Perfect end to a rubbish week of running...

After last weekend's 10K race I felt sure I would honour my commitment of sticking to the weekday program of 3-5-3 runs but as we've seen so many times before I wormed out of every one convincing myself that I'd make it up tomorrow. Well Saturday arrived with 3 miler on the calendar, quickly followed by Sunday with a 9 miler in it's box but today I managed to get my act together and get out! I planned on doing the 9 miler but it was such a beautiful day on the Curragh and I was feeling so good that I added the yesterday's missing 3 miles and ran 12 miles. It was a slow run of 2:09:55, that's an average pace of 10:50 minutes per mile, but it was more about time on my feet than speed.

Now... starting this week I am totally committed to sticking to the plan: weekday short-medium-short and weekend medium-long runs, that's 5 runs a week... seriously I'm going to stick to it!!

Mondello!

Had a fantastic day learning how to race around a track in race prepared Mazda3 and a Formula Sheane, it's amazing how much you can push those cars and how well they stick to the track! My best lap time was 1 minute 10, apparently not bad for a beginner and at the risk of blowing my own trumpet it was the best time in my group...

Crookstown Motorway 10K

This morning was cold and wet... and I mean REALLY cold and very wet! Oh... and windy, lots of wind.... the unhelpful blowing in the wrong direction kind of wind and as this run was along a closed motorway I didn't expect much shelter along the way. I arrived an hour early to collect my number and travelled by motorcycle, my only mode of transport these days. Having an hour to wait and not having a warm car to shelter from the many elements I made full use of tented facilities around the start area, my favourite was the refreshments tent with it's endless mugs of hot tea... but a price was to be paid for that 5 minutes before the start!

The run started on time and everyone quickly warmed up during the first kilometer. I concentrated on keeping a steady pace, I knew I wasn't going to break any records but it was going to be close. The drinks station was close to the half way mark where I walked for a moment to drink some water but for some reason that totally knocked me off my stride; whether it was walking, drinking and a combination of the two I don't know but I struggled for the next few kilometers.

I crossed the line in a respectable 56.30. Amazing to think that a year ago getting under an hour for a 10K was massive, now it's to be expected...

Here's the map and details of my run: http://connect.garmin.com/activity/18228908.

Barcelona training... week 1 of 18: 3rd weekday run...

... didn't happen BUT that's OK. the oul legs feel tired this morning and I reckoned that it would be better to do the weekend race (Saturday) and long run (Sunday) than get the 3 miler in this morning... makes perfect sense to me!

Barcelona training... week 1 of 18: 2nd weekday run...

... lovely early morning run, up with the birds and out at 6am. I wanted to make up for yesterday's poor effort and stretched the 5 miler by and additional 1/2 mile. Nice easy pace or about 10 min/ml, just concentrating on getting the legs used to running after such a long break.

Tonight or tomorrow I have a 3 miler, the last weekday run this week. I have the Crookstown Motorway Run to look forward to this weekend, followed by an afternoon of fast cars on Mondello race track!!

Barcelona training... week 1 of 18: 1st weekday run...

... should have been a 3 miler but I only managed 2 miles before giving up, pathetic I know but I should doing a 5 miler tonight to keep up with my schedule so perhaps an easy morning wasn't a bad thing!

Barcelona training starts...

... not this morning at 6am as hoped but sometime today. I've got to stick to the plan; there's a 3 miler on today's card and it's got to be done! I'm challenging myself to stick rigidly to the plan; every day has to be ticked off, every run has to be done and if I let it slip for even one day I know it'll keep slipping...

Lanzar-hottie

Just back from a week in Lanzarote, one of the Canary Islands. Great week, stayed in a lovely hotel by the sea, hired a car for the week and toured the entire island while managing a few days by the pool or on the beach. That's the good bit...

As to be expected there were a few hiccups along the way. The first was on day one, in fact hour one... After checking into our hotel we took a walk along the main street, I was sporting a fashionable pair of flip flops that I had worn with uber comfort earlier that year. Something must have change between then and now because after 20 minutes of strolling I felt a flip flop strap on my left foot agitate the skin near the toe next to my big toe... that's a lot of wordadge to say that they were no longer comfy!! Choosing to ignore it I got back to the hotel with a mother of a blister, not what I needed a week before the marathon.

The days that followed were fantastic,;half day at the pool/beach here, half a day pottering around the island there, a submarine trip, the odd museum and occasional gallery with a volcano just for laughs. What could possibly go wrong?

Two days before the end of the holiday was hot, very hot and we left the balcony door open for much of the evening. It never occurred to us the some tiny winged beasts might sneak in attracted by the light inside but that's what explained a high pitched buzz that I heard whizz past my ear as I turned out the light. I immediately turned on the light... it had to be a mosquito, I couldn't see it but I knew it was there. What do you do? Well I got up and tried to find it for a while to no avail. Perhaps it had gone? Maybe it had flown out under the door, they're tiny little things after all. Besides, what damage could it do? With only a few days to the marathon the worst it could do would be to bite my big toe!

Next morning I woke with a swollen big toe... the bugger had read my mind and gone for something that I really needed to run a marathon with. Now I had a healing blister and a massive mosquito bite on the same foot, if someone was trying to give me a message I can think of less painful ways...

The next morning I woke with an ear infection... another message? The flight home was on time and passed quickly. When I got home I had to decide if I was going to run. The marathon was in two days and I was feeling rotten, my head felt like it had been stuffed with an over inflated rugby ball. I decided to give it another day. Next morning I woke feeling just as rotten but I really wanted to run so I decided to give it a few more hours, the expo closed at 6pm that evening and that was the last chance to pick up my number.

As the clock ticked towards 6pm I knew I wouldn't be fit the next day and accepted that it wasn't to be. Never mind, there will be plenty more. In fact I have started planning for the Barcelona marathon in March. All the training I had done for Dublin should make my Barcelona training easy, just got to stick to the plan... and this time I'm moving from a novice to and intermediate plan which only allows one rest day per week, yikes!!

Is it that the time already??

I've been going for my pre-marathon long run for quite some time now but somehow circumstances have have prevented me from getting on with it. The fact that these circumstances are entirely within my control is... well, OK... I know, no excuse! With the marathon in less than 2 weeks... time is running out and I really should be tapering off not thinking about running 20 miles. The longest I have run for this marathon is 13.1 miles (GNR and Dublin 1/2 marathon) and while I have been running faster than ever this year I do feel that I need the time on my legs that a long run will give me. However, I have no more time as running such a long distance so close to the race would be counterproductive.

So, no more thoughts of long runs! I'm off to Lanzarote next week for a weeks vacation and will bring my trainers for 4 short runs. Hopefully the marathon will be yet another faster than expected race in 2009, joining my brand new personal bests in the 5K, 5 mile, 10K, and 1/2 marathon distances... not forgetting the oddly measured (but possibly my favourite) 9.2K forest run in Boitsfort, outside Brussels.

Donadea 10K

The second Donadea 10K was a struggle to get to let alone run having polished off an excellent bottle of Chateau de something or other that night before but run it I did and in record time too!! I crossed the line in 54 minutes 8 seconds (coming in 262th out of 523 runners), that's an 8:52 pace! Not only that but for the first time ever I won a spot prize when I crossed the line!! The prize was a cut and blow dry from a local hairdresser... I wonder if they're trying to tell me something??

Here's the run: http://connect.garmin.com/activity/15751011

Demographic shift...

Today I moved into a whole new survey category... bye bye 25-39.... hello 40-55...

Rathfarnham 5K

My best 5K to date is 25:03 (Malahide) and I really wanted to beat that today. The course was perfect for a fast run and the weather couldn't be better. I was running with Seamus who wanted to run it in less than 20 minutes and I thought that if I kept up with him for part of the race I'd have a good chance of beating my own PB. As it turned out the only time we spent together was at the start line because as soon as the starting gun fired he was gone. I ran the first mile very quickly, possibly too quickly as I felt tired for the remaining 2 miles but the previous evening in Harrigan's drinking Eridinger may have added to my wows.

I finished in a good time, 24:43 which is a new PB. I met Seamus later and he ran it in a blistering 19.10! I wonder if I'll ever be able to run that fast? The way things are going perhaps I will!!

Here's the race as I ran it: http://connect.garmin.com/activity/15622401

Dublin City Half Marathon

This was the 3rd race in the Dublin marathon series. It's been less than a week since the Great North run in Newcastle where I had tried to beat the 2 hour barrier for a half marathon but failed. I was going to give this race everything and try to beat 2 hours again.

I started off as I intended to finish with a brisk but reasonable pace of 9 minute miles, consistency being the key to long distance running. I felt really good from start to finish and kept an eye on my pace to make sure I was sticking to it. It paid off and I finished in 1.58, that a shiny new PB!!

Finally I have broken the 2 hour barrier... next challenge will be the 4 hour marathon barrier, that's looking more like a possibility with every race!

Here's my race: http://connect.garmin.com/activity/14823331

Arthur's Day

A pint of the plain is your only man!

Sent from Brogans pub on Arthur's Day, just before the excellent Jerry Fish & the Mudbug Club AND the even more excellent Undertones entertained us for the rest of the night... We should have an Arthur's Day every year!!

Newcastle to Newbridge

The journey from Newcastle to Holyhead was a lot easier than getting to Newcastle a few days earlier, perhaps the first trip provided some essential rear conditioning!

Although I left Newcastle early I stopped off to say cheerio to Paul in his shop and then to sample some excellent cherry crumble in Kerry's equally excellent school... OK it was actually rhubarb crumble but I couldn't resist the linkage. While I found the school alright the only door that I could see turned out to be a locked back or side door, but it had an intercom and it didn't take long for one of the students to open the door for me. He was very helpful and offered to bring me to reception but his teacher opted to give me directions instead. His offer, her overrule and why they were both in the corridor were explained as I walked away when she resumed lecturing the boy on his behaviour, homework, and the list went on.

I was so impressed with the school. At risk of sounding ancient it's literally a world away from the school I went to where we spent the first two years in temporary prefabs that are probably still there and the main school was little better! The facilities for the kids and teachers in this school are magnificent, it's hard to imagine how it could be improved. After a brief tour and a little lunch I had to go, time was ticking and I had to get to West Yorkshire to see Yvonne and James before heading South West to Holyhead for 9pm.

I had only 30 minutes with Y&J but as I hadn't seen them for years that was never going to work so well over an hour later I was back on the bike and up against the clock. As I approached Chester the petrol light flickered on and from previous experience this machine never lies. Luckily I noticed a sign for Services quickly followed by a sign for the next main exit. I assumed they were separate exits and all the evidence point that way as I approached the main exit where there was literally no sign of the Services, but as I whizzed past I noticed a really small Services sign... bugger! I had no option but to carry on to the next exit and either turn around or find a petrol station at that exit. It turned out that latter option was my only one as this exit brought straight onto a motorway bound for Chester. This was not good, the petrol indicator was down to single digits, pretty soon I'd be running on vapour. Taking the next exit brought me into Chester where I was sure I'd find a petrol station nearby but it took several miles by which time the reserve tank was virtually dry.

