Tuesday, 17 March 2015

Dee-lightful - Running the D33

So, the middle weekend of March arrived... that could only mean that the time for the D33 was finally here: and the real start to my 2015 racing season.
Just a gentle 33 mile out-and-back trot along the old Deeside railway; start in Duthie Park, get all the way to Banchory, then turn around and finish in Duthie Park.
The course, being an old railway line, is pretty flat; and therefore all runable. My previous ultras had all been hilly, so provided plenty of running breaks. I had to run all of this, and had no idea how I or my body would react.

A few of us from the Stonehaven Running Club met at Rustico on the Friday night before the race to gorge ourselves on pasta. Good food, great banter and excited talk of race times and strategies ensued.
A chat with Chris and we decided that we'd probably be going around the same pace, so we decided to run together for at least a while. This was based on a whimsical strategy of going faster than our marathon PB pace (we both run a 3h15-3h20 marathon, Chris being the faster runner), and just winging it... what could possibly go wrong?
So, the idea was to aim for a pace of around 4:30 min/km, which would have us finishing with an extremely respectable sub 4 hour time.

A couple of Peroni's with dinner helped calm the usual pre-race nerves and, once I'd laid out all my kit for the morning, it was off to bed.

With a feeling of intrepidation I left the flat early and walked the 3km down to Duthie Park. I had some uplifting tunes on the headphones and my legs were grateful to be shaking of the stiffness of a night's sleep.



I arrived at the race start, registered, and then set about preparing myself for the race. Despite the ability to use drop bags at the checkpoints, I'd decided that I was just going to have a couple of gels in my waist pack and a handheld bottle for water. I was definitely going light and fast for this one!
I met up with some of the Stonehaven gang and chatted the time away, before we were called to the start line for the pre-race brief.
I found myself standing side by side with Chris at the start, with no-one in front of us... we were going to be starting from the front, something I've never done before.

A quick brief, a countdown and we were off. Setting off far too quickly, I found myself inside the top 10 leaving Duthie Park! After the usual jostling for position, I settled into a steady rhythm catching up with Chris who had set off even faster than me.
At this point I was averaging 4:20 min/km. I knew this was far too fast, but I was feeling pretty good, so decided to keep going and see how long I could hold on for.

Some good conversation helped the time pass... Chris' knowledge of giraffes is second to none; exciting stuff!



I still had water, so ran straight past CP1 at Peterculter. The 10 mile point came and went in a new PB of 1h10m. Then the half marathon mark in a new PB of 1h33m (Forfar was a minute faster, but also measured short of a half).
I was still feeling pretty good when the halfway checkpoint appeared in just 1h56m. I was flying and well inside the sub 4 hour pace; I was also in 15th... but I knew that I wouldn't be able to keep it up.
A quick top up of the water bottle and I was heading back to Aberdeen.

One of the great things about this race is the out-and-back nature of it. You get to see everyone else who's running. Lots of smiling and familiar faces passed me in the opposite direction; a couple of high-5's and then I could concentrate on getting myself back to Aberdeen.



Pain and tiredness had started to kick in as I passed Chris heading back through Drumoak, but I dug in and got on with it. A handful of jelly beans at CP3 (back in Peterculter, and the same place as CP1...) before setting straight back on the trail.

I was spurred on by the lovely marshal at Peterculter station telling me that I looked really fresh, I felt anything but at that point but I guess I must have a good pokerface...
I'd really started to slow by this point and was struggling to break the 5:00 min/km pace, but still passed through the marathon point in a new PB of 3h15m.
On crossing Milltimber Brae, I had to stop for traffic so decided to take a walking break to get a gel down me. Chris passed me, and I had to endure the sight of his orange shirt just out of reach for the rest of the run... I'd spotted him checking over his shoulder a few times and he admitted at the finish that the thought of me overtaking him again had spurred him on to the finish... it's a good job neither of us are incredibly competitive!

