Yesterday was rest day so felt my muscles, legs and head were in a great place today. My initial thought was to do fartlek but as I started to run on the snow my fartlek plan became Torvil and Deans Bolero. So I opted for a nice slow jog with no other requirements.
Ran for 6 miles in 1hr 08 minutes, very very slow but giving conditions was happy for that.
Tomorrow I'm cross training on the bike for an hour and hoping to join shettleston harriers and glasgow club to improve my cross training. Friday will be a hill workout and sunday will my big run. Can feel the effects already on my heart lungs mental capacity and sore muscles
looking forward to seeing progress. but keeping my mantra "My Race, My Pace."
Wednesday 27 March 2013
Monday 25 March 2013
Pied piper of canine friends
I started off from milngavie train station this morning, for a run up mugdoch park. joining the WHW. I have not done training intensely and continuously for a long long time. Anyway to the matter ahead I resolutely took off at a nice pace not out of breath but heart rate up.
I was running and noted the obscure looks from old aged pensioners and commuters in milngavie town centre, Only when passing greggs did I get what they were talking bout. I was wearing a pair of adidas running tights I got given as a present/(Dare to wear). Bumbag with camelback water bottle. and cycling jacket. Gok Wan would have had a heart attack at my dress attire. But I was running, I didnt care and to be honest any guy who ran in a pair of shorts in that weather would come back to their original destination minus their bock and calls and be reassigned the name Linda.
Onto the WHW I went running with the snow at my heels and my glasses falling off my face. 1/2 a mile on the trail, I felt an urgent need to pee. I resolutely did what ultrmarathon runners do and found a bush. Only to hear to huff and puff of another runner coming from my back. OH FUCK!!!!!!!!! The runner just nodded his head and smiled the smile only runners who know what your going through and I knew what he was thinking "You daft twat you could have gone a wee bit further up woods."
Onwards and upwards I went through mugdoch park. I heard the pitter patter of feet behind me and thought it was my runner friend who understood my pee plight only to find my runner had turned into a chocolate labrador called Molly who thought it would be hilarious to put paw prints on my rear end and my lycra adidas tights. Her owner was calling her name to no avail. I had to put my uphill run on hold to take my new best friend back to her owner. I could only think how much I appreciated this dog for stopping my uphill assault on my heart and my lungs. Her owner thanked me and started walking in my direction again with me ploughing on uphill. When I reached the top of the hill and started to slow jog I heard the same pitter patter of feet, I turned around and found myself face to face with molly once again.
Her owner was around a quarter mile away from me by this time and despite her incesant calls to her dog, my shadow would not leave me. I threw stick after stick in the opposite direction to no avail. My shadow eventually got tired of me and ran back to her owner for a biscuit and a pat.
I was just about at the cross roads to go to drumclog car park when I heard my friend after me again. Only to realise I had picked up a new friend a German Shepard called Alladin. Huh!I know I thought the same about the name. Anyways Alladin went to find his genie and I took off again. My training took me to Milngavie Train Station to the loch before Carbeth. I dont run with a garmin or distance checker so think I did bout six seven miles in an hour and 20 mins not bad with my walk breaks and my friends who thought it was hilarious impprint me with their paws.
Day one training down. Tomorrow my cycle begins. I've decided to cross train at all costs. Wednesday I'll be Back on the trails yeha.
I hear John Knayston say on Podcast "Slow and steady wins the race" My mantra is "My Race, My Pace"
I was running and noted the obscure looks from old aged pensioners and commuters in milngavie town centre, Only when passing greggs did I get what they were talking bout. I was wearing a pair of adidas running tights I got given as a present/(Dare to wear). Bumbag with camelback water bottle. and cycling jacket. Gok Wan would have had a heart attack at my dress attire. But I was running, I didnt care and to be honest any guy who ran in a pair of shorts in that weather would come back to their original destination minus their bock and calls and be reassigned the name Linda.
Onto the WHW I went running with the snow at my heels and my glasses falling off my face. 1/2 a mile on the trail, I felt an urgent need to pee. I resolutely did what ultrmarathon runners do and found a bush. Only to hear to huff and puff of another runner coming from my back. OH FUCK!!!!!!!!! The runner just nodded his head and smiled the smile only runners who know what your going through and I knew what he was thinking "You daft twat you could have gone a wee bit further up woods."
Onwards and upwards I went through mugdoch park. I heard the pitter patter of feet behind me and thought it was my runner friend who understood my pee plight only to find my runner had turned into a chocolate labrador called Molly who thought it would be hilarious to put paw prints on my rear end and my lycra adidas tights. Her owner was calling her name to no avail. I had to put my uphill run on hold to take my new best friend back to her owner. I could only think how much I appreciated this dog for stopping my uphill assault on my heart and my lungs. Her owner thanked me and started walking in my direction again with me ploughing on uphill. When I reached the top of the hill and started to slow jog I heard the same pitter patter of feet, I turned around and found myself face to face with molly once again.
