Thursday, September 20, 2012

Training Camp Diary Part 1



Here is Part one of the Portugal Diary. I make no apologies for the lack of brevity, you should know me by now.


Writing this at 22.20, sat on my hotel bed as everyone seems to be having any early night tonight. Well, I’ve made it! After months of looking forward to it, I’m finally at the Portugal Training Camp.

Flight over with Ryanair was typically horrific, sat next to the Family Shameless. The guy next to me had a tight grip on his lighter pretty much the whole journey. It was slightly unnerving. Almost as much as the fact that he and the woman next to him didn’t seem to be able to open a packet of crisps normally. They insisted on exploding the bags open, how delightful on a plane! Then he proceeded to tip the crisps over his tray and throw the packet on the floor along with the sweepings from the crisps when he had finished. I knew there was a reason I liked BA. Urrrghhh.

Anyways, we arrived and it was delightfully hot, I met up with Steve, my room-mate for the week, at the airport and we travelled to the hotel. There wasn’t much time to settle in as pretty much a soon as we’d unpacked it was time to change into running gear and meet up for the first run. We met Nick and Phoebe in the lift going down to the lobby. We were introduced and went to meet the other guys. I was presented with 12 very athletic looking runners *internal gulp* and off we went. The run was relaxed and through the orange groves. Banter was muted but I’m sure will grow as the week goes on. There was a little stream crossing to negotiate *flashbacks* but it was very enjoyable. The heat, a little punishing but I’m sure we’ll get use to it.

The second half of the run was around the XC circuit next door to the hotel. They hold the Euro XC championships there every couple of years. We did a lap of the 2km course and then Nick said “We’re going back now to get ready for the stretching session, but you guys can do another lap if you want. Purely voluntary!” You know what that means. Of course I did as did most others. As we cam round to finish, there was some murmurings of another lap but we had to get back for stretching. At this point I was thinking “This is relentless!”, but the stretching session was great. You try and do the best you can when stretching at home, but the stretches shown to us by Nick and Phoebe were amazing “Yep, there it is” I thought on more than one occasion. There was talk of future flexibility targets

You know how I like a target. Bring it on.

Quick shower, supplies run to the local supermarket and then out for dinner at a local restaurant. It’s a really nice group, and everyone’s got their own targets. Nick and Phoebe are lovely as expected, but make no mistakes. They’ll crack the whip when the time comes.

The long run tomorrow is a 7.30am, which is why, I think, everyone didn’t have more than one beer. We’ve traipsed back to our rooms, getting drinks gels and kit ready for the morning.

Can’t wait.


Day 2

It was still dark when the alarm went off. I shuddered and thought about turning over and going back to sleep. It had been a fitful night of sleep at best, with strange jumbled-up dreams. No change there then. I wolfed down my muesli and get my long run kit on. Thought I’d fly the PLS flag this morning and wear my club vest. It was light by the time we set out at just after 7.30am. Nick had asked everyone what sort of length run they were going to do, people were choosing either 90 mins or 2 hours, depending on the race they were training for. My long runs in the UK have been 2 hours long so I said that.

We set off and the pace was relaxed and the chatter good. The group spread out a bit with the different paces of everyone, but a quick loop back soon brought everyone back together. The Sun was up and definitely getting hotter. We’d left our gels and drinks by the podiums at the XC circuit. The plan was to do an hour loop and then people split of as they wanted to make up the rest of the time for the run. The were options of running round the XC track or the Orange Groves Loop. We can back in almost dead on a hour, although about half a mile back I’d noticed the pace had suddenly picked up a bit. I looked at my Garmin and we were doing 7:15s. That’s a bit quick for me and I dropped off the lead pack. I think after about 45-50 minutes the heat started getting to me a bit, although I new a drink and gel wasn’t far off. After refuelling, I decided to repeat the loop we’d done last night round the orange grove. I think it’s about 1.5 miles. A guy called Simon was with me and Nick popped up every so often to give advice and encouragement.
“I’ve noticed you do sweat a lot don’t you.” he said. I gave him a look.
“Charming!”
“No it’s a good thing; it shows your body is efficient at cooling itself. Do you get white patches on your clothes?”
“Not really” I replied.
“Good, you’re not losing electrolytes. Make sure you really hydrate well this week.”
And off he went. I felt guilty for a second, hydration is something I’m really rubbish at. I very rarely take drinks on long runs. Maybe that’s something I need to start. I know it’s hot out here, but I’m sure it’s a lesson that applies equally at home.

