This week’s running – 12th to 18th March 2018


Brrr! It was a cold one! Photo by Geoff Hughes

*Sigh* The Beast from East returned to defy everybody’s expectations and ruin several more races…

5k fartlek

Ain’t hindsight a wonderful thing? You can only make decisions based on the knowledge available to you, and at the beginning of race week, I fully expected to be racing a half marathon. As such, I wanted a sharp taper with minimal volume and just some effort to keep things ticking over.

Here and here is the Strava data for the two fartlek runs.

Cannon Hill parkrun

Still believing/in denial about the following day’s half marathon, I volunteered as a marshal at Cannon Hill parkrun. Whereas there was no snow, there was plenty of bitingly cold wind to make standing still for the best part of an hour difficult to bear. I was paired up with volunteer newcomer, Naomi from Kings Heath Running Club, showing her the ropes of my familiar patch around the little bridge. She made for fantastic company and was a natural at marshalling; I’d be pleased to work with her again, albeit under more favourable weather conditions!

Setting up the cones, we were both caught off-guard when somebody stopped to ask us for a brief overview of the course. I described the route to him as best as I could without a map and followed up by asking if he was likely to be one of the leaders. He admitted he wouldn’t personally be in the lead, but did point out that he was with a bunch from Bud Baldero’s Uni of Birmingham group, of which some of them likely would be placing highly. I recommended they listen in on the new runners briefing for more detail. Little did I know that we would be some pretty stellar times in spite of the strong winds. Looking at the results, the top 10 finishers all came in under 17 minutes. The top 7 all finished under 16 minutes! It’s reasonable to assume that most of the unknowns in the top 10 belong to Bud Baldero’s group. It’s a thing I’ve began noticing of late that coached athletes either purposely don’t have their personal barcode scanned, or don’t have one to begin with, to evade detection or to hide from competitors.

The return of cancellations

Anticipating that the Newport Half Marathon would take a while to reschedule their cancelled race from the original 4th of March date, I thought I was ahead of the curve by entering the Coventry Half Marathon as my replacement. As it turned out, Newport’s organisers were able to mobilise incredibly quickly to announce 18th of March as their new date – the same day as Coventry. Still with me? Good. Fantastically, they offered options to please everybody, including refunds, deferrals to next year and transfers to others.

As many of us will know, the weather deteriorated as we edged closer to the new race day. Many races heeded the advice of UKA and the amber weather warnings from meteorological offices. Coventry, Newport, Ashby and many others declared themselves out on Friday-Saturday. I was desperate for a chance to race, so my attention was drawn to the Wilmslow Half Marathon bravely ploughing on despite everybody else folding. Transfer place acquired, I played the waiting game and around 05:30 on race morning, they finally conceded defeat and bowed out like most other races (Reading, too). That’s four races since December that I’ve had cancel on me from a previous zero since I began racing in 2010!

I can only do the taper-dance so many times before it starts hitting my overall fitness and sharpness levels, so I’ve pretty much admitted defeat. Wishing to knuckle down and refocus, I’ve opted to tackle the Shakespeare Half Marathon on 13th of May. Early May also sees two 10k races in quick succession to serve as half marathon race pace sessions. Maybe this outcome isn’t so bad, after all?

Imaginary Newport/Coventry/Wilmslow Half Marathon

Somewhat dejected, I was in two minds about sacking Sunday’s run entirely. I convinced myself that I should head out, if only to burn some of the calories that I’d been loading up on in preparation for races that would not be.

The snow underfoot was still pretty fresh, especially in the lesser travelled sections of my route. Concerning my route, I was in no mood to be measuring splits so I just made things up as I went along! The net result was almost like a greatest hits of the familiar stretches I cover, all stitched together like some kind of tapestry.

I witnessed some pretty shoddy driving whilst I was out and about. On the Yardley Wood Road, one lady poorly anticipated the lights turning red; she blipped her brakes a little too hard, resulting in her car spinning 270° whilst oncoming traffic approached!

Fingers crossed we’re out of it now, though I’m sure that’s what we all said a fortnight ago…

Here’s the Strava data for this run.



This week’s running – 5th to 11th March 2018


How embarassing! Guess we didn’t get the memo… Photo by Dave Duncan Williams

One big over-reaching week before tapering, again…

11 miles from work with 3 at half marathon pace

With the Coventry Half Marathon the following week, and suffering from tapering for a race that didn’t happen, I opted for a few days of over-reaching in a last minute attempt to squeeze the last few drops of training potential from my body.

Conditions turned out to be pretty damn favourable on Tuesday evening with little to get in the way of my planned miles at pace. Whereas I’d packed tights, shorts were the logical choice for the return to March temperature normality. The positive conditions had me feeling good, especially after a faux taper week and no recovery 5k the evening prior; I was surprised to see my pace sitting firmly in the 7s after an equally unexpected, faster than usual, opening mile.

