Wednesday 25 August 2010

OK, I think I get it now

Or 6(ish) weeks and counting

I think this might be the week (and a bit) that I finally got my head about the next marathon. I've realised that I was thinking too much about London, the training, what I was doing then and measuring myself against that. On Thursday's session at Scotstoun, I did a 5-mile tempo run at 7:20 min miles. Despite the frequent Scotstoun impediment of a headwind down the back straight and the shelter of the stand meaning no tailwind in the home straight, I felt it was crap "was going much faster than that when I was training for London", blah... Then I looked at the last tempo run I did before London, which had similar wind conditions, and it was 7:02 min miles. So perhaps it hadn't been that bad after all.

This has been an extended running week because a jaunt to Edinburgh for some culture, drinks and fun over the weekend knocked the long run back to Tuesday. In the gap over the weekend, I did some reappraising and realised that this isn't about London any more, it's about Le Mans. Rather than looking back and comparing everything I do unfavourably, I should be concentrating on getting the best, most sensible preparation in for Le Mans, at whatever pace I can manage. If I do that, he race will look after itself.

With this newly positive frame of mind, I headed out on the delayed long run on Tuesday, picking up an extension of last week's run to loop through Garelochead and bring it up to just over 18 miles. As the morning's rain stopped 10 minutes before I went out, the sun broke through and the temperature was pleasantly cool, it felt like things were coming together and it was the first run I could really enjoy for ages. I sailed up Glen Fruin and the hill at then end, then away towards Coulport. Only on the steep downhill into Garelochead did I start to feel the legs, and I gradually slowed along the lochside before the usual struggle up the hills to home. But I determined I wasn't going to let the pace worry me and I knew that this was the last long run with hills, as the rest will now be on the nice flat cycle path and canal towpath to Dalmuir.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to be repetitions with the lift from the playlist this week, because I used to Boss last week and I think I've also used this song way back in the London prep somewhere. But I gives me the chance to drag out some footage from the excellent London Calling DVD which, let us not forget, was recorded the night after this 60 year old man played his usual 3 hour set at Glastonbury. Think about the energy involved in THAT. Mainly, though, it's one of the all-time great concert openers, a good start to each run and features what's just about my favourite lyric...



"For the ones who had a notion, a notion deep inside
That it ain't no sin to be glad you're alive"

Love it

Week's summary: 4 runs, 37 miles: Long run 18.3 miles
Miles since entering Le Mans: 181

Sunday 15 August 2010

Getting there. Well, getting somewhere

Or, 7 weeks and counting

One last week of gently-gently build up is out of the way. Pain free (well, pain free in the areas that have been the problem) and a big step up in the longer run, so I've now committed to a proper programme for Le Mans. 7 weeks, in reality, is only going to be 5 of serious training to allow for some form of taper at the end - and even that's cut down from the usual 3 weeks.

So I sat down and charted a schedule - 4 days of running a week with a spin, a gym and a rest day. One run will be Tempo or speedwork, one recovery and one at target pace. Which means I need to decide a target pace - something that I haven't allowed myself the luxury of doing so far. Forget 8 minute miles for 3:30. 8:30 would be just under 3:45, 9:00 just under 4:00.

I'm feeling fairly comfortable running around 8:30 pace on short to medium runs, so we'll take that as the starting point. Worth remembering that this is over 30 secs a mile slower that I was running 4-5 months ago, but it's all so different this time. First thing, it's simply a matter of all the miles I've missed. At this stage for London I'd done over 260 miles - this time around 140. I just don't have the miles in my legs, and I'm not going to go mad by doing silly miles-a-week. Secondly, as I've mentioned before, I simply don't like the heat when I'm running and I reckon warm conditions leave me 15-20 secs a mile slower.

So, I'm being realistic. Conservative, perhaps, but at the moment it's about getting to the start and getting round in a reasonable time. 8:30 miles would actually give me a PB after my late-race issues in London, so at least there's a small carrot there.

The week was quite straight forward. Back to Scotstoun on Thursday for some speedwork - just two miles at 6:27 and 6:34, but also chucked in a 1:30 400m and a 34 sec 200m. Today was a big step up on the long run - something that is going to characterise the remainder of the programme - 20% a week increases with no real  chance to repeat. Chose a 15.5 mile loop round Glen Fruin, breaking off at the hill at the top of the Glen and looping round to the naval base at Faslane, before coming home along the side of Gare Loch and almost coming to a stop on the 2 mile slog uphill to the house.

