How long had I been finished?  How long had Matt been running?  How long before I got up the road to see Clare?

And then the tears came.

I couldn’t control it.  I don’t cry much.  I mean, I’m not a cryer.  But I couldn’t stop as I hobbled through the crowds to see the people I love.  I saw the Mind tent and peeking in noticed there were some crisps on the table so went in to ask if it was OK to grab a pack.  As I was generously thanked for my efforts and offered hot & cold drinks, cakes, snacks, sandwiches and a massage I tried to thank the lady and the Mind team for their generosity but just broke down in tears saying I just want to see my wife!

Sobbing in to my packet of McCoys I nibbled a few crisps, sipped a bit of water and limped on towards the pier and the final mile of the course.

I think it must be something to do with the security of the environment at the start and finish that allows me to just let go of things.  By the time I entered the jostling of the spectators and battled against the tide of people trying to get to the family meeting area I was once again focussed on the next thing I needed to do … find my family.  I saw my sister and Mum making their way towards the finishing straight to support Matt in his final few steps and then continued to find Clare and the kids.

Matt, a proud finisher of the Brighton Marathon 2014

Matt, a proud finisher of the Brighton Marathon 2014

By the time we met up, my little supporting team had split a bit so it was Clare and the kids that gave me a hug amongst a million passing pedestrians so we decided to stay put to give Matt some extra support rather than joining up with my sister.  I know I loved having the two groups of family around the course and hoped he would get a double boost for getting two big cheers!

My sister had said that Matt was at 23.7 miles according to his Runkeeper app so we expected him to pass by shortly.  But after 45 minutes or so he hadn’t come past so I began to get worried.  I told the others to stay put whilst I walked up the road to make sure that he’d not got in any trouble in the final mile.  After 50 yards of staggering up the road I could see him coming down – still accompanied by Chrissy.  Adrenaline took over again, and rushing to the side I gave him a massive cheer and shouted some words at him.  He was clearly in a lot of pain but was still going and we knew he was going to finish his first marathon – a massive, life changing achievement that only a small fraction of the population will ever do.

Seeing him a few minutes after he finished I knew he was as overwhelmed as I had been.  Watching him being reunited with his kids  was a touching moment.  They’re proud of their Dad already, but one day they’ll be inspired by him.  Maybe that inspiration will result in them buying a pair of running shoes, getting fit and raising a massive amount of money for charity – making their own kids proud along the way.

Hugging him, knowing that we shared in a special achievement was an unforgettable moment for me and one that will always stay with me.

Matt raised over £1400 for The Maypole Project and I am stunned that I raised a humbling £1771 for Mind.  That sort of money is overwhelming and I hope both charities help people to enjoy longer, healthier and happier lives.

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5 days to go….

Not long now!!

Just 5 days to go until the Brighton Marathon and I can’t wait.

Ok, so training hasn’t been ideal over the last month but I did a good ten mile run on Sunday with a 7:30 average and have kept ticking over for the last two weeks with several 6k runs, so I am as fit as I can be.  Luckily I can combine running with cycling so that has helped me keep good fitness too.  And now I can’t wait!

I’m looking forward to the exhibition to pick up my number.

Todays Peas

Todays Peas

I’m looking forward to seeing friends in Brighton on Saturday.

I’m desperately excited to meet up with my brother-in-law at the start on Sunday morning.

I can’t wait to finally throw that old t-shirt over the barriers in the start line and get moving.

The thought of seeing my wife & kids and friends & family on my way round is giving me goosebumps.

And the prospect of crossing the finishing line and giving them a cuddle is bringing a tear to my eye.

The thought of being by the side of the course to cheer on my brother-in-law as he finishes nearly tops it all.

And then a beer (or two).

A long drive home (and maybe a snooze).

A glass of red wine and maybe a take-away.

A good nights sleep.

A hobble to school to drop off the kids

And a well earned day off work.

Anyway, it as just a quick entry to share the excitement and one last picture of these peas on my leg before I eat them next week!! Good luck to any marathoners with a few days to go.  Remember why you’re doing all this.  See you on the other side!

Training Turmoil – Help Needed!

I’m sitting on a train coming home from London writing this and it is now time to face up to the fact that I need a bit of help.  I need help to salvage a 16 day training plan for the Brighton Marathon!

