Sunny Weekend Running

Being a fully signed up northerner, the North Downs Way is a remote prospect.  I ventured down there for the Project Trail photoshoot around September 2016 and had no idea when, or if, I’d be back.  This weekend I’ve been back.  My top running buddy, Michelle, decided it truly is grim up north and moved to London late last year.  Always on the look out for a running opportunity we decided to meet up and get a good old long run under our belts, and run we did.  Michelle is renowned for her route planning (two in a year at the last count) but had woman’ed up and planned a couple of route ideas from Guildford expanding out from the town and dipping into a few parts of the north downs way.

The sun firmly gripping the sky I headed down early Saturday to arrive to a beautiful day.  Potential late-afternoon BBQ talk running freely, we headed off for a 20 miler through the busy streets of Guildford, shopper dodging, chatting and feeling fully weekend-ready.  This being my longest run this year and last big run before the Liverpool to Manchester 50 miler in a few weeks time, I was hoping this would be a relatively comfortable experience.

This was a mixed bag of woodland trail, lovely open sunny paths, bits of road and generally great running territory.  The country seems to have been blessed with sunshine this weekend so there were large gatherings of humans around the busier areas of the route.  In true form we got lost several times and trudged completely off-path praying to the GPS-Gods that all would be OK.  A wild deer and several squirrel sightings later we were back in Guildford for a well-deserved pub dinner and few beers!

Weird Shining Ball in the Sky

Team Lost-in-the-North (but it was the south this time)

Great weekend.  Liverpool to Manchester… bring it on! 🙂

Alternative Run Types

Most runners are well aware of the different training run types; threshold, intervals, long-slow run and the like, but during training I’ve noticed some alternatives that I, and others, are guilty of….
Friday pub avoidance run

A really sensible one to start with. Work colleagues have been jostling around all afternoon mentioning there might be a sneaky few after work.  You want to and you’re probably going to.  But then in a bizarre twist, miraculously you decline the kind offer and end up going a run.  It doesn’t matter that you’ll be hitting the booze later on anyway – because you’ve earnt it!  Note:  This is a lesser-spotted run usually beaten by “popping in for one” after work, arriving home around 11pm armed with chips and an apologetic look on your face.

This had better sort out the hangover run

Usually undertaken when you failed to complete the “Friday Pub avoidance run”.  It all went wrong and you’re mad with yourself, but these things happen so you drag yourself out of bed, don the trainers and hit the streets like a greased cougar.  That was the plan anyway but you find yourself running at a slight angle with one eye half closed as every last drop of moisture is sweated out of your battered body, but you plough on and by the time you get back and whip up an avocado and poached egg on toast (this can sometimes happen) all seems right with the world and you can crack on with the weekend.

This type of run is also sometimes referred to as “Parkrun”.

I’m injured but I’m going running anyway run

Definitely one to avoid, but with all your buddies out marathon training and hitting intervals like crazy you feel like a school kid in detention with his nose pressed up against the window watching the others play football outside.  You’ve had a niggle that’s recurring, but your  love of all things running means you go out anyway.  Just tentatively you tell yourself, but after a while things seems ok and you crank up the pace and the pain is back…..  We should all remember that its better to wait until you’re fully recovered rather than leap back in too soon and prolong getting back on track.  Easier said than done, but you know it makes sense.

Every one is pissing me off at work run

The boss has been all over your case, and you’ve put in enough hours to have the rest of the month off.  You get home and stomp around trying to find all your running gear which seems to have been strewn around the house.  Finally you’re all tooled up, and get out to pound the streets. No one can stop you now, especially not with “90’s anthems” pumping down your eager ears. You’re guaranteed to get a good pace on this one as you work the stress out of your body.  You’ll come back calm and relaxed and ready for another day of work tomorrow…. I think.

Getting out of the house to avoid the housework run

The wife is pointing out every uncompleted chore in the house.  You’ve had a shelf waiting to go up for months and the washing up is piled high like some slithering sea monster.  Little clumps of running clothes lurk around various corners of the house. But you shrug your shoulders and knowingly glance over to your race training plan sellotaped to the fridge. It’s written down and if you don’t do it, your entire race strategy will fall apart.  

It’s all worth it though, because on race day when you heroically cross the line in 2,754th the missus will be so proud and all of this will be forgotten.  Probably….