Sunday, 28 October 2007
I decided I should run there this morning in the wind and the rain.
Foolishly I went off too 'fast' up hill and ended up with a sore back and not much running.
Ah well I went out.
Saturday, 27 October 2007
I tried to remember what we had been told about threshold sessions at TrailPlus all that time ago (can't find my notes, surprise, surprise).
Decided it was all about pushing harder then recovering - so I set up my Garmin to do some reps of hard running with recoveries in between.
Just 1 minute reps to start with and I did 5.
Overall 3.5 miles done and I certainly felt I had worked. Will need to do it again for the next few weeks and see whether I get some improvement.
Tuesday, 23 October 2007
It all began with a club outing last year – I didn’t go, but many of the club went to Mablethorpe, where there was a marathon, a half and a 10km.
Womble had arrived on Thursday evening and at the crack of dawn (well, before actually) we were off to the airport to fly to
First coffee with a fellow blogger who I had not met. We had a good natter about life, the Universe and running (and we also mentioned the Tri word from time to time – not for me you understand). It was so good to meet and chat.
And then to lunch with fellow WAISTer, Chuggie. She is an outstanding member of the WAISTer family – just the sort of person you need, she keeps track of what everyone is doing, knows who needs the hugs, who needs the cheers and pompoms. We really miss her when she goes on holiday. Anyway I went to her work place (and was very impressed, she had the biggest office in the corridor!). We had a lovely lunch, a walk through
Womble is a seasoned traveller and many-time visitor to
The hotel was pretty good – breakfast went on until 10.30 so no urgent need to get up early – which was good after our early rising the day before. And a good spread for breakfast – only downside no proper muesli – but otherwise lots of choice.
And then to registration. Jules and Mik from the club had booked the hotel and it was ideal, close to the tram route into town and only 25 minutes walk to the Olympic Stadium, which is close to all the starts, finish and registration.
After a tram ride into town we wandered around before settling on a great café, overlooking the Amstel river although the only non veggie at the table I opted for the vegetable lasagne, which was really tasty. More chat which included getting to know each other better and finding out a bit more about families etc. Eventually it was time to move on.
We went on a wander to look for the botanical gardens – which were worth the walk, particularly the glass houses – the butterflies and moths (?) were fantastic.
It also had a great cafe – so we had coffee and cake of course.
And then back to the hotel. Where we found more of the club crowd. Some of whom had been drinking since the airport first thing in the morning! We decided not to join the club on a jolly back into town for food – after all Womble had a marathon to run!
So we tried the snack bar in the hotel – panino and pizza were the two choices. We made do.
For reasons of logistics, the
There were dark warnings in all the bumf about the cut off times – 3 hours for the half, 6 hours for the full. I knew that that meant I had to run at an average of 13:44 pace to beat the cut-off. I also knew that in training I had been running well within that pace on my 6 mile runs, although our long runs had been slower.
I was distraught by now and turned down the offer of the bus and tried to continue. But I had lost time arguing and struggled to get going again. Although I continue for another mile or so I realised I was not going to get inside the time as I had lost so much. So I asked a marshal if there was a shorter way back to the stadium – but at this point I was almost exactly half way round and as far away as I could get. She gave me a map and I began to walk back – not using the route which would have been too depressing. Eventually I found a taxi who said he would take me as close as he could. So ended my Amsterdam Half marathon – in tears and my first ever DNF.
Another fairly leisurely breakfast and into town to the flower market – so colourful and lots of interesting plants. Actually the cacti specimens were better than at the botanic gardens! I managed to buy a few bulbs to bring home.
And other stuff which I didn't buy!
We found an opportunity for another take on coffee and cake before going back to the hotel to collect our luggage and make our way to the airport. Where we discovered the plane was delayed, first by an hour and then finally by two hours. Eventually we arrived at East Midlands where MrBeanz was waiting to take us home at last.
Everyone (and especially Womble) have been so kind and supportive. In fact I think I am fairly philosophical about it – nobody died.
And reading Steve Cram today, writing about all the English sporting ‘disasters’ this weekend:
Worst feeling in the world . . . until the next chance
......................But, for goodness sake, let us remember it is only sport. Life does go on, even though for the athlete those moments of defeat seem to encompass the world's end, at least for a while. Sportsmen and women grow up with defeat and learn how to use it to move on to the next success.
I look forward to my next chance at Brass Monkey and working out how to improve between now and then.
Thursday, 18 October 2007
So Tuesday morning I went out and dug the ex herb bed to rid it of marjoram which had taken over. I did not do more than about 90 minutes of work -not all digging - but since then I have had a slightly sore back.
So fingers crossed for Sunday please.
Sunday, 14 October 2007
Will all be over this time next week.
And we'll have the rest of the 'holiday' to recover.
Mmm what is there to do in Amsterdam I wonder?
Sunday, 7 October 2007
However I did post my Brass Monkey entry and FLM - but they are probably lost in the post office strike chaos and will both miss the deadlines.
I should have run this weekend but Grandmabeanz seemed to need a visit - several plaintive phone calls in the week. So after a long open morning at school I tripped over to see GB, and forgot my running shoes, I had planned to go out this morning. Ah well a lie in instead.
Now back home and I need to get on with work so I can fit in a run in the week.
Two weeks from now it will all be happening and I'll be worrying about the cut off.