Windy Westcoast Weekend: Part 1

Friday I slept. I may have woken up for food every now and again but for the vast majority I was truly unconscious. Now you think that would mean I would have little to report but oh no I can make paragraph up or two about pretty much anything. My inner ear infection that I mentioned a while back still hasn't completely cleared up. I'm getting to the point now that I don't believe it is an infection. The only symptom of it is this dizziness when I'm in bed. It has got to the point now where I have sort of gotten used to it and it no longer wakes me up when I turn over at night. What it does do is intrude into my dreams.

It is very bizarre. Basically I have had quite a few dreams now where I'm going along perfectly normally and I presume that at that point I must roll over in my sleep and in my dream I get dizzy. On Friday, my day of sleep, I must have been especially fidgety as I recall fairly well a dream where I spent the whole time feeling very thick headed as I do when this vertigo hits me when I'm awake. But enough of my wobbly night time adventures.

One other note worthy thing about Friday was it was the last day of April and my month of vegetarianism came to and end. I have to say that I have failed at this challenge more than any of the others, I ate meat several times during the month for one reason or another but one thing that I didn't do was eat any meat at home. I said going into that I would be sensible about it, that I would try and do my best unless I thought it was having a negative impact on me. Generally I felt great the whole month and the times when I did eat meat due to feeling tired was more to do with me not being sensible with the food I ate as opposed to actually the vegetable diet itself. I'm happy to be able to eat meat guilt free again but something I have taken form this is an appreciation of vegetarian dishes and will definitely be including them in meals that I regularly cook.

As of yet I have not come up with anything for May but I'll let you know if I do.

It was Vancouver International Marathon weekend here and on Saturday morning I had volunteered to help out on the BC athletics stand down at the Expo. My job was thankfully simple and all I had to do was hand out leaflets about upcoming races and try and promote PRR as much as I could. It was a good time actually, Susan and Carol were also there and if the questions got to hard the Maurice who works for BC Athletics was on hand to step in and take over. Our stand was well positioned for people watching as runners filed past queuing up to get the race packets. There was such a diverse bunch of people taking part it was great to see, it really did show that people of all ages, gender, race, weight and hair length and colour can be runners.

Another plus was the freebies being handed out. Having got a free coffee and muffin from the McDonald's stand on the way in, I also managed to snag a chocolate bar, several energy chews, a bunch of Advil (Score!) some wrist head pad things and some menstrual cramp heat pads, that will teach me to grab things without paying attention, I did wonder why I got an odd look from that stand. Another big plus was that the stand next to us was for the Scotiabank Half Marathon June. They were offering a $15 discount if you signed up there and then which was a bit of a bargain so I'm now signed up for that.

Throughout the morning two things were keeping my mind occupied. The first was trying not to cave and sign up for the half marathon the next morning, the late registration booth was just across from us. Not signing up for the half was made easier by the $90 + $10 sign up fee but was made harder by everyone around me getting there numbers and getting excited about the run, I did manage to stop myself though.

The second was getting updates from Mike about how Ellie was doing in her first ever 100k race. That's right I said 100k, not a typo of adding an extra zero, 62 miles of race. It was the Elk Beaver 100k which consisted of 10 laps of 10k around the lake. Mike and Sukhi had gone across to Vancouver Island to crew for her and on each lap Mike would update us as to how she was doing. The guys even ran a lap or two each to help pace her (though I think she actually paced them) and to keep her company as well. I will resist in building the tension by giving you the blow by blow account of waiting for each update but as people we knew stopped by at the stand we were all keenly aware of how it was going. In the end Ellie won the race, not just the first female but first overall, in an awesome time of 7 hours 36 minutes, which to put into some sort of perspective, my fastest marathon time was 3:10, Ellie did this then turned around and did it again and then did another 10 miles just for kicks. 100k at 4:31 minutes per km, astonishing doesn't even nearly sum it up.

To finish up the day I was going to see a very appropriate film that was made about ultra running. A friend had a spare ticket and had asked if I fancied checking it out, with little else to do and my love for anything movie orientated it was not a tough decision. It was a short film of only about 50 minutes and was being shown at the Vancouver Space Center which I had never been to before. XS-NRG (sound it out) was all about 4 guys who were attempting to run 180 km non-stop of trail down the Sunshine Coast. The Space Center looks fun and I will make it back soon to have a proper look around and the auditorium we were in was packed out which was great to see the support for a local film.

In brief this was a mega challenge with the trails being difficult to navigate and a massive distance to cover. 3 out of the 4 people dropped out before the half way point with only one powering through to the end, taking him over 40 hours to complete it. It was a funny film and a good look at ultra running at it's most challenging, with great moments of mini-arguments between the runners and glide being liberal applied to all bits that needed it, it kept every one engaged and entertained. One point I have to make is that out of the four runners it was the one who was seen to be eating cheeseburgers and drinking beer that finished and the two vegans who dropped out first, just saying is all :)

The really cool bit was after it was finished the director and runners got up on stage to answer questions about the film which gave you some fun insights in to what was involved. Even better was going for a beer after with them all and really getting the fun stories that didn't make it into the film. Thank Lara for the invite, a great evening.

I'm actually going to cut it there for the weekend as Sunday is a post all onto it self and I'm trying very hard not over do each individual post.

More to follow soon...

Bikes, Beaches and Beer

With having left writing my blog for a few days I have lots to catch up on, so in my customary style I shall try to be brief. :) Actually I'm going to break this down into separate posts so you don't fall asleep before the end.

As it had been more than a couple of days since I had last seen a movie I decided to pop out on Thursday afternoon and catch Date Night with Steve Carell and Tina Fey. Trailers had looked good and the movie was fair but I felt that it fell in a comedy gap. It seemed to be aiming it self at adults then it would switch to kid style humour the next and just felt it couldn't decide which it was. It was a little like Adventures in Babysitting if anyone remembers that classic but didn't quite make it. Good but not great.

With my purchase of my bike the night before, it was time to give it a go. Sukhi volunteered to cycle down to running club with me to show me the safest way downtown during rush hour traffic. It should be mentioned that apart from a cycle ride around Stanley Park shortly after I got here I don't think I have sat on a bike in about 16 years. Luckily the old adage proved true, it was just like riding a bike, and I set off in hot pursuit of Sukhi. I'm glad I was recording the route on my Garmin as I would never be able to repeat the route on my own. I was so busy alternating been gasping for air, dodging traffic and trying to remember correct hand signals that where we were going ranked very low on my lists of concerns.

There was one other concern that was bothering me and was progressively becoming more of an issue as the journey continued. To be delicate about it, let's just say it was in the saddle area that the problem was presenting. The seat I have on the bike is I think as bike seats go pretty comfortable but even still after 20 minutes I had noticed my level of discomfort rising dramatically. I kept finding excuses to stand up on the pedals and surreptitiously jiggle 'things' around a bit. And to add to this was the fact that even though we were peddling into a pretty strong headwind I was sweating so much that my clothes were rapidly becoming nothing but damp rags.

We did arrive without any major issues and the relief to step off the bike was only matched by my concern about having to make it home later, which would also be going up hill. I did walk around for the next 10 minutes looking like I had just stepped out of a western and I do have a huge new found respect for Sarah, Sukhi, Bill, Jess and all the others members who cycle down to the club before running, because as for me, the last thing I felt like doing was heading out for a run.

One big plus was that Ellie was back in town for a race (more to follow in next post about that) and had come out to have a gentle run with us and to say hello. It is always good to have Ellie back running with us and due to the fact that Susan, Terry and Karen were also tapering for the Vancouver Half Marathon on Sunday we all took a slightly slower paced run out to Second beach, which the slower pace worked just fine for me as I was growing more and more concerned that I may have had extensive bruising of the old man fruit.

While it was still a little windy it was a great night for a run along the sea wall through English Bay. The beach volley ball people have started to come out already and there was a good group of people enjoying the sun and sand.

And as always, when we have any kind of excuse, as soon as the run was over we headed for a drink. With Ellie visiting and everyone wanting to catch up it was a good sized crowd and we even got some friends from the Vancouver Falcons (running club for the serious/good people) to come have some drinks too.

In retrospect it probably wasn't the best idea to pair up the first night of cycling to the night I drink the most beer I have drunk this year but hey at the time it seemed to be the thing to do. Luckily for me, Barry, Sarah and Victoria had also decided to join in the new drink/bike program as well, so I was in good company as we set off amid slight concern that none of us would actually see another dawn.