With a full tank and directions to the A55 I was back in the road but seriously late, that diversion added 30 minutes onto my journey and as I was running late before that comedy moment I was now in danger of an over night stay in Holyhead.

I calculated an ETA every time I passed a road sign, assuming a 100 km/h speed I would arrive at 9.30 and as the ferry was due to leave at 9.30 I was understandably concerned. As I left Chester behind the road opened where I spend a lot of time on the far side of the speed limit up to make up a little time. Somewhere after Holywell the speed limit increased to 70mph or close to 120 km/h which made all the difference, I was gnawing away at the ETA's with each sign I passed. Passing Bangor I was down to a 9.00 ETA but roadworks on Anglesea stole 10 minutes but I made it to the ferry all be it just in time!!

The ferry crossing was very rough and although I was hungry I decided not to eat to avoid a possible repeat viewing. We docked in Dublin 20 minutes late but at that time of night the ride home was quick and I was tucked up in bed by 2am.

Great North Run

Last night Paul had warned us that the forecast was sunny with a high of 20 degrees C, useful info to have before a long run but only useful if remembered and as my memory is marginally better than that of a gold fish it was no surprise that I forgot to slap on some sunscreen this morning which ensured that we had some extra comedy moment later that evening.

Getting to the start line we uneventful, which is always a good start! There were over 56,000 runners converging on the starting area which ran between two exits and used both carriageways of an urban motorway. Every runner had their own colour coded number that corresponded to a baggage bus which would meet us at the finish and a pen (not to write with but to wait in), each pen was separated from the next by an 8 foot fence so once you were in you were staying in! I left Kerry at her baggage bus and we agreed to meet at the finish, however we forgot to suggest a meeting place or time, how hard could it be to pick someone out of a crowd of 56000?

Having deposited my bag I headed for my pen which was about mid way along the queue so not a bad spot! Once inside I had a 20 minute wait for the official start time but our MC was doing a good job keeping us entertained with music, warm up leotard guy and the occasional amusing story. With 5 minutes to go I felt what I thought was someone behind me playing with my hair, when I turned around there was no one there... then I felt it again so I thought it might be a fly and tried to brush it away. Ouch!! It suddenly crossed my mind that it could be a wasp or bee as I realised that I had been stung in the palm of my hand. Getting to the start line may have been uneventful but being here was quite a different story.

The sharp pain of the sting slowly eased as numbness spread across my hand. I had never been stung before and had no idea what reaction I could expect. Would it just hurt for a while? Perhaps my hand would swell up, people might think I was running in fancy dress - like a carpenter, they're handy aren't they? Or maybe people might think I was running for a little known "massive hand" disease? What if it affected me else where?? I could have a heart attack? That would be a bummer, I hope I'd have time to tell the paramedics that it was a bee sting induced heart attack and not an unfit fat git induced attack!!

Just as these terrifying scenarios were racing through my head the MC announced that the lead singer with the Police, STING, was going to fire the starting pistol to start the race. You couldn't make it up and I had to laugh, and out loud much to the bemusement of the people around me. I thought about explaining myself but it would have sounded daft...

As promised, Sting started the race and we were off. I quickly forgot about the other sting and quickly got into the 6.55 mph pace set by my Garmins' virtual partner which, if I stuck to it, would mean a sub 2 hour half marathon. It took us about 15 minutes to reach the Tyne bridge and as we approached there was no sign of the Red Arrows, they usually do a fly past and I felt a little disappointed but I needn't have been because half way across the bridge they came screaming across the sky right over our heads... wow!! For the first few miles all went really well even though it was hot and the sun shone constantly. I took full advantage of shower tunnels to cool down even though they only lasted for a few seconds, any relief from the heat was welcome.

At about mile 10 my virtual partner abandoned me and left me behind but I did my level best to keep up. I crossed the line in 2.03, while not my best it was still a great time!

The comedy continued as I realised that I had no way to find Kerry, our "see you at the finish line" arrangement was beginning to show it's flaws as thousands of runners crossed the finish line behind me and there were thousands ahead of me. The phone networks were jammed and text messages were taking an age to get through, you could forget about getting a call through. I made straight for the baggage bus, got my bag and changed while the Red Arrows performed their amazing display overhead. I was awestruck, and amazed that everyone else wasn't as amazed as I was... some people were wandering around oblivious to the awesomeness that was happening right over their heads!! After the display the networks seemed to clear and I got through the the others and all was well!!

Here's my race: http://connect.garmin.com/activity/13866599

Newbridge to Newcastle

This was to be the first trip overseas with my motorcycle and would involve a few major hurdles! The first was particularly difficult: packing the night before and getting up at the unbelievably early time of 6am to catch the first ferry of the day which, to my complete surprise, I managed to do without any tears, bruises or accidents... well there was one little accident but it was unrelated and probably would have happened anyway!

I made it to Dublin Port with about 20 minutes spare, so that's early for me. I checked in and boarded the ship without queueing, and joined 4 other motorcycles at the rear of the car deck. Although I had worked on ferries during my time at University, for something like 5 years, and knew what to expect this was my first time on a ferry with a motorcycle and I wasn't completely confident that all would be well. But all was well; the deckhands helped me get the motorcycle into the right position and lashed it safely to the deck for the journey. They parked me beside another 1200GS, but this other one was the adventure model with all the extras making my motorcycle look like a poorer cousin, a handsome but poorer cousin... It even had the GPS system that I really want but can't justify the outrageous price tag.

I made straight for the information desk to get a WiFi card where behind the desk was a colleague from the HSS ferry that I spent most of my "ferry" time on. It was great to catch up on all the news from Holyhead, who's doing what and where they are now. We were chatting for the best part of two hours and I had just enough time to check my email before we docked in Holyhead.

Getting back to the car deck the owner of the 1200GS Adventure was powering up his fancy GPS. Not only did the bike have all the extras but he was wearing all the best gear too, I was starting to feel like the poorer cousin... Getting off the ferry was a big tricky; the deck was very wet, very smooth and consequently very slippy. I had a few "moments" where both front and back wheels lost traction, the kind of moments where you could instantly lose weight! I managed to make it off the deck keeping the rubber side down and quickly made it out of the port and on the old road to Bangor.

From what I saw of Holyhead it hadn't changed much apart from the new A55 dual carriageway that crosses the island of Anglesea and Holy Island into the heart of Holyhead. I was on the old A5 for a nostalgic ride across Anglesea, a road the I must have travelled hundreds if not a thousand times during my time in Bangor.

I took the road to Menai Bridge and the back road to Bangor passing what used to be one of my favourite pubs - the Vaults, today is has a giant shamrock bolted to it's walls with a dancing leprechaun surrounded by the words "Paddy's Irish Pub" or something like that. I was going to stop to take a photo but it was too sad a sight. With a tear in my eye I took a left at the thankfully unchanged Belle Vue pub towards the main University buildings before snaking down hill to the city centre.

After a little pottering around town I headed east towards Llandudno to call in on a former class mate and then continued east to Chester. I had planned on visiting more people but time ran out and I really had to get out of Wales and get to Newcastle for 7pm.

From this point on I was travelling on dull motorways, passing Manchester and around Leeds before heading north. It was already rush hour and I was a long long way from Newcastle but ever the optimist I was convinced that I'd be there no later than 7.30pm, maybe 8pm at a push... what could possibly go wrong?

Eventually I began to see signs for Newcastle but it was already 8pm and I had something like 50 miles to go. With something like 20 miles to go the road split, one on the right led to the Tyne tunnel and the other to the left was the A1 to the airport. I took the latter which was, of course, the wrong one. I should be heading for Whitely Bay on the east coast but the A1 brought me to the west side of the city, it was only when I passed the point of no return that I pictured a map in my head and worked it out. But, ever the optimist, I reckon that it would be easy to find my way through the city and find signs to the east coast.

I found signs, lots of signs, but none going my way. There were many moments when I had absolutely no idea where I was or which direction I was going, then I'd see a sign for something the I recognised and there was hope before I fell off the map again, wandering aimlessly until the next sign.

I had a feeling I was moving eastward the long way around but it was just a guess as I really had no idea where I actually was. Then, out of the blue, I passed a "Welcome to Whitley Bay" sign... I was so relieved. I felt I had crisscrossed the city so many times that it was only a matter of time before I came across Whitley Bay, and here I was! The next challenge was to find Kerry's street, that took another 30 minutes!! It turned out that I had passed close by several times but eventually I arrived, some two hours later than advertised!

The entire 620Km journey too a massive 8 hours 25 minutes, I reckon the next big purchase for the motorcycle will be a GPS... it may just save what little is left of my sanity!!


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Rantastic...

I think there's a little more to riding a motorcycle than getting to the top of traffic queues... I think we all have an awesome responsibility regardless of which mode we use; bikes, cars, horses or feet. There are gobshites in every category: some pedestrians don't look, observe traffic signals or use crossings; most cyclists don't observe traffic signals; some motorcyclists have appalling lane discipline, fail to signal and have little regard for other road users; most motorists fail to look properly at junctions, when opening doors and changing lanes.

BUT I do believe most people care, they just don’t understand how their actions can affect others until something happens, but by then it’s too late. It’s not all the peoples fault, our (Irish) attitude to road safety is terrible but it has become the social norm and as such it’s perfectly acceptable, here. Everyone else is doing it so why shouldn't I?

I have witnessed countless situations where a cyclist has stopped at a red like only to be passed by other cyclist breaking the red light and you can almost see thought process “why have I stopped, nobody else bothers...” and they carry on through the light... it’s wrong but it’s hard to blame them!

We have to change the way we think as a society, we have to remember that we’re surrounded by people just like us, we have to think that we’re all important and we have to accept that if you’re late you’re late, don’t ruin someone’s day because you can’t organise yours.

I have been riding a motorcycle for years and ride it everywhere but I am far from an expert. Every time I do a safety course I’m am reminded of how deadly travelling can be but I’m pretty sure the vast majority of people don’t get that, we don’t do road training here. Once you pass your test you’re finished! Stats show that 92% of those involved in motorcycle crashes never had formal training... NEVER!! That is shocking!!

How many cyclists or pedestrians have done a safety course? Good question... but a better question is where can a cyclist or pedestrian do a safety course???

OK, rant over; I need to do some work...

Midweek Run #2

All day yesterday my feet felt a little uncomfortable and when I got home last night I realised that I had several blisters as a result of that morning's run. I was wearing the same trainers that I used for Gael Force 6 and I was fine then so I guess something had changed between then and now, perhaps they had shrunk or lost some flexibility as a result of the thorough soaking in sea, bog and river water during that event. They were only little blisters but perfectly positioned for maximum discomfort... bless them.

This morning I was up early and eager to get a long run in but had to consider the risk of exacerbating my blister condition! Risk considered and I was off, running a total of 8.59 miles in 1 hour 22, that's a pace of 9:28 min/miles or 6.33mph and a lot slower than yesterday!

My poor little tootsies were feeling the pain and I think the best thing to do is rest until the race on Sunday to give them a fighting chance of recovery and hopefully beat the 2 hour barrier this time!!