The planned three miles at circa-half marathon pace (6:20 to 6:25) were daunting, to say the least. It’s a pace I frequently cover at parkrun with little difficulty, but that’s with other people around to work off and follow. Once at pace, I almost instantly regretted my decision and the effort quickly escalated to something that felt incredibly unnatural to me. I began willing my Garmin to signal the end of the first mile, but was pleasantly surprised to see 6:26 for the split. Fully warmed up, I anticipated the second mile would drift to 6:18 as it’s historically done over the past few months, but nope – it sat steady at 6:28 and didn’t want to budge. The effort continued climbing and I felt like I was in the second half of a 10k rather than the second split at half marathon pace! I came so close to ending the pace work after 2 miles, but the monkey on my shoulder screeched away at me to keep going for all 3 miles. I reluctantly obeyed my imaginary simian-friend… In spite of giving it everything I had, steady 6:27 pace was all I could muster whilst trying to keep feelings of nausea down. The relief I felt when my Garmin beeped to signal the end was incredible! I slowed to a jog as I gasped for huge lungfuls of air.

Not entirely satisfied with what I’d been through, I then opted to bulk up the route for home by adding on additional distance for 11 miles in total. Guess I wanted to be sure I was genuinely over-reaching!

Here’s the Strava data for this run.

5 miles run-commute

What a pleasant evening Wednesday was! As the nights grow shorter, I was able to get away with not wearing my headtorch as it only became dark once I was a few streets away from home. I’ll probably be able to do away with it entirely by April.

Here’s the Strava data for this run.

11 miles from work

After several weeks of feeling good on runs from the office, I suppose it was only a matter of time before I had one that felt off. Whereas the pace was still one of my faster runs after work, the sensation of running straight into headwind for almost the entire duration kept my spirits low; I cursed every time a strong gust slammed into me! Further adding insult to injury, the wind robbed me of body heat to leave me feeling cold and listless.

Be careful what you wish for, Mr Yu…

Here’s the Strava data for this run.

Cannon Hill parkrun

Traditionally, I like to fit a fast parkrun into the week before a big target race, where I find the effort helps to wake up any slumbering speed inside me. Equally, I was told recently that I should, “make hay when the sun is shining;” I know full well the disappointment of not seizing the moment when it presents itself, only to then ponder when the next occasion would appear.

Jogging over to Cannon Hill, it was near impossible to believe that the event was cancelled due to snow only a week prior. Adding to the incredulity was the amped up temperature for the morning; I was sweating profusely in my long-sleeve top and jogging bottoms once I’d reached the park bandstand.

From the line, I went out hard. I felt alive and allowed myself to get drawn along by the swift Kings Heath Running Club member that remained just a few steps ahead of me. I did raise an eyebrow periodically as I glanced at my Garmin displaying a pace in the 3:30s… The opening km settled on 3:37.

With a climb in the second km, I lost 10 seconds or so but continued to draft behind the Kings Heath runner. My breathing grew more audible and laboured as the effort ratcheted upwards. 3:47 for 2km.

I began crashing at 3km as we became more exposed to the headwind. The freshness was long gone and I was still only halfway at an experimental effort that I came to realise was unsustainable. The rot made itself known with a 3:57 split.

Reaching the triangle for the turnaround, the brief but not insignificant slow-down killed any chance of recovering any speed I had in mind. Exiting the narrow path, it was not long before I was overtaken by several including Andy Young. He gave me some encouragement to latch on to him, but it was to no avail and I could not generate any more from my lactic acid-saturated legs. At least I managed to steady the ship for a 3:58 4th km!

With the final km remaining, I had no appetite left to push any harder because I was certain to go under 19 minutes. Just in case there were any residual hunger pangs left, the final km of the Cannon Hill course is another speed-killer, further dampening any remaining desire to speed up towards that hairpin turn and final climb. 18:49 was my spoil for the morning; conclusion: I’d somehow equalled my fastest 5k in 18 months, set several weeks ago, but with far more effort and less comfort.

Here’s the Strava data for this run.

The morning took an unexpected turn as Dave and I jogged over to the Mac to meet Simon for a coffee.

Whilst chatting away, I clocked a dog jumping into the lake in the middle of Cannon Hill Park for a swim. The mother, with her young son on a bike and another dog on a lead, went over to the water’s edge in a bid to coax the rogue dog back to shore. The next thing Dave and I knew, the kid had ridden straight into the water!

We dashed over to help. The mother was in a blind panic, unsure of who or what to rescue first. I calmed her down and helped pull her crying son out of the water, then the bike, with the dog taking care of itself.

The kid was clearly distraught, crying and coughing up water, but otherwise OK. Whereas the dog on the lead remained with us, the other dog had run off into the park; I tasked Dave to retrieve it, whilst I got the mother and son into the Mac’s first aid room. A fellow runner had spotted the incident and alerted the Mac beforehand, so they were prepared for the kid’s arrival with towels, space blankets and heaters. Less encouraging was the jobsworth site manager, who insisted that the dog on a lead be tied up outside irrespective of the situation unfolding! Returning outside with the dog, Dave returned with the other one that triggered all of this only to release him too soon… We gave chase again – all that was missing was some Benny Hill music! Thankfully, we got hold of him again pretty quickly and tied him up before he could cause any more havoc.

Debriefing with Simon, he couldn’t quite believe our tall tale from that morning. Naturally, many references to Baywatch accompanied our coffees.

15 miles including Great Run Local – The Vale

On paper, I’m not so sure a long run with 5k of target half marathon pace work was necessarily the wisest choice the day after a race effort parkrun, but if that’s what I had to do to over-reach, then that’s what I had to do…

Trotting over to The Vale along the canal towpath, I came to regret my clothing choice very quickly for the warmth and sun came out to play. The positive conditions brought many others out, some no doubt making up for the previous week’s white-out.

