Mad Dogs and … Irishmen


Bloody hell, that was tough!

I’m tentatively training for the Great South Run in October so, on a whim, I entered all the relevant details into the My Asics app to see what sort of training plan it’d produce for me.

The first run was today – 3 miles – but because thunderstorms are forecast for this evening I decided to go out this afternoon, sure it’s only the hottest day of the year so what could go wrong?

It was easily the hottest temperature I’ve ever attempted to run in (77°) so I wasn’t expecting it to be easy – and it wasn’t.

As with my last run on Sunday I decided to combine it with C25K but instead of stopping after eight reps (or whatever the program suggests) I carried on in the same fashion until I reached my intended distance.FullSizeRender

The Asics app recommended a speed of 16:35 min/mile but I managed it in an average of 14:07 – still not fantastic, admittedly, but it’ll do in that heat, especially since I intentionally went as slow as I could.

How did I feel afterwards? Physically sick (although I wasn’t) but after a quick drink and a couple of small oranges I feel grand.

Checked my sugar levels as soon as I came in – 7.4 – so ever so slightly high but still ok. Checked again about an hour later (after the oranges) and it’s 10.1 ….. let’s give it another hour to see what it settles at.


And off I go again

IMG_3484So I went out for a run tonight, my first in almost three weeks.

My last run was on June 27th, during which I hurt my right calf. I didn’t run for the rest of the week (except to the pub, in the rain, in London – but more of that in a future blog!), and nothing at all for the week after.

Today was, therefore, my last chance to run without missing a second complete week. I knew that and I tried to convince myself to go out earlier than the time I eventually did (10pm).

I felt fat. I’d eaten healthily today but I still felt fat. I was scared my calf wouldn’t hold up. I was worried I’d forgotten how to run. Again. That always happens after a gap. Excuses.

But I wanted to go out, so out I went, without telling anyone in case I’d change my mind. I decided to take it easy, starting with the most basic of Couch to 5k runs. I wasn’t sure how I’d get on, so being cautious was very much the order of the day.

As I said, it was 10pm so I thought I’d be fairly certain of not being seen. Wrong! How very wrong! I crossed the road to walk to my starting point and I bumped into two rather intoxicated chaps, one who knew me and one who thought he did.

That hurdle negotiated with an undecipherable grunt in their direction I continued to stroll to the start …. only to see someone else. I mean, what is it with people? It’s Sunday night, it’s dark, just kindly go away and leave the roads and footpaths to me.

I also wanted to run around the football pitches beside my house. There were young lads playing football. Now, don’t get me wrong, I earn my living from the sport and so encourage anyone to play it at any time …. but, when I’m out for a run, could you please just bugger off?

After finally getting some peace and quiet off I went, the first minute was fine, the walking segment was fine ….. but then the next running minute felt like it was taking forever to finish, so I checked my Garmin and realised I missed my split. Ah well, a wee bonus in my legs, perhaps a sign one minute splits is too basic for me.

I decided to stick with it, though, for the remainder of the run. My left calf (not the right one this time) hurt a little around the third or fourth running split but other than that everything felt fine.

At the end I lost count. I couldn’t remember if I’d done eight splits (as per the programme) so I decided to do an extra one just in case. It turned out I ended up doing nine but that was ok, it’s an extra wee run banked, no harm done.