This concerns proved completely unfounded, for the first 100 yards anyway. Just as I had gained some momentum and balance there was a small strangled sound of surprise from behind me and when I looked around I found a car bearing down on one of our group who was sitting in the middle of road with a bike wrapped round them. Whilst I won't name names, Barry (oops) had got his wheel 'stuck' in the rail tracks that line the island and had gracefully gone over the handlebars. Roadkill was averted and after some small running repairs and brushing off we all got underway again pretty quickly.

It actually was a fairly pleasant ride home, going along the creek with city reflecting in the water and dodging the odd small dog on the stupid extendable leashes I could see the benefits of cycling and I as for near misses of me hitting the side and going into the water, well lets not dwell on minor details. The uphill journey home wasn't to bad either, although I have a suspicion that this may have been due to the beer scooter effect. I do recall after having left Barry and then Sarah to finish my ride home, coming up next to another cyclist at some traffic lights. I'm not sure he realised we would be drag racing off of the green light but suffices to say I took him with ease, style and grace.

Overall a good first attempt of the journey in all. Saved me money and time waiting for buses and trains and also got to see some nice views of the city. One slightly perturbing thought though is the fact that on the way down to club it was a journey of 10k on the way back it was nearly 12k, might need to work on that return route.

Run, Cook, Bike

After a fairly active weekend I decided to take Monday of from running and give my body a much needed break. The weather while rainy was still pretty warm so I did make the choice to still get out of the apartment and go for walk. The park near my apartments is always great to have a wander round and even with a light drizzle it was a pleasant walk with the squirrels bounding around and do mock charges at you, still not use to that one, and the big Koi Carp type fish skimming the surface in the lake scaring the heck out of the ducks.

Tuesday started off with a full on down pour and the forecast looked like it was set to stay for the day. With running club in the evening I was already dreading a third run in a row of getting soaked. Through the afternoon the rain was on and off and when I left the apartment there were some pretty ominous black clouds hanging over downtown. But I'm glad to say after getting there and changed and actually out on the Tuesday club warm up, the sun came out and it was a great night for a run around the creek.

With 12 days to go until the Sun Run I'm trying to push hard on the club runs and my one speed work session a week and with some great runners in the club it is easy to find someone to push that bit faster. Due to the creek run being about 1K shy of 10K we added on an extra part to get closer to the 6.2 miles of the race. With the sun hitting the water and a cool breeze it was a good evening for finding that little extra motivation and even though we took a quick break at the half way point I'm really happy with the workout, especially as we almost did negative splits virtually the whole way round (each K faster than the last). The average pace was about 4:08 per K over the 9.6K distance, to get my dream result in the race I need 3:59 min per K. So still a little to go but I'm feeling positive that I will get close. And the best bit of the evening as always was having a couple of beers after and now that we finish before dusk we get to sit my the side of the dock and drink watching the sun set over the city, brilliant!

I've been looking forward to today for a little while now. Ever since I started my month of vegetarianism I have wanted to get Sukhi to show me how to make some authentic Indian dishes from scratch. Having finally got myself organised and found a time we could do, today was to be my cooking lesson. The first thing I have learned is just how many different things go into the dish. With Sukhi help I have know got more herbs, spices and seeds in my kitchen than ever before, they have even now got there own special box.

Not only did Sukhi show me how to get going with the base for a lot of Indian dishes he also showed me some cooking basics which I have been frighteningly lacking, things like how to dice an onion, up until now it has been more like a massacre than dicing.

After extensive not taking and Sukhi making it look so effortless I'm psyched to give it a go on my own. I have a suspicion that it will take a few attempts to get anything close to what I ate today but I'm up for the challenge and what's the worse that can happen, right? :)

And yes what we did today was vegetarian. A spicy mushroom dish which had a great kick and even made my nose run a little. With the meat embargo ending on Friday I shall be adding chicken to these dishes as well but also doing veggie ones as well, I have come to appreciate a veggie option every now and again.

With my cooking class over and a nice tingling feeling on my taste buds it was back to Costco to finally get off the fence and buy a bike. I have chosen to get a cheap hybrid option that will get me around town and then if and when I give triathlons ago I can get a specific road racing bike.

After doing a few laps of the Costco isles and taking pictures of me in different helmets, turns out I look stupid in all head wear, I have got the bike and helmet and weather permitting I shall cycle down to club tomorrow night to test it all out. I shall report how city riding goes shortly.

Finally, having received a fair amount of stick for NEARLY peeing in the Costco sink I will endeavour to get a photo to prove how easy an error it was to make. Only problem with this is finding a moment when the the place is deserted as people sort of get funny when you take a camera out in the restroom, go figure.

I know what I did this weekend!

Well to sum before I even start, this weekend lived up to and surpassed expectation.

I had been wondering whether or not to take part in a trail race this weekend as I have never done one and do enjoy the trails and wonder what the differences would be from running on the road and on the trails. This weekend saw the first of the Five Peaks series and I had thought about giving it a go. As it turns out I didn't, It cost to much and it was to far away so the story of my first trail race will have to wait for another day :)

Instead, Ross, PRR's esteemed president suggested doing an orientation run (means trial run, I think) for the ominously named, although I'm assured it's for a different reason, Iron Knee and Tender Knee races. So at 8am on Saturday morning Ross, Barry and myself were to be found on the North Shore lined up in the drizzling rain waiting to go for a bit of a jolly in the mountains.

The group that organise these events are called Mountain Madness, name says it all, and are very well organised at that. On arriving we were handed maps with a full list of directions on that the course would be taking. Unfortunately these directions mainly consisted of trail names such as Power line, Ned's Atomic Dustbin, Old Buck and Mystery Creek to name a few. As this meant pretty much nothing to any of us we resolved to follow the trail run leaders instead, who make sure no one actually gets lost. There was a many groups to cater for most abilities so if anyone is tempted, you could do a lot worse than to try it out with theses guys and girls, and for once in running the girls seemed to outnumber the boys.

This would be Barry's first real trail run and while the temperature was cool and the rain coming down it did nothing to dampen his spirit of taking on the challenge. We all headed off and the order for the rest of the run was pretty much sorted straight off, Trail leader Darren in front, Barry close behind and Ross and I trying to keep them insight. The course was only 12k long but fairly soon into the run we were faced with the Power line Trail which is aptly named as it follows the power lines running up to the side of Mt. Seymour, raising over a 1000ft in elevation over nearly 3k of constant incline. After attempting to run the first couple of hundred metres we all pretty much switched to power hiking, then hiking, then walking and then using our arms to push our legs to keep them moving. I have to say it was a bit of a challenge. As always though, what goes up must come down and let me tell you it was a fun run down. I have said it before about trail running but there is something that makes me feel like a little kid again. Running heedlessly down a mountain jumping over rocks and trees and splashing through mud and puddles, it real is great fun. We eventually arrived back at the start after nearly an hour and half, coated with mud and all with big smiles plastered over our faces, although that could have been due to the fact that we could now change into warm dry clothing, you decide.

The fact that it was still only just after 10am meant we decided to grab some brunch and headed over to a place I first went to when I got to Vancouver, The Three Lions. A British pub where the football (soccer) was on the TV and we could grab some breakfast and an early beer, well we had been running we had earned it!

After getting home and soaking in the bath for a while to regain feeling in my toes I got the mundane weekend tasks out the way, clothes washing/drying etc and in between cycles, catching some welcome naps.

Saturday night and for once I had plans that didn't involve running what so ever. Ed had organised a meal at a restaurant called Chambar where Belgian Tapas was the theme, followed by a film and then a few drinks.

Trying to speed up this blog I will just say that while the food and drink at Chambar was amazingly cooked and presented I was left a little hungry and it was a tad expensive. I think that it is more due in fault to me than the restaurant. I get a little grumpy when portion size is small and to be honest I'm just probably not sophisticated enough for places like this, which the fact that I managed to drop a muscle into my lap attested to. Don't get me wrong though I did enjoy the meal, The different beers that the waiter kept recommending were great and I did try muscles for the first time which as long as I didn't look at it as I ate it, tasted lovely. The bits of bison we had while small were very tasty as well. Although I did draw the line at calamari, I have said it before and it is worth saying it again, I like calamari as long as it is not in it's original form, tentacles, I don't do tentacles!

It should be observed at this point that this weekend has not been a good one for the vegetarian challenge with several slip ups. I would however argue that I would have hardly eaten if I had stuck firm and frankly I have been very hungry all weekend.