Reaching The Vale and re-grouping with Dave, we quickly set about identifying who the big dogs of the morning were likely to be. There was one swift looking student, adorned in a Birmingham University track t-shirt. Two other speedy looking students were likely to vie for the podium, so at least I was likely to have company in my pursuit of pace and a sub-20 finish.

As anticipated, the guy in the Birmingham University track t-shirt hared off whilst I remained with the other two guys. As we gave chase, our positions chopped and changed, though I mainly stayed back to take advantage of their draft assistance. Hitting the hill for the first time, I continued to be patient having learned from a previous outing that the best strategy is to drop down a few gears and remain steady on the climb, taking advantage of the steep descent on the other side. Surprising myself, I was able to keep up on the downhill with the other two guys as we entered lap 2. The ground was bone dry, convincing me to give it even more on the next lap’s descent.

The pace continued to feel about right for a sub-20 finish and translated well into my target half marathon pace. Three became two as one member of the group dropped back. Nearing the hill for the second time, I could see we were gradually chipping away at the distance between us and the lead guy. I asked the other chap if he felt we could reel him in; breathing laboured, he gasped, “No”. Moments later, the lead guy stopped and pulled over off the course! My companion changed his tune and gasped, “Yes” for perfect comedic timing. Checking if the lead guy was OK, his breathing was effortless and he ushered us to continue. I took advantage of the situation and upped my cadence ever so slightly to gain a small lead on my companion, who had suddenly become my opponent. Reaching the brow of the hill on Mason Way, I took a quick glance to my right and I’d gained around 10m. I threw myself down the hill on the other side to create an even larger margin between us, bounding from step to step to minimise any slowdown from my high cadence.

Entering lap 3, I began encountering lapped runners from both the 2km and 5km courses. The gap between me and my pursuer had increased again to some 20m and was likely to grow again as I approached the Mason Way hill for the final time. A strained look formed on my face, with the marshal at the top of the climb offering me some relief and encouragement to keep digging to the end. Another glance to my right and I easily had in excess of 30m to my advantage, though I was still not deterred to hurl myself down the hill one last time.

Reaching the bottom, I was disappointed to learn from the marshal that we had to negotiate the hairpin turn once more. Returning to the lake, my Garmin registered a time in the 17:30s; I was confident I could pick things up to cover one last lap of the lake and still go under 20 minutes with change to spare. Mentally, it was difficult to pass the finish line only to keep going. Thankfully, I had the opportunity of a first place win and a sub-20 finish to keep the pressure applied and coax more out of myself! End in sight, I took one final glance behind me and I had around 50m on the next guy, though I still kicked for the line to finish the job properly.

Hunched over and hands on my knees, I gulped down fresh air. Whereas the previous day’s parkrun provided seemingly little in terms of fitness feedback, checking my Garmin revealed a 19:40 finish and that all my training had come good; my previous best on The Vale course was 20:09, so I absolutely have to take no prisoners at the upcoming Coventry Half Marathon based on this. I cheered the next guy in, who I was surprised to see had come back from fourth place when I last left him. Next back in was Dave, finishing in third place, once again, but pleased with his performance having chosen to race it tactically.

Jogging for home with Dave, we took things nice and slow given what we’d been through on both mornings of the weekend. That and I had another 5.5 miles to cover, feeling quite hungry and tired…

Here’s the Strava data for this Great Run Local.

This week’s running – 26th February to 4th March 2018


Oops! Wrong Beast from the East!

Gah. The Beast from the East left a trail of destruction and calamity in its wake.

Duisburg 5k tempo

It was that time of the year again where work saw me in Germany to exhibit at a retail technology trade show. A ghastly 06:05 Sunday flight from Birmingham to Amsterdam Schipol to Dusseldorf meant I was knackered before I’d even done any work. Whilst on the flight, I was amazed by the number of 400m tracks I could see from the air and reasoned that, like the US, most schools likely have their own on site.

A fun German running fact for you: the founder of Adidas is the brother of Puma’s founder.

At this point in the week (Monday), I had little to no doubt that I would be toeing up on the startline of the Newport Half Marathon; I wanted an easy taper and this 5k tempo around the streets of Duisburg was my only planned dose of speed in the lead up to the race.

Early signs of the Beast from the East struck Duisburg, leaving me wondering what I was doing in sub-zero temperatures. Leaving the hotel, I had the choice of going left or right on my planned loop; I chose badly and went left, straight into the headwind, which persisted for much of the loop… Each time I passed the same guy on the main street, I could see him looking at me in despair! One of the few things that made finishing more bearable was the thought of the hot power shower in my room and the breakfast buffet waiting for me.

Here’s the Strava data for this run.

5 miles run-commute

Damn. The cold temperatures and biting wind followed me home from Germany…

Running on Pershore Road, I was pleasantly surprised by the lack of anything. On almost any given day, I can expect to be hit by winds from the south; turning east towards Cannon Hill Park – ah, that’s where the wind was hiding!

Here’s the Strava data for this run.

