What next?

Kids, you'll discover at points in your life, things that you are passionate about. Some of these passions will burn bright and intense, but last a short while.

Others will smoulder in the background, ever present, always driving you forward but without the ferocity.

Others will sit somewhere in the middle of the two, as driven and focused as the first and as long lasting and consistent as the second.

Running falls into this camp for me.

It's great to have things like the first type (I wanted to be in a rock band), they make life interesting and exciting. And our lives are filled with the second type (I love video games, always have, always will).

But running is the one that falls into the third category.

After my family, running is my raison d'etre. The reason I eat well, train hard, work shifts and sometimes even get up in the morning (especially early mornings).

And so it was that after my last marathon, which turned (technically) into an ultra I found myself as always asking the question your mother dreads most about my running. What next?

I had a few irons in the fire and a few races and runs I was considering, as I've mentioned before, have always wanted to run from London, back to home. SO when I started speaking to a friend about just such a run a few months ago, the seed was planted in my mind. And it's slowly grown and continues to take shape.

Currently the challenge a head of me looks like a 52 mile canal path run in early December. A four man team, almost totally self sufficient, will attempt to get this done, starting in the early hours at Euston and getting back before nightfall. I guess we have about ten hours.

The question I usually get before I do something like this is why.

Why do you do it?

For me this one is a culmination of things. After a number of ultras and varying experiences, I want to put best practises and my learning's together to achieve a positive result. I've said before about the importance of setting lots of goals and I learnt recently what happens if you fail to prepare. So this time I'm starting early.

The current situation:

I'm in good shape, coming off the back of three ultras. I have no injuries and am the leanest I have ever been. I have transitioned to minimalist footwear now and will need to get some non-trail shoes (I love the mud more than the road).

The goals:

• Run 50+ miles.
• Aim for 5-6mph and finish strong.
• Complete the training programme, giving confidence in completing  the challenge.
• Maintain current eating pattern and look to lose excess body fat (I'll have to carry it with me and it's a bloody long way!)
• Run as a team, finish as a team.

Nothing earth shattering or surprising and no doubt, more will crop up on the way, but a set of goals I can aim for and achieve, if I work hard. I've set out long runs as part of the training plan for the next couple of months and I'll be looking to improve all over body strength so I have more resources to draw on when the going gets tough. This time I'm going to prepare well and run well on the day.

Like I said at the beginning kids, some passions are with you forever, constantly burning and lighting your life. In time the nature of them may change but it doesn't change the fact that they have a huge influence on your life and give you the most satisfaction. When you achive something at these long term passions, that is a great achievement.

My rock band never came to anything and I can take or leave a few hours on the PlayStation but when I have the time and the challenge ahead, running is like my default setting. It's what I return to every single time.

And sometimes people will ask you Why do you do it?

But after all of the hard work and the preparation, when you succeed, they ask you How did you do it?

And then you know you've achieved something great.


* I must give a shout out to JenJ @Jens_Itchy_Feet.  A great blogger whose post inspired me with the phrase, "First they'll ask you why you do it. Then they'll ask you how you did it" So true.

Running with the home advantage...

Kids, by now I hope you’ve started to realise that in life you will face a lot of challenges and that if you prepare for them and try hard you will overcome most. And I wish I could tell you that all things are achievable, but sometimes you’ll come up against something that truly tests your mettle. A challenge that literally breaks you down to your component parts, strips you down, lays you bare and shows you what you are really made of.
 
I’ve faced a few of these in all aspects of my life and at some I’ve succeeded, at others I’ve failed. I’ve come to realise that as long as you learn from the experience, it’s a positive one.
 
Recently I entered a race which turned out to be more of a challenge than I had realised. Advertised as a trail marathon I wasn’t expecting anything easy. I’ve always said “respect the miles” and 26.2 is a number that commands respect.
 
But while it started as a hot and hilly trail run it went on to take me to breaking point and gave me one of the biggest lessons I’ve learnt in running so far. Here’s the story…..
 
The day before the race I had a horrible, stomach-churning realisation that for the first time in three years I didn’t want to run. I’d come off the back of a couple of ultras, I had nothing to prove to myself and wasn’t looking for a challenge. But seeing that my hometown running club was holding a trail marathon I saw the chance to have a new challenge. Having backed off the training for a while, “could I go out and run a marathon on the trails I’d spent three years running, with just two weeks’ notice?”
 