Midweek Run #1

This should have been a 5 miler but as I have been seriously slacking recently I upped (real word, honest) it to a little over 7 miles. Like all of my best decisions it wasn't a conscious one... I had a bit of a Forrest Gump moment and just kept going. Just before setting off I did have the impending Great North Run in mind and set my trusty Garmin virtual partner to 6.55 mph, at that speed I'd finish the GNR in 2 hours.

This morning I ran the 7.32 miles in 1:03:12, that's a thoroughly respectable pace of 8:38 min/miles or 6.95 mph. According to the ever optimistic fetcheveryone predictor thingy that pace would see me run the GNR in 1:57:07 and a full marathon in 4:04:12... I don't think so!

On tomorrow's list is an 8 mile race pace run but considering how little I've been doing recently I'll try to push that out to 10, maybe more.

Great North Trip...

I have just booked ferry tickets for my trip to Newcastle and as I'll be taking the 1200GS I'll have to think carefully about what to pack... hopefully I can get away with just the two side panniers, I'd rather not take the top box!

I'll be landing in Holyhead on Friday morning. It's been a few years since I've been to North Wales and it'll be great to be back. I'm especially looking forward to travelling through Snowdonia on the bike... that will be a real treat!!

Malahide 5K

This new race worked through the grounds of Malahide castle, see http://connect.garmin.com/activity/12692223 for location and route. Based on my lack of training during the week it came as a complete surprise that I would run well and it can as an even bigger surprise that I crossed that line with a new 5K PB of 25.03!!

Gael Force 6... stage 6

Our downhill jaunt came to an abrupt end as we swung left onto a semi-off road track that took little time becoming a fully off road track. There was no way my road bike could handle this terrain and I had to walk while the occasional mountain biker flew past me. This was where the mountain bikers caught up with the normally faster road bikes. This off-road bit was only supposed to last for 200m or so but someone miscalculated as it ended up lasting for 2K. The road got so bad in places that we had to carry our bikes but after climbing the Reek this was easy.

Eventually we reached a gate with a decent road surface on the other side. There was a sense of urgency as we felt we had lost so much time. I was in a group of about 15 cyclists, most of whom were in front of me, when on a downhill stretch one cyclist skidded suddenly and lost control. She came of her bike and ended up on the road but some of the following cyclist didn't have time or space to avoid her resulting in at least 3 other cyclists coming off. I was OK and pulled up to assist getting bikes of the road. We heard another crash behind us, I think it would be safe to assume that this stretch will see more than its fair share of accidents before the day is out.

Back on the road everyone was more cautious. After a few more kilometers the narrow rural roads began to give way to wider, safer carriageways as we got closer the Westport. The final straight was filled with excitement and for once in a race I felt a surge of energy as I put everything I had into moving those wheels as quickly as possible. Passing through Westport House gates was fantastic, we were almost home an the crowd was growing in number and enthusiasm .

After 12.5km of cycling we were filtered into a separate lane that led to a bike park where we dropped the bikes and ran the last few metres to cross the finish line on foot. What a feeling! That was the hardest thing I have ever done, harder than a marathon for sure. It took me just short of 7 hours to complete (06:57:11) and I came 1639th out of 2084 , not bad at all!!

My trusty Garmin lasted the entire race and, like myself, ran out of stream a few minutes after crossing the finish line as the battery gave up it's last spark. Here's a link to the entire route: http://connect.garmin.com/activity/11789048

Gael Force 6... stages 4 - 5

The transition from stage 3 to 4 took an outrageous 15 minutes. It was a chance to take a breather, eat and get some dry socks on before the first cycling stage. I only had one pair of footwear (running shoes) which were covered in mud, peat and thoroughly saturated; if I do this again a pair of cycling shoes will be top of my list of essentials.

At first my legs didn't mind the switch from running to cycling but the long down hill start to stage 4 probably had a lot to do with that. All good things come to an end and the fast down hill spin soon gave way to a very gradual but very long uphill climb that seemed to go on forever.

The route to Croagh Patrick (or the Reek) was rural, beautiful and as you'd expect from unbeaten paths the road surface was varied but luckily cycleable, if indeed that is a word. We cycled up some challenging hills and down some hair raising descends with very little level grounds to recover on. Occasionally the Reek came into sight as we rounded some corners or reached the crest of hills with uninterrupted views of the mountain. At first it looked like an insignificant spec in the distance but it grew in size and scariness with each sighting. The 32.5km stage took a massive 1 hour 58 minutes to complete when, exhausted, we parked the bikes and looked up in horror at the sheer scale of the mountain we were about to climb.

Stage 5 began with a dash across a timing mat and a hand full of fig roll biscuits. Normally I hate the taste of fig rolls but I guess my body decided that I badly need them and switched off my taste buds because I couldn't get enough of them.

We had an open field to cross before we reached the mountain. There were no tracks to follow, the the footsteps of earlier runners with ditches, streams and bog holes to navigate. It was difficult terrain to cross but it paled into insignificance when we reached the mountain.

The terrain continued to be boggy and the angle of accent was surprisingly steep; it was 1:1 in places and with no solid surface to walk on it was very, very difficult. Couple all that with exhaustion and the fact the we were only starting out assent it was hardly surprising that despair quickly set in. I'm sure everyone devised their own strategy to keep going, mine was simple one more step and try not to look up or down. It worked for the most part but every so often I had to stop and ask why, why were we doing this. That question was painted on the faces of climbers behind me, there were a sea of expressions from desperation to determination, frequently on the same face. Looking down at what we had achieved did feel good. However, looking up at what we had yet to climb was crushing and I'm happy to admit it brought a tear to my eye on several occasions.

After a hard climb we reached the pilgrims path, this is a well travelled rocky path that runs from the outskirts of Westport to the summit. Here we met a stream of pilgrims of all ages moving up and down the mountain. Although relieved to reach the path we were still quite a distance from the summit. At this point the climb became a scramble as the gradient seemed to become more extreme the higher we got but this part of the climb was the easiest and not having to battle through a near vertical marsh was something of a relief.

Eventually the faint outline of a building came into view and I knew the end was nigh! There is a small church at the summit which marks the end of this gruelling climb. There were some race stewards handing out coloured bracelets as proof that we reached the summit. I had to sit down and rest for a bit but couldn't stay long as the cold thin wind cut through me like a knife.

The return journey was so different, while not easy it was a lot easier than the torturous assent. As I climbed down I could see a track that seemed to run down the side of the mountain we had climbed up but it looked like it would take us way past the starting point so it may not be any good. When I got to the track I decided to take it and when I drew level with our starting point I left the path and headed straight down hill, through the near vertical marsh and bog. When I reached level ground again I met some surprised runners who wondered why I had taken the direct route, after all the path snaked around to here... bugger! It turned out that if I had looked at the map I been given at registration that path would have been the obvious choice for both the assent and descent. It would have been a much longer route but the effort would have been halved, oh well!

Stage 5 came to an end after 4.5km of the most difficult terrain I have even crossed, it took a staggering 1 hour 50 minutes to complete and I was so, so happy to get back on that saddle for a free wheeling downhill start to stage 6

Gael Force 6... stages 1 - 3

I managed to get 4 hours sleep which is what I need for a normal day, but this being an extraordinary day I probably could have done with a little more. After a massive bowl of porridge (oatmeal) and a last minute kit check I was on my way to Westport House.

I was part of the second wave to leave this morning and when I got to the departure area the first wave participants were already boarding their buses. Everything seemed to be running smoothly and my bus to start line departed on time at 6am. Most of the journey was familiar after last night's adventure and we reached the start line a little after 7am. After a few announcements from the organisers and a trip to the open air loo for me were were lined up for a 7.35am start which, again, happened bang on time!

The race is split up into 6 stages (that's the "6" bit in Gael Force 6) and the first stage was a run to the kayak stage 12km away. We started by running off the beach which sounds lovely but the beach happens to sit a sea level which means that straight away we're running uphill. This uphill bit lasted for quite some time and I really felt tired when we reached the crest of that very, very long hill but at least the running surface was firm. As we started to descend the copious amounts of liquids consumed before the start had caught up with me and I took the first opportunity to "off load".

Massively relieved and feeling a lot lighter I rejoined the race refreshed, until I reached a bright red arrow pointing towards very high, very steep and very rough looking hill. The assent very uneven and a little wet but I reached the top without any comedy moments. The decent could have been a different story as most of the water seemed to be hiding on this side of the hill, the terrain became very rough and there were huge bog holes and muddy puddles to navigate. Initially everyone put a lot of effort into avoiding stepping into water but that soon changed as one by one everyone had slipped and slid into bog holes and streams by the time we reached the bottom. Views of Killary Fjord were stunning as we descended but I didn't get much time to enjoy them as most of my energy was focused on maintaining and upright position, unlike many of my companions who had more than their fair share of comedy moments.

Upon reaching the bottom we had a fairly firm track to run on for a few hundred meters but before we reached a paved road the track disintegrated into an obstacle course for about a kilometer. We completed the 12km of hard cross county running in 1 hour 28 minutes before we made it to the shore of Killary Harbour where our kayaks awaited.

As a non-swimmer this stage, stage 2, worried me the most but it turned out to be the easiest one, perhaps the additional buoyancy of salt water made it easier to move through when compared to the freshwater we trained in. We flew across the 1.6km harbour in a little over 10 minutes where we crossed from Co. Galway into Co. Mayo.

On this side of the harbour stage 3 began with hard work to get across more bog and rough terrain for about a kilometer or two before getting reaching a paved road where we had another couple of kilometers to run before picking up our bicycles This stage was entirely up hill which made it extra special. In all we ran the 3.5km stage in 26 minutes.

Stage 4 was the first cycling stage and I had no idea how it was going to work out as I hadn't cycled in a full year. There were two major concerns; legs and arse! My legs were well used to running but cycling uses a different set of muscles and I had no idea how they would react to 32.5km of constant and extreme use. If you've ever seen a professional road racing saddle you'll understand my rear end fears, the saddles are so tiny that sitting on it is the last thing you'd want to do with it but I'm assured that with the correct attire they're quite comfortable. We'll see...

Gael Force 6... getting there

Friday afternoon and I'm trying desperately to get out of the office but somehow everything unpleasant managed to hit the fan at the same time! 2pm was my planned departure time but the powers that be had other plans. How can so many emergencies happen at the same time and why don't I learn how to duck out of the firing line. 2.30pm became 3pm and I was no closer to getting out. Eventually all fires had been put out and I was outta there and on the road at 4.30pm, just before the rush!

The drive to Westport was long, but it's always long especially as we have to travel through Roscommon; the longest county in Ireland! Although not strictly true it does seem that way as it seems to take an age to travel through. It's like the county that time forgot as, when crossing the border from any other county, straight wide carriageways seem to buckle and twist as if roughly reshaped to suit the landscape of Roscommon’s rolling hills and valleys. Roads seem to meander aimlessly around the county and often you get the sense that you're travelling backwards as the sun circles above you. I am convinced that the hospitality industry resist any infrastructure development as weary travellers are worn down by the gruelling drive and are forced to stop to eat, drink or check their sanity.