Snowy 10k – to Cannon Hill Park and back

Shattered from my several days in Germany and then straight back into the office, I opted to take Friday off in a bid to freshen up ahead of Sunday’s Newport Half Marathon. Except the dreaded Beast from the East had other plans and dumped a whole load of snow across the nation. This was enough to cancel not only my target race, but also the Bath Half Marathon and the Warwick Half Marathon. The only races to survive were the Cambridge Half Marathon and the Big Half in London. I was kicking myself because I’d seriously considered the Big Half, and even had a Good For Age place that I’d chosen not to take up. Rubbing salt into my open wound, the Big Half also turned out to be one helluva fast race; my buddy, Ian Saunders, who kept me company for much of the 2017 Yorkshire Marathon, went on to run a blistering breakout performance of 80:39 (congrats!)

Full of energy from a light week, I headed out in the snow to Cannon Hill Park for 10k. The worst of the snow had not dropped just yet, so it was rather odd to see long stretches in the park with no snow at all, and then long stretches, several inches deep. Conditions only worsened as Friday rolled into Saturday…

Here’s the Strava data for this run.

8 miles inc Freedom Cannon Hill parkrun


The two Andy Ys at Cannon Hill Park – photo by Andy Young

With no race for me to attend on Sunday, I was on the lookout for at least a parkrun to visit. No such luck, either, as it was a complete cancellation blanket for the West Midlands. Rather than waste the morning, I still made my way to Cannon Hill Park in the hope that a few die-hards would also be looking to cover a freedom run on the course.

Getting to the park was challenging, as the snow on the pavements had been churned up quite badly. Once I was in the park, things got easier but I still felt like my shoes were at their limit on occasion; they’re just trail race shoes, so feature a lot less traction than something more purpose-built. Completing one lap of the park and with few other souls about, I was about to wrap things up and head for home when I bumped into the other Andy Y – Andy Young! We had the same idea and got right to it.

We discussed the cancellations of the region, both unequivocally agreeing that it was the right thing to do. Whereas we’d both ran in several of the snowed-out Cannon Hill events of 2013, the parkrun landscape was very different back then; anybody who ran in the snow was likely better able to handle themselves and probably had appropriate kit, whereas nowadays, the field is so varied and diverse that a much more holistic view to safety needs considering.

Upon finishing, I declared myself ready to head back for home, whereas Andy Young opted to get another 5k in to work up to half marathon distance for the morning!

Here’s the Strava data for this run.

15 snowy-slushy miles – to The Vale and back

Eugh. Now that was hard work! The Beast from the East finally departed our shores and temperatures began returning to normal, meaning I had snow and slush to contend with.

I wore my trail shoes again, but anybody that owns trail shoes will know how jarring they can be for running on the road and pavement. And that was a regular occurrence, as I found myself moving from pavement to snow to slush and back again… Slush turned out to be the most difficult terrain to run through, as it absorbed my energy and soaked my shoes for added weight.

I’m hopeful majority of the remaining snow will have cleared by the middle of next week, returning conditions to normal for March. Unsure of when the postponed Newport Half Marathon will be rescheduled for, I duly entered the Coventry Half Marathon for 18th of March in a desperate bid to try and capture and benchmark some of this newfound fitness. Let this be a lesson for everybody that when you’re feeling good on race day, capitalise on it as you never know what might step in your way!

Here’s the Strava data for this run.

This week’s running – 19th to 25th February 2018


That’s a lot of Saturdays without lie-ins – photo by Lis Yu

1,250km later, I finally joined the parkrun 250 club!

5k recovery

Slow, slow, slow was the order of the evening! My calves were like bullets, even with judicious massage the previous day and whenever the working day allowed.

Here’s the Strava data for this run.

9 miles from work 2 at half marathon pace

For the first time in a long time, conditions were largely in favour of me getting some faster paced work in along the canal towpath. Even with the beginnings of the Beast from the East, I suspected I would struggle with the opening split, so I threw in a purposely faster than usual mile in beforehand in an attempt to better warm my legs up. Sadly, it turned out even worse than the previous week for 6:39 (target of 6:23-6:25), which is actually closer to my marathon pace! With the shoddy split out of the way and all cylinders firing correctly, I brought it all back home for 6:18.

Here’s the Strava data for this run.

5 mile run-commute

I used this easy paced run to break in a box fresh pair of Nike Pegasus 32 in – the very pair that I luckily found in the Nike Factory Store at Gloucester Quays Outlet. They felt perfect and actually needed no attention, unlike the awful Pegasus 34 I tried switching to. It’s often tricky to tell just how knackered shoes are until you lace up a new identical pair – it was like night and day!

Here’s the Strava data for this run.

9 miles from work with strides

It’s been refreshing to leave the office on my runs in the company of daylight, albeit only for some 20 minutes or so before I have to switch my head torch on.

Turning the corner on Gas Street Basin, I glanced at the water and could see it being swept in the same direction of travel as me. I audibly let out a cheer of “Yes!” when I was met with a tailwind, and not the atypical headwind that so often derails these runs. I took advantage of the assist by cranking the speed up marginally and extending the run out to 11 miles from the usual 9.7. Travelling to Germany for business on Sunday, I wanted to get one final double-digit length run in ahead of tapering for the Newport Half Marathon the following week. I felt fantastic at the end and partially regretted not adding the entire recovery 5k loop on for 13.1 miles.