Jose isn't happy with Mr Foy (from www.standard.co.uk)

Jose isn’t happy with Mr Foy (from http://www.standard.co.uk)

Sundays training run didn’t go to plan and I’ve spent the last 48 hours trying to work out why.  I was going well until about 16 miles when the tightness in my quads and calves really took its toll on my stamina.  After 19 miles I slowed to about 9 minutes mile pace and finally chucked in the towel after 20ish. Many top sports people deflect the reasons of under performance on to things outside of their control as a way of maintaining confidence in their self ability. Just look at Jose Mourinho at the weekend blaming Chris Foy, the referee for Chelsea’s defeat by Villa.

So my deflections include:

  • I was badly nourished because I consumed only 2100 calories on Saturday and burnt 600 during a 20 mile bike ride
  • I’d done hard sessions on the bike on Tuesday, Thursday, Friday and (to a lesser degree) on Saturday so my legs were probably tired
  • It was hot and I’m still getting used to fluid intake in Spring conditions
  • I didn’t take any gels and tried flapjacks instead.  These work well on the bike but the one I tried after 15 miles made me choke because I was dehydrated and had no saliva to help it slip down!
Killer Flapjack's (from The Guardian)

Killer Flapjack’s (from The Guardian)

But my biggest worry is that my legs tightened up a lot and very early on.  I’ve not been running much because if the shin splints I’ve suffered from for a few weeks.  But now I think I’m caught in a viscous circle.  I’m limiting my running to ensure that the pain in my shins doesn’t get debilitating again, but because I’m not running my legs tighten up after a couple of hours due to working my muscles in a way they are not training for.  At least that is my theory. Does it stack up?  This is where I need some help.

How should I train over the next 16 days? It’s Tuesday evening now, my legs still ache and I’ve got pain in my shin.  I might try a run tomorrow evening depending on how my shin feels.  But what should I do now?  I’ve got a half marathon booked in as part of my tapering on Sunday and am keen to do this as a confidence booster, but don’t want to do any damage.

The way I see it, along with regular stretching, ice and anti-inflammatory tablets I have a few options:

  • Wait for the shin to stop hurting and do several shorter runs for the next 2 weeks. Limit these to no more than 8 miles but mostly at 4-6 miles?  Supplement this with longer, stamina building bike rides of 3-4 hours over the next 2 weekends?
  • Continue cycling during the week and do the half marathon to see if Sunday was a one off and hope that my condition is not deteriorating by doing this for a second week?
  • Total rest from running for 10 days followed by a 10 miler the week before the marathon and a recovery run?

Or another option that I haven’t thought of?

All and any opinions or suggestions are most welcome at this stage….. other than not doing the marathon because that’s not an option.

Shin Splints: A spanner in the works

Injury Alert!

It’s what every athlete worries about: getting injured in the run up to a big event.

Peas and Shin Splints

Peas and Shin Splints

I’m not sure if taking part in the Brighton Marathon is at risk, but I know the next couple of weeks of training are in jeopardy.  For the last few weeks I’ve been developing a pain in my lower right leg.  Having experienced shin splints in the past I’ve been conscious that I need to take care, so using my “special shoes” I’ve adapted my training plan to avoid running on consecutive days.  But as the intensity and volume of training has built up, the old curse has caught up with me again.

During a rare visit to my GP today (nagged relentlessly by Mrs G to make an appointment on account of my pronounced limp since Sundays 20 miler) I was told to rest, ice and elevate the leg whilst following a course of anti-inflammatory tablets.  The doctor told me that my leg might not get better in time for the marathon but experience tells me that these things usually pass within 10 days or so.  But being ready for 6 April is now a big concern so I am following instructions to the letter as you can see in the picture!

What are Shin Splints?

Common!  That’s what they are! Our medical mates would prefer to call the most common form of the condition by it’s

Shin Splints as Illustrated by Pro-Tec Athletics

Shin Splints as Illustrated by Pro-Tec Athletics

Sunday name of Medial Tibial Stress Syndrome (MTSS).  The picture from the Pro-Tec Athletics gives you a good view of what we are talking about.

