Dad. A bar in the living room. Genius.
Love him x
Dad. A bar in the living room. Genius.
Love him x
With over 600 entries and plenty of spectators creating a great atmosphere, the Folkestone Coastal 10k seemed like something I should enter. I signed up at the start of the year with every intention of training hard for it, but then I had two months off with a rib and knee injury so that rather set me back. However, I gave it a go and that’s all that really matters. However, that said, I have done a lot of walking recently up a fair amount of hills, so this being a flat course, I knew I could finish it. I just wanted to be able to run the whole distance without collapsing.
The last time I actually ran 10k was back in September 2012 at the Resolution Run in Mote Park. I really wanted the weather to be slightly more pleasant than then. There was no rain, but jeez it was cold before the run started!
I admit it, I wasn’t really feeling in the mood to run. Photos by Dad.
Just to prove how cold it was at the start… Mum wrapped up nice and warm. However, it was soon time to remove the trusty Carter USM top. I like to run/walk in Buff headbands now – they can be used in various styles, but I just went for a simple ‘wrap it round’ approach.
I started in my usual position – about a third of the way back. I have no delusions that I’m ever going to win a 10k. It’s about proving to myself that I can do it, but, of course, I don’t want to come last either!
I tracked this run with my Garmin 10 – I basically don’t change pace too much and try and stick at something that is comfortable. If I had had any training this might be different, but I’m all self taught so I tend to just go with what I like. Anyway, I got overtaken by a lot of people in the first 2km, but I overtook a lot in the last half of the run, so a steady pace works well for me.
My left ankle started hurting at the 3k marker which wasn’t a good sign and I did contemplate quitting, but I carried on and it eased. At 7k I felt my right groin twinge, but, well, when you’ve gone that far you have to finish. By the second drinks point it was warm, very warm, and that cup of water just got poured all over my head – heaven!
There were no medals on offer, perhaps this is always the case, but, instead, was a really cool trophy! I’m lovin’ that.
Unfortunately, the on-site refreshments were not very vegan friendly, so I quickly tucked into a sarnie I had brought with me.
My aim for this run was to go under the hour. I’ll update this with the chip time when I have it, but my Garmin reckons this: 58:22, so I’m chuffed to bits with that and thinking of signing up for next year as soon as I can.
Mother, Mother-In-Law, Mother’s Mother. Mothers.
Take a big, fat, wheezing, dying man… Open his eyes to the world of compassion, make him Vegan, give him good food, throw in a lot of walking, add a dash of weight training and blend in some running… You end up with a much happier soul. 308lbs down to 168lbs… 100lbs done in 2012. 52inch jeans down to 32/34inch now… Nice!
Happy New Year plant munchers x
Time for some photos of the before, the after and some big trousers!
As the Spice Girls used to say… Two Become One. Nothing like getting in a pair of jeans with the wife… one in each leg!
Now in its 37th year, the Boxing Day Run in Saltwood attracts over 600 mad people that think running around a three mile hilly bog is a good plan the day after Xmas. Some do it for charity, some do it for a giggle, some do it because they have a point to prove to themselves. This year, after watching this run many times, I decided to do it. On Boxing Day 2011, I stood watching the madness as usual, dreaming that I could shift enough weight to give it a go. Well, after dropping seven stone this year it was definitely worth a shot. I was accompanied on this by some friends from work…
Three weeks of heavy rain made this the wettest and muddiest year for a long time and, having never run on anything other than a treadmill or road, I had no idea what to expect. Mud. Lots of mud. Some poo. Lots of poo actually. And water. A river at one point where there used to be a path.
Despite the conditions, this was the most enjoyable run I have done. The atmosphere was great all the way around the course. The decent run-time I hoped for went right out of the window as I had no tactics whatsoever and failed to realise there would be bottlenecks at every gate and stile. Note to self: next year, go off quick and avoid the herd. However, 37:17 with about 8 minutes of stopping in a mud-bath aint too bad for my first attempt at off-road running.
That aside, this was a personal battle for me – to be able to get myself into a decent enough state to do this run and not actually feel tired at the end is very satisfying. To do this as a Vegan makes it even more pleasing. My Dad said he felt very emotional as I ran past towards the finish line, so you can’t ask for more than that… This marked the end of a great year’s transformation in both my body and soul.
Lucky No: 504
A few weeks ago, I joined a running club… This was my first opportunity to wear the Vegan Runners vest! They are Vegan and they run. Perfect.
Even dogs can’t resist watching…
Me, Stano, Sebmeister and Cat – a mixture of nervous tension and the desire to go back to bed.
And we were off…
Dad, waiting expectantly at the finish…
Far less muddy than expected, mainly due to the torrents of water that helped clean me on the way around.
Cat and Sebmeister approaching the finish, after (at least) 3 falls, a shoe-retrieval and a toilet break.
Four very proud people… and no broken legs!
Time to go shower and eat.
Ok, I may have been a bit muddier than previously mentioned.
More stuff for the running scrapbook.
Looking forward to next year already!
(Photos by my Dad, Wife and Me)