We were no exception and stopped in possibly the best looking restaurant in Ballaghaderreen. Unfortunately it turned out to be the worse restaurant I have even been to for food and hygiene; two things I think most people rate highly when it comes to eating!! The cafe looked inviting from the outside and at first glance it looked modern, new and comfortable inside with no expense spared on decor. Books and covers sprang to mind as I made a visit to the loo and had to battle through a dense wave of foul air. The toilets were kitted out with the most impressive and modern accessories, but obviously nobody told the cleaners they were there. Returning to my seat I started to notice dirt and grease everywhere from the water jug to the kitchen door. Unfortunately we had already ordered and decided to stay; perhaps the food would be good. Why did I think that? It was terrible! I ordered carbonara, what I got was a plate of penne pasta and olive oil (in equal measure) with a sprinkling of bacon and something that looked like cheese but really had no flavour so it was hard to tell. For the first time in my life I only ate half of my meal, normally I lick the plate clean but I could feel a coronary coming on the more I ate and I had to stop. On the up side they did make a lovely cappuccino, I guess every cloud does have a silver lining!

It was getting late and we were keen to get back on the road again. Within 30 minutes or so we slipped out of Roscommon and into Mayo where the road straightened and for the most part lost its roller coaster effect. It was close to 9pm before we arrived in Westport but we still had a lot of driving to go get to the registration area in Delphi, South Co. Mayo. After another 40 minutes driving we were getting close as more and more bicycle carrying cars joined our route. Then, just as it looked like we had arrived, we hit stationary traffic. It was dark, really dark, and although we knew we were close we really didn't know far away the registration area was and nobody around us knew any better. Some people started to assume it was just around the next corner and decided to park their cars along the road side and take their bikes the rest of the way. After much debate our questions were answered by a passing official whose advice was to sit tight and drive up to the registration area when the traffic clears, it was quite some distance and the car park was empty. This turned out to good advice as the traffic started to move and we drove what turned out to be a significant distance to the registration tents. we parked close to the tents and I had to visit a number of desks to submit my medical declaration, get my kit checked, get my timing chip and so on. Then out into the mud to label my bicycle and position it in the transition are for tomorrow's race. It had been raining nonstop for the last week or so and there was little the organisers could do to prevent the bike station turning into a mud bath. It was so muddy that some people had gone barefoot to the bike racks while others with better planning skills wore wellington boots and walked carefree to their racks. I thought I could get away with it but as I gingerly tiptoed towards my bike rack I could feel the mud seeping into my shoes as each step I took sunk a little deeper into the mud. Having extracted myself from the mud we had a long drive back to Westport and home for the night. It was already close to 11pm with a 40 minute drive ahead of us. I had to be up no later than 4.30am to get fed and dressed for the day, then travel to Westport House for my 6am bus to the start line.

Frank Duffy 10 miler

This is the annual 10 miler that forms part of the Dublin City Marathon series (5, 10 and 13.1 milers). I wasn't really sure if I was ready for this race having, yet again, failed to train during the week and on the day I arrived a tad late but one of the benefits or riding a motorcycle is that you can park fairly close to the start line.

As I parked the bike I heard the starting gun go off and the race was really on to get across the start line before they dismantle it. I had to get my riding gear off, store it in the panniers and get my running gear on. I had to run along the starting corridor and pin my number to my shirt at the same time; I'm not know for multitasking but the mixture of sharps pins and running resulted in several minor pricks that I could have done without...

Out of breath and already feeling tired I think I was last to cross the start line. I had set my trusty Garmin virtual partner to run the race in 1.32 which, if I kept up, would give me a new PB for a 10 miler. I struggled through the first 2 miles, passing a lot of walkers, joggers and eventually the slower runners. Once I caught up with the runners I started to feel better, must be a pack thing.

The rest of the race was tough and I pushed hard to keep up the pace. But it paid off and I crossed the line in 1:32:58, a new PB!! According to fetcheveryone.com my marathon prediction based on that run is 4.17 but it's hard to predict what will happen after the half marathon stage, especially after 20 miles.

Gael Force 6 is next on the list!!

14 miler!

After a 2 week break (for no good reason) this run was an effort to catch up on lost training. It turned out to be a very slow 14.35 miler, running it in a little under 02:37, that's an average pace of 10:56 min/mi!! I did start really fast which is always a mistake but I always do it when I run on my own, my best pace was a ridiculous 5:54 min/mi!

Guitar Lesson #5

Last class tonight and we're down to 4 students. After the usual revision we got stuck into plucking and strumming!!


Tonight's ditty's included Konckin' On Heaven's Door (Eric Clapton), Brown Eyed Girl (Van Morrison), Heart Of Gold (Neil Young) and Redemption Song (Bob Marley).

Tonight's takeaways:

• Even more strumming techniques
• A short into to a vast array of new chords including E, Am, Dm, A7, E7, D7, G7, C7, F, Am7, B7...
• Yet again... sore fingers!!

No good excuse...

... but I do have a bucket full of really bad excuses for not running recently. My last training run was over a week ago, that's asking for trouble... it may be early days but from experience every training run counts!!

Guitar Lesson #4

After a fairly soggy ride to the class I was relieved to find that my guitar case was, as advertised, waterproof. Tonight's class was very exciting as we were introduced to the tricky art of fingerstyle which is what I'm really interested in, or at least that what I consider to be the most difficult and flexible style of playing. After some revision and more on rhythm we go stuck into plucking!!

Tonight's ditty's included Ride On (Christy Moore) and Good Riddance; Time Of Your Life (Green day)

Tonight's takeaways:

• More strumming
• Fingerstyle
• More Capo
• Cords: C, D, and Em... oh and A!
• Yet again... sore fingers

12... errrrrr 14 miler

Yes, did it again... this weekend run was supposed to be a 12 miler but in my bid to avoid "making up" distance at the end of the run I took the scenic route around the Curragh. It was an enjoyable run, I felt good the whole way around even on the two occasions when the heavens opened up and drenched me. The final distance was 13.71 miles which I ran in 2:21:11, that's a slow but reasonable pace of 10:18.

U2-tastic

I never was a big U2 fan and have never had the urge to see them live before but last night's concert in Croke Park (Dublin) was awesome. I'm not one for drama but it was infinitely better than I thought it might be, the stage alone was incredible... it managed to do what all the marketing bumf claimed it would do by "establishing a physical proximity" where "the band is just sitting in the palm of the audience's hand". The entire stadium felt connected to the stage as its' claws reached out into the crowd... nowhere to be seen was the traditional outdoor concert appearance where the stage is stuck in one end of the stadium flanked by stacks of speakers.

This stage was closer to the center of the stadium and having no defined front or back it was surrounded by the crowd. The biggest feature turned out to be the cylindrical video screen which was positioned high above the band for the first half of the set and in the second half it expanded down like a giant concertina to form a dramatic cone of light that flooded the stadium and projected the performers outward.

"We have some magic, and we've got some beautiful objects we're going to take around the world, and we're inside that object."

Last mid-week 3 miler

For the first time in ages I have stuck to the plan and ran all three mid-week runs, if I keep this up I may even get close to a 4 hour marathon in October.

This morning's run was early (7am) and I ran a little over 3 miles in 27 minutes, that's a little under 9 minute miles and right where I want to be. Next is a 12 miler the day after the U2 concert in Dublin... something tells me I may be pushing that one out by a day... BUT it will be done!!

Lunchtime 6... errrr... 3 miler

Yes, the other way around today! The plan was to run 6 but on the treadmill I could only manage 3 before boredom set in and I switched to a bike. You can't beat the outdoors!!

Guitar Lesson #3

After a two week gap we're back in the class room. A few faces missing tonight, I hope they haven't given up. I was late and missed the first 10 minutes, arriving just as our teacher began to inspect our homework... DAMN!!

Tonight we focused on rhythm, and how to keep it flowing... and like most things on this course it wasn't easy but there lies the challenge! Tonight's ditty's included Wonder Wall (Oasis) and This Year's Love (David Gray), and after our performance we've got a lot of work to do before next week's class.

Tonight's takeaways:

• Even further strumming
• A little more plucking
• Using the Capo
• Cords: Em7 and A7sus, with a brief into to C, D, and Em
• Sore fingers

Lunchtime 3.. errr... 4 miler

Working from home today I could nip out at lunchtime for my first midweek run. I had 3 miles on the schedule but didn't notice my distance until I had travelled 2 miles. I finished having run a little over 4 miles in 36 minutes, a nice brisk pace.

Yawn...

An odd thing happened this morning... every time I woke I thought it was a little earlier than before, as if time was going backwards, and the really weird thing was that all the evidence supported that logic...radio, clock, etc. It was so convincing!!! And yes... I woke up late...

Adidas DCM 5 miler

I had 11 miles on my schedule for today and as today's race was 5 miles I though running 6 miles before the race would be a great idea... add that to the 5 mile race and I'll have done my 11 miler!! However, that brilliant plan scuppered due to several beers the night before, severe lack of sleep and training but above a complete absence of the will to do it... in fact the will to live was struggling to get a look in as I tumbled out of bed this morning.

Before setting off I had to fix the panniers to the bike to store my motorcycle gear while running. A major benefit of riding a motorcycle is being able to get closer your destination, frequently right beside it! This was the first time I had taken the motorcycle to a race a I wasn't sure if was practical but when I got to the Phoenix park there were quite a few other bikers getting their gear on, or off, and some getting their grove on but I think they were foreign (just a guess as they were tanned and attractive, not typical Irish characteristics).

The race started late, but we all expected that. I ran the first half mile at a pleasant pace with a fellow fetchie before taking off to catch up with my virtual partner who was fixed on a 40 minute time. I ran at what I thought was a fast but reasonable pace, I didn't want put everything into the first few miles only to lose it later in the race. I really wanted to beat the magic 40 minute barrier but I crossed the line a second over 43 minutes, while not what I wanted it was a really good time and I'm very happy with it.

We spent about an hour at the finish area eating, chatting and making plans for later and by the time I got back to my motorcycle stretching had completely slipped my mind. It was during dinner later that night that I remembered but a busy restaurant is not the place to be throwing legs over shoulders so tomorrow I will surely pay the price with a pair of aching legs...

Germans...

... or specifically German Engineers really do say what they mean! My motorcycle (German as it happens) has a neat feature that counts down remaining kilometers when the petrol level
drops below one quarter. I had the pleasure of seeing it in action this morning when, on the way into work, petrol was getting pretty low and by the time I arrived at my office it had only 2 kilometers in the tank. As an optimist (others may use more colourful descriptions) I took that as 2 kilometers and a bit extra... you know, a little bit extra just in case. That evening the first thing on my to-do list was getting to the nearest petrol station.

Luckily, I thought, it wasn't far... literally down the road. Unluckily it was a pretty long road which turned out to be 2.5 kilometers. As I approached the 2 kilometer mark and within sight of the petrol station the bike slowly lost power and gracefully glided to the road side. It was amazing... as the counter rolled from 1 kilometer to 0, at exactly the same moment, the bike ran dry.