I’ve got to say I was nonchalantly confident. When people asked if I was ready I shrugged it off. Someone even tweeted me, asking if I was ready for it and I dismissed it with an “I’ve run ultras” comment. I forgot one of the most important rules of running, “respect the miles”.
 
With a fortnight to go, I trained hard for the first week, ran six days in a row and posted 40+ miles. I felt good, fast even, brimming with confidence and ready to race. But the second week was a different story. Work commitments and shift pattern meant working nights and little sleep. My diet was all over the place. I didn’t even know what shoes to wear, having recently transitioned to minimalist shoes.

With two days to go I found myself 4lbs over race weight and feeling lethargic and sleep deprived.
The day before the race I was going to a concert with your Mother and regardless of the fact I’d be sober, it would be a late night and I wouldn’t be well rested. It didn’t bode well.
 
Race day didn’t look any better and it was with a sense of foreboding that I set off to the start. A couple of bottles of water to drink, some gels that were scattered among my kit to fuel me and my Vivo Evo “barefoot” shoes.
 
Now I don’t know if I was just being pessimistic or beating myself up, but everyone at the start line looked fit and FAST! As ten o’clock rolled around I made my way to the start line and reluctantly waited for the bang to signal the start.

 
There wasn’t a cloud in the sky and it was heating up quickly, already 25 degrees. The pre-race warm up and stretch routine had  made me break a sweat and with the thought of 26 miles hot and hilly ahead of me, the bang sounded.
 
And a strange thing happened. The pressure and the tension subsided. The doubt and the concerns started to disappear. A single clear thought was in my mind, “Ignore everyone else, run your own race”. The course went through some school fields across a small urban estate and quickly into rural countryside, the first obstacle a steep incline where the gradient increased the higher you got and I realised that on this part of the course at least I had a hometown advantage. I knew these hills. I’d run on them countless times. I’d cut my teeth on them. So while others powered on only to be drained, I kept a steady pace waiting for the summit and undulating summit that I knew followed. And this undulating course spelt out the next 5 miles. Working my way through the field and feeling lighter and stronger as the race went on. Aiming for 9 min/miles I continually found myself coming in just under and feeling great.
 
7 miles in the course enters woodland and forest giving a softer feel underfoot and a more involving run. This was most welcome especially in the minimalist shoes I’d worn. Past the first aid station, I’d started to flag a little with what felt like constant uphills and the still rising temperature. The exposed roots and rutted paths made ankles an issue but the barefoot shoes gave great preprioception and I stayed upright and light on my feet.
 
As the course is not marked out, runners are given maps, but advised to follow instructions written on four sheets of A4. I’d done this on a previous race so didn’t feel disadvantaged, but took some wrong turns early on, as did others when I went the right way. It was all part of the challenge and at first felt like fun.
 
About 15 miles in the fun stopped, then the motivation waned and finally my energy levels sunk. On reflection I’d got my fuelling strategy wrong, I’d not hydrated enough and I wasn’t prepared. I felt myself falling back through the group. I had been leading a small group for miles with direction and motivation, but now was at the back, disinterested and demotivated. I can only liken it to the movies where one by one the large engines on a plane start to fail and you can sense the drop in momentum and speed until eventually the nose dive starts accompanied by a whine and crash.
 
At my lowest point I’d lost my place on the route and map. I’d been at the back of the group for a mile and I wasn’t even sure we were going the right way. I came to the conclusion that if we’d taken a wrong turn and had to back track I’d throw in the towel and walk to the nearest town to arrange a lift.
 
I don’t know how long this moratorium continued for. I know I got to another aid station and took on water, an electrolyte tablet and jelly babies before setting off. I know that I kept talking to people and realised that no one near me was having a good day. But I lost about 90 minutes not really conscious of my situation.
 
When the fog cleared I was at mile 19. I’d entered a mile stretch of woodland, lots of shade and a cool, damp microclimate which was exactly what I needed. I turned to the last page only to see the course was just over 27 miles, not 26 and worse, my mistakes early on had added a mile. I was in for a 29 mile run and the course on the instructions was the shortest route back. I thought back to other races especially the ultramarathons and the mental effort required for those. I thought about the goals I’d set for this race and how I was still on target for most. I thought of the countless hours of training and running I’ve done and drew on this experience for strength and confidence.
 