Shin splints is the term used for any pain at the front of your lower leg between the knee and ankle.  They are really a symptom of any type of lower leg malfunction! And there is no single cause for the pain.  The article given to me by my GP is held on patient.co.uk and I’ve provided the link here.  The pain can vary too: shins may become sensitive to touch or grow from an occasional dull ache through to a constant pain,

Due to the variety of issues that shin splints can be symptomatic of, the causes are wide and varied.  From my perspective, my self diagnosis is linked to under-pronation in my foot-fall due to having high arches (or stiletto feet as the’ve been called in the past).  For the last few weeks the pain has dissipated a minute or so in to a training run but returned the day after.  Other runners experience shin splints when they run further or faster, run on hard surfaces or when they wear they wrong types of shoes (or the right type of shoes that have worn out).

There are other possible causes of shin pain but stress fractures or muscle hernias are less common.

How should shin splints be treated?

I suppose that first of all you want the pain to stop.  So that means stopping training for a while until the pain goes.  You can speed up getting rid of the pain by following the normal guidance of using ice, elevation and painkillers.  But they won’t fully go (and they’ll probably get worse) if you don’t rest, rest, rest!

If the pain doesn’t go within a few days then it might be worth a trip to the doctor as there are other things that is could be which could need more attention.

From what I’ve read, you can still cross train or cycle during the rest period (great news which means I’ll be out on my bike  at the weekend!)

Avoiding them

Unfortunately, there are no guarantees that you’ll shake them off never to return! Some tips that I’ve read about (but remember I’m sitting here with frozen peas on my leg) are:

  • Get proper running shoes fitted – go to a place with a gait machine, talk to experts, don’t scrimp!  Somewhere like my favourite shop The Running Fox in Loughborough is great
  • Change your shoes regularly make your own judgement but I think I’ve left it too long and the cushioning has gone which has caused this bout of pain
  • Train sensibly – too much too soon is only going to lead to problems
  • If the right trainers don’t help, visit a podiatrist to consider some insoles (or orthotics) for your trainers
  • Give up running, buy a bike and get cycling!!

References and Useful Links

NHS: http://www.nhs.uk/conditions/shin-splints/Pages/Introduction.aspx

BUPA: http://www.bupa.co.uk/individuals/health-information/directory/s/shin-splints

Pro-Tech Athletics: http://www.pro-tecathletics.com/59055/Shin-Splints.html

I really didn’t want to go for that run

I really, really didn’t feel like going for a long run yesterday.

After a weeks holiday with my kids I was well relaxed and really only wanted to spend a final day with them before going back to work.  I’d done a tough 65km bike ride on Saturday followed by dinner at Frankie & Benny’s where I stuffed myself on a double cheeseburger.  So whilst my muscles ached, I knew I’d not fuelled myself properly and my brain was still on holiday – and I definitely didn’t want to go for a run.

The trees in my garden showed the tell tale signs of another strong wind and the grey clouds on the horizon suggested another damp run.  When the kids got up they both sat with me and we started watching Mr Stink on TV – an adaptation of the David Walliams book.  We only got half way through before I had to get ready to go for the run (that I definitely didn’t want to do) and I promised we’d watch the rest when I got home.

Thankfully, my friend Leanne was running the first 12 miles with me and because we’d arranged an 8.30 start I got myself in to gear and we headed off out in to the wind.  With the breeze behind us we headed through the village, dropping off my spare drink bottle on a wall outside our friend Emma’s house.  After a few hundred yards the sharp pain in my right calf/shin had subsided to a dull throb and ,even though my legs continued to feel heavy, we settled in to a good pace.

The first 12 miles passed at about my target pace of 8 min/miles.  I said goodbye to Leanne and grabbed my second drink off Emma’s wall and set of for loop number 2 daydreaming about what I’d be eating when I arrived home.  The fantasy was a sausage sandwich on thick fresh bread, but eventually reality turned out to be beans on toast. Deliberating which way to avoid the worst exposure to the wind (and getting it wrong) I took the steady drag out of the village, looped back across a small country lane and got back in to the boundaries of Stoney Stanton with about 18.6 miles under my belt.

If I’d have headed straight home I’d have covered just over 19 miles.  But from somewhere I found some motivation to tip it over 20 miles.  I figured that 20 is a great milestone to have under my belt and that it would be a fantastic confidence booster to do “over 20” rather than “over 19”.

