Finished!

My body's too broken to write anything more than I finished at the moment. But I did - and with 37 minutes to spare! More when I can move again ...

Paula Radcliffe and me

Well I did the Serpentine 5k faster than expected, got my x-rays done sooner than expected and saw the sunshine on the final leg of the Real Relay to the Olympic Park was much more than expected. Other than that the last few days before the Lakeland 100 have gone pretty much as expected – with the one big exception of the pain in my neck.

I read today that Paula Radcliffe’s appearance in the Olympic marathon could depend on her medical team’s ability to manage the pain from osteoarthritis in her left foot. Painkilling injections haven’t worked and neither, so far, has further treatment from sports doctor ‘Healing’ Hans-Wilhelm Müller-Wohlfahrt.

I’ll be relying on ibuprofen for pain management (as little as possible since it has its downside in endurance exercise) and the knowledge that I don’t have to perform to Paula’s standards. However, I am 19 years older than her, and I will be covering 80 more miles. So I reckon I’ll deserve the medal I’m going to do my damnedest to get every bit as much as she’ll deserve the one that I really hope she wins in her fifth and probably final Olympics. Wish us both luck!

Doctor, dentist, x-ray, run

Doctor’s Tuesday, x-ray Thursday, dentist’s at 9.55 and Serpentine 5k at 12.30. Of course there’s no question of me not starting the Lakeland 100 next Friday but I’ll have a better idea of my chances of finishing it – and my likely condition if I do – when I get the results from those four appointments.

The dentist should be straightforward, the Serpie 5k will be slow and the doctor has already told me to ‘follow my nose’ as he can’t really advise me on ‘extreme sports’. Which leaves the x-ray.

I know from my past that I’ve got spinal problems. A sports physio told me years ago that I had mild scoliosis, or curvature, of the spine. The doctor tells me that he can feel bony lesions in my neck. Osteo-arthritis, no doubt. But how severe and is there an underlying injury as well?

We’ll see what the x-ray says. In the meantime, I’ve been piling on the pounds (four in a fortnight) as a result of easing off the mileage. I just can’t get the hang of how to rest without rewarding my dopamine receptors with something or other.

Rest and hope

My legs finally ground to a near-halt on the final mile of the Adderbury half marathon on Saturday, when we found ourselves wading knee-deep through floodwaters from the Sor Brook, which bisects the village. This came shortly after a mudslide across a corn field and would have been great fun had it not been for the fact that the aches in my muscles, the shivers in my body and the soreness in my throat were all suggesting that I was experiencing something more than simple fatigue at the 12-mile stage.

I think – I hope – that I’m unwell. I say ‘hope’ because sometimes, when you fill your life with ultra running at the wrong side of 55, it’s hard to tell the difference between being unwell and being worn out. And I’d rather be unwell than feeling like this as a result of too much running because there’s more of a chance that I’ll feel better in time for the Lakeland 100 in, gulp, 12 days time.

I was supposed to be doing the Fairlands Valley Spartans Challenge today, a multi-distance, all-abilities event I’ve entered regularly in recent years, but even their 12-mile walk feels like a few thousand steps too far. So my preparation for the Lakes now boils down to ‘rest and hope’. I’m going to try hard not to consume too much by way of comfort food, but that tin of Marks & Spensive (as my grandson calls them) biscuits on top of the fridge isn’t going to last long.

Passing on the baton

Tired, tired legs and too much work. Sixteen days to go to the Lakeland 100 and I'm in need of an energy boost. However, I completed my leg of the Real Relay on Tuesday morning and the photo provides the proof.

Actually it doesn't because it shows me receiving the baton from the previous runner at Waltham Cross. You'll have to take my word for it that I passed it on to the next runner in Hertford.

Lost in the woods

After last week’s exertions, I always knew this weekend was going to be tough. Entering a race calling itself ‘The Hurt’, up and down the hills of the Hurtwood, by Peaslake in Surrey, speaks for itself. In the circumstances, I was happy enough to drag myself around the woodland trails at a speed of barely over 5mph (or perhaps that should say 8kph since it was a 24k race). I was surprised to find, when I looked at the results, that a third of the field took even longer than I did. And yes, those hills did hurt – a lot.

On the Sunday I was booked in for the Kent Long Distance Walkers Association’s Andredsweald Circuit, a 26-mile slide across the Wealden clay. It took my tired legs less than two miles to go hopelessly astray in the woods near Forest Row. It was one of those situations in which the route description still makes sense if you go the wrong way. ‘Bear right at grassy triangle,’ said the directions, ‘to join more major footpath (230 degrees).’ I did: it was the wrong triangle and the wrong footpath but on the same bearing.

The directions said the tree line was visible 70 yards to the left. It was. They said to ‘keep ahead on main footpath, rising inexorably’. Up I went. They said to ignore footpath sign pointing ‘neither one way nor t’other’. There was such a sign and I ignored it. I continued uphill as the route description directed and I came across a junction (‘arrow on tree ahead’ – there was one) where I went left as instructed.

I was supposed to come to a lane and then a road at this point. I went a long way up a track that I convinced myself was the lane but there was no mistaking the absence of a road. And because I thought I’d gone the right way I didn’t go back nearly far enough to retrace my steps to where I’d actually gone astray. It must have taken me half an hour to finally get back on track; once you lose your bearings in woods it’s very hard to identify a clear landmark to show you where you are.

I had to get back to London by 6pm that evening, and since I didn’t want to be chasing the clock for the rest of this storm-swept Sunday, I took this as an excuse to drop down to the 20-mile route. That gave me time to rest and enjoy and some of the LDWA’s always-ample snacks and always-amiable company at the checkpoints. And it saved my legs a little for my stage of the Real Relay from Waltham Cross to Hertford on Tuesday.

Still on a high

I’m still on a high from last weekend’s 24-hour race. I’d entered it largely as an attempt to give a final boost to my Lakeland 100 training but it turned out to be a great event in its own right – and I’m still feeling the exhilaration from hitting the 100-mile mark in just over 22 hours. The neck still hurts but the buzz is beating it.

I’ve also been getting a bit of a buzz from the fundraising with some old friends and distant relatives among the recent donors. The grand total is £1,876.98 so far (£2,163.83 including Gift Aid). I’ve now done 863 miles towards the target, plus 420 in training, which doesn’t count. Why, I ask myself, why?