After a loop of the orange grove, I agreed with Nick to go back to the XC course where the drinks were and refuel whilst doing laps of that. When I got back there, suitably watered, I start the XC loop but was struggling badly. At this point I made the decision that that was enough. I’d done 90 mins. I know what I’m like and didn’t want to go careering on and wipe myself out for the rest of the week. So I called it a day on that run. Nick thought it was a good decision.

We headed back to the hotel and rested our legs in the pool. Bliss. I want one installed.

Now onto the beach. There’s talk of a volleyball competition. Top Gun Quotes at the ready :-D

“I feel the need…the need for speed”

Day 3

Last night we had group drinks and a meal. The wine and conversation flowed freely and it was good to find out a bit more the rest of the group. This morning we went out for an ‘easy’ run. It was going to be easy until we spotted a group of runners about 250m ahead of us. Someone said “are we going to overtake them?” We laughed and nothing further was said, but slowly and surely the pace crept up and up. I looked down at my Garmin and 7:30 average stared back at me, tutting. I blame Carl :D The silence continued but on we ran, the group was passed with friendly “good mornings all round”. At the turning point, Nick said we could head back to the hotel via the beach or the cliffs. We chose the beach and it was absolutely glorious with the lovely breeze. One for the video montage. It was only after the run that anyone admitted “that was a bit quick wasn’t it?” Straight back to cool the legs off.

Later in the morning we had a strength and conditioning session with Phoebe. It’s something a lot of runners (me included) tend to ignore. Having someone show and tell you exactly why you should be doing it was a big wakeup call. Stretched and core work are the future and there really isn’t any excuse why we can’t bang out 15 minutes.

I sat down and chatted with Nick about how it’s all going and future targets. It was nice to be able to thank him in person for all the support over the last six months. We talked about many things, and it was nice of him to say that I’d been working hard. I know, I’m a compliment whore, but it is nice to get recognition from someone you respect.

Surprisingly to me, he was interested in my life outside running – like how it affects/is affected by work or how Steve feels about it all. I didn’t really see that coming, but actually, it makes sense. The quality of your running will always be affected by what’s going on around you. It made me realise that I do everything I can to not let it, to the point of bloody-mindedness. I should think it might make a few subtle changes to the way I approach running over the coming months. I have now got my targets for the coming winter and spring, so it’s all good. We’ve got a training seminar on Wednesday so lots more good advice will be shared I’m sure.
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After some sun-drenched pool lounging, it was time for technique and drills. ARRGHHH I appear to have the coordination of a drunken spider. Something I’ve really got to work on. They showed us how inefficient heel-striking is. I think I’m a lot better than I was but that session showed me how far I had to go! The guys went for another ‘easy’ run over the cliffs to end the day (read Alton Towers-style roller coaster of peril, I can be such a fanny on hills, but I kept up with the group) and back along the beach with a dip in the sea to cool off.

Can all Mondays be like this in future?

Day 4

Woke up quite heavy legged today and am about to head out for a hills/threshold session. This should be interesting…

<Update> Oh my word, that was among hardest ever workouts I’ve ever done. That was on par with Colin’s Watt-based Erg Intervals (officially the most horrific session I’ve ever had, pain wise). We headed down to the XC track and the sun already seemed quite high. Nick told us that this was going to be a tough one with a 10min set of continuous hills, 3 min recovery and then 5 x 2 minutes at 5K pace around the track. If that wasn’t enough there was going to be another 10 minutes of hills at the end. He was great in explaining that he knew we were all starting to feel tired but the purpose of this session was to simulate the last third of a race, when it does start to hurt and the hammer drops.