I felt hot, but strong.

My feet felt good and legs, although heavy, were showing no sign of strain or injury.

I was hydrated enough to finish and was still with a group of others. I got my head down, focussed on form and technique and got a mantra going in my head. 
 
Relentless Forward Progress.  Relentless Forward Progress.  Relentless Forward Progress. 

 
At the last aid station, with 4 miles to go I felt great. I’d been running with a guy for miles. We’d found a comfortable pace and been overtaking others doing the marathon and 20 mile course. I knew I was going to finish and that is the main goal of these things. Whatever happened it would be successful. And then the little voice started asking “If you push a bit harder, could you be more successful?”.
 
2 miles left and my pace picked up. I knew the route and ditched the instructions. My partner was happy to coast to the finish and I was happy to find another gear. 27 miles in and I convinced myself that I was out on a short run. No target pace, no pressure. No one else. The pace dropped from 10min/miles to 9’s then I started seeing 8’s on my Garmin. Half mile to go and the country side gave way to urban sprawl and the promise of a finish. The final turn into the sports field and the finish flags waved me in. The applause and cheers of my family made the last 100 metres some of the easiest I’d ever run and a finish time of 4:47 and some change, while outside my target, was a good time for the race on the day.

At  the finish, you guys were there for me along with your Mum and Grandad. As usual you all looked at me with a mixture of pride and concern. And I love you all for that.

 
So what did I learn that may help you out?
 
1)      If you fail to prepare, prepare to fail. I should have been better prepared for this and nearly paid for it. I should have had fuelling and hydration strategies sorted way before race day!

2)      When your body wants to give up, your mind can carry you a lot further. It doesn’t matter how you do it: mantra, positive mental attitude or just lying to yourself about how far you’ve already run!

3)      Running with others is very important on long distances. For safety reasons as well as motivational.

4)      Run the race you are in. Plan all you like, but the weather and the route can mean you don't have the day you planned.
 
Most importantly though,
5)      It’s good to know your limits and to be realistic with your abilities, but

6)      It’s great to ignore them and push hard for the finish.

 

Just look where you left it...

Now kids, there are some things that as a parent you end up saying time and time again, with such a wide range of ages between you guys they vary but the top 5 phrases right now have to be:

1-Brush your teeth/hair properly
2-Do you need the toilet?
3-Have you done your homework?
4-Turn the video game off and go outside! and
5-You haven't lost it, its exactly where you left it!

Now these are in no particular order, but you get my drift. Being a parent is the most amazing experience and fulfilling thing you can do interspersed with repetition, routine and more repetition.

But, and here's a big lesson for you, your parents aren't perfect. We are ALWAYS right but sometimes we make mistakes and sometimes we should listen to our own advice.
NB. even when we make mistakes, we are still right!

I wish I had realised this a few weeks ago when I started to feel very despondent about running and began questioning why I was doing it. I always get like this when I have no events booked but everything is so manic at the moment it is difficult to find the time to book a run let alone train for it. I wasn't worried about these feelings but they hung over everything I did and nagged at my subconscious when I saw others runnig.

I had trained so much earlier this year, that after the last ultra I felt glad for a rest. In particular, I felt like there was one road, that I did a lot of my big miles on, that I was not going to miss at all.

I knew every feature of that road, every crack in the pavement, blind junction, squashed animal and piece of discarded rubbish. I ran my first 26.2 on this road. I've trained in the sun, rain, snow and ice on this road. I've thrown up on it, fallen on it, bonked on it and set personal bests on it. I have literally suffered blood, sweat and tears on it and when the excuse came to move on I thought I would be grateful.

But, here I am 6 weeks after my last race and to be honest I haven't run as much as I thought I would have. Not through a lack of passion for running but just a certain ingredient was missing. A little spice, a bit of mojo  if you will.

Every run felt hard and without inspiration. My form felt weak and my pace was laboured at best.

I was starting to worry that I'd lost my mojo for running and was even considering (perish the thought) getting a cycle!!!

And this is when I wish someone would have said one of the phrases above to me. Maybe it would have helped or maybe it was something I had to discover/rediscover for myself.

