Saturday, 23 November 2013

Scottish National 4km Cross Country, 10th November 2013

The road to recovery from Dublin was a long one. That is, recovery from the marathon, not the "session" that followed at Temple Bar that night though that took a while too! Being barely able to walk for 2 days was no fun at all. If I stood or sat in the one place for too long, my legs seized up. Getting in and out of bed presented a challenge. By midweek, these feelings started to pass but I simply did not feel right. I attempted no running for an entire week and when I did the following Monday, I struggled through 5 miles at 7 minute mile pace with tight joints and calves. The following night, I returned to the club and managed the 8 miles but uncomfortably with my right calf still hurting. 5 and 6 mile runs over the next 2 days started to feel better. However, the jadedness lingered and I didn't run on either the Friday or Saturday. Not so ideal preparation for my next race.
Having missed the West District and National Cross Country relays, I felt I owed the club an appearance so declared myself available for the National 4km Cross Country at Glasgow's Bellahouston Park. I knew my performance would be a lottery. All I could do was my best.
As in previous years, the route comprised a 2 lap course, relatively flat apart from a gradual incline 800m or so into each lap. It was muddy without being of Inverkip proportions. A large field of over 200 lined up for the senior men race. I didn't feel confident enough to follow the initial cavalry and sat back hoping to work through. I coped fine with the underfoot conditions and my legs were alright. I simply felt unfit. I tried to focus and by the end of the first lap, I had worked my way up a few places.
Up ahead, Central quartet Alistair Hay, Robert Russell, Andrew Butchart and Cameron Boyek fought out the first 4 places. They finished in that order. One of our first year under 20s Ryan Thomson was running strongly and headed me going into the second lap. I grinded my way past him as he tired, being passed in turn myself by our first finisher, Ben Hukins. I more or less maintained position, motivated by the shouts for other Cambuslang runners close behind me, taking 28th place and 2nd Cambuslang runner behind Ben in 12:58, 1 minute and 1 second behind the winner (Hay).


Having been top 10 in this race twice in the last 3 attempts, 28th was disappointing but not unexpected given my preparation and fitness level on the day. It's the lowest I've finished in a Scottish race for quite some time but the results show a high level of competitiveness throughout the field which can only be a good thing. I needed the jolt and came away with a clear idea of the hard work lying ahead of me to have any chance of matching the success I've been fortunate to enjoy in recent years. Having a McDonalds for dinner before attending WWE's wrestling show at Braehead Arena 2 nights earlier probably didn't help either!

Team wise, the men were 4th and our senior ladies were 6th, aided by silver medal winning under 20 Katie Bristow. A link to results from all the day's races is here.



Sunday, 10 November 2013

Autumn Relays

Each winter season in Scottish athletics starts off with some road and cross country relays. As part of the build up to Dublin, I lined up for the first two of them.

George Cummings Road Relay, 28th September 2013

I hadn't run this race for quite some time and had never done so in Cambuslang colours. The village of Houston, near Paisley, was the setting. Taking place during a 70 mile week, I took first leg which let me churn out a few more miles afterwards while cheering on other runners. The race saw Owen Walpole make his debut for us. We finished 3rd, winning £15 each which helped cover my diesel.

3rd Team
2nd Stuart Gibson, 12:58
3rd Robert Gilroy, 13:12
2nd Alistair Campbell, 13:49
3rd Owen Walpole, 13:33

14th Team
12th, Andrew MacKenzie 14:41
22nd, Barnie Gough 16:48
19th, George Pettit 14:59
14th, Andrew Coulter 13:58

McAndrew Road Relay, 5th October 2013

This came during another 70 mile week. Having done a 3 hour Sunday run to round off the previous week, my legs were quite stiff so I took Tuesday off and went into this race off the back of a 9 mile run home from work on Friday. I did last leg. This gave me extra recovery time from the Friday run. Once again, we welcomed a contingent from Armagh AC. I took over in 4th place and felt more than a little guilty when I overtook them, knocking out the top 3. A wide assortment of ages, abilities and waistlines represented the club at this race.