I was back onto familiar territory now, and kept my mind occupied counting down the landmarks back into town.
Bieldside... Cults... Pitfodels... Garthdee... Under Anderson Drive... And then jubilation as I crossed over Holborn Street Bridge; I had this in the bag with just about 1km to go.

I finally turned into Duthie Park, and tried to maintain my composure as the crowd cheered me on to the finish line; I crossed the line in 27th with an official finish time of 4h13m46s.
Chris finished just over 1 minute ahead of me.
Here's the Strava link to my run

I was incredibly delighted to see my friend Karen bounding through the crowds to congratulate me on my finish. More so, as it turns out I was in a pretty bad way after I finished, and had to enlist her help to get me dressed in some warm and dry clothes. Thanks Karen!

All the finishers got an amazing jamjar lid medal and a custom bottle of beer (need to decide whether to drink that or not...) for their efforts.
A massive thanks to all of the volunteers, and George and Karen; without whom the race would never have happened.

So, a great day out. Definitely a race that's already pencilled in to my 2016 calendar. Maybe with some better pacing, I can get that sub 4 hour finish... And lots of positives for a busy 2015 of running!




Friday, 6 February 2015

The First First of the Season

I ran the Forfar half marathon last weekend.
I've got no idea why I entered it. Forfar isn't a nice place to go. 13 miles was too short this soon before the D33, so it didn't even fit as a training run. And I hate half marathons.

As the race wasn't far enough for me, I rounded up some troops on the day before and did a steady 15 miles around Fetteresso forest. We got caught in a blizzard, but it was a good run, a good LSR and I had a great chat with some new friends on the way around.

So, at 0700 on the Sunday my alarm went off and I got up. I only get up this early for work if I really have to. But on a Sunday, I got up, put on my running gear and started preparing for the drive down to my first race of the season.

I jumped in the car and, having collected a mate's girlfriend who was running too, hit the A90 southbound. The road was icy and all the way I was thinking "why the hell am I doing this? I need to run about 20 miles today not 13. The roads are pretty bad, we could just go home".
Anyway, we got to Forfar, got our race numbers... and then the red racing mist descended.



I had thought about just running around at a nice steady pace. But as I made my way to the start line, I found I'd positioned myself pretty close to the front.
And during the countdown to the start, I thought: screw it, let's see how fast I can do this.

Due to ice and high water, the course was shortened to around 12.7 miles (as opposed to 13.1 for an actual half). But I came home in 1h32m, and 36th out of 190.
That's a new PB for a half. I'm ignoring the fact that it wasn't quite a half... I'm taking the PB!
Taking into account the differing terrain underfoot, which included tarmac, mud, snow and ice, I'm pretty pleased with that. Especially so early in the season, and with 15 miles already in my legs from the day before.

So, what did I learn from this?

  • I can go faster (I still have fantasies of a sub 40m 10km, sub 1h30m half and a sub 3h00 mara)
  • I like racing... it brings out my (very) competitive side
  • The best way to prep for a half marathon is to run more that a half marathon the day before (*may not be true*)
  • And I have delusions of being something more than a mediocre runner
The last one's the tricky one, as I'm very much a mediocre runner and I'd rather I wasn't.
Oh well, back to the training plan, and looking forward to the next time I get to pin a race number to the front of my shirt...

Thursday, 15 January 2015

Destination Chamonix

What started out as a pipe dream, morphed into a conversation at Geneva airport, and turned into an excited email this morning.

My application for running in the 2015 TDS was confirmed this morning.
I'm scared.
This will be the furthest that I've ever run (119km), even with the other races that I'm running beforehand.
This will be the most climbing I've ever done (7,250m).
This will be, by far, the toughest thing I've ever done.

My immediate thoughts are that I'm not fast enough to beat the cutoffs. Why was I stupid enough to apply for the TDS and not the CCC?
I'm not strong enough to do all of the vert.
I'll be going alone, I'm not strong enough mentally to do it.
I've told everyone that I'm doing it, and I'll fail spectacularly in front of all of them when I DNF.