After a few speed session recently, I went out early this morning for a 7 miler. No pace planned, just an out and back to get some miles under my belt. Turning out of the driveway, habit took over. The music stopped me from over thinking and my feet carried me back onto that same old road. I was a mile in before I realised how easy the running felt and how light on my feet I was.

I was three miles in before I realised I was maintaining sub 7:15 min/mile pace without collapsing and on the return route I dug deep on the hills to maintain the pace. Finishing the run with an average pace of 7:29min/miles.

This isn't fast for some, but for me its race pace on a 10k day, with good nutrition and hydration. This was half five in the morning fuelled by a banana and a glass of water!

Like so many things in life, we lose them sometimes and sadly, you lose some things forever. But whether its your video game or PE kit, your car keys or sunglasses, your best friend or your passion for doing something you enjoy, try looking where you last had it.

Chances are it is still there.

Could I run an ultramarathon?

Kids, it's normal to doubt yourself. 

Never be surprised or ashamed to ask yourself difficult questions about what you are capable of. 

Once I had got to be a competent runner, I started asking myself these sort of questions.

"Could go faster or further?"

"Could I run a marathon?"

"Could I beat that last time?"

and the biggest one...

"Could I run an ultramarathon?"

At the time, these questions seemed difficult and somewhat impossible, like reaching for the stars or flying to moon. But with time and effort I answered these questions one by one. 

I got thinking about this earlier this week when I was reading somebody else's account about running ultras. They said that the difference between running 6 km and running 60 km is all in the mind. At first I thought how untrue that was. It can't be as simple as having a positive state of mind. Surely it's all about the training and preparation...

I trained hard to run my first ultramarathon and I think that showed in my performance. I ran the whole course in challenging conditions and although it took longer than I planned (naively) I was still impressed with my performance after I was done. My training involved a 20 week plan, running 4-5 times per week with a mix of road and trail, speed and distance, interval and back to back workouts. I stuck to it as much as possible I got up in the early hours and ran through the snow and the rain. I did everything I could and at the end of the program I knew I had done all I could. But the question hung over my head....

"Could I run an ultramarathon?"

Looking back at my first ultra I now see that asking that question was just me identifying a weakness, maybe even a fear. 

I've never felt comfortable putting myself out there and doing something exceptional. Running any distance is great. Running marathons is exceptional and running ultras is (believe me) exceptional. 

The fear wasn't about running the distance or getting a DNF. It wasn't about where I'd place or getting an injury, it was about me achieving something, it was about being scared to put my hand up and say to everyone, "I've done something amazing, I've run an ultramarathon."

I contrasted this with my second ultramarathon, I maintained my fitness, but didn't train too much. I applied late in the day and wasn't particularly well prepared for the race. But I ran faster and harder in equally challenging conditions and placed much higher than my first. I finished stronger, recovered quicker and was much happier at the finish line.

The difference? I'd already done the hard work and answered the questions, now I was just doing it for fun and for the experience. I'd already accepted that I was capable of doing these things. 

Jake running his first 2k race, no doubts, just smiles.

Kids, never be afraid to ask yourself these big, challenging questions about what you are capable of. The truth is that if you look at the questions you are asking, you're probably just identifying your own perceived weaknesses. And this is the first step to overcoming them.

Go to your happy place.....

Kids, part of the reason I run is to balance my mind and get perspective on all of the other stresses and strains that you face in life. When I started writing this to explain to you how I went from being a normal person, to being a person that runs, and finally How I Became a Runner, I realised that this was a huge part of it. One great piece of advice that I want to pass on would be find your happy place….

And I guess there are two strands to this, the actual happy place and the mental one. Let me explain….

1) The actual happy place. When I started running I ran on the roads. They’re the obvious place to start, well lit, flatter and drier than the trails; and initially less likely to cause you an injury. However the monotony of running on the same roads and the stresses that pavement running puts on my joints limited the lifespan of road running for me. So when I ran my first trail run, I knew that I had stumbled across something special. No more was I limited by the design of the roads or the condition of the pavement, suddenly my boundaries were set by how much time I had and how far I could run, I could choose to take each run to new places. I could take the steep incline, the grassy route, the gravel path or the muddy descent. I could make the run as scenic or as challenging as I wanted. I realised that the joy is in the journey to get somewhere and not just the destination.