Here’s the Strava data for this run.

Cannon Hill parkrun – my 250th!

Well, folks – I finally made it to 250 parkruns! If we’re going to be picky, it was actually my 251st as I once forgot my barcode; I’ve not made that mistake again since as I now have spares stashed everywhere, just in case!

Rather than wax lyrical about my 250th run (here’s the Strava data for this run), I’m instead going to share how it all started on Christmas Eve of 2011. I Googled for 5k races in Birmingham and Cannon Hill parkrun appeared at the top of the rankings; I couldn’t quite believe what I was reading for it sounded like weekly-organised 5k races that were free to attend! Not being entirely sure of what to expect, I went along with printed barcode in hand and ran my heart out, finishing in 25:30 and 114th place out of 180. The bug took a while to catch and it was almost 2 months later before I returned to Cannon Hill parkrun, finishing even slower than my initial outing with 25:50… It was another 2 months until I returned once again, and the trend of finishing even slower than before continued, this time with 26:12. Reasoning that if I ran every week, my times could only improve; 2 weeks later, I went back for more and improved by almost 2 minutes for 24:19. The rest is history, as they say! Onwards to the 500 club…

This week’s running – 12th to 18th February 2018


Can you guess the parkrun event?

A normal week of training felt like a novelty after several weeks racing.

5k recovery

My glutes and calves were trashed after the previous day’s Draycote Water 10k. I did question whether a complete day of rest would yield more benefit than 5k at an easy pace, but routine won out in the end. A colleague who’s just getting into running asked me if he should consider recovery runs; my answer to him was that he should stick to his 3-4 runs a week and to only consider recovery runs once he sees his times plateau.

Here’s the Strava data for this run.

9 miles from work with 2 at half marathon pace

It’d been weeks since I last committed to some set distance at pace in training. Strong winds and sideways rain just hadn’t been conducive to more structured stuff, paving the way for my recent flings with fartlek.

Almost like something out of Groundhog Day, the first mile came in at 6:34 just like the last time. Nothing I did could coax any more speed from my legs to hit the 6:23 target. Continuing the Groundhog Day theme, the second mile then came in at 6:17 pace – exactly the same as previous sessions! Whilst it was disappointing to see no perceivable improvement, it was also positive to see there’d been nothing lost, either.

Interestingly, my Garmin 935 optically tracked my heart rate to be pretty damn near perfect, almost like I was wearing a chest strap. It tracks easy and steady runs with no issue, but tends to trip over itself when more vigorous effort is involved. The only thing that’s changed is a recent software update that claims to have addressed reliability – I guess Garmin wasn’t lying!

Here’s the Strava data for this run.

5 mile run-commute

Boy, was this unpleasant running the entire way into 15mph headwind. At least I was only going at recovery pace, running as easy as I cared to.

Here’s the Strava data for this run.

9 miles from work with strides

The strides continued to work their magic on my glutes, keeping them activated and increasing feelings of how tuned into my own body I was.

Here’s the Strava data for this run.

Walsall Arboretum parkrun

Hallelujah! A Saturday morning that wasn’t a complete washout! With better than typical conditions available, I took Dave with me to the swift Walsall Arboretum parkrun – home to my 18 month old 5k PB.

Warming up on the course, I’d forgotten how conducive to fast running Walsall Arboretum could be. The ground underfoot is well paved, grippy and consistent to allow for big efforts with confidence. The course is also pretty damn flat, making even pacing incredibly easy over its three laps. Distance accuracy is a little dubious, but a few GPS black spots more than answer that problem.

The run started off blisteringly fast as was to be expected – I registered 3:18 per km pace at a few points! I reined things in a little for fear of a serious blowout later, though wound up separated from the larger group ahead and stuck with several more transient runners. My body and legs were tired from several weeks with a race or race-effort parkrun, and the late Friday night certainly did not help.

I began lapping runners about halfway through the second lap, with a number of them lending me their support. 3km was my slowest of the morning at 4:01, though not too unusual with my fastest runs showing a similar ‘float’ middle split serving as minor recovery. Not the end of the world, considering I ran largely alone for near-2km.

Entering the third lap, I felt like throwing up! The effort inside me began boiling over as I released a few whimpers of pain… The run director made specific mention of runners keeping to the left to allow for overtaking on the right. Almost everybody I encountered obeyed this rule except one, who decided to park herself firmly on the right of the narrow path; not wanting to collide with her, I hollered, “Keep left! Keep left!” My cries fell on deaf ears as she swerved all over the course, forcing me to surge with an undertaking manoeuvre when the opportunity presented itself.

Close to blowing, my choo-choo train impression reared its head with perhaps 800m remaining. A few more friendly runners encouraged me on, clearly having heard my huffing and puffing from behind them.

Even with all that exertion, I was disappointed to find I only managed 18:56. Dave was beaming to have run his fastest 5k in 6 months, also waxing lyrical about how optimal the Walsall Arboretum course is for fast running. So impressed was he that we’ve agreed to return to the venue for an entire month some time in the spring, in the hope that one of the four or five attempts will click into place and produce the goods. It was a nice change of scenery and the event straddled that fine line between being a larger event whilst maintaining a small event community feel.

Here’s the Strava data for this run.