I may be many things. But one thing I definitely am is stubborn. I'm going to train like I've never trained before. I'll run further, faster, longer and higher than I've done before.
I'm going to do this.

Last year, when Kirsty made me run back to Chamonix from Le Buet, I picked up a UTMB course marker. Kirsty asked if I was going to keep it and use it as inspiration... that tiny red and white flag is in my hallway, it catches my eye every time I walk into my flat.
Inspiration? Hell yeah!

But apart from any of this; I already knew I was in so I booked my flights and apartment at the weekend...

Tuesday, 30 December 2014

What a difference a day makes

Time to pack the bags for my Christmas holiday, but first there was skiing to be had...
Scott and I headed up to Glenshee for a quick night ski to celebrate the winter solstice.

It was great to be out in the hills, my first real chance since recovering from the Dorset ultra.

Somewhere along the way I lost my car key though... Scott was driving, so at least we could get back to his (where my car was).
The problem was that my flat keys were in the car. And my suitcase and passport were in my flat. And it was already 1am. And I had to leave for the airport at 9am.
Thanks to Scott and Ryan, I managed to get into my flat and recover my car; safely tucked up in bed by 03:30, ready for the 07:00 alarm call!

So, after that just 23 short hours on 3 planes, and I was in Australia. Ready for some sun, sea, running, biking and general relaxing with Dave, Lara and Ellis.


So, what a difference a day makes...

Tuesday, 9 December 2014

CTS Dorset Ultra

This race came about for me on the back of a conversation with Kirsty at Geneva airport on the way home from experiencing the UTMB in Chamonix this year.
The conversation can be summarised as her telling me I could get sufficient qualifying points before the end of the year for a CCC or TDS entry; bear in mind that it was early September and, at that point, I’d never run more than 20 miles in one go.

So, I did the Lakes in a Day (50 miles through the Lake District) in October. Which got me 2 points.
And exactly 8 weeks later, I was stood on the start line for the CTS Dorset Ultra. 45 gruelling miles along Dorset’s “Jurassic” coast, which would get me another 2 points (assuming I finish it…).

Dorset’s a long way from Aberdeen. About 11 ½  hours on the train each way, to be exact!
I’d never been to Dorset before, so it was the ideal opportunity to get the points and to do/see something new (whilst getting a good run in too!).

0730 and there were nearly 200 of us huddled together in the December sun for the pre-race brief. And what a brief it was!... it went on so long that everyone was shivering in the frosty morning by the end and I, for one at least, was relishing the steep climb from the start line to get some heat in my body. I was soon going to regret those thoughts though!

Eventually, we were off up that steep rise. Then down just as severely as we went up. Then up and down 3 more times, and that was before we’d even covered 5km!
The ultra course was a series of loops passing through the event village each time. We first headed West from Lulworth, back to Lulworth, then a loop to the East, then the first loop again, then a shorter (10km) loop to the West to finish. 
So we ended up doing those first vicious climbs 3 times! We didn’t go above 190m all day, yet my GPS recorded over 3,100m of climbing during the course. It was brutal and relentless all together!
Here's my Strava record of the run if anyone's interested.

And here's the second hill:

The loops were the hardest part of the race. I started to hit a really low point around 40km in; as I passed through Lulworth (and the event centre) a few shouts of encouragement from spectators (mostly along the lines of “he’s doing the ultra, he must be nuts, keep going!”) lifted my spirits enough to head back out.
I then hit another real low at around the 50km mark, with the pain starting to get on top of me, and I ended up walking for quite a while.
A doctor, Peter, who noticed I was limping as he caught up, saved me; we ended up chatting and pacing each other nearly to the finish. I felt a little bad that I’d perked up sufficiently to drop him on the last climbs of the day; and my own shadow from his superbright headtorch behind me spurring me on to a fast finish. I must search him out via Google and drop him a line to say thanks.