I loved the sensation of travelling through the environment and being part of it, which can only come with running the trails.

Kids, my happy place is on the top of some local hills, we’ve been there dozens of times and I tell you that I love it most times. I love to be there because you can see to the horizon, you can see the roads and trails and paths on the earth below you, feel the enormity of the sky above you. From this place I feel like I have control to travel the earth by any route that I wish. Hugely empowering and totally humbling.

2) When I’m on the trails and in particular when I’m in the actual happy place, that’s when I get my brain straight. I never realised at first that running would have the mental health benefits that it has brought. It had started as a way of losing weight and then an interesting sport to see how I could improve over time. My moment of clarity came when I realised that for me running is about taking the road less travelled.

My “mental” happy place is the very beginning of a new trail, when you don’t know where it leads or where it comes out. It’s symbolic of the ability to start on a new path whenever you wish. Sometimes you know where you want to go and have specific goals. Other times your aims are shapeless and unclear, but in those first steps forward we understand the potential that we have.

So when I need to get my thoughts straight I know that running is there for me; like mobile counselling I guess. It takes me to my happy place and most importantly when I come home to you, I’m a happier and better person for having been there. Why do I need this help?Well, that’s a different story for another day, but we’ll get there.

I can go, either physically or mentally, to my happy place and recognise my place within the world. I get asked by a lot of people why I run. Maybe if I explained it like this, they would understand.

In writing this post I sought inspiration from others. When someone contacted me to say they had been through a similar realisation about trailrunning, the physical benefits they had found were amazing. The guy had found a real passion for running and seen massive improvements in their pace and distance. I think this person has a great attitude to running and the reasons he does it. Reading their account got me thinking about how trail running has benefited me.

Inspire. And be inspired.

Kids; over time the meaning and even the gravity of some words changes. To previous generations, the word awesome depicted something at the limits of human understanding. Something so incomprehensible, normally, that it not only filled the observer with awe but shook them to the core of their belief. eg. As he cast his eyes upon the ship named named Titanic his eyes grew wide and his mouth fell open. Although first stuck silent he said "it is awesome". Captain Smith 1912 *

Nowadays (2012 I'm writing this) it's a common word used to describe anything that is good eg.

As he cast his eyes upon the meatball and grilled cheese sub his smile grew and he nodded his head. "It is awesome."  Me - (2007-current day.)

*(not an actual quote)

My point is that we often exaggerate words or give them little credibility for their true meaning. A more recent example of how this has changed for me personally is the word Ultramarathon. Shortly after completing my first Ultra about 6 weeks ago I started getting itchy feet. It was not some kind of fungal infection, but the need to run again. 

My first ultra had been particularly trying. 26 degree heat, my first go at navigating/orienteering since I was a boy and also the pressure of competing in my first race of this type. And although I was left with a sense of numbness about my achievement which took time to develop into pride, once it did I knew I would be going back to the dark place that comes after running 26.2 miles. The word ultramarathon had gone from being an unachievable pinnacle to something I was capable of doing. No less difficult, but I now understood its meaning.

Since I had first heard of Ultramarathons, one event in particular caught my attention. The Grimsthorpe ultramarathon run by FatFeet was up until last year a 26 hour event with the option to run 70 or 100 miles. These distances seemed way too far for me so when they released details of a 40 mile run for 2012 on the same course I knew I was doing it.

All prepared and ready to run.

When the race pack arrived and I saw my number was 33, coincidentally may age, I felt like fortune may be favouring me this time. A good omen or just coincidence, I felt like I needed something on my side. The race had been renamed the GrimReaper Ultramarathon and was starting on Friday the 13th of July. Some good luck had come my way in that my Dad had very kindly volunteered to crew for me. The race was 4 laps of a ten mile circuit on a 50:50 split of road and trail.

When I arrived at Grimsthorpe castle it was wet, had been raining for some time and showed no signs of stopping. The usual crowd of ultrarunners were there. Everyone form racing snakes to soldiers; from young to old and even some of the more bizarre looking were shuffling around, getting settled and  looking forward to race time. It was looking at these groups that I started to question my right to be there. Never one for huge levels of self confidence I asked why I had the right to be running in an Ultramarathon. The gravity of the word suddenly feeling very present. Not just a run. Not even a marathon. But an ULTRA marathon. ULTRA, a prefix which is commonly added to anything to make it stand out  but means so much more. It suggests elite, the best, the hardest. To complete anything ULTRA can't just be great; it must be awesome (original meaning).