The least said about the film the better. We saw Control Alt Delete and frankly while I try and find the good in most movies this was just horrendous from start to finish. It was a Canadian film, shot in Vancouver I wanted to like it but just couldn't. Not to spoil it for anyone but the basic blot is that it is set in 1999 and follows a stressed head programmer who is in charge of Y2K fixes for a major corporation. He finds the only ways to 'relieve' his stress is to drill holes into PC's and screw them. I kid you not. There were a couple of funny moments and good performances but nothing could make up for the scenes of him banging away at his desktop or in the big finale, the firms mainframe. Wrong, wrong, diddly wrong! Stop funding this rubbish, there are talented people out there, let them have a chance.

Right, I've got that out my system. Thankfully the evening picked up again after that with us heading into Gastown and a great cozy little bar called Six Acres. With pictures on the wall of celebrity guests, ranging from Rowan Atkinson to Don Johnson and a shelf full of board games like Ludo and Connect 4 this was a great place to hang out, sample some more tasty beers and enjoy the conversation. With Victoria back from her trip to Australia and Barry, Ed, his friend Fiona from New Zealand and myself we covered most a vast array of topics thinking nothing of bashing our way through politics and religion, insulting pretty much everyone along the way, or I did at least, fun times :)

Sunday morning and again the alarm is going off before 7am. With only a week to go before the Vancouver Marathon and Half, this morning's Sunday PRR club run headed off the trails and back onto the road. We were running from the False Creek Community Centre where we meet on normal club nights and running up to the UBC campus and back with a round trip of just under 22k, perfect warm up for those running the half next week.

The run is basically a 9.5K 'ish flat run out to UBC where we climb a long but not steep slope into the UBC campus, turn around and retrace our steps back to the Granville Island. There were lots of runners out today getting in the final long run before next week and several times we saw people we knew along the way. The running community here is very friendly and it's great to have some one give you a wave when you are not feeling that into it. We also managed to run through a film location who seemed to be trying to recreate a carnival type scene at one of the many beaches along the way. I do still get a kick from seeing all the trucks and lighting and cameras although it is a fairly common occurrence here.

After getting to the top of the UBC hill and turning around the weather which had started off cold and windy decided to through another element into the mix, rain. It was a long hard slog back, running into the wind and rain I was soon drenched and frankly I was sapped of any energy I had left. The film crew seemed determined to get there scenes shot with background cast playing Frisbee and the like in beach wear while simultaneously shivering. The last 3K were really rough, with not a dry centimetre of clothing and cold hands and soaked feet I had to remind myself many times that I was doing this for fun. I think I can safely say we were all glad to get back and finish and in not a to shabby time considering the conditions.

A quick change into dry clothes and a hot drink and muffin at Pedro's perked everyone back up in no time.

Getting back home and again sitting in bath to warm up all the cold bits I found myself heading for what must have been the umpteenth nap of the weekend. I'm a napping animal!

Power nap over and done with, I awoke to find the sun had come out. I had promised Sukhi I would take a quick look at a PC problem he had and I took a walk in the sun over to his house. Thankfully I managed to find the problem fairly quickly, which went to fix some of the wounds to my ego that my issues earlier in the week had caused and in reward Sukhi came along to help me look for a bike. I have been thinking of getting gone since I got here as Vancouver is a very bike friendly place and it would not only give me a different form of exercise but also save me a little money on Sky Train tickets.

I'm still indecisive about getting a road bike or a hybrid but I'm leaning towards hybrid as it would take a little more punishment which as I haven't really ridden a bike in many years it would probably sustain regularly.

To top of the weekend I was even treated ti a magnificent home barbecued burger with freshly made spicy onions. I know, I know, I'm not meant to eat meat at the minute, but I have been hungry all weekend and have exercised more than enough to justify the calories and frankly this weekend I have been so low on energy that I felt that I need meat. I will say that this is my own fault as for the rest of the month energy has not been an issue but with a tough end to the week and a busy weekend I have not had the time it takes me to think of and prepare the proper vegetarian dishes. I have been lazy and that is the cause of lack of energy but it still doesn't alter the fact that I was drained and so fell back to what I know and that is meat. Sorry, I feel bad, I really do, but I want to be honest about these challenges and some are harder than others.

On the plus side on getting home and pottering around for as bit I discovered I was still hungry and even though the desire to fall back on my old friend McDonald's was strong I didn't and instead whipped up a fast vegetarian pasta dish which did the job nicely.

So while eating that meal I made another error by watching this weeks Doctor Who episode in the dark. For those that don't watch it you may think me foolish but I would put money on the fact those that do understand why after a few minutes the little voice in my head was screaming at me to turn on the light or at least pull the blanket up a little higher. Good to see the new Doctor return to form.

Oh and I nearly forgot, as near misses of death inducing embarrassment go the trip to Costco ranks right up there. Popping into the rest room I walked into the men's area to be faced with a fairly common sight, a big long chrome trough to pee in. As I stood up next to it and prepared to get out little David I started thinking how high this trough was off the ground, it was pretty much at my waist height and being 6ft (YES I AM!) I thought this a little odd. with fly down and getting ready to 'shake hands with the man' I finally realised one small detail I had previously missed. this particular chrome trough came with taps! Bugger! I had very nearly peed in the sink. As I subtlety relocated myself to the right location I did say a little prayer of thanks for the last minute revelation. May be a little more attention to detail is required on my part.

Nap Time!

Well the last few days have been a bit stressful. I discovered a nasty little error in my programming for work and have been pretty much awake since then trying to fix it. Well I have had a few power naps in between but you get the idea. Without trying to bore you, the problem was connected to something called Web Services which I have had very little to do with up until know and to be honest I'll be happy if that trend continues. In theory they are very simple little things that allow companies to exchange data behind the scenes so the service you get seems like it is all coming from one place but in fact could be getting information from all over the shop. In the end I put the call out for help and Martin went to bat for me and solved the problem, Basically some files were out of date on my machine and all I need to do was update to the new version, there were a few other minor things but that is what it boiled down too. Computers, Grrrrrr.

Luckily there have been some bright spots too. Thursday saw some very nice spring sun come to Vancouver. The club run was great, just what I need to clear out my head and since it was such a perfect evening, we ran out to Jericho Beach, allowing us to follow the coast line pretty much all the way out and back. People were playing volleyball on Kits Beach and the view across the inlet from Jericho was stunning. Snow capped Mountains behind sandy beaches with forest trails framing the picture, what more could you want?

After Martin sorted out my annoying little glitch today I decided to celebrate in one of my favourite ways, I headed to the movies. Today's' film of choice was The Losers. It is another film conversion of a graphic novel. After I saw Watchmen I felt quite disheartened by this genre but with Kick-Ass last week and now this one, I am coming back around to the idea. The Losers is about a group of soldiers who are betrayed by a shadowy organisation set out on world evil and chaos. It was a little like the A-Team but very cool and funny. It will be interesting to see how the actual A-Team film compares later in the year.

After a little nap when I got back I headed to the gym to carry on with my speed training for the Vancouver 10k Sun Run. After 6 reps of 1k at about 10-15 secs faster than my goal pace I am starting to feel that I'm making some progress. I'm hoping to run the course before race day so I have an idea of it and so I know what I'm facing and how the two bridges will feel.

I've actually got quite an action packed weekend hopefully so I should have some activities to report on soon. Right, off to bed, early start in the morning.

Past Few Days

To finish off my splurge of blog writing for the day I will just do very quick recap of recent activities.

Over the weekend I started off my 10k training plan for the Sun Run on May 9th. My first run back on the treadmill for a while went well and the speed felt pretty good so here is to hoping that the next few weeks go as well.

Saturday night was a trip to the cinema to see Kick-Ass. Definitely not a kids film. A touch of Tarantino-esque violence and some humour and action thrown in for good measure. A film I would happily recommend if you like that genre of movie.

Sunday morning had me up early again but not as bad as the last couple of weeks. Some friends from PRR headed out on the trails up in Lynn Canyon. It was my first trail run in a few months and my first real go with new trail running shoes, Montrail Masochists. The shoes did a great job and the weather turned out well, we did a lap around Rice lake and then up through the long Lynn trail. Going through the trees and streams and over the rocks was amazing fun and it would have been an awesome morning if it weren't for the fact that Ed who was just ahead of me, stepped badly onto a rock and turned his ankle. From my view point it looked quite nasty and from the colour of Ed's face he felt just as bad. Fortunately we weren't to far from the end and through a combination of people helping and Ed limping, we got him back to the car.

Tuesday's club run was fun, with me trying to keep up my pace not going brilliantly but still fair and the new guy Ben running us all into the ground. Also Sarah has caved and now joined Barry, Sukhi, Ross, Ed, Jackie, Bill, myself and others by purchasing a Garmin. With all the GPS going on in the club now, we will have all of Vancouver mapped in no time.