In the run up to the race, I was a little bit concerned over the communication (or lack of) from the organisers. I shouldn’t have had any concerns; and on the back of this race I’d recommend an Endurance Life event to anyone.
There were 4 race distances (10k, half mara, full mara and ultra) all happening on the same course at the same time, and everything was really well organised and went smoothly.
Just after the half and ultra courses merged, someone asked me how far we’d gone. The look on her face when I said 35km done with 35 to go (she was “only” doing the half) was priceless!

We were treated to some amazing weather, with bright sunshine and clear blue skies, followed by a finish under a full moon bright enough to almost negate the need for headtorches.

My official finish time was 10hours04mins, leaving me 57th from 110 finishers (with around 55 DNFs). Pretty happy with that, but it would’ve been nice to slip under the 10 hour mark.
I learnt a lot from this, which I’ll take forward to my races planned next year; and that will hopefully include one of the races in the UTMB week. But they're the usual lessons that I'm sure most ultra runners learn: don't start too quick (I did), eat regularly (I didn't), etc.

So, as I sit here typing this, I’m sore, really sore. The bursitis in my heel that plagued me in the run up to this race is even worse, but I’m still riding the wave of the high from finishing.
I've got my 4 UTMB points, and now just need to decide which race to put an entry in for next year.

I’ll enjoy the euphoria while it lasts, and prepare myself for the lows that are likely to follow. Hopefully I can get back to running before too long, and then there’s Australia in 2 weeks to look forward to.
More hills!

Beautiful scenery




Tuesday, 2 December 2014

Musings on Marcothon 2014

I don't know the history behind it, but there's a thing called the Marcothon.
All you need to do is run 5km/3miles/25mins every day in December. Why that far, and why December, I have no idea. That's just what it is.
Anyway, I'm doing it. Being the competitive soul that I am, it didn't take much coercing to get me signed up.

It's day 2, and so far so good. I've run both days from work at lunchtime; 5.6km and 6.5km.
If anything, it makes a great distraction from the dark and gloomy days (both inside and out), so I'm glad I'm doing it.

What I didn't fully appreciate is that during December I need to fit in:

  • Life in general
  • A 70km ultra marathon (no problem getting the 5kms in that day!)
  • 12 hours each way travelling to and from the ultra on the train
  • 22 hours of flying to Australia for Christmas.
So, looks like I'm going to have to be a little creative with how and where I fit my runs in...
there's also the small matter of recovering from the ultra; the last one took me over a month to get over.

I'll have to get my thinking cap on.

Saturday, 29 November 2014

2014... the Story so Far

So, I started 2014 having never run more than a couple of half marathons, having only taken up running as something to do when I wasn't out on my bike.
I approached 2014 much the same as I approach any year. I'll ride my bike a bit, maybe enter a few races, and see what happens.

By the end of the year, I will have (or already have):

  • Biked much less than usual (but still managed a trip to the Alps)
  • Made running my main sporting focus
  • Run my first marathon
  • Run my first ultra marathon
  • Have run over 1,000km with 25,000m of climbing
  • (Hopefully) have enough UTMB points for either the CCC or the TDS next year
  • Have a sporting master plan for 2015
2015 planning has already started with 3 races already entered, and another 2 or 3 potentials identified. I'm definitely looking forward to, and excited by, all of the running that I'll have to do in training for those.
There's a few adventures in the pipeline too, and I'll be working hard to make sure at least some of them happen.

But before all of that, I need to rest and recover in time for next weekend's CTS Dorset ultra; 45 easy miles... along Dorset's Jurassic coast. That'll be the final UTMB points I need for next year's entry.
Since the Lakes in a Day ultra, I haven't run nearly as much as I'd have liked to due to both injury and various life events getting in the way. I'm feeling fairly confident though, over the worst of any injuries; and at the end of the day, all I need to do is finish.

And as long as I can still put one foot in front of the other, I'm stubborn enough to make that happen.