I will interject at this point as when it comes to race reports I follow in the words of the great Franklin D. Roosevelt. Be sincere, be brief, be seated. And seeing as I'm sat down and I'm always sincere, here comes the brief part.

Lap 1) Brooks Ravenna 3 shoes. Felt great set off with a great guy called Tom (more later) and ran together for a few miles. Being impatient I upped my pace to 9:30 min/miles and went off alone for the remainder of the lap. At the end of the lap, refuelled on gels and water and set off again. Kept to my target pace of sub 10 min/miles.

Lap 2) Brooks Ravenna 3 shoes. The rain had now settled in and was staying put the trails had become sodden and in places flooded so feet were wet and starting to blister. Mood was still up but by mile 19, I knew I had a bad blister developing on my right foot near the little toe. At the lap marker, changed shoes, cleaned feet, new socks and refuelled. Again. Kept to my target pace of sub 10 min/miles.

Lap 3) Inov-8 Roclite shoes. Clearly a better choice but having changed to a wider shoe, my already blistered feet now had room to move and rub more! My skin was now saturated and while I saw may pace drop into the sub 11 area I was still struggling. At mile 29 something gave way in my right foot. Like a tearing pain, but not muscular and I had to stop for a minute to regain my composure. I used the mantra "pain is temporary, failure is forever" and kept on going.


Lap 4) Inov-8 Roclite shoes. Strangely all pain had gone. I felt light on my feet, I started overtaking people and feeling good. I started recording sub 10 min/miles again and even overtook three people in the last 2 miles, including one on the final straight(sorry). I know it's about personal challenges etc. but I felt strong and competitive and everyone likes a race right?

So I finished and I finished strong. I ran 40 wet, muddy miles in 6:54 and with an average pace of 10:18 min/miles. I ran 5 miles further than my last ultra in only 5 minutes more! The pain in my foot turned out to be a blister which encompassed the whole toe shearing off and degloving the toe of any skin. It hurt, it still hurts and I will be at the doctors tomorrow to get it treated.





But as usual, the running of a race and the time you get is only half a story, probably less than half.




Along the way I ran with some great characters, each with their own story to tell and reason to run. Some novice, some experienced, all totally individual.


I ran with:




A 20 year old lad who'd never run further than a half marathon before. He overtook me on a hill and seemed to be flying but was shattered at the top of the hill. I caught him and he was on lap 2 of 7 and looked like he was struggling. We spoke about walking up the hills to save energy, I hope he listened.




Two 49 year olds, one who was training to run 50 miles before he turned 50 and another who was on his second 100-mile race. 17 years older than me and matching my pace we ran together for a while. The 100 mile guy finished his first 40 just minutes after me, I hope he did well.




A twitter friend who I've wanted to meet for ages and was as kind and supportive in real life as he is online. A guy who has run ultra races before, but had a bad day and DNF'd. Doesn't even matter to me. He turned up, rocked it and made me push myself harder. 




I saw a girl on the start line who looked totally ill-equipped for an ultra and she chicked me from the start line. Never saw her 'til I finished and she was already walking back to the car!




Others of all shapes and sizes getting round in their own time at their own pace, some walking some running, all completing an ultramarathon.




And I realised that what makes these events ULTRA is the willingness of those to participate or compete, and therefore I could do something ultra because I was willing to try.


Since finishing I got some great feedback and another one of those words used a lot but which I felt had lost meaning was mentioned several times.


INSPIRATIONAL.

Tired, soaked and very happy!

It's used a lot now, so much that I thought the word has been reduced in its depth.


I never seek to inspire others, only to try my hardest so that you kids can see that you can achieve anything if you try. But I guess it isn't our intention to inspire that counts, but the effect you have on others.


Each of the people I ran with inspired me. Some with kind words and useful tips. Others with their pace and form; giving me something to strive for. They probably never meant to but they did. I hope I inspired them and I hope I have inspired you. Sometimes, by no more than our own presence and participation we can inspire others.


