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This time last year I was growing my moustache and at the end of my tapering for my first ever 10K. That seems like such a long time ago and there has been quite a bit of progress this year*.
Of course I ran the Movember MoRun in Greenwich with a group of friends and raised money for Alzheimer’s Society in 2012.
This years run takes place tomorrow on a reconfigured route but I didn’t sign up for it as I believed I would be busy this weekend. As it turns out I cannot run as I have Sciatica so I won’t be doing any running for a while, let alone entering any races!
I can’t wait to get back out on the road running but it’s a way off yet as I am still having trouble turning over in bed, bending forward and walking for too long – it’s getting better but it’s a slow process.
This also means I will miss the Colchester Santa run this year which takes place in a week or so.
I have a couple of friends who are running the MoRun tomorrow and I wanted to wish Enda and Jon the best of luck for tomorrow. I don’t know if they are running in fancy dress but Enda Facetime’d me this week and he has a full beard so I am sure there will be some serious Mo action going on!
Best of Luck Enda, Jon and anyone else who may be running in Greenwich on Saturday – watch out for those hills!
*In a year my training has gone from strength to strength and I ran my first half marathon at the beginning of October.
This is a question I seem to keep asking myself.
46 days ago I was on top of the world and had completed my first ever Half Marathon.
During a trip to Luxembourg I picked up a bug and was out of action for a little while…
Now I am laid up with a bruised disc in my back 😔 What happened?
It’s damn painful and seems to be very persistent.
I saw the Physio last week who told me I should rest up but could work from home if possible, as long as I took it easy. Seems I did not take it easy enough, that coupled with several hours in the car this weekend and I am not much better than I was when my back went 😔 I had another assessment at the beginning of the week and he confirmed the swelling around my disc is just as bad.
The doctor confirmed this and as much as I was hoping to return to the office, I am off work, on painkillers and anti inflammatory drugs and feeling pretty crap. It hurts to sit. It hurts to walk and it hurts to lay down. Hopefully this will be sorted soon but of course it means I am not up to much at the moment and there won’t be any running for some time
Oh and I have had to miss two concerts (Woodkid and Fenech Soler) which I am really pissed off about. I do understand not attending is for the best as there is no way I could stand (or dance!) for a couple of hours on end. At the moment I can just about walk!
How can I go from being so fighting fit to this – what happened?
Edited highlights of my week:
- Tuesday wait for tube.
- Allow people off tube.
- Try to get on tube, get shoved in the chest and shoved to tube door by some bully trying to get off.
- Spent Tuesday feeling slightly winded.
- Tuesday evening empty the rubbish, feel a twinge in my back.
- Cough. Back goes out
- Had a crap nights sleep but was determined to head to work and London to spend the evening with friends at the Woodkid concert. I have been looking forward to this for months as he is performing with the BBC symphony.
- Wednesday in agony.
- Brufen doesn’t touch it. Heat pads only slightly help.
- See the (cute) Physiotherapist
- He tells me I have sprained a disc in my back and should rest.
- The concert is standing room only.
- I am breathless simply by lifting my rucksack.
- Have decided not to attend the concert and am heading home.
- Really really pissed off as I was so looking forward to the concert.
- I know though that I am doing the right thing. It’s still bloody annoying.
- I hope Paul and Enda have a great time and I expect a full report of the concert.
To the arrogant sod who shoved me on the tube, thanks for ruining something I have been looking forward to for months and causing me this much pain and inconvenience.
I am so disappointed as I have been looking forward to this for months.
Have fun boys!
I have not blogged about running for nearly a fortnight now and that is for good reason – I haven’t been able to get my trainers on and hit the road
The week prior to Luxembourg was very busy and apart from one night out with a very good friend of mine, the rest was spent working late or getting stuff together for our travels (traveling light is far more complicated than traveling with stowaway luggage!).
Whilst on the flight out to Luxembourg on Friday (after a very early start), we boarded the flight and I thought I would have a space in the aisle next to me as the flight was a third empty. Generally Richard (the plane buff), gets the window seat and I sit in the middle. Sadly a woman sat next to me and proceeded to fidget through the flight. She also insisted on coughing and sneezing for the whole flight.
Apart from this we had a very pleasant (and short) flight and found ourselves in the picturesque country of Luxembourg in around an hour.
Unfortunately I caught whatever the woman had and started to sneeze and cough my way through the weekend. I tried to ignore it but sadly it just got worse over the weekend. On the Sunday morning we stayed in the hotel as long as we could and had a quiet afternoon in Luxembourg (and the warmth of the Museum of Luxembourg) before heading back to the airport.
I am not sure if the added A/C from the flight back helped as I started to feel worse and hardly slept on Sunday evening.