The session went by in a painful blur. The heat on the open XC was punishing, the recoveries seemed shorter and shorter, although in reality they weren’t. I would have paid vast sums of money to not have done the second set of hill reps, I honestly thought I had nothing left. Somehow we all managed to complete the session. The work kept coming, yes at different levels for everyone, but we all put our all into it.  There was a palpable sense of relief when it was over. It makes such a difference from training solo and you push yourself in ways you didn’t know you could. Coming back and looking at the Garmin data caused me to audibly gulp. All my 5K reps were sub-6min/mile pace! You could actually knock me down with a feather right now.

One of the best things though was that I was able to be mindful throughout the whole session, thinking about Nick and Phoebe’s technique points and trying to correct myself as I ran. I really want to get these ingrained as it makes running so much more pleasurable. You feel tall and fast as opposed to grinding through an interval with clenched teeth.

Then it was straight back to the hotel and straight into the pool to cool the legs down. Half expected a cartoon-style plume to steam to rise from the water as I put my feet in. Thinking I’ll probably get a rub down in the next couple of days as I’ve taken a bit of a pounding.

I really do feel lucky to have the chance to run with some inspirational runners. Everyone has a story to tell, and invariably we can all learn something from each other. It’s brought home that I’m still very much at the start of the journey. The quality of the running I’m seeing is sublime at times. It’s great as it just makes you want to get better and better. I’m going to try and get down to the Track Sessions if ever I’m in London. I may be at the back, but I’ll give it everything I’ve got.

When I first contacted Nick, I wanted to run a sub-3 marathon, but over the past couple of months, I’ve began to realise that actually that’s a bit of a false target. Suppose I do it, what than? It’s a number on a timing chip. Much better for me would be to say, “I want to be the best runner I can be”, if that’s at 8 minute miles or 5 minute miles so what. By tying myself down to a figure set in stone I’m just helping that monkey get on my back and setting myself up for potential frustration.

Right, time for a recovery run.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Training Update - So Long Summer

Long car journeys..*shudder*. Time to update you on how the summer has been, training wise.

Enjoy
 

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Moving On

One for the rowers. I was going to type this, but ended up dictating it today. So you get my dulcit tones, aren't you lucky. Thanks for listening.

Matt, this is for you

Monday, September 3, 2012

Addiction


Could have done without the massive industrial-scale drilling as I entered the dental hospital. 
 
You know your smitten when you have a tooth out and your first thought is "Ooh, saved a bit of weight there, maybe I'll run a bit faster".

Then you think

Oww.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Legacy


What a crazy time we are living in. The Country has emerged bleary-eyed and hung-over from an event so cataclysmic we’ll be talking about it for years to come. I am, of course, talking about the 30th Olympiad in London. After years of endless build up and hype, it has been and gone. Wow, what a ride!

I’ve never really involved myself with the Olympics much. Of course I’ve watched bits of every games for as long as I can remember (Seoul was the first one I remember watching). But it was something that other (very fit) people did. These Athletes seemed disconnected from reality and had nothing really to do me me/us and daily life. Thinking about it, I was just starting on my own sporting journey at the time of the Beijing Olympics in 2008. Indeed. My first race was the Liverpool 10K in October of that year. Of course, in the last four years, I’ve been on my own sporting journey and the names of the athletes have entered my consciousness and frames of reference.

It’s fair to say that in the build up to these games, I’d taken a somewhat passing interest. It was hard not to, but I still didn’t really feel part of it. When Steve bid for, and was successful in getting, tickets it was a nice surprise. But no more so than the Glee tickets he got me for Christmas a couple of years back. The first inkling I got that something was different came last Christmas. We were in Dorset at a family wedding, and when it came up in conversation that we had tickets, a woman across the table almost launched herself at me “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’VE GOT TICKETS. I’VE WAITING MY ENTIRE LIFE FOR THIS AND HAVEN’T GOT ANY”. Ooops, I thought to myself, they’re nice to have but until that point I hadn’t realised how lucky we were. If anything I was more pissed off that we hadn’t got any Rowing tickets which we had also applied for.

We missed the majority of the Opening Ceremony due to being at Thunder Run. We caught the very end on the big screen, just as the UNITED NATIONS CHAMPION OF THE EARTH was being announced. This caused much hilarity, we watched the Flame being light which was very cool and went to bed. We had ‘more important’ things to worry about like running 50K.