I put the side stand down, put my helmet and gloves into one of the panniers before I stated to push. I knew this bike was heavy but after a hundred meters it started to get very heavy, and got even heavier and heavier with every step. After negotiating a major junction and two sets of tram lines I made it to the petrol station where I one last obstacle to scale, a short but sharp uphill ramp into the station. After a final big push I was in.

Never again will I second guess anything this motorcycle tells me! I've learnt the hard way that there are no if, buts or maybes... it tells you the way it is and that's that, ignore it and you will be sorry! I'm off to re-read the user manual...

Guitar Lesson #2

With 3 cords, strumming technique and a firm but proper grip on my guitar I was looking forward to the next installment. There were a few comedy moments but that's to be expected. After strumming and a reminder of our 3 cords we were introduced to the next trio; G, Cadd9 and Dsus4. Once we'd mastered those we were making music, of sorts, by playing along to Sweet Home Alabama but it would be fair to say that Lynard Skynard did a better job, but only just.

Apart from sore fingers I am really enjoying this course, a lot more than I thought I might.

Today's takeaways:

• A re-tuned guitar
• Further strumming
• A little plucking
• Cords: G, Cadd9, and Dsus4
• Sore fingers

Achill Half Marathon 2009

Last year if you said to me that I'd be running the Achill half marathon this weekend I'd say you'd be right... and you are, clever thing! This is my third Achill run and every year I run a better time, thankfully this year was no exception.

We drove across Ireland to Keel (the race start, finish and HQ) the night before the race to pick up our race numbers and decided to get some food once we've got the race pack in the bag so to speak. Big mistake... Keel is not known for it's late night culinary offerings and, as we found out, neither is Achill Sound or Mulranny (now spelt Mallaranny) where all kitchens seem to close at 9pm and as our accommodation resembled a building site and only had a microwave oven for cooking our options were limited.

Later that night after a couple of tasteless re-hydrated pasta packs, ham sandwiches that tasted more like chicken and a warm cup of tea (or so it said on the box) we sat on our upturned crates and planned for tomorrow's events.

The day started out overcast and a little chilly which meant no need for sunscreen, but that gradually changed as the race went on. The first mile was nice an easy, I ran it in a little over 10 minutes before stepping up the pace a little to just beyond my comfort zone. I was going for a sub 2 hour half marathon and felt that I could do it this time.

Around mile 5 it dawned on me that I obviously have a selective memory as I climbed yet another hill having told everyone that there was only one significant hill at mile 9. The sun started to shine and the odd brief shower cooled us down, a curse in disguise as my skin baked in the sun.

As expected, mile 9 was the start of the dreaded hill... it was steep and very, very long which probably explains why it stuck out in my memory. After "the hill" the remaining terrain was undulating all the way to back to Keel. I didn't quite make it in under 2 hours but I did come close, the official time was 2:02:36... the one to beat next time!

The lack of sunscreen and the surprise appearance of the sun during the race slowly but surely became obvious as my face arms and legs began ripen like plum tomatoes. By the end of the night I was positively glowing like a man shaped radiator. Today's lesson... lash on the sunscreen if there's even a remote possibility of sun!!

Here's the route: http://connect.garmin.com/activity/8024483

Guitar Lesson #1

I have always wanted to learn the guitar properly! I think it's easy to learn a few cords and run a plectrum across the strings of a guitar but to really bring that instrument to life takes a whole lot more, much more than I have right now. Tonight, in the hope of bridging that gap, I started a 5 week basic guitar course.

I have had a guitar since I was 21, it was a 21st birthday present, and to my shame I have rarely picked it up over the years. Having dusted off the guitar from years of neglect I checked if it was still in working order and with only one of the tuner knobs missing it was 95% there. I'm sure there is an proper name for that part of the guitar but for the moment we'll call it a tuner knob.

Next on my list was a backpack case, as my only mode of transport is my motorcycle I have to carry this thing hands free. €40 later I was all set!

There are 10 students in the class; a range of abilities, ages and instruments mixed with lots of enthusiasm... this was going to be interesting!!

We started from the very beginning; how to hold it, what the strings are called, how to tune it, and so on. I knew less than I thought and learnt a lot but that's exactly why I was there. Our teacher tuned each guitar and as my guitar had a tuning knob missing it presented a bit of a problem but he managed to find a pair of pliers and after a few comedy moments I was "in tune".

By the end of the class we understood the anatomy of the guitar, were doing a little plucking and strumming 3 cords! I wonder if Status Quo are looking for a guitarist?

Today's takeaways:

• How to hold the guitar
• How to hold a plectrum
• A tuned guitar
• Strumming
• Cords: G, Cadd9, and Dsus4
• Sore fingers

Sun, sea and sand...

...were all there but I just couldn't see them through that damn fog!!

Today's entertainment was in the inaugural Irish Multi-marathon in Clontarf, Dublin. So called because it is a multi-distance, multi-age and multi-ability event. The route would bring us from the SAILS sculpture along the promenade and across the old wooden bridge onto Bull Island. After running the full length of the island we'd return to the mainland by crossing the northern causeway to run along seafront to the halfway mark where we'd do a 360 degree turn and retrace our steps to the finish line.

It was a lovely morning for a walk... warm, misty and still... not sure about a run though! As it was the first event it was difficult to know what to expect, I knew part of the distance would be on sand and having only ran on sand once before (after accidentally taken a wrong turn on the Curragh racecourse in the dark) and not liking it I expected that portion to be very tough. Happily the sand was the least of my problems, it was firm and in many ways a perfect running surface. The difficult bits turned out to be the heat and (yet again) poor preparation.

The weather remained hot, humid and misty for the duration of the race. Running along the beach was particularly misty, visibility was down to a few feet and if you lost sight or your nearest neighbour there were few indicators that you were running in the right direction... it could have been another "lost on the Curragh" comedy moment but lucky for me I kept up with a group with a better sense of direction than me and made it to the causeway without any diversions. Getting lost out there could be a soggy affair.

The first half of the race was really good, I set my Garmin virtual partner to a 2 hour 1/2 marathon time and I was ahead, unfortunately I had no idea how fast I was running... it turned out that I was running far too fast and suffered on the return journey where my time slowed and slowed, eventually walking at mile 10. The last 3 miles were run/walks and I lost all the time I had made up in the first half.

And so the dream of a 2 hour 1/2 marathon slipped away this time, but next week is the Achill 1/2... another chance and I should be a better prepared!

Here's a map of the route etc: http://connect.garmin.com/activity/7675870

Cork to Dublin...

...taking the long way there on the motorcycles. We travelled from Cork to Dungarvin, via Yaughal, for lunch. Later we carried onto Waterford hugging the south coast travelling through Tramore and along lovely twisty country roads, stopping a couple of times to take in some of the stunning Waterford coastline. From Waterford we headed north to Kilkenny, through Carlow and onto Newbridge.

The Day!!!

This was never going to be easy and while we were ready for a hard slog we knew we were going to pay dearly for lack of preparation, fully expected it to go horribly wrong at some stage.

Unlike last year we didn't get up outrageously early this time and had breakfast at a respectable 7.30am and had a fairly normal, everyday meal... it would be fair to say that we weren't as focused as last year!

An unsettling combination of fear and excitement and built up as we walked down hill towards the city center to cross the river Lee and onto the start area. I hadn't pinned my number to my shirt before we left the hotel and tried to do it while walking only to be foiled yet again by my lack of multi asking skills, I did manage to stab myself several times before I accepted that it wasn't going to work and simply had to wait until I the current walking task was complete before I attempt the potentially lethal pinning of the number to the shirt task.

More and more people joined us as we walked and by the time we got to the start line we were among thousands runners where the buzz of excitement overcame the fear. The weather was not ideal as the sun blazed in a clear sky with very little wind to cool us down. I had a few minutes before the official start time to concentrate on numbering up during which Sonia O'Sullivan gave a speech, the elite athletes started and I stabbed myself a further 3 times.

The first 10 miles were very exciting. We ran through the city heading west before crossing the river Lee and headed east towards and eventually through the Jack Lynch tunnel. I felt pretty good and the atmosphere was amazing with spectators lining much of the route making all the difference.

Miles 11 to 15 were fine but I was beginning to feel the strain of poor preparation.

Miles 15 to 19 were tough and for the first time I was beginning to doubt that I would finish in under 5 hours. it was around this time that I started to do a little walking, just occasional short walks but they were adding up.

Miles 19 to 22 were really, really tough and I was beginning to struggle. It was also the hilliest part of the course but we were expecting a monster hill that never materialised which was a little bonus. My occasional walks were becoming more frequent and longer.

Miles 22 to 23 felt like it couldn't get any worse until I got to miles 23 to 25, these were actually the worst.

Miles 25 to 26.2 were less of a struggle, we were on the flat and heading back towards the city. Once we were back on city streets we had half a mile to go and from somewhere deep inside a little packet of energy came rushing to the surface that pushed our laboured walk to a laboured run which carried us across the finish line.

Our time was a lot longer than expected, 5 hours 18 minutes, but considering the lack of preparation and the heat... well it's still pretty slow. Here's a map of our route: http://connect.garmin.com/activity/6474094.

The next marathon on the list is Dublin in October. I'm still convinced that there's a 4 hour marathon in me, all I've got to do is focus and get the training done... all of it!

The day after the night before the day after the night before...

... and yes, it was a long one but I did manage to get to bed by 3am, I may not have slept much but I was in the best place at that time of night considering what I am about to attempt tomorrow! It took a while to pack, say goodbyes and get going but we were on the road in good time and arrive in Naas on time. The plan was to ride the motorcycles to Cork but that plan was hatched weeks before over a cold beer or two. Now that we have factored in running a marathon the next day it may not be the cleverest thing to do but in true man-style and after much debate we decided to do it anyway and worry later.

We spent so much time talking about it that we were now running late so we abandoned plans to ride the long, scenic route there and instead we'd take the direct and faster motorway route. The journey was largely uneventful but still a lot of fun. We did make a couple of stops, or bio-breaks as my American colleagues might call them... I won't go into detail but they can be multi directional and involve liquids, solids or both!! Too much detail??

The scenery was rich and varied, and half way along I realised that today was my fellow runner Monika's last day in Ireland before she heads back to Italy. I didn't get a chance to say goodbye but perhaps she'll be back, it's a very small world!

We had to make it to Cork City Hall by 6pm otherwise we would miss registration and time was flying by. We arrived with minutes to spare and were some of the last to get our packs. Just outside the city hall the owners of a gourmet coffee stall were just about to begin packing up and as they poured the last 2 excellent cappuccinos of the day we began to realise that we were here, in Cork and that tomorrow morning we would be standing less than 100m away in a long line of athletes about to start a 26.2 mile run around this undulating city... and now we were scared! The conversation turned to finishing strategies... we were going to finish but we just didn't know how. I had only ran 22 miles during the entire month of May... 22 miles!! Now that's asking for trouble!

The day after the night before...