Today I popped out for the cheap matinee showing of How to Train Your Dragon 3-D. It is a good fun kids film but saying that there were only adults in the audience when I was there :)

While I'm still not 100% convinced by 3-D it definitely works well with this film and I'm just amazed at how far animation has come. Really amazing.

With 9 days to go with the vegetarian month I have been putting some though tin what May we hold in store for me, I have some ideas and will let you know when I have chosen a good option. Although if anyone has suggestions I will gladly listen. I did like the idea of having done a month on no meat maybe I should do a month with no vegetables :)

One last thought for the day is that I'm toying with the idea of trying to set-up my own 5k race near to where I live. I have been thinking about it for a while and I'm intrigued to see what is involved. Will update you if I pursue this idea.

April Fools' Run - Half Marathon Race Report

With all my bluster about about not racing ant long distances for a while and concentrating on the shorter 5k and 10k races the other weekend I headed over to the sunshine coast for a quick half marathon.

The Friday morning I had placed some remark or another on Facebook about facing a quiet weekend and stepping up to the plate was Sukhi with the suggestion that I might fancy ago at a relatively local half marathon the Sunday morning. I do love the fact and I hope I never take it for granted that the suggestion of running a half marathon in under 48 hours time can be offered and accepted with little thought of the fact the race distance is 13.1 miles. It took me nearly 6 months to train for my first Half and I do feel very lucky that through a little hard work and a lot of just getting out there week after week has paid off to the point where this is possible.

Adding to the fun, Barry decided he also fancied giving it a shot and after some slight cajoling and bare faced lying ("21k is only double what we run on a club night, it will be easy") Sarah was persuaded to join in to. This is even more crazy as the furthest she had run to date was 15k and that was only a few weeks before in the Birch Bay race the club attended.

The location of the run was Gibsons to Sechelt on the Sunshine Coast of British Columbia which is on a sort of peninsula off the coast of Vancouver. We would be taking an early morning ferry from Horseshoe Bay over to Gibsons to be there for just before 8am to sign up and be ready for the 9am start. Due to the early start and having to be at the dock by about 7am, Barry arranged to pick us up at about 6am and so an early evening would have been a good idea.

Frankly I had decided to do a last minute half and get up at 5:15am on a Sunday morning , good ideas were obviously not in abundance that weekend so when Steve asked if I would like to watch the UFC fight happening that Saturday night, I readily agreed.

Steve's neighbour hosted the evening and what a great evening it was. We yelled at the TV, got a few good fights, some not so good and some just plain stupid and got to drink beer, eat pizza and gorge on M & M's late into the night. Perfect pre-race preparation. So when midnight was beckoning I thought it was probably best to head out and at least pretend to get some sleep so by the time I had navigated the very good public transport of Vancouver and got home and sorted out kit for the morning, I was still going to get a solid 3+ hours sleep.

About 2.5 hours later I was bolt upright awake. Pre-race nerves even one in which you have put no training or expectation into can make sleep a very slippery customer. Breakfast, dressed, lubed and ready to go I headed out into the still dark Sunday morning. With a short drive to the harbour and time for a quick slice of lemon cake and a cup of tea which I'm sorry to say had a tea bag in it which couldn't have looked more like a scrotum if it tried, we got on to the dawn ferry and set sail.

The journey was beautiful with the sun coming up over the mountains behind us and the day looking to have perfect weather for the run it was already proving worth while getting up at that time. The ferry was full of runners heading over and a there was an excited atmosphere on board. Sarah started having doubts about this being such a great plan but we all told her that "... it's only 6k further than you raced the other weekend, you'll be fine!". 45 minutes later we docked and and were shepherded off the boat and onto a waiting yellow school bus to take us to the start line.

The race was a point-to-point race starting in Gibsons and ending next to the beach at Sechelt, 21.1k away. Signed up and ready to go we got to the start line with time to spare and due to the fact that this race only recorded your gun time (from whe n the gun goes off to when you cross the line) we got as near to the front as possible. While waiting we did bump into a few characters, one who was wearing a full Darth Vader helmet and cape and another guy running barefoot. We also managed to touch base with the other PRR club members and friends running the race including Mike Palichuk who only the day before had race din a 50k trail run and had come fourth.

To the race was great. After struggling with LA and a few other races I have done recently, this was exactly what I needed. The weather was cool with a slight breeze which stopped me overheating, the scenery was postcard worthy to keep my mind occupied and the fellow races were chatty and friendly with everyone enjoying the run. I have the goal this year of running a sub 1:30 half marathon and after getting a good start and feeling great I started to think that maybe today was the day. The course was not flat by any measure but I even enjoyed the hills and actually managed to overtake a few people going up them which is unheard of for me. My Garmin showed I was safely on pace to achieve my target time and even with the big hill at about mile 9 of the 13.1 I was still on pace at the top with just a nice swooping down hill and then flat finish to the beach. Here is the problem, Garmins are a great training tool and I wouldn't be with out it, but boy can they get you into trouble during a race. For one reason and another my garmin had recorded I had run further than the race markers were showing that I had and to add to the problem I believed my Garmin over the markers so when I go to where my watch thought the end was I still had another 550 metres to go. This meant that while I finished in a personal best time of 1:31:29 it wasn't the 1:29:17 my watch led me to believe was going to be mine.

Straight after crossing the line I was a tad grumpy but this soon faded as I took in the surroundings and realised how much fun I had had at the race. The finish line was at the beach and a beautiful mountain packed sky line was clearly visible over the ocean. Barry finished his first half in just over 1:28 and Sukhi and Sarah came over the line a few minutes apart in the early 1:40's. I even beat Mike who was 30 seconds behind me. All it takes for me to beat him is to get him to race a 50k the day before, sorted! We all had a good race and after a quick paddle in the very cold ocean to cool my calves down we watched the prizes be given out and headed back by bus to the start area.

Having got back to the start a little after a ferry had left we had some time to kill before the next sailing so we found a nearby pub and grabbed some lunch. Unfortunately speedy service was not on the menu and after wolfing our admittedly nice food down we raced back to catch the buss to the ferry only to find we had missed by a couple of minutes. Taxi's were not to be found and thankfully with the next ferry departing shortly, the very nice gut at the leisure centre reception desk offered to personally drive us down to the ferry and getting there with a couple of minutes to spare.

After a relaxed crossing back and a few light suggestions that Sarah may want to look at a marathon next as it was "...only the distance of that race again", I got back home around 4 ish just in time for a very pleasant and well earned afternoon nap.

Thanks to Steve, Anne and their neighbours for putting up with me for the pre-race evening and to Sukhi for kicking it all off, Barry for driving and the race director for putting on a great and well organised race. Not a bad way to spend the day at all.

Hurley Curley

Last Thursday was my first go at curling. Having been in Canada over a winter period I thought I should have had at least one go at this by now so when my friend Ed sent out an invite I snapped up the opportunity right away.

We were lucky enough to be going along with a member of the Australian B curling team who would be watching over us and providing us with much needed hints and tips. And after meeting up at Ed's work place there were 32 of us heading off to the Richmond Curling Centre.

A quick aside from the curling is that the evening also saw me eat my first ever veggie burger. I always thought this was some sort of evil trick having vegetables shaped into resembling a burger and was really on the fence about renouncing my life long refusal to eat, what in my mind, was comparable to the Snake offering Eve the apple, only bad things could happen. So while all around me were tucking into a variety of cheese and bacon covered delights I sat I dubiously eyed the 'Veggie Burger'. To my shock and amazement it was actually very tasty and surprisingly satisfying. If nothing else this month has opened my eyes to a lot more culinary options and it might stop me judging food before I try it, although those of you who have known me longest my know this to be more of a challenge than you might expect.

Back to the curling. We headed off to the side of the curling sheet (ice) with beer in hand and were given a quick safety lesson. To sum up, whilst on the ice be aware of stones heading towards you, they are heavy and collision with ankles will only end badly for you, the stone is fairly remorseless. A quick lesson in how to deliver the stone (check out all these buzz words) and how to try and curl it left or right and we were let loose. I won't lie, I'm not a natural curler, due to male pride/ego all of my first few stones went long, way long, quickly, way quickly! It turns out a touch of finesse was needed for this game. I was in trouble.

With 4 on a team we all separated off and started our own little battles. Ed, myself, Amber and Mike teamed up against an equally skilled team (3 girls and 1 guy who new what he was doing) and started delivering stones one after another. And one after another either went long or fell short until Mike seemed to get his eye in and then Amber who both started to get within the house (target thingy).