And then it happened, over the following days (after Thunder Run) the Games drew you in like a Welcoming Friend. The first sign I was getting interested was that I was fist-pumping in the air when I found that GB had got their first Gold medal, in Work during a Teleconference. My boss just tutted. The Olympic glow was spreading along with the medal count.

We headed down to London for our event. Saturday night Athletics. I was looking forward to seeing Mo in the 10000m along with Jess Ennis but nothing could have prepared me for that day - Quite simply the most magical day of my entire life. The win for the Coxless Four in the morning had set the tone and I was pretty happy heading into London. The Olympic Park was Stunning, the Crowds were buzzing, happy and the World was watching. Our tickets were pretty amazing – this was the view…

It's Mo!

The actual athletics of Super Saturday spoke for itself. Brilliant to watch and the TV didn’t come close to conveying the raw emotion in the Stadium. The crowd were cheering everyone one, they were here to cheer Sport in general (of course saving extra cheers for the TeamGB athletes). All nations were applauded and encouraged. It was singing along with 80000 others to the National Anthem at Jess Ennis’s Medal Ceremony at the end of the session that I realised how special the day was.

This was never going to happen again and we were here experiencing it. Not for the first time that night I could feel the tears welling up inside….

The performances were outstanding, Greg in the Long Jump (as well as being a fitty) surprised and delighted everyone).  The jovial nature of the Beer Queue, the gathering with the Crowds at the BBC set afterwards, the coming together of everyone - Just special. One of best legacies of that night…I had no voice for about 5 days afterwards.

Over the following days, I became an Olympic Obsessive. Sports I’d barely heard of became avid viewing. Not only that, but I really wanted to try most of them as well. The BBC made it so easy to watch and the commentary was mostly excellent. But soon the Closing Ceremony was on its way and it was time to pack away the Jubilympic bunting.

It felt like I was in mourning last week, it was honestly like bereavement. We’d had amazing sport all around us for over two weeks and it was difficult to make the transition back to ordinary life. When it becomes the norm to head home after work to hear about the latest couple of GB gold meals, you know something has changed!

And then, last Saturday, me and Steve sat down and watched the repeat of the Opening Ceremony on the telly. It was interesting note the slight sneer of cynicism in Huw Edwards’ voice at the start. Of course, no-one knew how the games were going to go down. Looking at it from ‘the other side’ was weird. And then…OH. MY. GOD. I have not cried so much since I left rowing.

The Pandemonium sequence culminating in the forged Rings. The most perfect sequence ever. It was like Danny Boyle had laid our national story for the world to see and acknowledge, but (pretentious as this is) it’s also like he laid out our hearts bare.

THEN BOND! THE QUEEN! THE NHS! I realise this is all old news but I hadn’t seen it before last weekend. How did he do it?!  I think because the references are so embedded in our national psyche, they all hit home.

I hope the Olympics has changed us all for the better, I know it’s changed me. I’ve got the Olympic ideal pounding inside me. Wanting to go higher, faster, harder and give it my all.

Hell, see you in Rio!

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Moving Targets

One of the benefits of Thunder Run was that 50Km gives you a lot of time to think and ponder. I’d noticed recently that I don’t get the same mental relief from running, but that’s generally because I’ve become more focused on the task at hand. So the chance for a few hours’ worth of ‘relaxed’ running was a good chance to mentally process some things that have been on my mind recently.

One of my biggest annoyances with my running has been the size and fragility of my Ego at times. I’ve found that I can have the skin of an Elephant one minute and the delicacy of bone china the next. Trudging through the mud, I think I’ve came to the answer of where it’s all come from.

For those of us who were never sporty as youngsters, the fact that we’ve taken it up later in life can often mean we approach our chosen sport (or indeed any passion) with a verve or eagerness that is slightly OTT at times. With this drive, improvements often come thick and fast – maybe the first time one does a Sub-7 Erg or a sub-45 10K run. With this increase in performance, I think there is a co-incidental sense that you are in a sense punching above your weight.
For the vast majority of my life I’ve been fat, sometimes obese and it’s only relatively recently that I’ve stopped thinking about myself as a ‘fat bloke’. In some ways I’m still a fat bloke trapped in a runner’s body- just see the look of lust on my face near a buffet...