I decided I was not too bad on Monday morning and went into the office – things I have to say weren’t great as I was aware mid commute that I was hot and a bit sweaty. It all kind of came to a head when I got back in the A/C environment of the office and my eyes started to stream, I sweated profusely, I was very bunged up and started to bark.
About fifteen minutes into my day my Director came over and told me to head home and sleep it off. Of course this is not a quick task for us as it takes 90 minutes to get home so I didn’t actually get back to the house until just before lunch.
I managed to pick up some medicine at the pharmacy and some food (we had nothing in as we were away), got in, had a small lunch and went to bed.
I then proceeded to throw up and the whole week then fell apart. I have been shivering, sweating and coughing like a mad man this week and whenever I think it is going it just seems to hit me again and again. Worse still is that Richard inevitably contracted it and we both have the same awful bug.
I was planning to head back to the office Thursday and had some grand plans to run at the weekend but that is not to be. I spent the whole of Wednesday night tossing and turning and for the third morning this week I have had to strip the bed and re make it as I sweated so much during the night (in fact I am doing this twice on occasion as Richard and I wake one another so we are sleeping in separate bedrooms!).
I spent most of last night feeling really sorry for myself and started to think about the running. I was thinking to myself how, on the 6th October (just 18 days ago) I was fighting fit and running my first ever half marathon – feeling on top of the world and now it hurts to move my head!
I honestly believe my running hiatus has been a contributing factor in all of this as I know in the past if I started to feel even the slightest bit sniffly a run would help clear my head and sort me out. Of course I am not advocating running with a cold as that is dangerous but I do believe that the extra activity is a great way to get the immune system firing on all cylinders. Missing my regular runs has allowed me to become susceptible to all the bugs and crap going around and of course I have not had the energy or resilience to fight it.
I am missing running and it’s been clear sunny days on the most part whilst I have been off– although it has become colder out. I won’t be running this weekend but hope that by the latter part of next week I can put on my trainers and get my legs moving and the blood flowing again. Hopefully this will be a boost to my system and this blip will be my only encounter with winter illness this season.
Fingers (and laces) crossed!
So today was the day and what a glorious day – the weather was very good and we were treated to a spectacular autumnal day.
I was more than a little stressed/worried en route to the bag check but there was still time for Richard and I to stop and take some photos of the phenomenal sunrise.
I joined the 2:30 group and was worried it may take 3 hours to get to the end because of how long ago I started to taper but once I got started I needn’t have worried.
The atmosphere and the buzz of the crowd really do help carry you but I was sensible enough to ensure that I did not run too fast and that I maintained a good pace.
I was ahead of my average pace for most of the race but was sensible with my splits and ensured that I had a couple of gels at the 50 minute marks. That and the ample supply of water and Lucozade, I was more than hydrated and fuelled enough for the run.
Richard and I stayed in town to enable us to be there in time for the start of the race (bag drop was from 7:30 am). We walked down from the Hilton in Queensway and made our way to the baggage area. Shortly after that we met Paul and then briefly Em and her boyfriend Liam.
We dispersed at that stage and that was the last time Paul and I saw everyone again. We didn’t get to catch Enda or Faergal at the start and by the time Paul and I completed our warm up (courtesy of the Royal Army) – it was already time to get going.
Well it wasn’t – we queued for a final pee stop but it took 30 minutes to get to the toilets. That’s my only compliant this year as I missed the start as I had just got to the loo. That’s not a big problem when 16,000 people as my group didn’t actually cross the line until 9:30 anyway.
There were runners of all shapes and sizes and as usual they were all very friendly.
The route was brilliant and I was privileged enough to run on roads that are usually chock full of cars in London. Running over Westminster Bridge in the road, down the centre of The Mall towards Buckingham Palace, up through Whitehall etc – all made for a very inspiring and fun race.
Here is the full race route – how many famous sights can you name?
I wasn’t completely ready for such a grand crowd but boy did it help! For the first time I had my name on my running top (thanks to the British Heart Foundation sending me the letters) and it was fun to run and hear your name. I tried to thank everyone who called out my name (Ian Waite from Strictly Come Dancing called out my name as I crossed the finish ) but to be honest I did concentrate a lot and didn’t hear everyone.
I have to say thank you though to:
- The blonde lady on the Embankment who gave me a very loud cheer and a smile
- The guy by Embankment bridge who shouted “go on my son” and as I turned to thank him, he winked at me
- The support team from the British Heart Foundation – I have never given so many high fives!
- All the other charity supporters who were great at getting you motivated
This really made a huge difference and I spent most of the run with a smile on my face.