Due to Mike and Amber both getting the hang off it we took 1 point in each of the first 2 games and we even started to get the hang of sweeping in front of the stones to give them a little extra distance if required. Ed was having a few balance issue with one or two falls on his backside to keep the evening entertaining, whilst I also went sprawling on occasion while delivering the stone.

By the end if the evening all of us had gotten much better with us all getting inside the house at least once during the evening. We also had won 1 point in all of our games so we actually even won our little match. I wouldn't say it is something I'm going to take up as a hobby but it was definitely a good evening and with a group of you a lot of fun can be had.

Thanks to Ed for helping organise the evening and for inviting me along and to Mike and Amber who barley even winced as another one of my stones went flying across the line nearly taking them out.

Bite Size Blog

In my attempt to shorten my blog entries to make them a little more concise and quicker to read I'm going to try updating with more frequency so not to have information overload when I do update. I would say this though. The reason my entries are on the wordy side is that I don;t just want you to know what I've been doing but what I was thinking at the time I was doing it, that to me is normally the most interesting part :)

This week I have decided to drop the idea of running in the Vancouver Marathon. Towards the end of my training for LA I was just burning out a bit and had started to not enjoy my runs. I have already got a couple more marathons lined up for later in the year and so before I start training for them I decided that I should spend the next few months having some fun and doing shorter races which will help me increase my speed while decreasing my weekly mileage for a while.

I have the Vancouver Sun Run 10k coming up in the second weekend of May and would like to start working on my target of breaking the 40 minute 10k. I have achieved my first target of the year by breaking 20 minutes for 5k at Birch Bay so now I just have to do that twice, easy. My personal best (PB) for the distance at the minute stands at about 41:07 so I have a bit of work to do.

To this end this week I have just gone out and ran at the PRR club nights without having to think about training the next day and I have had great fun with it. Tuesday was my fastest Macdonald & 3rd Ave run I've done and tonight my fastest False Creek run. Now the times are okay nothing crazy but for a change I wasn't thinking as much as just enjoying it which was great, even when the high winds were pummeling us coming over the bridge.

So between now and May 9th I will be doing a lot more speed work, trying to drop some weight and for the first time training for a 10k. This should be new and fun.

Today marks the 1 week stage of my month of vegetarianism. It has been an interesting challenge so far but one I have enjoyed. I have definitely not gone hungry and in most cases I'm concerned that I may have been eating more. I have found it difficult finding things to eat for lunch, where before I would just have a chicken sandwich or a small portion of what I had cooked the night before it has not generally worked like that for veggie meals. Before anyone suggest a cheese sandwich or tuna I would remind them I'm not eating fish and cheese is a topping not a filling. I have been informed that humus will rock my world so I will try that but I remain dubious. I was taken to a great Chinese restaurant called Wild Rice, I had a great meal and even tried tofu for the first time, it is in no way a meat replacement but saying that I have had meat that tasted a whole lot worse. The challenge continues...

For those in Vancouver, on my way home tonight I did stop in to the Bay and look around the Olympic store, massive discounts on everything. I have snagged myself a bargain bamboo running shirt for $15 and lots of stuff still available at 50% discount.

Good luck to my friends running in Rotterdam and Paris Marathon this weekend and look forward to hearing about your adventures.

I'll leave you with a sign I saw on the Sky Train this week. Am I the only one who sniggered childishly when I read this?

Back to reality, or near enough

I've been back in Vancouver for a couple of weeks now and it is nice to be home.

While it was great seeing family and friends in the UK, living out of a suitcase for 5 weeks was a little tedious after a while. Although when I did get back it took a more than a little while to get all my washing done and I am embarrassed to say some of it is still laying around the apartment, I really must sort that out.

The highlights since I've been back are first and foremost getting back to running with my friends at PRR. Strange how you come accustomed to the abuse and mockery, sorry I meant advice and support of course :) While I was back in England I was lucky enough to be invited to the local running club for an evening to see how it was ll done back there. I have to say I was shocked. Mandatory warms-up and cool-downs were involved and even star jumps! It was a great evening and looking at the results that the Wellingborough and District Athletics Club (WDAC) achieve their methods definitely work, but a big departure from what I'm used to where tying your laces is considered stretching and the cool-down is done at the pub.

The first weekend after getting back the club took part in the Birch Bay Road Race down in Washington state. The were 5k, 15k and 30k distances and I'm proud to say PRR cleaned up. Barry won the 15k with Sarah coming in 3rd overall female and there were many over placed runners in there age categories. Due to me having done the LA Marathon the Sunday before I stuck too the 5k race, and yes I know Ross and others had raced further the same weekend as I and they did the 30k distance but hush this is my blog. In my completely valid 5k distance race I came 7th overall and 1st in my age group, unfortunately as the race organisers didn't seem to realise the validity of the distance I got a thick cotton t-shirt unlike the nice technical t-shirt that the others got and I didn't get a medal unlike the others got, but am I bitter?


The main reason for us all crossing the border for this race is that it is a club event and one in which historically we have done very well, winning the club trophy for the previous two years. This year was no exception to doing well but due to some silly point scoring system where clubs got 2 points for each member running we lost out to our rivals who brought out 35 people compared to our 16. With this in mind we started out with a 38 point handicap and we only lost by one point, maybe, there is some discussion on this point as well, mainly by me, but am I bitter? :)

It was a great day for the race and after all of our runners had tremendous personal runs we all headed back up into Canada for our celebration meal and after that our celebration naps, as getting down to Washington and crossing the US border had called for a far to early Saturday morning.

Easter has also been and gone and finally over the long weekend I got to get up to Whistler for some skiing. Barry kindly drove us up there and after warning me several times about having to accept a certain level of cloud at Whistler we got there to a beautiful day. I am completely sold on the place, the snow was great the runs were brilliant and we only covered some of the slopes on Whistler mountain, not even touching Blackcomb. We got to tryout the Olympic downhill slope which was insanely icy and fast which called for so much scrubbing of speed that my legs were practically on fire when I got to the bottom. I need to get my skis sharpened before I try that again and also another 5 years of practise.

Towards the end of the day the deep powder had taken some toll on my legs and I had started to fall with some frequency so it probably wasn't my best plan to go into the terrain park and introduce Barry to ski jumping. But never let it be said that common sense has stood in my way and with the thought of 'how hard can it really be' in our heads we plowed on in. After the first jump I was very concerned that I may very well have broken Barry :( But like a trooper he carried on and we finished the day in one piece more or less and with a panda face tan to show for it too.

Even tough it may come as a shock to some of you I have also been to the cinema a few times since I have been back. Quick reviews as follows:

Clash of the Titans - Meh, not my thing, 3D seemed an after thought and just didn't grab me.

Bounty Hunter (ROM/COM, Gerard Butler and Jennifer Aniston) - Was fair, didn't expect much was disappointed, very formulaic but passes the time.

Repo Men (sci-fi/thriller, Jude Law, Forrest Whittaker) - Was okay, interesting idea but felt it went for more gore than necessary, ending was a bit pants too, reminded me of Total Recall quite a bit but not the good bits.

Chloe (drama/thriller, Julianne Moore, Liam Neeson, Amanda Seyfried) - Good film, strange but good. Acting is great and nice cinematography, also odd how they make the love scene between JM and AS more disturbing than sexy. Nice twist and turns as well, the plot not the love scene.

After having a month of no fast food in January, due to over eating at Christmas and a month of no alcohol in February, due to that fact I can't remember most of Karen's party. I decided that April was the month of no meat due to gorging myself back in the UK. That is right I'm being a vegetarian for a month. Initially I was still going to be eating fish but due to some well raised points, fish has also been cut out for now. After mentioning this on Facebook, friends have risen to the challenge and supplied me with many fantastic sounding recipes for veggie dishes. I'm a week in and so far so good. I have enjoyed cooking the new foods and while a a lot of the dishes I have been doing have been quite spicy to make sure of flavour I have had quite a good variety of things. Mood has been a little funny once or twice and I wasn't sure if that was to do with low iron levels but have taken steps to address that if it was the issue and will look forward to the next few weeks.

Last thing to mention that after seeing the film Chloe, Ed and I had been left to grab ourselves a drink we happened to end up in the Revel Room in the Gas Town District where I'm 99% sure we were sat next to Laura Vandervoort, not a hugely well known actress but she has started in Smallville and has now got a large role in the new remake of 'V'. I love Vancouver! With that and seeing David Hasslehoff in LA, I'm on a role. :)

Slip sliding away.

I realised I never posted anything about my ski holiday to La Plagne, France. So here goes...

I obviously survived with out major injury and we had a fantastic week. The hotel was excellently situated right on the slopes and next to a chairlift which meant we could be out of the room and on the slopes with in 5 minutes in the morning and apart form a couple of ropey days the weather was good and the snow was great.