Training-wise it probably makes little difference and my average pace was a little slower than I’d want, but hey – I’ve now done over 20 miles (20.01 miles to be exact).  That only leaves 6 more to do on the day (6.19 to be exact).  And with another couple of runs at around the same distance, but hopefully in better conditions, I should be well on target for a good run in 6 April.

Not bad considering I really didn’t want to go for a run.

The Run of a Drowned Rat

The two pieces of information didn’t sit well with me.  Looking at the 14 mile run scheduled on my training plan and then looking up at the weather forecast had my mind racing.

What excuses could the devil on my shoulder give me that would make it OK to stay in bed rather than setting a 7am alarm for my long Sunday run?  My normal running parters, Jim and Leanne, had already given me a warning that they’d not be training if the weather was bad.  I’d already cycled 40 miles on Saturday morning…. surely it was enough?

But another look at my training plan showed that it was 15 miles next week and 16 the week after.  I couldn’t find a hiding place.  No excuse was good enough, so I set the alarm and got up in the dark to go out for the run I knew I had to do.

And I’m chuffed that I did!

It’s the fourth “long” run this year and I’m getting more and more confident each week.  Last weeks run was a bit of an epiphany for me.  I actually did what I’d say to everyone else: set off at a steady pace and kept it steady throughout – finishing with a better average over 13 than I had done over 12 the week before.

This week I satisfied my need for speed with a high tempo 6.5 miles on Friday so, once again, steady was the name of the game.  And it’s just as well.

As soon as I left the village I was running (largely up hill) in to the wind for 5 miles.  The wind. The icy wind.  The very strong, icy wind. The very strong, icy wind carrying very heavy, very wet rain.

I was delighted to turn out of the wind with an average pace of just under 8 min/m but I was completely saturated.  You know when you’re so wet that your feet squelch in your trainers? Yeah, just like that.  But I felt great.

Steadily bouncing along another 4 miles or so I reached the bottom of a steep climb (coming out of Croft towards Huncote in case you know it) but still kept a fantastic rhythm going.  I slowed a little after that though.  I lost concentration and started fantasising about what I was going to eat when I got home!  The prospect of scrambled eggs and baked beans cost me about 20 seconds on that mile!!  But as I turned a corner, my daydreaming stopped.

The sight of an overflowing ford known as Watery Gates reminded me that I’d had an easy ride in the elements for the last few miles.  The following wind had tricked me in to thinking that the rain had stopped.  So, it was with an impending sense of doom that I tackled the last three miles.

One more right-hander and I was head-on in to the elements again.  The steady, mile long rise combined with the stinging rain and battering wind made it the hardest mile of my training so far.  There was an upside to the conditions though: my legs were so cold that they didn’t ache, so I was able to push as hard as possible to keep the pace up.

After a brief respite, another battle in to the wind got me home with 14 miles on the clock and an 8.02 min/m average pace.  Spot on!  If I can turn out that sort of pace in those sort of conditions I think I’m in good shape to look towards sustaining that pace come April.

So if there are any fellow drowned rats reading this, give yourself a big pat on the back and recognise that it’s runs like the ones we did today that will make the difference when the weather turns.

(The eggs and beans were delicious too)

Progress Already!!

Just a short update on how the New Year has faired so far.

Each week I’ll be (trying) to do a weigh in to gauge my progress to running the Brighton Marathon a good few pounds lighter than at the turn of the year.

I know that these things seem easier when you’re just in “in the zone” so I’m hopping that blogging about it will keep me in that zone for as long as possible.

Anyway, we’re one week in to the New Year – how is everyone getting along with their plan and resolutions?  From my perspective it was about getting back to fitness, more clean living and dropping a few pounds.  Here’s what I have changed:

  • Back on the training plan and I have run 4 times/27 miles
  • Completely cut out some “bad” stuff:
    • The B’s = bread, biscuits, booze
    • The C’s = crisps, chocolate, cheese
  • Used My Net App to stay on top of what’s going in and what’s being burned
  • Started back on skimmed milk and cereal for breakfast
  • Fast food now means soup
  • Drinking herbal teas as a direct substitute to wine!
My little helpers!

My little helpers!

I’m pleased with progress on everything other than fitness – but that’ll come back with time.  I’ve already lost 5lb’s in weight and that is just the motivation I need to get out for a run later!  I hope it’s going well for you too?