This sense of punching above your weight can lead to frustration and anger, two qualities that aren’t known to aid athletic performance. What I realised at Thunder Run is that performance is the running buffet of life, running off further into the distance.

It’s a good thing to never be satisfied (although the odd feeling of job well done doesn’t hurt). You are not punching above your weight, you are performing at a level appropriate to the amount of training and fitness level you are currently at and there’s no point getting frustrated. Yes, compared to a few years ago you are doing things you only dreamed of, even a few months ago the idea for a sub-3 marathon was a drunken pie-in-the-sky idea.

So keep the faith, people are not going to applaud every time you put a pair of trainers on. Just get out there, put the work in and do it for your own satisfaction, not the approval of others.

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Start Your Engines

So much has happened in the last few weeks I’m not sure I know where to begin. It’s a strange feeling when you don’t appear to be doing anything differently, but then you realise everything has changed. Results I’ve previously dreamed about have come relatively easily and it’s all coming together nicely.

We were down at Thunder Run, a 24 hour off-road relay event in Derbyshire. I cannot begin to describe how much I loved this event. There was a moment on my fourth 10Km lap when I had a moment of sheer unbridled euphoria that this was exactly the thing I should be doing right, there right then. Maybe it was slight delirium brought about by sleep deprivation, I’d just climbed the fifth hill of the course and looked out over the countryside and my body felt like it could run forever. Of course, our good friend Mr Lactate soon tapped me on the shoulder and I was shuffling along with the best of them.
 
Team events are great, everyone gets to add their little bit to the mix. At the start of my first (double) lap, our team was a good 10 mins down on the leaders, and a I set out I made sure I kept it strong and controlled (aka Sunday Pace). I realised I was running well by the number of people I was passing, the hills were tough but manageable and the mud almost non-existent at this point. The cheering around the course was great, especially from fellow Striders – I really appreciated it guys, even though I didn’t really acknowledge it at the time – I’m trying to teach myself to keep focused whenever I’m racing. The second lap saw me catch up with the other Striders, taking us into the lead.

I loved passing the baton on, knowing that the next teammate was relying on me and I was relying on them – a big boost at 2:30am I can tell you! Because I enjoyed it so much, the course wasn’t a chore and the miles seemed to fly by.

At Thunder Run


It was during Thunder Run that I think I admitted to myself how far I’ve come in the last 18 weeks. The way I approach running – racing and training, has altered dramatically. The gains that I’ve made haven’t magically appeared as I often worried would be the case. It’s been down to consistent effort and putting the work in -You get out what you put in. I don’t mean to sound boastful on this, that’s not my intention.

I know I’ve got a reputation for being ‘slightly’ competitive. To be honest, it’s another trait that comes from my Rowing days. Whatever happens, I need to be able to hold my head up and know that I did everything in my power to help my team. I’m not going to be the one to let the side down, Ever.

How often do we say to ourselves “Oh I don’t feel like it” or “I can go out later”. If you don’t give yourself that option, make sure the day’s training is THE most important thing in your day, there’s nothing that can stop you from getting it done - and the next session, and the one after that.  At the beginning, a lot of these sessions may appear to you to be ‘slow’ or not at an intensity that will carry you forward, but they all feed off each other and build and build  to produce what the ‘magic’ really is - Training Effect.

The best way I can describe Training Effect is that it’s given me an Engine. I used to run in a style that could be described as “hard as you can before the wheels fall off”. Now, with experience of the different sorts of sessions, when I go out running (whatever the speed) I just feel so full of energy it’s unreal. It’s like there’s a Tiger or something growling away, ready to spring into action. That inner fire is a comfort, a confidence that helps in all situations- knowing that you’ve got energy to overtake that competitor in front, to nail that interval, to enjoy the bliss that is a 45 minute recovery run. With strength training/hills sessions, that fire only grows stronger and the training effect continues.

Training for the Autumn Half Marathon Season starts this week, just as I’m passing the 1000 mile mark.

Ladies & Gentlemen, Start your Engines....