We had gone half-board and considering the cost of the holiday the food was very good and due to it being a mainly buffet style arrangement I ate far too much in the morning and at night. Morning was a battle to restrict my croissant/toast/egg/yogurt/fruit eating to one go at each, a battle I frequently lost and in the evening my main nemesis was the desert section. Each night they had a selection of options with flan bases dominating the scene with various toppings but the main problem was the ice cream chest. That is right we had open access to 10+ flavours of ice cream. Mint-choc chip, vanilla, lemon sorbet and raspberry were regularly features with an open guest spot each night for the various other flavours. Suddenly my time at LA might have a much more obvious cause.

The skiing at La Plagne was very good with the options of many changeling blue, red and black runs. We all pushed ourselves to try higher levels than we are used to and I think it is fairly safe to say that by the end of the week most of us had taken a good number of falls, which is what a skiing holiday is all about. The highlights for me though were the Glacier and the snow parks they had available. It took us most of the week to get to the Glacier as wind higher up kept closing the one lift you could use to get there but when we did it was well worth the effort. The snow was great for off-pisting for Martin and I and Gayle and Andy had some great slopes to work down as well.

Also on the Glacier was the Ice-Grotto. This was a huge caveren that had been carved into the glacier and wher lots of very large ice sculptures were created. When we had to pay 3 euro for the priledge of entering I was unsure but I have to say it was amazing. Very well done and lighted nicely and more than a little scarry thinking that you were underneath so much ice. It was very cool to see different layers of ice and earth in the walls of the grotto as over the years the glacier had melted and frozen over again.

The snow parks were very well laid out and kitted out, with lots of jumps and course to test our 'mad' skills on. After seeing the ski-cross at the Olympics we had to have a go on those courses, not as crazy as the Olympic one but still great fun and for me the main aim of the holiday was to improve my jumping ability. There was a beginners set of jumps which actually scared be half to death but somehow we all managed to survive, if you haven't noticed yet, survival was the key word of this holiday. There were three jumps in a row all pretty tame looking until you went over them and all though the video show that only a few inches of air were achieved it felt like you were flying.

The main event though was a big adult sized jump they had set up, it was over 6ft high and at about at 45 degree angle, and what made it irresistible was the big ass air cushion they had positioned after it. What could possibly go wrong? We had been looking at this obstacle all week trying to find the nerve and then on the last day we thought sod it, lets give it a go. As I vowed to keep these blogs short and to the point I won't break down the full story but the key points are as follows, Martin and I decided to go first and after paying our nominal fee for use of the cushion we lined up with a couple of snowboarders in front of us. First person we see go down was a girl on her board who appeared quite nervous, she should have trusted her instincts. She was so nervous that when she got half way up the jump she decided to shave some speed off, big mistake. Her board dug in and as her face bounced off the top of the jump and she fell over the other side, not making the air bag we all had time to reconsider how wise this really was while the first aid team picked her and her teeth up. Her friend was next and learnt the lesson and cut speed before the jump and made a nervous little jump which I have to say I don't blame her.

Me next, now I seem to have something slightly mis-wired in my head because all I can see is an image of me acing a triple tuck mid-air spin with a graceful landing. As soon as the cushion was clear I point my skis and go, briefly hearing the guy at the start of the jump mumble something at me. No slowing down for me, I admit to great trepidation as I near what seem a wall of ice that forms the jump and I hit the jump at full whack and gracefully fly through the air arse first until I land on my back with skis in the air about one third of the way into the cushion. Not quite what I had in my head. Martin follows suit and successfully make sit to the cushion with a lot more height in his jump. When he gets off he explains to me that what the guy at the top was saying was you had to start further down the ramp where the big start flags were, not just hammer it from the get go, oopps.

Next jump Andy decides to join me, now please remember that Andy has only been skiing once before this holiday and I have never been so impressed with some ones lack of regard for life and limb as Andy. His skiing is still at the beginners stages but his willingness to have a go at what ever run we are doing is brilliant. Andy goes first on the jump this time and after having got his very long skis wedged into the start gate he makes a great effort and lands safely on the air bag. So far so good, the problem here is that now I have my ego kicking in, the male part of the brain that says "you da' man!" and "you can do it!". We had seen a few skiers go down and do some nice flips and twists and you know what, I thought "I CAN do that".

Well as it turns out, I can't. I had a good run up, launch was great, started to spin into a back flip, in my head the cheers has already started for awesome display of athleticism, that is when I landed on my head and got a ski in my face. After a second of being quite stunned, I managed to crawl off the air bag and was quite convinced I had cut my head up and was bleeding. It turns out the only damage apart from to my pride was that I had bit my tongue but hey it hurt at the time.

To be honest after the adrenaline had worn off several other aches and pains kicked in, especially my right shoulder which had taken a bump earlier in the week (cough, Gayle, cough). All in all though a well worth it experience, not something you get to do every day.

And with that it was over and so unfortunately was the holiday as well.

Well apart from a very early morning high altitude hill workout by running up through La Plagne town centre which resulted in a near asthmatic David and an iced up beard. Odd feeling that.

Brilliant ski holiday location and great company. Next year I get them to come to Canada.

Heat, Hills, Hydration and no Hollywood ending

This weekend I took part in the 25th LA Marathon. I shall cut away any suspense and tell you that my finishing time was 3:25:06. Which give or take a few seconds is 15 minutes slower than my last marathon and about 25 minutes slower than my goal for this race.

Am I disappointed? Errrrmmm, the answer is I'm not sure.

With Chicago when I got my 3:10:54 I felt and said at the time that it was one of those perfect races where everything comes together perfectly. This was payback for that race. I don't want anyone out there thinking I'm making excuses for my performance with what is to follow, I'm not, I ran the time on the day that I was capable of, there is no need for excuses just reasons that I didn't do better, which most of them were under my ability to control. 3:25 is still a good time and one I'm honestly happy with, just at the same time disappointed too :)

It was the 25th anniversary of the race and the first time that they have used the new Stadium to Sea course, running from Dodger Stadium through Downtown LA, Hollywood, Beverly Hills and into Santa Monica.

I initially had intended to try for a sub 3 hour race in LA and had whinged at, moaned at and generally annoyed most people at PRR in my attempts to achieve this, for which I do apologise for. They are an amazing source of tips, help and most importantly encouragement and I do feel that if I let anyone down it was them. By the time race morning cam round I had already re-evaluated by goal to be around 3:05 with the intention of at least beating by Chicago time.

I headed out at around 4:20 per kilometre thinking of staying ahead of the 3:10 pace group. Unfortunately I had been in the starting corral for quite a while before the race started and with in the first 500 metres of the uphill start I need to make a visit behind a tree to relieve myself, I was not the only by the way. Having got that out the way I sprinted off up the hill to catch up with the 3:10 group and tried to get into a pace I was comfortable with.

My first major mistake in all of this was not giving the elevation profile enough respect. The overall profile of the race is downhill and it was far to easy for me right off any bumps in that line as just that, bumps, they weren't. Hills are not my strength and from the starting line we tackled a few respectable inclines and my sympathy goes out to the wheel chair racers as several were really struggling early on and one even got out and pushed their chair up the hill (I kid you not!).

I took the early up and down hills to hard and basically drained myself before the race really got going. At mile 7 I was still a little way ahead of the 3:10 pack when I was passed by a man in a Minnie Mouse costume. I have to say while I do respect the runners out there that can do it in costume and help buoy the spirits of flagging runners, it does nothing good for me.

Mile 9 I felt everything come apart. I have hit "The Wall" in previous races but always after Mile 20. When it happened so early in this race it completely demoralised me. My legs were feeling heavy, my breathing was not even and was a little raspy, I was soaked with sweat already and I had another 17 miles to go. The 3:10 group sailed by and at that point it was the first time I have considered dropping out of a race.

Mile 9 to 10 was a very low point for me. But I have hit hard point in races before and I know you can come back from them and I really did not want to drop out. So I readjusted my goal from time related to survival. I decided that if I wanted to finish the race I was going to have to cut the pace and just get through the miles.

The course I think was great, we went through or past many famous landmarks and for a change I do actually remember seeing them. The Hollywood sign, Capitol Records, Sunset strip, The Chinese Theatre, Rodeo Drive, The Beverly Wiltshire Hotel, Echo Park (a high point for me) and many others and I would recommend this race as the organisation was fantastic, water and powerade were plentiful, volunteers were great and spectator support was good. It was just not the course for me to run a good race.