So although some words have lost their true meaning, it is in the mind of the person using them how they are meant. For me this was an ULTRA marathon, it was AWESOME and I was INSPIRED.




NB. The GrimReaper Ultramarathon is a lapped course in the grounds of the beautiful Grimpsthorpe Castle. It is a mix of road and trails in a private estate and managed by a great team. On each lap you need to stamp a card twice and have those stamps verified at the start/finish/lap marker tent. It is one of the best organised events I have attended and I would and will recommend it to anyone. I will be going back next year with a better foot and looking to claim the scalp of a 70 or 100 mile ultra. A brilliant support crew and marshalls made for an astounding day.

Shine

Kids, while my blog posts are usually full of optimism and messages of believing in yourself, I wouldn't be preparing you for real life if I told you that things were always going to go your way. 

The truth is that, much like running, sometimes you are ahead and sometimes you are behind. It isn't always easy to get your head around this concept especially when you feel like you are the one behind.

But as usual I am going to tell you that lessons learned while running can be applied to real life too.

If there is one thing I would ask you to do when you feel like you are behind it would be this...

shine.

When the chips are down, when you feel like you are losing and you realise that someone else is going to do better than you, no matter how hard you try, simply...

Shine.

When I started running, I never thought that I would start winning races, that doesn't mean that the thought never crossed my mind. In the quiet moments, I would ponder that I had the ideal race, got lucky and fluked into a top 3 position. But the truth is that at 33 and having been running for 3 years, I am unlikely to see many podiums. 

In the 2011 Ashridge 5 mile trail run I came in 17th with a top 10% place. I ran a good race despite starting near the back on a single track run. I got lucky by following a Cani-X runner to the middle of the pack and went on to work my way further forward after that. I finished by running to your mother at the finish line and asking where everyone else was before realising I was near the front. In 2012 I finished well in the top half of my first ultramarathon, an achievement which four weeks on, continues to dawn on me as being great.

I watched faster and fitter people beat me and could easily have become despondent but I didn't. I realised that while I was in the shadow of others, in my own way I shone. I shone for doing my best and achieving as much as I could.

I shone because while it wasn't the cheer of the crowd that met me at the end, it was the pride of my family and those that I care about.

I never trained to win or to beat any other person, so when I didn't it didn't make my day any less special. 

I trained despite knowing that I wouldn't win, and I ran knowing that I wasn't destined for a podium.

I did this because when I'm running it is my chance to shine.

The truth is that we all live in the shadows of others, none of us are born into infinite greatness. We must seek out opportunities to shine and be bright because when we do, it allows others around us to do the same.

Kids, when you find yourselves in the shadows of others, see this as an opportunity to shine.

Invictus

As I read back through the last few posts kids, it occurs to me that I have moved even further away from the story I was supposed to be telling you. The story of how I became a runner is all in the past, but it impacts on me every day now.

I believe that running has made me into a better person in every aspect of my life. It has helped me realise there are genuinely good people out there who help and support me just because they can. It's made me realise I am capable of so much more than I ever thought and given me confidence I never thought i would have. 

It's shown me how shallow reward can be without effort.

I'm not really sure when I stopped being someone who runs and became a runner, or if there was a particular moment when it changed. 

All I can say is that I remember a time before I was a runner; and I think I'm a better person after that time passed.

I'll give you an example....

I've been working for the same organisation for 13 years. My sole focus for all that time has been getting promoted, never getting better or working harder. I've judged myself only on my payscale and others' impression of me. I never knew I was doing it, and I'm sure as hell not the only one, but I got drawn into letting others impressions and expectations of me mould my choices at work.

All this was taken away when promotion no longer became a possibility due to economic crises   on an international level. The pathway that had been laid before me was suddenly removed, my route no longer clear.

Suddenly I was adrift; without focus or aim, direction or purpose.

I buried myself further in running and started to learn an important lesson in life. Only you can make yourself into the person you want to be. You are able to shape your own destiny as much as you can train for an event. No matter how big the challenge, it takes effort and dedication. 

It won't be easy and you may not get there first time.

But it will get easier and you will get there.

When I look back at my running career, I have to ask myself why it has been  more successful than my work one. Well, I'm passionate about it, I'm honest with my limitations and train hard to  overcome them; identify my strengths and exploit them. I don't worry about others impressions of me because I do it for me and not to impress them.