Not the best preparation for a marathon but it was jolly good fun... did I say jolly? Anyway, it's a birthday weekend and we're staying in the gorgeous seaside village of Carlingford... gorgeous? Hmmm... Last night was great, we had divine dinner in a darling little restaurant followed by drinks in a handsome little pub on the... oh dear... divine, darling, handsome... crikey!

Anyway, after a late night and very little sleep we were up early this morning to keep the appointment we had made with a man from the Kayak trade. We struggled into our snug wet suits and after a short kayak/paddle orientation session we were on our way to the waters edge. It was a little smelly, quite gooey and very slippy but we were made of strong stuff and held it together until we were clear of the shore and into the deep blue. That's not altogether true, while the water looked deep it was in fact very shallow, no deeper than 4 feet as I accidentally found out... a number of times.

Our instructor was a man who obviously loved his job which usually makes for a memorable experience. Within the first 10 minutes he had us sitting, kneeling and standing on our kayaks. I think we all experienced several unplanned and very cold swims back to our kayaks having been separated by gravity, usually accompanied by a loud girly scream and that was just the men... there was nothing graceful about falling out, swimming to and especially getting back into our kayaks.

The session lasted for the entire morning and I was exhausted by the time we got to shore. I wonder what was in that water, I must have swallowed several litres and it left me feeling a little light headed, lighter than usual... might explain divine, darling and handsome...

Tonight is party night, and the party is in the house that I'm staying in, the same house that has several tall refrigerators stock full of beer, the same beer that will undoubtedly find it's way to me throughout the night and morning and tomorrow we drive to Cork for the marathon the day after. Am I worried? Oddly and perhaps sadly no... must be the water!

OK, just one more time...

It's Friday and with only 4 days to the marathon I just had to get one last run in before I officially rest so early this morning I managed to get 6 miles in. I've gotta say they felt pretty good, perhaps this marathon won't be a complete nightmare after all... having said that there are 20 more miles to do after the first 6... yikes!!

Last chance...

I couldn't sleep last night, the reason was obvious... I was awake. At 6am I gave up and went out for a run, I wasn't sure how far I was going to run but it was great to be out, so good that I cannot figure out why I have been so utterly rubbish at getting my running act together for the last few weeks... especially as the weeks leading up to a marathon are so important.

It was a nice easy run, an average pace of 9:47 over 40 minutes brought me a little over 4 miles. I reckon I'll be OK on Monday... see, still not bothered!!!

Mid-week melodrama...

OH MY GOD... there are only 5 days to the marathon... this is not going to be fun... it's been a full 2 weeks since my last run, 2 weeks... yikes!! I think it's finally sinking in... I'm in big trouble and, unlike my legs next Monday, time is running out fast!!

Weekend-end...

...it's Sunday night and exactly a week to the Cork marathon. I'm beginning to sound like a broken record but... I haven't managed to get out for a run since the 13 miles in Spain 2 weeks ago. It's not looking good, in fact it's looking bad.... really, really bad BUT even so I am still confident that I'll make it around the course without any difficulty... how odd?

Friday night...

... in the pub is never a good time to plan a trip, and to prove it here's a summary of what I found this morning scribbled on bits of beer mats:


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... and back of course! In the cold light of day it looks a little adventurous... perhaps it was bike talking??

Jazz-tastic

Yes, I'm taking more singing lessons, this time Jazz which I find unbelievably challenging as it demands a lot of tonal improvisation, as in you're encouraged to wander around the tune while somehow making musical sense, if that makes any sense... Tonight was week #5 and we're already half way through the course.

I feel like I'm on a musical roll and have decided to take some Guitar and Piano lessons later this summer, just to see if I have any talent in that department. From what I can see it's not that hard, it's simply a case of plucking a string or pressing a key... the trick is doing it in the right order!!

Beeming...

Tonight I just picked up my new motorcycle, for those in the know it's a BMW R 1200GS, for everyone else it's wow... that's a big bike! Frankly it's an awesome machine and a world away from the CB500, it's going to take some getting used to but it'll be a lot of fun doing it!

Reconnected

While in Spain I had been electronically disconnected from the outside world which was very, very nice! It was an absolutely fantastic few days away and I spent it with the most fantastic bunch of people you could imagine! On the running front I did manage to get some miles in but only on the first day (Wednesday) when I ran 13.1 miles along the seafront, here's the route I took: http://connect.garmin.com/activity/6206573. It was tough and I did mean to follow up with a couple of short runs but they never happened. Now that I'm back I need to think about that missing 20 miler... is it too late? The marathon is only 2 weeks away... by doing it this close to the big day would I effectively shoot myself in the foot?

The rain in Spain...

...will hopefully fall far, far away from Marbella! We're off to Spain for a few days, I'm looking forward to blue skies and constant sunshine! I've got to say I'm feeling a lot better and will be taking my trainers to get some miles in; I've been told that there a cycle/walking/running track that runs the entire length of the coast from Puerto Banus to Marbella and beyond. Speaking of miles, I haven't done any running - at all - so far this month... this is going to be a really tough marathon, any training I get in from this point on is not going to contribute much. And yet I'm not particularly bothered... how odd!!

Weak from hell...

I think I'm finally getting over this flu/cold thing that's been beating me up for the last week and a bit. I lost a couple of weekends and consequently a couple of long runs including the all important 20 miler last weekend. I haven't been running since the 6 miler on the 29th of April and I'm a little worried... but considering there are only 3 weeks to the marathon I probably should be really, REALLY worried but I'm not! Bizarrely I have faith that it'll all work out.

It's quite remarkable. You see I know it's not going to work out, in fact I know (this is a fact for I have been there) that if I don't get those big miles in 3 weeks before the big day it will be torture, particularly the last 6 miles but there is some kind of cerebral cushioning going on that will not let me recognise even the most simple and obvious facts. Is this how religion works? Is there a trigger that switches off our ability to reason, question and recognise the obvious when we really want to do something, believe in something, or have worked long & hard for something?

Woof woof...

I feel even worse today... yuk!

Woof!!

I feel as sick as a dog!! I think I've got the flu! I woke up feeling like someone removed my insides and replaced them with goo! I was supposed to run 12 miles today, maybe tomorrow... boo hoo...

Mid week 6 miler

No excuse for missing my run on Tuesday (yesterday), well I do have an excuse but it's too pathetic to mention here. Tonight was the 5 mile run I should have done with a little more to make up. All went well, a little over 10 minute miles. I'm looking forward to building up to the 20 miler in a next couple of weeks.

18 miles is a very long way to go...

This was the first of my really long runs before we taper off. I ran it on my own and it went surprisingly well considering I haven't been sticking to the schedule. The planned route was 2 loops of the familiar 7.5 mile Curragh long route and I'd make up the 3 miles somewhere at the end.

The first loop went really well. I brought my iPod with me, it was the first time I had used it outside (i.e. not in the gym) for many, many months and it really helped. The second loop went really well too although I had to skip past a few songs that didn't fit... namely the brilliant but depressing "Every Body Hurts" (REM), the stop - start - stop "Quite" (Bjork) and the "not for a man to run to" for all kinds of reasons "Dancing Queen" (ABBA).

At 15 miles I was back a the car and had 3 miles to go. For some reason I miscalculated the distance it would take cover 3 miles... one would think it should be 3 miles or twice 1.5 miles but I returned to the car with another 2 miles to run... so off I went again, this time getting it right and got back to the car with zero mile to go! 18 miles in the bag, I'm so glad to have done it, only a massive 20 miler to do now!!!

Mid morning 4 miler

I was expecting delivery of my hire car this morning and I had about an hour to kill before delivery, perfect for a quick 4 miler. And quick it was with an average pace of 8.49. I got back just in time for the delivery guys and with no time to change I wasn't a pretty sight. I'm not sure if they were expecting to hand over the keys to a barefoot, scantly clad, sweating client... but I'm sure they've seen a lot worse in their line of work!

Bullets Under Foot

Not unlike all our long runs to date this one was difficult. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining and it was dead calm, hardly ideal for a long 12 mile run and such was our negative mental state that, just to make the worst out of a bad situation, we duly took that rather large chip and swung it over our shoulders before we started to run.

It wasn't that bad. Although we didn't really want to run at all that day and the thought of stretching out on a comfy bench while 2 creamy pints of Guinness were delivered to our corner of the beer garden were very vivid and very distracting, once we got going and into a rhythm we began to enjoy it.

Our route took us on a large 7.5 mile loop around the parameter of the Curragh, along some quite country lanes, across beautiful countryside, back into the Curragh camp and out the other side back towards the car. We had another 4.5 miles to run so to make that up we took in the large field that ran along the M7. Half was around this final loop I started to get really tired and slowly dropped behind, my legs were getting heavier and heavier with every step. Before I knew it I was so far behind I was just out of shouting distance, I kept my head down and focused on moving those tired legs.

Just then something sparkled in the grass and caught my eye. My concentration was focused on running I kept plodding along but my legendary concentration skills let me down yet again and I had to turn back to have a look. It turned out to be a shiny new bullet, my guess was that some private with concentration skills no better than mine had dropped it while on a training exercise last night. So I did what any idiot would do and picked it up to bring it to the MP's when I finished my run. A few steps later I decided that was a retarded thing to do and as I looked for a safe place to drop the bullet, somewhere findable again, I noticed a batch of other bullets. That'll do I thought to myself. There must have been 20 or so rounds lying there. A closer look revealed that although they were unfired they were blanks so I was not uncomfortable leaving them there until I finished my run.

After an agonising 2 more miles I finally reached the end of the run just before I reached the end of my teather. After a long stretch we circled back to report the bundle brass. It's a little worrying that we're having such trouble with a fairly trivial 12 mile run, and with the marathon about 6 weeks away we really need to fix this or it may be a marathon of comedy moments...

Horses for courses...

Tonight, according to the schedule, I had to run 8 miles. This distance from my house to the Curragh and back is 6 miles, critically it had street lights all the way, useful when you're running in the dark! By the time I got to the Curragh it was still bright, but only just. I had to find an extra 2 miles to make up 8. It looked like the street lights carried on up to the race course so I followed the light.

As I passed through the gate to the race course I wandered onto the course itself hoping to find some grass to run on. As luck would have it I happened upon two fenced sand covered tracks that ran parallel to each other, they must be used as a training run for the horses before races. The surface was raked and bouncy, just perfect for running.

It was going really well until about half way in the sun disappeared, I didn't notice it slipping behind the horizon, it just dropped! At that moment I realised I couldn't see a thing other than the white fences guiding me along. It was a little scary, there could be anything out here, I could be mugged by a gang of delinquent foals around the next corner.

I had to decide if should keep going into the unknown or do the sensible thing and turn back along the path I knew? Of course I kept going, running into the darkness I was convinced that these two tracks were in fact one long track and that met in the middle... they didn't.

At the end of the first track it took a little blind cross country to get to the other track. I found the white railings of the second track and continued the run back towards the light.

That extra round trip was a little over 3 miles and combined with the run home I notched up 9 miles, a little more than planned but then a lot of tonight was unexpected...

Wednesday's excuse is just no use...

