Post #5


As you all know from my previous post, I am running The Longhorn trail marathon on the 23rd of this month. I knew my body wouldn’t take many miles to settle back into the pace of longer distances. I planned to get a steady twelve miler one evening after work on a local trail, then for the weekend, head over to Clumber Park for a good couple of hours out there.

There it was again, that hit only a junkie can relate too – to be out on a long run again is my fix. One thought my mind always drifts to when out on a long run is “the questions” others refer to when they talk about the distances of marathons and beyond. I suppose the nature of these questions are as unique as the individuals possessing these inner thoughts. Some talk of how they ask themselves, can they go back to work? or post on Facebook? that they failed to complete the task they set. Others have shared that they question what they have to give from deep within in order for them to finish or succeed in a certain time. I have still up until now wondered what my questions will be. This topic occupied my mind for most of my twelve miles.

Come Saturday morning I loaded the car ready for a ride over to Clumber Park to run for what was going to be my first twenty mile plus run in a while. I hadn’t given a fixed distance to run….I just knew I wanted to go out there for at least three hours so I could test how my stomach accepted different types of food whilst on the move. I had my usual energy gel’s, Harribo’s and cereal bars with me. (I also purchased a ploughman’s sandwich and some salty crisp’s to eat at an “aid station” stop at the back of my car).

I set off not feeling all that great – maybe I was starting to think of all this running as “training”? Now, I know from my previous hobbies, as soon as I start to think this way, I start to think about the results. And so, I did what I do in most situations of worry or concern, I ate something to cheery myself up. Thankfully it turns out I was just a little hungry since it was an hour and a half since my porridge back home.

Having established I was a complete pillock and admitting that to my pacer on her mountain bike beside me I settled in as usual. I was increasingly happy to know that I had no set route planned,  I just took a turn that looked the most remote and what seemed to be leading me farther from my starting point. After stopping every few hundred yards to allow people of horseback, plodding along, taking part it what seemed to be a “Sky Ride” but for horse owners, I stumbled across the Robin Hood Way and consequently a sign for Thoresby Hall. I decided it would seem only fitting to run out that way. I felt a great sense of occasion knowing I would be out in this area in only a matter of weeks to run my first official marathon.

Having reached the aid station (back of my car) I took on some salts, devoured my ploughman’s and a vast amount of salty crisp’s. I replenished my hydration bladder with water and soon after recharging with a coffee I was back on my way. This time heading out the opposite side of Clumber Lake to explore what trails lay ahead.

My Garmin bleeped signalling my first mile complete. This confirmed what I already knew and feared – Ploughman sandwiches are appropriately named! They are perfect if after your lunch you are going to sit back in your tractor and continue ploughing. The schoolboy error I had made was that I forgot when at the chiller choosing my said lunch, that I am not a ploughman, nor am I attempting to be! My body struggled to propel itself forward under the weight of my less than ideal choice of food. I made a mental note – “You want to be an ultra-runner, not a ploughman you fuckwitt!” 

A few slow miles passed and I suppose, on reflection, those grim feeling miles worked as a good resource to draw upon for when I’m feeling shitty and have to dig in to get my self beyond that point on race day. The latter miles all felt great, mentally I was positive and excited at the prospect of my up and coming events. I again confirmed I love to run long, and, more so in this environment, where speed simply does not matter.

With prior engagement’s for that evening planned I had to turn back towards my car. On the last mile or so back I felt sad my run could not go on into what was set to be a beautiful evening, but also overjoyed to have felt so good after what turned out to be twenty four miles. I packed up my car, slipped on my Birkenstocks and headed home and reflected on the day. I could only smile at the achievements and laugh at my fuelling faux pa. This was my sweetest fix yet and with all good hits – I only craved more!


Post #4

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I just wanted to give you guys a quick update of what lies ahead in the next few weeks. If you have followed the link from my Instagram account to here, you will have seen my post from Monday 27th March. Here I announced that I was twenty eight days from my first marathon and first real step on my ultra-running journey.

Up until now the furthest I have run is twenty three miles. On the day in question I had set out to run for two and a half hours minimum, but with my usual caution to the wind attitude, this plan was promptly scrapped at the hour and a quarter point. I said to my self “Well, nothing hurts and to be honest you’ve taken it steady, so lets carry on”  Long story short – apart from feeling famished at the end (Note to anyone using this as a potential training method; three energy gels, a handful of Haribo and 500ml water is not enough fuel!) my body felt better than after a hard 10K.

So on the 23rd of April I will be lining up at The Longhorn Marathon at Thoresby Hall. I did worry if this might give my identity away but I understand there will be some thousand odd other runners all doing different distances that day, so the chances of you guessing that I am actually who I am, is pretty slim. I suppose I should outline why I chose this event. Firstly it fitted into the schedule I had planned at the start of the year around my ultra, secondly and probably most importantly, is the terrain and setting of this event looked perfect. For those of you that are unfamiliar with this race, it takes place in the Nottinghamshire countryside around the historic Sherwood Forest. Knowing that everyone wants their “first time” to be special and memorable, to me it sounded like the an idyllic location for a marathon virgin such as myself, to pop my marathon cherry.