So I started applying this to my career instead and realised that I need to find something that I'm passionate about. I need to work to improve areas where I'm weak and exploit my strengths.

So I'm making some changes and I'll go into them later kids, but I guess what I'm saying is that we are each able and responsible for forming our own destinies. Don't let others expectations or impressions of you limit what you do.

Surround yourself with people who love and support you and reach for the stars. 

If you do, you may just get there.

In the words of a much clever person than I, below is a beautiful poem which inspires me regularly. Enjoy...

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Work hard at being happy.

Kids, It has been three weeks since I ran my first ultramarathon. Reflecting on that time, it took a while to recover and a few days of eating constantly to get all of my energy back. The initial feeling on finishing the event was an anti-climax, but I can only describe the feeling of finishing my first one as a slow release high. It seemed to take a while to build but hung around for a long time after. It still gives me a buzz now!

Usually, the day after an event I crash pretty hard and start looking for a new event to book, to chase away the post-race blues. This time, I was happy to go with the flow for a while; take a step back and think about future plans.

Running ultramarathons is a big decision for me and a lot of other people. For some natural athletes with time to dedicate, this may sound a bit pretentious. But the truth is with a busy full time job and kids that I love spending time with, dedicating time to training is a big commitment.

But I also need to balance this against the benefits of running.

When I run, I become a better person.

For a whole load of reasons I won’t go into, sometimes I need a bit of help to get happy. Lots of people do and they each have their own way of getting that lift. For some it’s going to the gym or dancing, others smoke or drink. For some it’s buying new shoes or handbags. Well, running makes me happy. I don’t need to do it every day, but I do it when I can and never regret going for a run.

Today I described it as an addiction and it was pointed out to me by a friend that it’s a good addiction to have compared to some unhealthy ones. For me, it boosts confidence, my mood and my health. While it takes me away from home for a while, it’s the fact that I’m running home a better person that keeps me going.

So this week, plans for the future started to form. I’m looking to do three very different and special events in the rest of the year.

1) I’m looking to complete another ultra, a 40 miler this time, in Grimsthorpe. The event which first inspired me to try an ultramarathon when I first read about it.

2) I’ve got my Dad to agree to bike alongside me for a 34 mile run from central London, heading back home along the A5. The idea of running an event with my Dad is really exciting, like something that neither of us will ever forget. He is my original hero and role model and training with him will be great.

3) Run a 50+ miler along the Grand Union Canal towpath from London back home in December. This will be my first “50”. Hopefully with some guys off Twitter who have inspired me for ages, and I’d be proud to run alongside them.

When I look at how hard I had to train, at all the early morning and late night runs I have to ask myself if it was all worth it. I can hand on heart say that it was. I’ve got long term benefits from training and running the event, and I’m excited about planning and competing in the others.

So kids, sometimes you need to work hard to be happy. I assure you it is worth it.

Because being happy lets me be the best person I can be.

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An ode to running.....

No child likes to believe that their parents are at all creative. The sheer thought that their Mum or Dad would express themselves through anything other than written notes or direct (nagging) instructions is too much for most kids to understand.

But here is one of my  little secrets kids, I like to write poetry. It's not something I'm proud of or something I believe I am particularly good at, but its something I enjoy doing. So when I think about running it inspires me and this is the result.

The first step out the door into pre sunrise morn,

Fresh air on my face as I wait for the dawn.

The fog on my breath from the chill in the air.

Turn my head to the stars and I stare a long stare.

Barely a stretch before feeling the beat,

Feeling the rhythm that starts in my feet,

A cursory check that I've got what I need, 

Then best foot forward as I build up the speed.

Feeling legs loosen as the miles start to pass,

The occasional thought that I'm going to fast.

But knowing that as long as I still feel the groove,

And let feet pass each other, I'll continue to move.

Whether I'm running on grass, pavement or snow,

Trails or woodland, wherever I go.

Whether the weather is rain, wind or sun.

I'll always be happy when I go for a run.

The achievement of running a little bit more,

Further or faster than you have done before.

The thrill's in the journey not just in the end.

But that's not the message I'm trying to send

Because the best part of running for me any way,

And the one thing I know at the end of the day.

Is no matter how far I run, walk and roam.

I'm running to you, I'm running to home.

Dad x