15 miles – to the Vale and back

It’d been almost a month since I last covered 15 miles, and my legs felt it especially after the raced parkrun 24 hours prior.

With the St James Road tunnel closed to widen the towpath, I had to bulk up the distance with two laps of Kings Heath Park. Everybody and their dog were seemingly out at the same time on that Sunday morning, with some canine owners more courteous than others. I was glad to be out of there ASAP!

Heading up Fordhouse Lane for the return to Kings Heath, I noticed a fellow runner joining the hill from the opposite side to me. He had some speed to him as we climbed, always drifting into the corner of my eye; not wanting to be left behind and fully warmed up, I opted to inadvertently race him as we tackled the ascent on different sides of the road. He pulled away as the road banked left and I regained the advantage as it banked right. Even with a zebra road crossing, I managed to just pip him to the brow of the Fordhouse Lane climb. I may have won the battle, but he won the war as he crept away on the flat and I had no more gears to shift into. I had hoped to see him on the Strava Flyby, but no such luck…

Here’s the Strava data for this run.


This week’s running – 29th January to 11th February 2018


Tom Bosworth can frequently race-walk faster than I can run!

Sorry for the delay again, folks. Two weeks rolled into one!

5k recovery

I continued to feel supercharged from the weekend’s speedier than usual running, though I was conscious to play it easy and safe at no more than a typical jog.

Here’s the Strava data for this run.

9 miles from work with fartlek

In spite of having climbed the steps several times from the canal near Fiveways to street level, it was still an incredibly jarring interruption that I don’t think I’ll ever get used to. At least the diversion will only be in place until sometime in March.

It was evident term had started again, for The Vale was bustling with students coming and going.

Returning to the canal towpath, the eerie quietness was noticeable from a lack of cyclists. Normally of an evening in the winter, I still spot perhaps 15 to 20 cyclists; there were perhaps just 5 cyclists, so the remainder had probably found other routes to temporarily bypass the canal entirely.

The fartlek bursts felt tremendous and took less of a toll on me compared to previous sessions. My heart rate settled back down far more quickly, so clearly the right adaptations had taken place!

Here’s the Strava data for this run.

5 mile run-commute

I kept the strides going in a bid to keep my glutes activated.

I almost exclusively don’t listen to music whilst I run apart from during these recovery paced run-commutes. If I’m lucky, there’s frequently a new episode of Marathon Talk waiting for me as I depart the city centre for home. If I’m unlucky, I normally then fall back on some episodes of movie or technology podcasts (GEEK!). If I’m really unlucky and have no new podcasts, I’ll cue up a new album I’ve been listening to. I did indeed run out of podcasts, so out came The Greatest Showman soundtrack! It’s such an infectious assortment of tunes that I’ve been humming them on a near-daily basis since watching the movie in late December, including during the last couple of races I’ve participated in…

Here’s the Strava data for this run.

9 miles from work

With the Stoneleigh Park Reindeer Run due several days later, I kept the effort largely easy whilst peppering the distance with a few strides to keep things ticking over nicely.

Gradually, I’m finding I can delay switching my headtorch on more and more until it’s truly needed – a good thing on this occasion as I’d forgotten to charge it and it was running perilously low on juice…

Here’s the Strava data for this run.

Cannon Hill parkrun

Almost every Saturday since the beginning of the year has been miserable, wet and cold and this particular one was no different. But at least the police were out in the park, which was a fat lot of use as I’m pretty sure all 600+ of us were perfectly safe that morning!

With a race scheduled the next day, I wanted to keep the effort incredibly easy whilst still racking up a further run to edge me ever closer to 250 runs. Simon, who had just returned from a whistle stop visit to Philadelphia in the States, was also in no mood to go fast, so we jogged around at an incredibly leisurely pace whilst catching up about his trip. I was green with envy, as I’ve always wanted to visit Philadelphia, the home of one of my fictional heroes: Rocky Balboa. Of course, Simon ran up the famed museum steps!

Here’s the Strava data for this run.

Stoneleigh Park Reindeer Run 20k 2017 (2018) review

For the full write-up, please click here.

King’s Lynn 5k

Work had me in the far-flung reaches of King’s Lynn on the East Coast, so naturally I packed some run attire with me. I really should have skipped this run due to how awful I felt, with what felt like the very early stages of a cold, but I didn’t want to back off as I needed one final faster paced run ahead of the Draycote Water 10k due a few days later.

Inevitably, I slept poorly in the hotel so I was up earlier than I would normally be for a regular workday. Laced up and ready to go, I was greeted by the chap on the reception that informed me that it had begun to lightly snow… Stepping outside, there was a definite sharp intake of breath as I immediately questioned what I was about to embark on. This was actually my second ever run in King’s Lynn, recalling that I’d completed a track session in the summer of 2014 at the local leisure centre. The conditions couldn’t have been more different!

The first thing that struck me was how flat King’s Lynn is. Hailing from Birmingham where I’m never more than a few hundred metres away from a hill of some description, it made for a refreshing change. I ran progressively and ended up completing laps of the local high street to get the distance beyond 5k. I chuckled to myself each time I passed the still in business Wimpy restaurant!

Here’s the Strava data for this run.