It was an absolutely stunning day - completely cloud-free, sunny and very, very warm. Despite the discomfort, it was difficult not to enjoy being out on such a day. So I enjoyed it as much as I could, drank in the views, but spent some time cursing the hills that feature throughout the route. Legs were pretty much shot by the time I got home, but that's to be expected at this stage. 2:24 was about 8 minutes off the pace I'd done the route before, which wasn't bad considering the conditions (weather AND me!).

Musically, it's Boss Time. Been listening to a lot of Springsteen recently, so I'm going back to the playlist for one of the songs that's guaranteed to put a spring in the step and get a bit of air-drumming going.



So, there you go. Definitely doing this thing now, so better get serious about the training and preparation. Pass me another Sauvignon Blanc...

Week's summary: 3 runs, 26 miles: Long run 15.5 miles
Miles since entering Le Mans: 143

Sunday 8 August 2010

OK, let's try this one more time

Or, 8 weeks and counting...

This is getting close. Really close. When I left you last, I was under the physio (steady...) and trying to rest sufficiently before having one last bash at getting some training together. Well, I waited a further week and restarted the training at the start of this week.

Gingerly. Very gingerly. Having decided it's all about survival now, I did a very gentle 4 miles on Tuesday and was please to have no adverse reaction. Thursday saw a slightly more ambitious 8 miles on my loop round the bottom of Glen Fruin, but done in the opposite direction to usual to shorten (but steepen) the hills - uphill being the time the calf has been least happy.

Another thing I've been thinking about is my running posture. Something the physio said in passing, about leaning forward and "chasing the head" made me realise that's exactly how I've run. In reality, it's not something I've ever thought about - I just went out and ran - but given the strains running puts on the body and the inflexibility my joints and muscles have shown, I realised I need to actually concentrate on this. Hence I've been trying to be more upright - hips and shoulders back and try to keep the centre of gravity over the feet. No idea if it makes any difference, but at least the calf behaved.

Time for a further step-up today, then. Decided on the 13 miles over to Loch Lomond, down the Leven to Dumbarton and get the train home. Beautiful warm day with plenty of nice sun and  humidity. Lovely if you like that sort of thing. Not, if you don't. I don't when I'm running. But it was a nice steady plod at 8:50 pace, feeling comfortable with the general fitness, but the legs were quite heavy.

Think the general fitness has been helped by my new hobby, spinning. To the uninitiated this involves riding a static exercise bike until a state of exhaustion is achieved, using a combination of sprints, climbs and squats, accompanied by high-tempo music and a hectoring instructor. Oh, and a slick of sweat that put's BP's effort in the Gulf of Mexico to shame. It's messy. But fun.

Other than the general lack of running, I don't think the legs were helped by yesterday's day out, when Mrs T announced "why don't we do this (hands over guidebook...) walk up Ben Ledi". A brief glance at the salient points of the route description - 2883 ft, "strenuous", "steep", "exerting" - did make me wonder whether she'd actually read it, but anyway, off we went. It was a lovely walk, not particularly strenuous, steep or exerting. I thought. Others differed. If you Google "Ben Ledi slowest ever ascent" I think you'll find us. But as always with hills, "down" puts a lot more strain on the legs and they were fairly tired by the time we got back to the car. Not too tired for a swift pint in Callander, mind.

Anyway, the run got done, there were no adverse side effects, and I just about seem to be in a position where I can try and put together an abbreviated programme for Le Mans. Which is about all I could have hoped for if I'm honest. Going to take a pragmatic approach and build the long runs up by 2-3 miles a time, get some tempo and speedwork done and a couple of other runs each week. I'm NOT going to go mad and try to cram in all the miles I've missed in the last 8 weeks. I'd just get injured again, and that would be the end of it. So more miles, sensibly done, this week and we'll see what happens.

Music. Hmm. Getting quite excited about the imminent appearance of the new Manics album, which is getting great advance copy. The last three have surpassed each other and if this first single is anything to go by "Postcards from a Young Man" is going to be even better.



Oh and, of course, the opening night of the supporting tour at the O2 Academy in Glasgow. I'll be there...

Week's summary: 3 runs, 25 miles: Long run 12.9 miles
Miles since entering Le Mans: 118