After such a good start to the week I was just too tired this morning and missed my 8 miler. I had every intention of running that evening but it just didn't work out. Looks like I'm going to be out of sync by a day, I can see a pattern here...

Tuesday's run before the sun...

Another mega early start just before dawn, ran 4.02 miles in 36 minutes, that's a pretty good pace of 8:54!

16 miles to hell... and back...

It was a bad start, neither one of us was in the mood to run any distance don't mind the longest run on the Cork schedule so far but we got on with it and drove to the Curragh to run the entire distance on grass.

The first 10 miles were fine but I started to get really tired from 11 miles. 12 to 13 miles were a little better but after that it was a struggle all the way to the finish. It felt like my legs had been replaced by lead weights, every stride took so much effort and I could feel my heels dragging on the ground with every step.

When we got back to the car my Garmin had registered only 15.8 miles so I insisted we carry on past the car to make up the missing distance. Passing the car was heartbreaking, it represented an end to this suffering, with soft comfy seats out of the wind and rain... OK, it wasn't actually raining but the was definitely a cloud following me around...

We ran a total of 16.01 miles in 2 hours 46 minutes, that a pretty slow pace of 10:25 which is fine for a long (slow) run.

Here's a link to the route: http://connect.garmin.com/activity/3534759.

Extra early start...

Another mega early start this morning. Ran 8.11 miles in 1 hour 21 minutes, that's a pace of 9:58!

Readjustment...

I'm a day out of sync but I did get up mega early and get out to run yesterdays 4 miles. I did it in a pretty respectable 36 minutes, a pace of 9:01.

Banking crisis me arse...

... didn't happen, the weather was terrible, you know... wind, rain, cold, outside... OK, rubbish excuse BUT I did have a revelation today which, although it doesn't make up for being a lazy git, it did make me wonder if there may be some weight in the well know phrase "money is the root of all evil". You see I picked up a rather unusual injury recently which left me with an occasional hobble. Let me explain...

About 3 weeks ago I noticed that every time I got out of a chair I felt a dull pain on my left side, in the hip department... just below the hip to be more exact... and to the rear... I guess what I'm trying to say is that I had a pain in my left arse cheek. The pain was so bad that when I tried to walk I had a limp, but only for a short while and the pain usually eased off after a minute or so. I put it down to a running injury although I couldn't figure out how I injured myself there... perhaps a stretch too far?

This went on all week and showed no sign of easing. On week two there was still no sign of improvement and I considered seeing a physio but that's just more money on an already stretched budget. I took out my wallet and apart from a bunch of receipts and coffee shop loyalty cards it was fiscally challenged BUT something did occur to me... with my wallet out of my rear pocket I felt a little more comfortable, and yes I do carry my wallet on my left side. Could this be the root of my problem?

To confirm my suspicion I began a controlled experiment; for the rest of the week I'd carry my wallet in one of my front pockets and when at my desk I'd leave it on the desk. The experiment was a success and it proved that once again money was just a pain in the arse!

2009 Great Ireland Run

This was a tough day, I had to wrap my 15 miler around the 10K race this afternoon. The race was due to start at 1.05pm and as we all know nothing starts on time in Ireland so I figured that if I parked the car near Collins Barracks Museum at 12.45pm I'd have a 2 mile run to the start line and arrive in plenty of time. When I got to the start area the race hadn't started and there were no signs of movement so I decided to make up a little more distance but running around the field between Áras an Uachtaráin and the US ambassadors residence.

Each lap of the field was a little less than 1/2 a mile and after my first lap there was still no sign of the race starting so I carried on and ran another lap. After the second lap there was still no movement so a third lap was in order. As I rounded the last corner I notice the elite women runners flying down the road, at that stage they had already ran 2 kilometers but it still looked like the main race hadn't started so to avoid being on the wrong side of the road when the race starts I decided to move over to the start line side of the road and ran loops of a small wooded area. After 2 loops I noticed that the crowd had started to shift, the race had started but I thought that it would take some time to get 11,000 runners across the start line so I ran another loop before crossing the start line myself.

As I finally ran towards the start area I was a little surprise to find it deserted, it didn't take as much time as I thought it would to shift that many people... As I ran down Chesterfield Avenue the was a sudden sense of urgency as I could see that the starting area was being dismantled. I could see that the timing mat was still in place and as I crossed the line I heard a beep that registered my start time.

It took about half a kilometer to catch up with the slowest walkers so I completely misjudged the start time, oh well! After another half a kilometer I began passing some of the slower runners and by the second kilometer I was surrounded by runners. I continued to overtake for the first half of the race. I slowed right down at the 5K water station, I had been running for 7 miles at this stage and was starting to feel dehydrated so I had to take on the entire bottle of water. However, just around the corner from the water station was a serious hill that seemed to go on forever so I clutched my unopened bottle, got my head down and ran until I reached the top of the hill before I took on water.

The remaining 3 or 4 kilometers were easy, I really needed that water. I had no idea what time I crossed the line in, I was timing the entire 15 mile run, but most important was the fact that I had covered ten miles when I did cross the line. Unfortunately it wasn't a finish line for me and after the briefest pause to remove my timing chip and pick up the all important goodie bag I was off again, this time down Chesterfield Avenue towards the city.

I ran back to the car to get rid of the goodie bag and had a little over 2 miles to run to complete the 15 miles. These last 2 miles were the most difficult, I had to fight hard to keep going as I ran through unfamiliar back streets, lanes and alleyways to gain critical inches that would all add up to make those last 2 miles.

Finally my trusty Garmin rolled over to 15 miles, I continued on into the Museum car park and when I found a suitable place to stretch I stopped running and stopped the watch. In the end I ran 15.23 miles in 2 hours 31 minutes and those all important 27 seconds. The average pace was 9:57, just about right for a long run. In hindsight I wouldn't wrap a long run around a race again, I should have run at a steady 10 minute mile pace for the entire 15 miles but it's difficult to run a race that slowly, not to mention crossing the finish line only to carry on for another 5 miles, that was a killer.

As for the GIR bit, I ran than in 58.12.

Here's a link to the complete 15 mile route: http://connect.garmin.com/player/2977743

Week 10: 15 miler

The plan was to run 15 this morning and then run then GIR 10K tomorrow... however sanity has prevailed and I'll do it tomorrow before or after (or perhaps both) the GIR.

Week 10: Third midweek run

Still going good, ran 4.2 miles this morning in 44 minutes.

Week 10: Second midweek run... 7 miler

I have finally got my act together! Early, very early, this morning I got out of bed determined to make up for lost time. It was chilly outside, a little mist hung in the sky but it was dry, perfect for running. The sun had been up for a little while and had started to thin that early morning mist. I sat on the doorstep lacing up my shoes while my Garmin fixed a signal, as soon as it had I was off.

It was a beautiful morning and after the usual aches during the first couple of miles I settled into the run and began to enjoy it. I decided to take a different route to the Curragh which added a little more distance and once there I took a new route for a change of scenery and ran south towards the military graveyard and, as I soon found out, what looked like a training ground the tanks.

After that excursion I headed back towards familiar territory having clocked up an extra mile. By the time I got home I had ran 8.54 miles in 1 hour 22 minutes (and 53 seconds, it all counts), that's a respectable 9:42 minute miles.

I feel like I'm back on track, and not before time... the Cork marathon is only 7 weeks away!

Week 10: First midweek 3 miler

Funny story... didn't happen... next...

Dunboyne 4 miler

OK, this is getting ridiculous... no prizes for guessing that I missed this one too. As we leave week 9 and start week 10 we're slap bang in the middle of the Cork marathon training schedule but I'm afraid to say it doesn't feel like it. We've got a lot of work to do if we're going to be in as good shape as we were for last year's race. Week 10 will be a turning point, we're no longer home to Mr. Cockup! If he comes knocking tell him to bugger off, we're getting serious and it starts now!!

Wow, I almost convinced myself there... hang on, that's the door, back in a minute...

Week 9: Weekend 10 miler

Predictably this run never happened, but I do have a fantastic reason! Well, maybe not really fantastic, pretty pathetic now that I think about it especially as it was completely self inflicted but it is a reason and a lot better one than "it just didn't happen"... It all started with a fantastic home cooked dinner with some friends on Friday night and ended the next morning staring out from under the duvet as a demolition crew were hard at work dismantling the inside of my head.

Needless to say I barely made it through the day doing next to nothing and any thoughts of running 10 miles were not entertained.

Week 9: 4 miler that didn't happen.

I know there was a really good reason for missing this run, I just can't recall what it was...

Week 9: 7 miler from hell

After missing our run yesterday this one had to be done at all costs. It was off to a bad start as, not unlike our spirits, it was cold and wet outside. Not only that but we were running into the wind.

We battled on to the 3.5 mile mark where we turned around and retraced our steps to make up the 7 miles. Having fought against the wind on the way out we hardly noticed it on the way back, where's the justice in that?

Still, we managed to run the 7 miles in a little over 1 hour 5 minutes.

Week 9: First mid-week 3 miler that never happened...

... no good excuse, a few really bad ones alright but nothing that could pass as a good reason not to run.

Week 8: Around the Curragh in 13 miles...

After the 20 miler I had to do on my own for last years Dublin marathon this had to be one of the hardest training runs I have ever done. Psychologically I was in the wrong place which, from experience, will make the difference between a good and bad run.

We started off well and ran towards Donnolly's hollow. It's a flat easy stretch with plenty of open space to run on. After rounding Donnolly's monument we made for the golf course and straight in to a headwind which didn't much for our failing moral. It wasn't too bad, this part of the route was tree lined and we had plenty of shelter from the howling wind.

After a mile or so we turned right where the trees gave way to bushes and scrub land. It took twice the effort to maintain our speed, our failing moral hit rock bottom but we knew had 13 miles to do and there was no getting out of it. We had started and as always we were going to finish.

After a couple of miles we reached the next turn that would bring us through the Curragh camp. This stretch was all uphill and mid way it dawned on me that our moral was now beyond rock bottom and going down. It took incredible effort to get up that hill and why, WHY was that wind still head on?

Now, on the other side of the Curragh, it was down hill and getting a little easier. When got back to the car we had only covered 5.5 miles, we had 8.5 miles to go, yikes! We carried on running, this time along the motorway to Kildare town and around by the Curragh camp again. By the time we got back to the road we had covered almost 11 miles and the end was in sight. We ran what we thought was a 2 mile loop but we were a little short and a little extra jaunt was required to make up the 13 miles.

It took us 2hrs 16 minutes to run the distance, which really isn't that bad considering we had 3 stops (all water, 2 in and 1 out!) but it was a tough one. The first thing to get into gear before any run is your mind, if it's not in the right place you will suffer a lot more than you need to.


Here the map of our route and stats: http://connect.garmin.com/activity/2705050.

Week 8: Last mid-week run...

...and I'm still furious about that speeding ticket! 3 miles less than 27 minutes says it all!!!

Week 8: Wednesday's 6 miler...

... didn't start well. Driving to the start line I was pulled over and given a speeding ticket, that's a fine and points on my licence... DAMN!!! On the up side I was so furious that it put a serious spring in my step as I led the way around the track finishing in 56 minutes.