So, that cold that I suspected I’d been carrying flared up mid-week to leave me coughing, sneezing and generally feeling sorry for myself. Thankfully, the symptoms were quite mild and paled in comparison to the god awful cold that wiped my Telford 10k out in December 2016. Having been burnt once before, I took several full days off from running, which I’m sure my body was grateful for.

Cannon Hill parkrun

Within 48 hours, my cold had shifted as quickly as it landed; you’d never have known I was ill if you saw me on Saturday morning!

Keeping the trend of wet and miserable Saturdays going, I had a dilemma on my hands as I was that cold and really could have done with a faster paced run for the heat! Dave and I stayed resolute to the plan of an easy jog ahead of the Draycote Water 10k the next day, both commenting that it felt radically different to be in that part of the Cannon Hill parkrun field.

Tom Bosworth, race-walker extraordinaire, was the special guest that morning. Whereas neither Dave nor I saw Tom in action that morning, I did get a chance to have a brief chat with him. He has an eye wateringly fast array of race-walk PBs, some of which are faster than my own run PBs! My burning question for him? How fast could he run the 5k distance if he didn’t have to adhere to the race-walk rule of always requiring at least one foot to be on the ground? He shared his 5k run PB was in the low 16 minutes!

Here’s the Strava data for this run.

Draycote Water 10k February 2018 review

For the full write up, please click here.

Draycote Water 10k February 2018 review


Windy when flat and undulating when not windy…

10k season is normally late spring through to the early summer for me, so how would I fare during one in February with no recent practice? Read on to find out…


In a bid to throw everything including the kitchen sink at the upcoming Newport Half Marathon, I entered the February edition of the Draycote Water 10k Series of races for some further pace and race preparation. Historically since 2015, I’ve always struggled to better January’s Brass Monkey Half Marathon until the autumn rolls around; I want to reverse that trend and expectation, especially as the Newport course is not nearly as flat, nor will it be nearly as well attended so some additional work will be required. Dave Burton also tagged along on this outing, citing that he hadn’t raced in a long while and also wanted to address that.

After the previous week’s win at the Stoneleigh Park Reindeer Run 20k, confidence was incredibly high whilst also factoring in the PB near-miss from back in November. Unfortunately, I managed to pick up a mild cold at the beginning of race week! Truth be told, I more than expected it as I’d been hitting both volume and intensity for a number of weeks without any cutback, so it was simply my body rebelling and crying for attention. Thankfully, the cold shifted as quickly as it arrived and I felt right as rain once more come race morning.


Runners on the out leg of the switchback – photo by Lis Yu

Getting to the Draycote Water reservoir was pretty simple from South Birmingham; for Lis, our chauffer, it was pretty much her daily work commute! Arriving at the venue with 45 minutes to spare, we were met not by a queue to park but rather a queue to pay for parking! There were only so many ticket machines and with some 400 participants, it was what runners trying to remain calm did not want! Thankfully, we had Lis who kindly stood in the ticket queue for 15 minutes so that Dave and I could grab our bibs and visit the toilets before those queues grew as well, due to there simply being too few of everything on site. I really felt for runners that were on their own! It’s understandable why race organisers like using ready-made venues like leisure centres or similar to stage races, but they’re simply not suited to hundreds of runners and spectators arriving en-masse over the space of an hour. What would have been ideal would be several temporary portaloos to relieve the strain from the permanent toilets, and runners being exempt from parking charges or at least pre-paid parking via some sort of agreement between the race organisers and the venue management.

Dave and I thought we’d gotten away with murder on the out leg of our warm-up jog. Everything felt easy and relaxed, and then we turned around… BOOM! We faced the full fury of the strong winds (estimated to be 15mph) from the west! My outlook for the morning remained the same as before, even if the PB wasn’t going to come without a fight.

Toed up at the start line, I suddenly felt very self-conscious wearing even less than a week ago… There were just a select few brave enough to wear vests and shorts, though I did have to fall back and stick a pair of gloves on. Thankfully being huddled close with my peers, and without too much of a wait, we got running pretty swiftly on the sound of the hooter.

The race

One lap of the reservoir is almost exactly 5 miles, so we were sent north-east for a 2km out-and-back stretch. As anticipated with fresh legs from several days without running, the first km felt rather effortless and I found myself having to rein my pace in several times – 3:3X was not uncommon on a few occasions! The wind was also on the side of us runners, though its effects were hardly felt as is usually always the case with a tailwind. The first km came in for 3:48.

Rounding that bollard for the return – wowza! The wind that hit my face made achieving that Elvis impression that bit easier! Thankfully, a timely surge allowed me to take some minor shelter from the headwind via a small group of runners, including a rather tall bloke and the lead woman. Dave, Lis and I discussed the reservoir being the home of a local sailing club, so I can’t say I should’ve been surprised by the ferocity of the wind! Lis overheard a conversation, where a regular at the race series cited it’s rarely ever calm at the site. 2km clocked in at 3:50 to still be on it for PB pace.


Into the wind! Photo by Lis Yu

Returning back to the visitor’s centre, we began our clockwise lap of the reservoir and were introduced to the first climb of the day. In isolation, it would be perfectly manageable, but facing strong winds at pace and it was a whole different story. The group I ran with suddenly fell apart and couldn’t maintain the momentum up the hill so I was left in no-man’s land to face the wind alone, destroying my pace to leave it at just 4:00 for the third km.

