Note to self

y axis may not be at the same scale as x axis. Particularly for long races. 

2:09:41 (40/70 in my age group, 287/458 overall). I recommend the Farnham Pilgrim Half. Lovely route, lovely marshals, lovely medal,  lovely cuppa at the end, and a banana (I love me a post race banana), and cake and squash and a tech top. Didn’t really push, but had to to the last steep hill at scouts pace as I couldn’t quite manage it at a jog. It was a bit sandy! Considering I’m not really hill trained (most of the marathon training has been on the flat because, face it, Berlin isn’t exactly hilly), and there were a couple of bottlenecks, I’m chuffed. 

One to do again. So well organised (other than needing a few more loos. But you can say that about pretty much every race!). 


That moment when you check the course profile…


Yesterday was meant to be spent at the Last Night of the Proms. Queuing, then having fun in the Albert Hall. Alas, circumstances conspired to deny me of my preferred company. Two had gigs (one was in the choir), three had prior engagements and one fell ill. Faced with the idea of queuing on my own, and standing in a mass of people on my own, I bailed and entered a half marathon today instead. I did sell the tickets on for no profit.

I’m not sure yesterday was the best preparation for all those hills. I covered 14 miles (apparently) between parkrun, errands, and getting to the queue to sell the tickets. I did a tonne of guidemin. I failed to find the trangias. I worried about the new house. I tried to bolster N, who was full of pre gig nerves. I watched Glee and listened to the radio. I saw K in the choir at the prom. I read and I knitted. 

And now I’m on the train to a race and fretting. 


Things That Need Doing

  • A squee about my new socks. They are called Feetures, and they are all bright red, because N found a very good deal online. They are absolutely da bomb.
  • Trip to the NewHouse to measure for curtains, and conclude what (if anything) to do about flooring, carpets, wallcoverings.  Of course, I forgot the tape measure.
  • Contact Shaggy re. kitchen table
  • Sort out Health Forms for Brownie Holiday and Kip On a Ship.
  • Sort out Health Folders ditto
  • Sort out medications ditto
  • Make massive list of First Aid Equipment needed ditto. Ensure towels etc are either not packed, or packed near the top.
  • Go through, room by room, and get rid of possessions that do not need to be moved. Epic trip to charity shop
    • Bathroom
    • Spare Room
    • Sitting Room
    • Kitchen
    • Bedroom
  • Sell Mollie Makes back issues on ebay
  • Mail Wedding Present to J&D
  • Mail Wol to Row (find Wol…)
  • Buy England Kit for Sophie, and mail. n.b. check address.
  • Change picks at Waitrose to something we actually buy
  • Enjoy a rest day, a bit of a lie in, and collecting the house keys
  • Fold up the tent and put it away properly this time
  • Move the cardboard that was containing Bertha the Spinning Wheel down to the lean to
  • Tidy the sitting room
  • Put the laundry away
  • Get room booked for training on 26th Oct.
  • Pack up possessions
    • Get boxes to pack up possessions
    • book removal company (who may be able to sort out boxes)

This morning’s run was supposed to be 1 mile jog, 4 miles at half marathon pace, 1 mile jog. In my sleep deprived state, and with some very slippery pontoons round King’s Cross, it wasn’t quite that. But it averaged out at 9:10 min/mile over 6 miles, and it turns out I have another 6 mile run scheduled in, so I can do it then. I might take the phone out with me properly for the last 6 mile run, as I’ve done that route so many times, I’d quite like to share it with you. The seven swans which were haunting King’s Cross/Islington Tunnel have grown up and moved on, but there’s still plenty of coots (and I saw TWO rats today, which rarely happens. Lovely clean ratties!). There are also mallards, the odd dog waddling about, and lots and lots of gentlemen of dubious repute drinking cheap cider. Plus a few cyclist. I particularly liked the one who was (illegally) cycling along a pontoon behind me, and who said which side he’d be overtaking me on. That made my life so much easier. I knew which side to stay, he passed without incident, and the morning was rather brighter for it all.

Only two more weeks of having to run 3 mornings a week. You know, I think I’m going to miss it. And I may well go for running every other morning before work anyhow. I rather like the paradigm. And the compensatory sticky coffee before getting into work.


Tapering Madness

I didn’t get my act together on Monday….so, belatedly, Bellatrix Socks!

I’ve also finished a pair for a colleague (to be swopped for a wooden bread board from oak from her own woodland): but those aren’t washed yet.

