Run 98 – SRC Ashton Court 5k

Date: Thursday 29th May 6:30pm

Distance: (3.86+) 5.00km (+2.80)

Time: (23:46+) 25:02 (+15:18)

Pace: (6:09+) 5:00min/km (+5:28)

Description: What’s going on?! I can do this in 22:25. Yet I’m here at 25:00?! Slooooow L

Maybe it was the 4k warm up, or the fact that I ditched my running group, but after Dresden, I’m feeling pretty slow. 3k warm down back to SRC HQ!





Run 97 – Dresden Intervals

Date: Tuesday 27th May 9:00pm

Distance: 5.0km

Time: 24:52

Pace: 4:58min/km

Description: Intervals! Need more intervals in my life. So here I am again, making the most of my time in Germany. First interval feels blinding, but I can only hold on around 40seconds. I get slower each time. Not the best, and shorter than I’d hoped. But better than nothing!


Run 96 – South Downs Half Marathon

Date: Sunday 25th May 16:45pm

Distance: 22.0km

Time: 2:07:32

Pace: 5:48min/km

Description: Not an official race. But it was warm, and wanted to limber up for the Cheddar Half and Scafell Marathon! About a minute over my stormin’ tie at the Cheddar Half last year, but this time without any gels! And 400m of ascent! Took a bottle of PowerAde. Managed a steady jog up the hills. Some amazing views and nice technical bits to focus running down. And a good pace at the end. Felt great, despite the heat. Runs like these, in this scenery, hills, cliffs, the sea, make the soul contented. Love running. Pretty damn pleased about this. Everything apart from the cows. Ain’t no way I’m running through THAT field! Back the way I came!


Run 93 – Bristol 10k Race 2014

Date: Sunday 11th May 09:30pm

Distance: 10.0km

Time: 44:40

Pace: 4:28mn/km

Description: The big day! Massive pressure!

30seconds too slow 😦 Pretty gutted.  It wasn’t the underline that I wanted.

Work this week has been really busy.  Was in the office until Saturday evening.  Managed to cook some sweet potato in the office in the afternoons during the week, but didn’t really feel that I’d carbed up much.  Really nervous, so not much sleep.  Up early, three crumpets and jam.

Weather on Saturday was very windy and rainy.  By morning the wind has eased off, but it still looked pretty manky.  But by race start it wasn’t too bad.

The run itself didn’t feel fantastic.  I’m trying to run my fast races this year without energy gels.  My start wasn’t particularly fast, but this felt tougher than my run last weekend.  I should be enjoying the atmosphere around me, but instead I’m just thinking about how tired I’m starting to feel, and I’m not even off the Portway yet.  I get onto the back straight, and Oh My God I wish I’d run this route earlier this week.  I knew this road was long and had a hill but jees! On and on and on.  Still pretty much on pace, but I’m shatterd and so fed up.  I’m running up this eternal road thinking all I want to do is give up, ease up and tell myself I’ve done enough.  Give up.

But I haven’t, so I can’t  Oh Jesus and then theres the hill.  Where’ my final stage mojo?  It finally makes a bit of an appearance once I turn past the corner off the neverending road.  Over the cobbles.  Come on, you might still be okay for time, just keep it going.  Don’t let up.  Round the centre.  Let’s just try and keep up with this guy.  Oh great, another sprint finisher.  The b@st@rd!  Come on.  Last corner.  Finish line in sight, and clock is reading about a minute more than I want to see. Damn.  I cross the line and stop the GPS.  44:42.  Shitty f**ksticks.  30 seconds for Christs sake and I could of had it!  Yet again, so close, but too slow.

I’m in a pretty dumpish mood for at least a couple of days after that.  But I met up with some mates afterwards, who were pleased with their times, so that was nice.  As well as the running club.  But I went home in the afternoon and was a vegetable for the rest of the day.

But in the hours and days that followed, I forced myself to at least acknowledge the positives.  Part of the reason why I think I missed out was keeping to my GPS pace.  That was saying 4:24! Well on target.  And by the end it was 4:22min/km (7min/mile).  But I also ended up running 10.2km, hence the longer time.  So next time, be 5sec faster than GPS pace to be sure!