As I did before, I made a tactical decision to surge to a group ahead for some respite from the battering I received. Rolling undulations struck and I sensed the group was at its limit on that pace; every time we went up, I pulled away and I would hope they would catch up to me on the down. Before too long, they stopped pulling alongside me to leave me on my lonesome again. My pace was left in worse tatters than before for the slowest km split of the morning for 4:03. There was at least a friendly trio of women out running on the upper level to cheer me on, so the slowest split wasn’t entirely joyless!

Turning north and out of the strong gusts of wind, I breathed a sigh of relief and shared my delight with a fellow runner that I’d thankfully come into contact with. He’d pulled away from me early on from the start, but had settled into a reasonably stable pace and we likely had similar abilities, otherwise he’d have been part of the large group that was some 150m further ahead. Wearing a jacket around his waist, I wondered how much faster he could have been without the makeshift sail slowing him down. Having somebody to work with once more, I was back in business with 3:53 and reached halfway in 19:37. Some serious work lay ahead of me in the second half to reverse some of the damage… Easier said than done!

6km featured a not insignificant climb to further rob me of yet more time. Even with throwing myself down the descent on the other side, it wasn’t enough and my fragile pace continued slowing to 4:01 for the split. The sole water station for the race appeared during this secluded section, which I chose to pass by and take nothing on.

Out of nowhere, a runner in a charity vest stormed past me and the other guy in front of me. The sudden appearance of this mystery athlete with so much power to his stride shook both of us up and we began our pursuit in a bid to latch on for a brief tow. Brief it was, for it lasted just a few seconds before neither of us could hold on anymore! He continued to pull away into the distance and I reasoned he must’ve adopted an easy first half to be able to zip away in such a manner. 7km came in for 3:53.

As the morning drew on, the sleepy reservoir began waking up and I encountered more and more members of the public using the venue for their Sunday activities. There were, of course, cyclists, walkers and fellow runners not participating in the race. There were also bird photographers with ginormous cameras and lenses, and no sense of how to walk straight, causing the other runner and I to take evasive sidesteps to avoid catastrophe. My pace returned to 3:50 for my joint-second fastest split of the morning, and the final time I would be out of the wind…

Turning the corner for the final 2km, I squared off with my nemesis once more. I glanced at my Garmin for the elapsed time and reasoned the remainder of the race at 3:45 average pace would get me within striking distance of my 38:45 PB, and a kick at the end may nab me a few additional seconds. The wind had other ideas! Leaning into it and pumping my arms with authority, strong gusts nullified any semblance of finishing power I had in my arsenal. I only had the other runner ahead of me by some 5-10m to keep pulling me along for feedback that I wasn’t slowing. Disapprovingly, I couldn’t generate any more than 3:55 for the penultimate split.

Whilst I knew I would comfortably finish in under 40 minutes, that wasn’t enough for me especially as my 10k PB dated back to June 2016. I threw everything into finishing as strongly as possible, but the kick did not come. I felt like I was towing a rubber tyre behind me whilst also wearing shoes lined with lead – that’s how heavy I felt! The finish line was non-distinct and only the crowd milling around the area gave me any indication of its location on the horizon. The large group appeared to have just gone through, so I possibly had another minute or so remaining. The other guy, amazingly, still had his jacket tied around his waist but began slipping from the pace. Sensing that he probably had a little something left, a spectating woman confirmed as much and gave me indication that he was ramping back up for one final kick; I took her warning on board and threw down one final surge for the line. To give you an idea of how strong the wind was, you all know by now that I love to have a fast final split with a big kick at the end. The closing pace for the final km was just 3:59 through no lack of trying!


Here’s the Strava data for this run.

I gasped for air as I finished in front of Lis, hunched over with hands on my thighs and a strong feeling of nausea bubbling away. Thankfully everything was under control and recovery was reasonably swift, aided by a few choice curse words. I had 39:19 based on gun time, which I deemed to be pretty damn close to my own chip time given I was just one row away from the start line. We cheered Dave back in, who looked strong and pleased with his morning’s performance of 41:39.

Just before departing, I caught in the corner of my eye the runner in the charity vest that stormed away. I went over to congratulate him on a strong run, where he revealed he’s normally a high 37 minute runner, but he and several club mates had arrived late to start right from the back.

Goodie bag-wise, the spoils weren’t bad at all. A decent medal, a protein recovery shake, some water, chocolate, Haribo and the choice of a hat or some fleece ear warmers! A final nice touch from the organisers was the provision of on the spot printing of your race gun time, chip time, position and more. I’m aware of this at some triathlon events, but it was my first experience of such a facility at a running event. Normally if lucky, runners are directed towards a laptop to view the live results.

Debriefing with Dave and Lis over lunch, I shared my thoughts of the race. Whereas I was glad to have dipped my toe into the oft-heard of Draycote Water 10k series, I’m not sure I would likely return outside of the need for a 10k race for pace practice. When it was flat, the wind was ferocious and when the wind wasn’t blowing, the course undulated, and that seems to be the norm. The single lap of the reservoir course made the race feel arduously long and hid any sense of progress. Guess I’ll have to wait until May, June or July for better conditions and my next attempt at a 10k PB…