Her owner was around a quarter mile away from me by this time and despite her incesant calls to her dog, my shadow would not leave me. I threw stick after stick in the opposite direction to no avail. My shadow eventually got tired of me and ran back to her owner for a biscuit and a pat.
I was just about at the cross roads to go to drumclog car park when I heard my friend after me again. Only to realise I had picked up a new friend a German Shepard called Alladin. Huh!I know I thought the same about the name. Anyways Alladin went to find his genie and I took off again. My training took me to Milngavie Train Station to the loch before Carbeth. I dont run with a garmin or distance checker so think I did bout six seven miles in an hour and 20 mins not bad with my walk breaks and my friends who thought it was hilarious impprint me with their paws.
Day one training down. Tomorrow my cycle begins. I've decided to cross train at all costs. Wednesday I'll be Back on the trails yeha.
I hear John Knayston say on Podcast "Slow and steady wins the race" My mantra is "My Race, My Pace"
Saturday 23 March 2013
Hi
I think I should first introduce myself, I am a 33 year old neonatal nurse who lives in Stepps. I first thought of running the West Highland Way Race in 2009. I worked with a doctor who was doing blood tests on runners that year and I explained my goal. In my head I thought she would say "Thats a great goal to work towards." Instead her reaction was " YOU are thinking of running the West Highland Way! Hahahahahahahaha, hahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahaha."
I was 29 years old at that time, let me take you back 14 years. I was a fit teenager and unfortunately found tobacco, alcohol and women. I'll let you decide which one was more dangerous. My teenage years panned out as one long party right until my mid twenties. Which I resolutely enjoyed (May I add!). When I came out the other side I was 17.5 stone chain smoker with a insatiable appetite for kebabs and dominos pizza.
It was while working on a ward a young man called me a fat easter eggs with glasses, It makes me chuckle now. But at the time I was a had a first class ticket to Coronary Heart Disease and decided to take steps. And by that by that I mean steps. Any more than steps and I was nearly puking. So I started walkingg, then running and incorporating run/walk breaks. and now can quite easily run for an hour straight.
Let me explain, I am an inexperienced, disorganized runner who doesn't have a routine until now! I entered the Kilpatrick fell race in 2010, 3 stone lighter than the 3 years ago. However I had stopped smoking 4 days before and never ever done a fell race in my life. Needless to say I was last but I didnt give a shit. Anyway that was me I never entered a race again but kept up my exercise.
I put the idea of doing WHW race out of my head for bout 6 months but kept coming back and back and back. I'm not a superstitous person but when something won't leave you. you need to try. I volunteered for WHW to act as help in some way, either marshall or whatever in 2013.
I explained I am very disorganized unless I have something to work towards, so I took the plunge and entered the Strathspey Ultra in August. Now I know I have to train, bring it on. My training will be more structured with my aim being WHW 2015, and entering as many races as I can in 2014 in the SUMS races.
I have heard people who start to blog their exercise and thats what I intend to do.
Hopefully see everyone in the near future at races etc. All the best
Craig
I think I should first introduce myself, I am a 33 year old neonatal nurse who lives in Stepps. I first thought of running the West Highland Way Race in 2009. I worked with a doctor who was doing blood tests on runners that year and I explained my goal. In my head I thought she would say "Thats a great goal to work towards." Instead her reaction was " YOU are thinking of running the West Highland Way! Hahahahahahahaha, hahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahaha."
I was 29 years old at that time, let me take you back 14 years. I was a fit teenager and unfortunately found tobacco, alcohol and women. I'll let you decide which one was more dangerous. My teenage years panned out as one long party right until my mid twenties. Which I resolutely enjoyed (May I add!). When I came out the other side I was 17.5 stone chain smoker with a insatiable appetite for kebabs and dominos pizza.
It was while working on a ward a young man called me a fat easter eggs with glasses, It makes me chuckle now. But at the time I was a had a first class ticket to Coronary Heart Disease and decided to take steps. And by that by that I mean steps. Any more than steps and I was nearly puking. So I started walkingg, then running and incorporating run/walk breaks. and now can quite easily run for an hour straight.
Let me explain, I am an inexperienced, disorganized runner who doesn't have a routine until now! I entered the Kilpatrick fell race in 2010, 3 stone lighter than the 3 years ago. However I had stopped smoking 4 days before and never ever done a fell race in my life. Needless to say I was last but I didnt give a shit. Anyway that was me I never entered a race again but kept up my exercise.
I put the idea of doing WHW race out of my head for bout 6 months but kept coming back and back and back. I'm not a superstitous person but when something won't leave you. you need to try. I volunteered for WHW to act as help in some way, either marshall or whatever in 2013.
I explained I am very disorganized unless I have something to work towards, so I took the plunge and entered the Strathspey Ultra in August. Now I know I have to train, bring it on. My training will be more structured with my aim being WHW 2015, and entering as many races as I can in 2014 in the SUMS races.
I have heard people who start to blog their exercise and thats what I intend to do.
Hopefully see everyone in the near future at races etc. All the best
Craig
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