Ladies Team- 2nd
Katie Bristow, 20:05- fastest Under 20
Kirsty Anderson, 21:48
Sarah Benson, 19:16

Armagh Ladies Team- 5th
Fionala Ross, 19:29
Danielle Fegan, 20:14
Ashlene Fegan, 24:22

Male A Team- 3rd
Al Campbell, 17:48
Bobby Bristow, 17:24
Iain MacCorquodale, 17:15
Stuart Gibson, 16:22

Armagh AC Team- 4th
Stephen, 16:06 - 2nd fastest overall
Shane, 16:48
Kris, 18:17
Chris, 20:07

Vets A - 9th & 1st vets team
Scott Hunter, 18:56
Greg Hastie, 18:17 - 3rd fastest vet
Dave Thom, 18:51
Frank Hurley, 20:01

Male B Team - 11th
Ross Stephen, 18:19
Robert Rossborough, 19:35
Barnie Gough, 21:14
Jamie Reid, 18:10

Composite Team - 25th
Marty (Armagh), 20:31
Paul (Armagh), 22:51
Brendan Carey, 20:57
Robert Anderson, 23:02

Vets B - 30th
Cliff Carey, 22:00
Colin Stephen, 22:40
Angus Reid, 21:41
Jim Orr, 24:31

Tuesday, 5 November 2013

Airtricity Dublin Marathon, 28th October 2013

The blog has been quiet in recent times, mainly because I've been keeping something to myself. Since June, I had been building up to have a crack at the Commonwealth Games time for the marathon of 2:19:00. A fairly high target but if you don't try, you will never know. Throughout June until my summer holiday in mid July, I trained at my winter mileage with a maximum long run of 18 miles. On holiday I churned out 63 hot, sweaty miles in week 1 then a chilled 30 in week 2. From late July, I upped the ante again, reaching over 70 miles per week for the first time ever with long runs of 21 miles and one of 3 hours duration 4 weeks before race day. By my standards, this sort of mileage was a lot and I was feeling it big time, e.g. feeling ready to sleep by mid afternoon at work every day. On Fridays, this feeling lasted all day. However, I managed it. The target race? Dublin Marathon on 28th October.

I'm not keen to dwell too much on the experience. Suffice to say, I did not enjoy the race at all, even when I was running well which I was for 18 miles. I realised early on the Commonwealth time was not going to happen so focused instead on having a good run. I went through 10 miles, just after exiting Phoenix Park where I saw some deer, in 55:40 ish feeling okay. I encountered a strong head wind between 11 and 12 miles where my pace dropped as shown by my half way split of 1 hour 14 minutes. A time of 1 hour 30 minutes however for 16 miles showed it had only been the wind slowing me down. I even thought at that point "right, it's just a 10 mile race now. 10 miles in under an hour and you've a good time." Just like the poor mouse in Rabbie Burns' poem, "To A Mouse," the best laid plans of life and men left me nothing but grief and pain for promised joy.

By 18 miles, I felt my right calf twinging slightly. Nothing major but a little uncomfortable. From 18 to 19 miles, I started to feel I was dragging my right leg. Then came the cramp in both legs. It was as if someone had turned off a light switch. One second, nothing. The next, unbelievable discomfort. 20 miles in 1 hour 54 minutes confirmed the drop in pace. I was now in a lot of trouble.

Among the things I expected to let me down were my body's fuel burning economy and my breathing due to having asthma. Neither of these did. I at least expected to have the legs to see it through. Every time I turned into a new street I tried to lengthen my stride. I couldn't lift my legs. I was fuelled up but on a pair of legs which had caved in.

In running terms, this was a new experience. I'm not strongly religious but I'm not ashamed to say I said a few prayers during those long, painful miles. Quite how I got there I'll never know but I kept running, taking 43 minutes for the last 6.2 miles, and crawled over the finish line in 38th place in 2:37:58.

Above: a few hundred metres to go, despite everyone around me, feeling very isolated.

I certainly don't regret having a go (the training was a worthwhile learning curve) but those of you who run marathons are welcome to them. I've been told by a few sources my time entitles me to an automatic place at the London Marathon. Absoloutely no thanks. Stuff it where the sun doesn't shine!

For the record, the race had an Irish winner for the first time since the early 1990s, Sean Hehir in 2:18:19. Fellow Scot, Stephen Trainer, ran strongly throughout in 10th overall with a time of 2:26:36, a personal best by around 5 minutes. I narrowly avoided my first loss to a lady since 2008 with Maria McCambridge finishing 44th in 2:38:51. She ran a much more even pace than me.

As for Dublin itself, apart from the above timeframe, I thoroughly enjoyed my 4 days there. I defy anyone to say they were more grateful than me to hit the Temple Bar area for a beer that night. I'll definitely be back, on a different weekend from the marathon.