Week 8: Tuesday's 3 miler...

... didn't happen, St. Patrick's day and all that...

St. Patrick's Festival 5K.

I was really looking forward to this run. My running partner was a running novice and today she's lose her 5K cherry! The race was organised by Eamonn Coghlan, a running legend in these parts, who ran and won this very race in 1983 before going on to win the world championships the same year.

There was lots of excitement before the race in the Mansion House, the residence of the Lord Mayor of Dublin, as we rubbed shoulders with complete unknowns like ourselves. Having arrived early I had plenty of time to pin my number to my shirt, something that can take most of the morning. With our goodie bags in hand and numbers pinned on we made our way outside where a local motorcycle club were positioning their machines at the start line. There was an impressive array of bikes on display and as there were a few knackered looking antiques parked among the lines of dream machines my bike would have slotted in beautifully.

Not long after we were off to a nice steady pace. The route took us up Dawson Street, along Stephen's Green, around Fitzwillam Square where we zip-zagged toward the canal. Then we turned right and ran along the canal for a kilometer or so and made our way up Earlsford Terrace, up Leeson Street, back around Fitzwilliam Square, along Stephen's Green and across the finish line in front of the Mansion House.

We kept a nice steady pace the whole way around and finished in 39.37. Here's a map and stats of our run: http://connect.garmin.com/activity/2601899. We wandered back into the Mansion House and were pleasantly surprised with tea, coffee and tons of those chocolate covered mikado biscuits that you can only get here... yum! I stood beside a table with a plentiful supply and happily listened to speech after speech after prize after speech, etc. I was supposed to be on a diet but I reckon after yesterday's 12 miler and today's 5K I deserve it!

Week 7: Weekend 12 miler.

With 11 weeks to the Cork marathon the training mileage is starting to get noticeable. This weekend's treat was a 12 mile long run from Newbridge to the Curragh and back. It was still early by the time we reached the Curragh and the sun was starting to burn off the morning mist. We had covered 3 miles getting there and had 6 to run before the return leg home. Our route took us through south west of the army camp, through the oldest golf course in Ireland and back through the middle of the camp towards the road home where we passed a never ending line of race horses out for their morning stretch.

Running the 12 miles in 2 hrs 7 minutes we didn't break any records but it was a lovely run.

Week 7: Third mid-weeker...

... is in the bag! 3.2 miles in 28 minutes, reasonable!

Week 7: Second mid-weeker...

...was a little stronger. We managed a little over 6 miles in 55 minutes, if it were a race I'd have a new PB... but it wasn't, oh well!

Week 7: First mid-weeker...

...turned out to be a weak one alright!! We accidental stretched our 3 miler into a 3.2 miler and ran it in 29 mins, that's a lot slower that usual but hey, the heart wasn't in it and we did well to get out at all!

10K Between the Bridges, Belfast

It was an early morning start, very early, and the glasses of sparkling Chardonnay last night didn't make it any easier to get up and out. The night before I drove the car dry and had to find a petrol station as soon as I set off. Luckily there was one less than a mile away that was just opening and happy to take my cash. I unfolded my google maps directions and headed north.

The drive north was uneventful until I heard the news at 8.30. Overnight two soldiers had been shot dead with four others injured. This happened just north of Belfast and although I was heading for west Belfast I began to worry that I may be getting into something I should avoid. I continued north and decided that if I started to meet check points I'd turn around and head for home.

I didn't see any evidence of tension or heightened security for most of the journey. When I entered Belfast I did notice a lot of Police cars and the occasional Land Rover but had no way of knowing if this was normal. My printed directions quickly became useless as the event was using the M1 motorway, now closed for the run, and my directions used that very route. After several wrong turns I found the signs I was looking for and headed up the Falls Road towards the start line.

Further along the Falls Road traffic started to build up. After about ten minutes of stop start traffic I notice a policeman directing traffic. When I reached him I told him what I was going to and could he give me directions. As luck would have it he was directing traffic away from the race area. I could park anywhere nearby and I'd be a short walk from the start line.

As I walked down the Falls Road I began to notice the security presence. It seemed to me that every third Police officer carried, in addition to their sidearm, a large rifle or machine gun. I passed a lot of police officers on that short walk, that adds up to a lot of hardware.

Next to the start line was a shopping mall where the registration office was set up. After I picked up my number and goodie bag I got on the phone to hook up with my running partners. They had arrived much earlier that I had and managed to park directly outside the mall. There were two races happening that day, our 10K and a 5K run/walk. The 5K race was stating first and as we had a few minutes to spare it seemed like a good idea to shed anything we didn't need and put them into the car nearby. I offered to run around to the car so with the car keys and the bundle of extra stuff I ran around to the other side of the fence to the car. As I got to the car I fumbled a little to get the key out of my pocket, carrying a bundle of gear and wearing gloves didn't help. My grip on the key loosened and I dropped the it. As I looked down to where I expected to see the key there was nothing except a very large and deep storm drain. What were the chances of there being a drain directly under the driver door of this particular car? I couldn't believe it, I got down on my knees and peered under the car and to my surprise, relief, shock and utter joy there was the key, sitting about one foot under the car. How it failed to go down the drain I'll never know, it must have bounced off the metal grill for I was standing directly over it, there was nowhere else for it to go. I felt ill with relief, I just couldn't believe how close I came to disaster!

Having avoided the worst possible start to the day, never mind the race, I rejoined the group as the 5K runners/walkers were already crossing the line. I couldn't stop thinking about how close disaster had come and worked hard to get it out of my head, it didn't work and it regularly popped into my thoughts along the entire route.

It wasn't long before it was our turn to get going and not before time, we were starting to turn blue with the cold. The route brought us directly onto junction 1 of the M1 motorway heading south west. We ran along the southbound carriageway uphill all the way to junction 2 where we left the motorway and ran under and up the other side and continued to run on the other carriageway back the way we came towards central Belfast. We had covered about 1.5 miles and were just beginning to warm up when on this side of the carriageway we met a strong head wind that sucked away any warmth we had earned. This continued until we reached lower ground and began to benefit from the high walls that bordered this part of the motorway.

The road surface was great, a brand new 3 lane highway all to ourselves. We passed the starting point where the M1 becomes the A12 an ran on for another 2.5 miles parallel to the Falls Road until we reached the Divis Road where we turned around and ran back towards the M1. I was hoping for a water station somewhere close to the half way mark but it wasn't to be. I was getting really thirsty and really starting to regret those last few glasses of Chardonnay last night. The finish line was in the shopping mall car park and we crossed the line in 56.26, that's a new personal best for me!! Having crossed the line I expected a water station of some description but there was not a drop to be seen. We had to get money to buy some water, luckily one of the cars was close by but this time I didn't volunteer to open it, best not to push my luck too far!

Here's the map of the route: http://connect.garmin.com/activity/2448561

The rest of my day was spend pottering around Belfast and after a couple of hours, and the contents of my wallet, spent in Ikea I made for the south and home.

Week 6: Friday 8 miler

OK, spot of bother this weekend. On the schedule we've got to run a 12 miler but we've got a 10K (or 6.2 mile) race on Sunday in Belfast. I've been looking forward to this race and really want to do it, but what about the 12 miler? The easy option is to run 6 miles tonight or Saturday and when we add the 6 mile race on Sunday we'll have made up the distance (with a significant break in between runs, not ideal for distance training). The hard option would be to run the full 12 miles in addition to the race. I'm not one for extremes so we decided to compromise and run 8 miles tonight giving us a little break before the race on Sunday.

It was a tough 8 miles, running long distance in the evening is always hard. I much prefer to run early in the morning when my body is less likely to complain and my head is not at all sure where it is or what it's doing.

Week 6: Thursday's 3 miler...

... became a 5 miler, I'm in catchup mode after missing my Tuesday run. I got to the gym late and only had 50 minutes to run the 5 miles so I cranked up the speed to 11.2Kph, up from the usual 10Kph. To be honest I quickly got used to it and occasionally upped it to 12Kph. Perhaps I've been too easy on myself and should run at least 11.2kph from now on.

After much panting I ran a little more than planned in the 50 minutes; 5.6 miles in 51 minutes! That's a pretty good pace of 9.06 and felt pretty good afterwards! What a nice surprise!

Week 6: Wednesday 5 miler...

... became a 3 miler. Straight after work I made straight for to the Gym determined to get my training back on track. I took it easy, as I always do on the treadmill, averaging 10 minute miles, and ran the 3 miles in 30 minutes.

Here's an interesting fact: grapefruit is one of these negative calorie foods, as in it takes more calories to digest grapefruit that are contained in the fruit. They (who ever these people are) say that if you eat half a grapefruit or drink a glass of grapefruit juice before every meal you'll lose weight even if you don't modify your diet... now that sounds like a plan for me!

Week 6: Tuesday 3 miler

The temperature plummeted today, it must be the wrong side of zero out there. When I got off my motorcycle after riding home my hands nearly fell off they were so cold... in fact they were beyond cold, so cold that bizarrely the pain felt warm... what a brilliant design! If you're going to freeze to death something triggers a warm feeling that masks the pain just before you pop your clogs.

Anyway, it took me the best part of an hour to warm up and as it was far too cold to go back outside to run my 3 miles the only other option was the gym. After much procrastinating I found myself snuggled up in front of the TV with a cheeky Merlot... you know I wasn't going anywhere that night!

London Nike 10 mile race...

... me arse! I really thought I'd do it - even after all the eating, drinking and all the other shenanigans that go along with vacations - I really thought I'd get up at 7am on a chilly Sunday morning and race the 10 miles along the Thames with 250 other like minded souls before dashing to Upton Park to watch West Ham beat Man City 1-0.

This minor set back has put a significant scuff on my once polished training schedule. It'll be a game of catchup for the next couple of weeks!

Gym'll fix it...

London, and in particular Docklands where my hotel is located, has changed a lot over the last decade . This shiny new hotel is right beside the shiny new Docklands Light Railway and has a shiny new gym that was going to help me see how my back would react to a little running, critical if I'm going to run 10 miles with Nike tomorrow morning. Thankfully it couldn't care less so it looks like I'm injury free! No excuses now!!

Week 5: 3 miler

It's almost there... but not quite, let's give it one more day.

On the up side Nike got back to me and I'm in for Sundays 10 mile training run in London!

Week 5: 5 miler

It's getting better but I'm giving it another day before I run again.

No word from Nike yet...

Week 5: 3 miler

Scratch that, I'm still in pain so running is out of the question today!

I don't believe in fate BUT... I'll be in London this weekend and I'm scheduled to run 10 miles on Saturday or Sunday, hopefully my back will be better by then. Anyway, while working out potential street routes from my hotel an email from Nike dropped into my inbox. It was an invitation to a training run on March the 1st AND it happens to be in London when I'll be there AND it happens to be 10 miles... how weird is that?? It's an invitation only run that starts at Oxford Circus then heads south to the river and then east along the embankment. At the 5 mile marker there is a water station where we double back and run the same route back to Oxford Circus. There are only 250 places and I replied immediately in the hope of getting one...