With less than four weeks to go my body and mind feel ready for the challenge ahead. A large part of me is approaching this as just a “test run” to see how my kit performs for a longer period of time, the other part realises that this milestone is a big deal for me and a lot of other runners all over the world, so I will embrace it as an achievement to be proud of. Although my ideas and challenges can be sometimes likened to the wet dreams of a sectioned lunatic, my preparations are never short of meticulous and methodical. I have come to the conclusion, from the experiences of others and my own, that its the small details that will get me through this first step and beyond. Something as simple as knowing that carrying my gels in a certain pocket of my hydration vest causes rubbing after two hours, but in another pocket all is well… are the kind of niggles I want to minimise on the day. Now a little bit of chafing I’m sure is to be expected but I know from lessons learnt, its the shitty little nondescript annoyance at mile five that really pisses you off and plays on your mind at mile twenty two, coincidentally right when you have just entered a world of misery and doom! It is this world I am trying to avoid at all costs, and so my preparation will be thorough.

Over the coming weeks I will keep you up to date with my preparation for this first race, from the miles on the trail, to the kit I will be using. If you guys have any questions or feedback then please leave them in the comments below and I will try answer them in my blogs.


Post #3

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I need to fill you in on the void between me starting to run again (Post #1) and today.

I didn’t jump from my first few gentle jaunts back to suddenly deciding “Yeah, that ultra-running game is for me! Where do I sign?” I mean, on occasions I have been known to conjure up some interesting plans – but I’m not a complete delinquent.

As I have stated before, running was just a way to get physically fit again. It quickly took a cathartic route I wasn’t expecting. Unfortunately in the office based job  I work in, it is somewhat frowned upon that during your paid hours of work you can’t just wander off outside on a sunny day – sadly I don’t work at Google, where this would probably be seen as some kind of “mind space” time. This kind of action would probably result in my boss handing me my P45, not a pay rise. And so, where the confines of my office drain me, I find myself excited to run. Was running becoming my therapy?

Without giving it the above label, escapism soon became the driving force behind my running. Naturally I wanted to pick an environment far removed from the urban surrounding of my work life, so I hit the trails. I found a running partner with a similar ability and desire to run. Now I didn’t always have to go solo and we could chew the fat about how living in the woods, with none of life’s modern distractions such as the internet would be bliss……oh the irony!? I never felt like not running, even on those evenings when work had been vile and it was pissing with rain, I still, never wanted to make an excuse not to run. I knew I was hooked!

I suppose, what goes hand in hand with escapism is the feeling to explore further, the new world you have found. This lured me down the path of distance! Soon I found fatigue was less present and my body coped with prolonged exertion easily. Curiosity to test my body to push farther than before and to run for a longer length of time became my addiction. This I feel was down to one rule I had set right from the start – no rules! No set time, set mileage or speed. Just run! With a prompt progression through the miles, I found that in two months I had tackled my first half marathon and felt euphoric at the end. I’d found my fix – Distance!

From this point on all I thought about and researched was to go further, to see what else I could find. Clocking up the 20 mile marker shortly after and loving every stride through the ever changing terrain the trail has to offer you.

Like with any junkie, my mind raced with the prospect of my next fix.



Post #2

It seems now, that I should share with you my reasons for writing this blog.
My intentions are to voice how I feel when I run, the journey I want my running to take and to offer an average person’s account of an age old pastime with a refreshing and sometimes embarrasing honesty.
If at this point you are thinking “Great! This shit better not get spiritual” then don’t panic! This isn’t going to be that kind of blog.
When I decided I wanted to run again my only motivation was to get moving outside. I knew I didn’t need to lose weight but feeling “fit” was something I hadn’t
felt in a number of years. At that point I never imagined how this obsession was about to grow.
But, it is worth noting that there is one part of my being that I am unable to change or remove…
The fact I can’t do things by halves.
So, I realised after a few of my early runs that the goal/target setting of the past wasnt going to fit the person I was today.
My external competitivness has all but disappeard. I have no interest in being the quickest or the pinnacle in my group, I honestly couldn’t care that someone is faster
than me over a 5K.
Suddenly I found myself at the start of a journey I never would have thought was my route.
Ultra Running…
Now my first hearing of this type of race was back in 2011 when a family memeber had entered the Marathon des Sables. As with most people (and some of you now) who didnt know what this was, I Googled it. After being a little bit sick in the back of my mouth I thought “He’s off his trolley that lad”. This time around I thought “I fancy myself some of that” albeit on a smaller scale for now!
I have always had an intrinsic interest to see what my body and mind will stand, until it screams enough is enough. It now seems I have found its perfect test.
I have read the reports and watched the videos of the numerous Ultra Marathons and become more attracted to these events. The surrondings and terrain are
a place I love to be already. Outside in the open space, free from the sense poluting surroundings we all live in today. The urge to run the road I drive too and
from the office everyday interest me very little, if anything that would serve as a reminder of what I run to escape from. The distance…Now I’m not saying that
26.2 miles isnt a fair old trek on your own two feet but to me its too defined already. What I mean by this is, it is too much of a known quantity for my mind to
want to take on without gettin dragged into the PB’s game. I mean you don’t hear of many poeple dressed as Big Bird from Sesame Street hammering round Mont Blanc
raising money for the local hospice do you!? So my question to my self was this Is just a marathon that much of a test?”. Ultra’s on the other hand seem to have no ceiling, it truly is in the hands of any race director to make their event longer, higher or in whatever brutal enviroment they wish.
So follow me on the trail to becoming a distance junkie.
Not all of my posts will be conforming to your normal training log.
They will simply be an insight into the highs and lows of my journey to becoming an ultra runner. I will share the details of an obsession – something that is beyond the average, in the hope that it connects with and inspires you, to push yourself a little bit further, than you ever thought possible!!