From Mile 10 the heat of the day had started to build and it became about me making to the next mile marker and water stop. I always walk when I grab a drink as I think the seconds it costs me to make sure I drink plenty with out choking on it are made up for by keeping properly hydrated. This time I was walking most of the length of the water stop and probably drinking too much.

Mile 13 came and went and normally I feel good at the halfway point as I know it is at least half done. No such feelings this time as I just saw another 13 miles in front of me. I think one of my biggest failings in this race was the lack of mental preparation I had done. I normally from a couple of weeks out start picturing different parts of the race and how I'll feel and how I'll deal with things if they are not going to plan and to have little mantras to keep me going (it might sound stupid but it works for me) I had done none of that this time and my brain was working against me.

One plus I could take while I was running, was that everyone else seemed to be struggling too. I have never heard so much swearing from a group of runners. So many times when I was passed or passed some one I could hear them cursing under the breath about the course, their personal god of choice, their decision to run anywhere let alone 26.2 miles. Also I have never before seen so many people taking walking breaks in the sub 3:30 crowd.

At mile 22 the 3:20 pace group came on by which surprised me as I thought I had seen them earlier on and this gave me hope that I could still finish in under 3:30. I know how silly it might sound but my major concern about finishing was getting back to the hotel before checkout time. They would not give me a late checkout and with the race starting a little late and me being a little slower it was going to be cutting it close. Another tip for future runs, don't have that sort of thing hanging over you, it does not help your concentration.

From that point the course was pretty much all downhill to the beach. I am a big lover of palm trees and to be running along the sea front with huge palm trees lining the road and crowds cheering you in was brilliant. I had developed a tunnel vision a little towards the end, seeing the finishing line from a mile away focused my attention, but I tried to wave at kids cheering us on and to enjoy the moment.

Crossing the line was emotional. Not everyone feels this way but a lot do. It is the accumulation of 4 months of training and a lot of effort and you see many people just break down in tears or laugh hysterically. I did neither but I it was one of the strongest feelings I have had at a finish, happy to be done but disappointed at the same time and I still haven't resolved it in myself.

The biggest factors I believe that played apart were I went travelling 5 weeks before the race and I didn't maintain my training properly during that time. I went skiing a few weeks ago took it's toll on my body, I had a few spectacular falls and I'm still feeling them now:) Not mental preparing myself for the challenge. All things that are my responsibility and under my control, so bad Davey! But still things I can improve upon for my next time.

The heat and humidity on the day were more than I like and if you have read previous blog entries you will notice my aversion to heat, I'm a sweaty runner and my body has just not adapted to running in warmer weather. To be fair though, there was a very nice breeze through out the course and I can't place any blame on bad weather.

I want to thank all the people that listen to me go on about running and always encourage me and show patience no matter how trivial my issues are, so thank you, it is noticed and greatly appreciated!

One for the money, two for the show. three to get ready, let's go, go, go...

I'm off, au revoir, auf wiedersehen, ta ta for now. At silly o'clock in the morning I leave for a week of skiing with my friends which WILL be accident free and a fantastic time. We are going to La Plagne in France and the weather looks good for us at the moment. I have a spare few moments while the washing machine is on so I'm taking this moment to say that I will probably be going dark for the week. Not that I don;t want to brag and blog about how great my holiday is but I sent an email to our hotel and the Wi-Fi costs are crazy expensive.

Today has been a general mad rush to get things done before the morning and I had some interesting moments with work as our Internet Host decided to relocate our server last night and this morning our online payments weren't working. Some very tense phone calls in which I said all the usual stupid stuff you say to a support helpline like 'This is really important and urgent' like I would be calling and suffering the support charges if it wasn't. All sorted now though and even cleared a few outstanding jobs this afternoon too, so I can go on holiday with a clear conscience.

To treat myself for all my hard work I decided that I really needed to get in one last long run before the holiday and I begin my taper for the LA Marathon on my return. As the wind was howling I took the highly unusual decision to run on a treadmill, I know, you're shocked, but still. Having no car and missing the bus by a few lousy seconds I walked the couple of miles to the gym (honestly, no more complaining about the one in my apartment building).

My fear from yesterday was realised as I started off on the mill as the ambient room temperature was just as high and humid and with in the first few miles I was soaked and to be slightly indelicate, even having lubed my nipples they were already chaffing on my soaked singlet. I had to use every mental trick in the book to get anywhere near completing today's run. It was just a plain slog. I ticked off 5k then 10k then counted down until I had been running an hour, working in both km and miles to what ever provided the most interesting target at the time and then converting it in my head anyway to take my mind of the puddle I had become.

One ting that did work quite well was when Countdown came on. For those who are unaware of this afternoon British institution, a very quick description would be a quiz show where contestant pick 9 letters, choosing from either vowels or constants and then have 30 seconds to make the longest word they can. Everyone who watches it secretly want the god of chance to spell out a naughty word as the letters are chosen. there is also a number game as well to keep the math head people happy. Since I have left they have retooled the show as the Americans call it and I have to say Carol Vorderman's replacement is non to shabby. That took my mind of the run for a while.

Anyway, the target had been for a 22 mile run, all I could coax out of my body was 20 but to be honest given everything I'll happily take it.

After the gym I headed off to a local pub where I meet up with some good friends and had a good meal and drink while catching up with all the goings on. I even learnt about a chap in the bars girlfriend called Angela who is was being extremely vocal about.

Now I'm home and need to get my stuff stowed away for tomorrow, with only my skis and poles packed I really should get a move on but packing has always been a bit of an issue for me, hence the distraction of doing the blog to put off the inevitable.

I do hope to get on-line at some point during the week and catch you up on my goings on and to report no serious injuries but if not a week Saturday is when I'll be back blogging again.

As always, thanks for reading.

Time on my hands, errr... I mean feet

It is another late night entry into my blog so yet again I will try (I really do try) and be brief.

Tuesday I went north, well north for me at any rate, and visited Andrew, my boss, to get some work done that I couldn't do remotely like install some new computers and hook up printers etc. It was an early start considering I had not yet been in the country for 24 hours and I struggled to get up, especially as my alarm didn't go off due to my mobile phone not auto changing the time to the new zone.

After getting on my way my I had to stop after a mile to fill up with petrol (gas), and while Canadian gas is expensive, British petrol has you beat cold, I think a credit check was run on me before even pulling to the pump. £1.12 per litre (about $1.80 Canadian).

A few quick differences between my journey across North America and driving in England. First off, advertisement free radio is great, Radio 2 oh how I missed you. Secondly, I love 70 mph speed limits after being restricted in Canada and most of the I-90 it was great to be allowed to get up to a nice speed, in fact I almost felt naughty going at that pace. Next even with a 70 mph limit, it does not mean you can do 70, roadworks massive congestion and variable speed limits with average speed enforcements cameras make life a real hassle. I covered over 3,200 miles in 4 days yet going 130 miles took most of my morning. That being said there was some great scenery as I got closer to my destination with rolling hills and farms dotting the landscapes with some lambs in the field made it seem a worthwhile experience.

One last thing on driving, my mantra for the last few days has been clutch, clutch, clutch and also left damn it, drive on the left!

Work was good and I got a lot done and with Andrew converting a lot of his barns into housing and offices for the company it was great to look around the site and see all the developments.

I got treated to some great food and company and even thought my idea of going out for a run in the evening was dashed by some heavy snowfall I still had some fun watching the women's ski cross.

The morning saw too much snow and ice on the ground to run again and after all the good food I keep getting treated too I was starting to get a little worried about the race which is less than 4 weeks away now.

I got all the work assigned for the first visit done and then some and headed off back down to Wellingborough in the early evening. I made better time back and as soon as I arrived I decided to get out for a run even with some crappy weather outside. Martin laced up his shoes too and we headed out for a steady 10 miles (16k). After a few days off it was hard to begin with and the undulating hills took some getting into but I enjoyed the run and was happy at least to cover some ground.

Today has been hectic with getting some of the actually programming work done that Andrew I highlighted during my visit and with the hire car going back it has left me again with out transport which is a real bug bear. I was due to run with the local running club tonight Wellingborough District Athletics Club (WADC) but I really need to get some of my own plan done so instead headed for the old reliable treadmill. I used to do a lot of my work outs in the Waendal Gym but going back in after being away I noticed how incredible hot it was in there. It could be that it is busier than I ever remember but it made for a tough run, which in some ways I really needed but I was absolutely soaked when I finished.

I'm going to try and get a long run in tomorrow before heading off skiing on Saturday, but I am now nervous about trying that in the gym if it is going to be that warm but I will probably end up there as running long outside makes hydration a nightmare for me.