I didn’t start to feel uncomfortable until about the 8 mile marker but to be honest it was nothing I couldn’t handle and even though my mid run maths was a bit dodgy I was determined not to stop running, not to walk and to do as best I could.
I was a little annoyed by tourists and Londoners who insisted on crossing in front of the runners (thanks for that) and by those who chose to walk whilst not moving to the side of the tracks but that’s all part of racing I guess.
I did set RunKeeper which (even though I didn’t think it did), actually did a great job of tracking my run and uploading my information to the web live. The Royal Parks App only seemed to work for a while but as Richard said this morning it had to fail given how it had to broadcast live updates of 16,000 runners!
I did see one celebrity – Norman Cook (Fatboy Slim) was decked out in his tracksuit heading towards the baggage area whilst smoking a cigarette – don’t you love superstar DJs!
I want to say a big thank you to Richard for supporting me through all this and for the late dinners and all the rescheduling of our weekends we have done to enable me to fit in all of my training. After all I even did some training in Vancouver! I could not have done it without his support. Richard has taken some brilliant photos from the day and even though I didn’t see him and Paul in the crowd on the home straight, he did manage to capture my progress perfectly. I love my baby x
I also want to thank Paul for all his training advice and support, for coaching me through my running and joining me on our odd lunchtime in London. Thank you so much Paul you are a star!
Thanks have to go to WalkJogRun whose Beginner Half Marathon training plan I used to get me up to speed and to the guys from Full Potential who were brought in by the British Heart Foundation to help the Heart Runners train efficiently and effectively.
And of course thanks to all of you for your support, your encouragement, for sticking with me and following my journey on the blog.
And last but not least thanks to everyone who has sponsored me in my efforts to raise as much as I could for the British Heart Foundation. There is of course still time to sponsor me but thank you all for helping me break through my target and raise a massive £1,365.65! Thank you all.
Here is a selection of photos Richard captured today
Three days to go until I run the longest race if my life. Longer than last years 10K, longer than the dreaded cross country run from school! But you know what? I’m looking forward to it.
Sunday at 9 am I will join thousands running in the Royal Parks Half Marathon in London and I’m doing it to raise money for the British Heart Foundation.
My sponsorship total is at a phenomenal £1,200 now but there’s still time to help me raise even more for such a worthy cause.
If you could, any amount you could offer would be fantastic. Please use my online sponsorship page to donate.
Hopefully by this time next week I may have completed my first ever half marathon – hopefully!
My blog has advertised my run ever since I signed up which seems like it was ages ago.
I am running the Royal Parks Half Marathon in London which takes me on a very scenic and iconic route through the capital.
For this run I have become a Heart Runner as I am running on behalf of the British Heart Foundation and would be very grateful if you could sponsor me.
The British Heart Foundation do great work and I am grateful and appreciative that they exist as they have helped myself and my family through some tough times when my mum has undergone heart surgery.
If you would like to follow my progress on the 6th October, the race starts at 9 am UK time. If you are in London why not pop along to the course and give your support? I’ll be the one in the Heart Runner red t-shirt and fluorescent green Nike’s
If you cannot make it in person then download the Royal Parks Half app and search for my name – from there you will be able to track my progress live via the chip in my running vest
Thanks to everyone for their continued support. I am sure I am in a good place to run and even though this tapering makes me feel uneasy and sometimes makes me doubt my abilities, I know that I can do it and with everyone’s generosity and kind words I am sure this will all give me a boost towards the finish line next Sunday.
Just when I thought I had this sleep pattern/jet lag thing sorted, last night goes and proves me wrong.
We both stayed up late (for us) and I had a cycle lesson this morning so thought that a decent night and a structured morning would get me finally back into the swing of things.
I didn’t sleep that we’ll at all and when I did nod off it was around 2:30 this morning. The alarm woke me at 7:30 as planned bit all was not well. As I just got off I was really disoriented, I didn’t know where I was (thinking I was in one of the hotels in Vancouver 😔 ) then went to get up and felt really dizzy.
I persevered and made my way to the bathroom but managed to clean my teeth and had to sit down as my head was spinning and I couldn’t focus.
I was angry and annoyed that this was the case and worried about the cycle lesson as I could barely stand let alone get on the bike in traffic!
I decided there and then to cancel the cycle lesson and head back to bed which is exactly what I did.
Richard got up around 8 (I think) and he was up around 3 again.
He let me sleep in and I thought when he came in to shower that it was about 9:30. Wrong! I woke up at 12:30!
We’ll there goes most of Saturday! I can only hope that this means my sleep pattern gets back to normal ASAP.
At least getting up this late means I should be awake and alert to enjoy tonight’s Eliane Elias concert!