We are now tapering into the marathon. The runs get shorter. 5 miles yesterday (with intervals, and a bonus detour to the bank to deliver a debit card which someone had abandoned at the track – I figured that if they didn’t come back to get it while I was there, they probably wouldn’t in the 10 minutes it would take me to run the 1 1/4 miles to the bank, and, since I had to run about that far after the session, it would be extremely churlish to not go to the bank). 6 miles today – pace was pathetic. Such tired legs. The compression legs are wonderful but don’t help with the tired – only in the last mile did I feel really with it. That I did not want to wake up at all at 5.45 this morning didn’t help. N got up extremely early to run and then (finally) go to the GP. He’s been coughing during the early morning runs, nicely phlegmy productive coughs. He now has some steroid nasal spray – he’s just been snotting wildly overnight, and coughing it all out in the morning. Niiiiiice.  This should improve matters. He’s getting enough oxygen, and there is nothing to worry about with his heart – since getting Strava Premium, we’ve been worrying about how much of our runs seem to be “EPIC” on the suffer-score range. And then panicking, and having palpitations. We can stop panicking now.

Our lovely vicar has been running one half marathon a month this year. This time last year, he was managing a 2hr 22min half. He’s now catching up with me (his PB is about 20 seconds slower than mine! I need to pull myself together the next time we race!), and he’s raising money for Alzheimer’s Research at the Great North Run. He’s then doing the Windsor Half Marathon, which involves him leading the church service on harvest festival day (so all the children from the school are there, it’s total bedlam, and he name checks every single one of them during the sermon, because he’s lovely like that, but with that, and the procession of donations, it’s a long service), driving like a lunatic across the county, and running without the benefit of a proper warm up other than the sprint from the carpark. You can watch him in action at our Wedding. Yes. A whole wedding sermon based round the previous week’s episode of Dr Who. We then walked back down the aisle to the original theme tune. He’s lovely our vicar. Utterly welcoming, doesn’t worry too much about what you believe, always happy to have a deep debate, and very considerate. Also has a natty line in outre waistcoats.

Anyhow. Back to the tapering madness. I have paranoia about catching a sneezle on the tube. I wish to douse my colleagues in anti-bacterial spray in order to prevent infection, and I rather want to wrap my legs up in cotton wool at all times, just in case. And I must remember to eat properly. Yesterday was quite good – out with Mum, and steak and chips and salad for lunch, and a cake for tea, and then baked beans on toast for supper. Today, I’ve had a slice of chocolate cake and a babybel. Must do better…


Of course it was sunny!

I wanted to do a long run! I actually ended up stripping off at about mile 7, and regrouping a bit – removed my calve-compressors, tied my t-shirt up (bad move, the camelbak rubbed my back for the remaining 11 miles, and it’s a bit sore), and exposing my navel to the crowds round The Tower of London. It was far too warm. I drank a lot, I did 18 rather than 20, and I didn’t push it. My splits aren’t impressive – and the second half is vastly slower. The second half also has lots of road crossing in it, which has something to do with it being slower. And the part where it’s all uphill doesn’t exactly help matters. However, I feel surprisingly chipper and on form. 18 miles is a good distance. 20 is exhausting. I am nervous about 26.2 – but, heck, I am doing this for the fun of it (I am never going to be speedy). Ideal is sub 4 hours for this marathon. Good is sub 4 hrs 10 minutes. If it’s hot, I’ll take finishing it without collapsing as being a major achievement.

I also, still, need to consume about 2000 calories. There is cake in my immediate future. As well as removing the tent from the washing line (it’s finally dried), putting the washing out, and handing over Stuff to T to put into the Guiding stores when she goes over tonight – she has her Mother-in-Law’s car for the day, so is doing much driving. I have a degree of Browniemin to deal with. I’ve got to bring the accounts up to date, make sure I know how much I’m going to pay in, and work out how many Brownies are interested in going on Brownie Holiday. Then some QG-min. We can now, apparently, have a cloth badge – so I thought I’d contact all the QGs in the County and do a bulk order. It’s a bit perturbing. Most of us are in our 20s and 30s. Then there are 2 in their 60s. What happened in the intervening 30 years? It’s round about the same period that we seemed to have stopped having Division Sports Days. I can’t help but think it’s related.  Girl Guide Association Doldrums.  Either that, or the QGs from that era just aren’t involved in Guiding anymore (but, again, why?!).

I’ve started knitting a Color Affection in morris dancing team colours. Miss Babs had a yarn pack, with perfect purple and gold. The green’s a bit limey, but the purple is perfect. I had to do the whole yarn-over-at-the-beginning-of-the-row thing, and the edge is rather less strained now.