After the run and some food it was getting quite late but I did have time to catch up with some great British TV. I'm a big fan of last man standing where a group of men travel around the world and compete against local tribes in there own fighting techniques and endurance events. Now they have done Last Woman Standing and it is a great show too, although I must say that I don;t think that it was an accident that wrestling was the first show, hair pulling and angry women make good television that's for sure.

On a connected note I caught the opening of the Canada Vs. USA Women's Hockey match, 2-0 when I left it, GO CANADA!

Right off to bed before a ramble on any further.

Back in the Homeland

Since jet lag is hitting hard with another 5 hours disappearing from my day, I will try to keep it brief today.

After gate changes, delays and false starts I finally arrived back in to the UK at 10:30am this morning a little over an hour late but all in all not a bad journey. All bags accounted for and they even came off the carousel early on so no complaints. A big thank you to Andy for turning out and fighting snow, roadworks and traffic to pick me up.

The temperature was about what it was when I left Boston but with the rain and sleet I knew I was home.

The snow on the ground in Wellingborough was already melting when we got there by midday and has continued to disappear during the afternoon. I'm hoping that it will stay gone whilst I'm back, I have a fair amount of travelling to do and could do with it honestly, no matter how pretty it might make the countryside.


After settling back in at Martin's and opening some post that has been building up since I left, with a few nasty surprises to boot, I sorted out a rental car for this week so I can get around whilst I'm back. Strange, I actually miss the Skytrain.

The car has proved to be a little bit of fun for me, twice getting into the wrong door then revving very loudly and trying to ram it into first gear with out using the clutch, but these issues got quickly sorted out under the very worried looking gaze of the rental agent. The thing that I am really having to concentrate on is which side of the road to be on. The Brits may not want to hear this but it just feels more natural to drive on the right. The main problem is when you first start of each time, I just tend to head off on instinct and have to make a quick adjustment under the glare of oncoming drivers. It's all good honestly.

With car sorted and under control I headed over to my sister's house for a fantastic roast dinner where I was able to catch up on gossip and to get up to date with my Mum's latest quiz questions she is stuck on. unfortunately tiredness was taking its toll and I had to leave too soon. With a quick trip to Tesco (Equiv. Safeway) for some essentials I was back to the house where I was greeted with the awesome smell of fresh baked biscuits that Martin had decided to make. not to be ungracious I quickly ate my fair share / body weight to show my enthusiasm for them.

Tomorrow I'm off up North (it's grim there) to visit my bosses farm and to get on with one of the major reasons for coming back, work. I don't think I will be posting tomorrow night as I'm staying over there and it seems rude to disappear halfway through the night to my blog but I will do an update on Wednesday.

A side note, anyone who has seen me recently may have noticed my attempt to grow facial hair. I have been in Beardwars with Martin, with neither of us shaving since January 1st. Those that know us will quickly realise that I was the underdog in this race and getting back to day quickly revealed that there would be no surprise victor. Pictures will be posted and even a Facebook page will be created to vote for Beardwar winner which I will post a link for once it has been sorted. All of this does mean though that as as of Wednesday I will be resuming normal grooming habits but not before I think that I shall have some fun coming up with designs for my face as I shave off the excess. I was thinking handle bar style mustache but November is the month for that I would quite like to keep my goatee as I tend to look about 12 with out it. Again if anything interesting emerges I will post some pics.

Night all, I will sleep deeply tonight.

Heartbreak Hill Preview

I'm sitting in Boston's Logan airport and have found a plug a free WiFi so I thought I would try to get a post in today.

At the minute my flight is showing as 10 minutes late but I'm hoping this shouldn't effect my connecting flight as I have a hour or so spare that end. Fingers crossed. Checking in was a bit nail biting anyway, my main bag felt a little heavy and when I put it on the scales I had a whole half pound to play with, so all good.

After a week of basically no running I got up this morning and thought I really had to get something done before flying to the UK. So I looked up the Boston Marathon course and worked out that I could run most of the last quarter backwards and then double back on myself and run it to the finish line. The main thing I have heard about the course is something called Heartbreak Hill which is at about mile 18 just when energy is running low. I though now was a good opportunity to scope out this obstacle so if and when I get to race the course I will have at least some idea of what I'm in for.

I set off and after getting far too hot yesterday I was dressed more appropriately for today's effort i.e. shorts not running tights, still had the gloves on though. After negotiating a few back streets around the apartment I found the tail end of the course and proceeded to work backwards. The wind was even higher today and I was heading straight into and when it blew, gee it was cold. One good thing (kind of) is that the tale end of the course is mostly downhill but as I was going at it backwards the first 4 miles was all uphill into the wind. If I thought I was the only one to think of running part of the course I was very, very wrong. I have never seen more runners other than during a race. There were individuals and training groups out doing hill repeats, long runs, sprints and every other kind of training going. With a couple of months to go it seemed that people are taking the race very seriously. It actually made for a good atmosphere and I was offered water by some of the groups who had tables set up for there runners.

I hit my turn around point and started up the series of hills just outside of Newton that make up the Heartbreak Hills. I would say that they aren't much but even after just doing 7 miles before facing them they were certainly an unwelcome addition to the run so after 18 miles at a faster pace I can see them being a real pain.

I ran back into downtown Boston to where I thought the finish line is supposed to be but I have a sneaking suspicion that I was slightly off as it seemed to be a bit of a back street but will check when I get a second. I completed the run by finding my way back to the apartment which really is very close to the finish (maybe).

After a quick shower we headed off for my Target fix (best shop in the world ever) and found a great restaurant near Carolyn's for lunch.

I've just heard I have a gate change so I'm going to head off and hope to be back in Britain by the morning.

Boston Warm-Up

Waking up today at well passed 9 o'clock and not having any driving to do what so ever was fantastic! After lounging around for most of the morning I decided to get us out of the house and to see a bit of Boston. I have been here before back in 2003 but I didn't take any photos on that holiday so I decided to correct that a little today.

The weather in Boston has warmed up a little over the last week and today it was showing at least a couple of degrees above freezing before the wind chill factor was added. I'm not overly bad about running in the cold (expect gloves, I need gloves even if there is a breeze) but the thought of going at a recreational pace and stopping to take photos meant that I dressed up in what I reserve for the coldest runs, mainly running tights. Few have seen me in running tights and never in daylight but needs must and all. So with me in hat, tights, two top layers and thick, thick gloves and Carolyn in a running skirt and long sleeve-tee we headed out. One block later I had removed the hat, two and the sleeves got rolled up, three and I was sweating, the gloves stayed on.

I must say it was actually cold if you stood still and the wind was nasty but the sun was out and when it was on you it felt great. I had intended to take us to Boston Common and back, a gentle 4 mile (6K) run, but after we got to the park and I had stopped a few times for some shots I pleaded my case to go on a little further and much to my surprise Carolyn easily agreed, I did say it was a nice day.

From the park we followed the red line on the ground the indicates the Freedom Trail that travels through Boston to highlight most of the historical places to do with the American Revolution. The line is a little bit worse for wear these days and we lost track of it several times but managed to pick it up at the key points, mainly the site of the Boston Massacre (a whole 5 people died) and the North End Church where they hung a lantern to let people know if the British forces were coming by land or sea. There are lots more we saw and the trail is well worth the time exploring if you are ever in Boston.


By the time we had got to the church the wind had picked up a little more and we both decided that hunger had won out and we should head back to the apartment. I have to say even though I had sort of lost track of the directions we had turned to get there, looking at the GPS route later, I think I did a pretty good ob of getting us back in a fairly straight line. I will say thought that is was no accident that we ended up going past the location where the Cheers bar was set for the popular TV series and I had to get a shot of me with the sign. The run ended up being more like 8 miles (12K) but well worth the extra distance.

After having this taster of running around Boston, I look forward even more to coming back for the marathon in the next couple of years. Boston has some great history and architecture and should be a great setting for keeping my mind of the 26.2 miles (42.2K).

The afternoon saw a bit more tourist stuff with us walking past the Christian Scientology Church and Copley Square with Trinity Church to name a couple. Also a trip to the Cheesecake Factory happened to fit into the schedule too.

After a day of running and walking, this evening seemed like a good time to take it easy so with a cinema only a couple of blocks away we went to see the Rom-Com 'When in Rome'. This was never going to be Oscar worthy stuff and the plot if not obvious from the trailer was blatant from the beginning but my tastes have never been that high and I enjoyed it for what it was and it passed the evening nicely.

I have now checked in for my flight back to the UK tomorrow evening via New York so I doubt I will post tomorrow but will be back hopefully on-line on Monday. I have been told to expect cold and snow when I land so I am interested to see what I'll find.