Also, that’s two runs now at sub45.  I can safely say that I’m back up to fitness after three months off at the end of last year.  I’ve got a better running style.  I DID IT WITHOUT ANY ENERGY GELS! And no water, maybe I should have grabbed some halfway.  I’m closing the gap to my target times.  Am I faster than I was at the end of last summer?  Not sure.  The Towpath 5k and Bristol Half were pretty bloody fast paces.  But this is a great place to be coming in to the start of summer.


Race number 1904:


Next Round: Towpath Series: Race #1 (10k)

Run 95 – Cheddar Gorge Challenge – 10k

Date: Sunday 18th May 11:15am

Distance: 10.0km

Time: 54:25

Pace: 4:29min/km

Description: I’m standing on the top of the cliff, looking down into the Cheddar Gorge, taking it in and thinking it’s great to be back. The first of the Cheddar Gorge Challenge races, a 10k. It’s tougher than I remembered. The 10k course carried on much further up Velvet Bottom (no smirking) than the half last year. It seemed to go on and on. Knackered myself out going out, and coming back was tough. The Hell Steps were horrific. Would have been happier with a sub 50, but a sub 60, and a sub 55 isn’t too bad all things considered. I just didn’t feel as though I “owned” this as much as last year.


Run 94 – Towpath Series #1

Date: Friday 16th May 19:30pm

Distance: 10.0km

Time: 43:26

Pace: 4:24min/km

Description: Round 2.  And what a lovely evening.  Running club group photo beforehand. I’ve left the office and come straight here, and I’ll need to go back after.  But I boss this! Even without much carbing up, hydration and no gels.  I was arguably faster last weekend if you trust the GPS (9.85km for this course).  It’s over a minute closer to my Towpath target.

So the race? Pretty bloody good.  I love the Towpath series, and this is why.  I seem to be able to take it steady at the start, you don’t have much choice as things are pretty congested.  It’s a nice route along the river bank under the trees and the Clifton Suspension Bridge. But you get to the halfway point and you’ve been just a touch slower than target pace, which should be good for a negative split.  You’ve been inching up the pace from about 3.5/4k, but you turn and now it’s time to go up another gear.

You now have people running in both directions, so if you’re gonna overtake, it’s got to be opportunistic and quick to avoid a pile up.  Right…space, sprint, in front, ease off, close gap to next person, pace, pace, sprint, overtake, in front…and so on…and so on.  NO ONE is overtaking me, and I’m knocking these people down one by one.  Maybe that’s because I started behind my target pace, but this feels bloody great.  I won’t lie, I still have to ignore the voice that is shouting “give up, ease off” in my head.  All I want to do is stop, curl up in to a little ball on the side of the road and hug a cup of tea.  But if I can just catch up the the next person in front…

I’m so tired, GPS is showing slower pace than last weekend, but if I keep up with this person in front.  And after a short while I’ve had enough and ease out in front.  The worst bits are the long gaps, psychologically it’s so much easier to be pacing just behind someone and then power past.  But I’m on the bridge now and if I can negotiate this up and down bit without falling flat on my face I’ll be there soon.  Bystanders and runners are encouraging me on.  I get to the edge of the park, and all I want to do is run the shortest route to the finish, but around the edge of the park we weave.  It’s this point I dread the most.  I’m exhausted, but the fear of being overtaken by a sprint finisher and a fellow running club runner keeps me pushing until I’m over the line.  I can hear the shouts of “come on Southville” from here.  How far behind me is he? Come on, push. PUSH mother**ker PUSH!!!

I’m through! I’m logged.  My GPS says…says 43!  Holy mother! 43!…43:26! Ha HAA!!  I’m up against a tree trying not to throw up. GASPING for air.  I feel like an asthmatic about to have a heart attack. But 43:26! Oh YEAH!  43:26!  Two weeks ago I hadn’t broken sub47.  Now I’m nearly 4 minutes faster!  4 minutes CLOSER!

But I think the best bit about the whole evening, after getting a couple of cups of water and my breath back, is walking back to the large mob of green garbbed Southville runners screaming “come on Southville”.  The adrenaline is still pumping, and you’re screaming ” go on, get him, GET HIM” at the girl sprint finishing past another runner.


I bloody love this!

After a brief gathering in the pub afterwards, it’s back to the office to finish the job.  Like a boss!

Towpath Route

Looking forward to a less pressured Cheddar Gorge 10k on Sunday…