Chester Marathon weeks 6 to 9 (and some of 10) / 18

When I started to write up my training for this autumn’s Chester Marathon I had intended jotting down my notes each week.  I hadn’t, however, intended on being quite so busy with various projects.  This is good.  I feel much better and much more productive when my mind and body are engaged in purposeful activity.  Years ago, a colleague of mine would rather flamboyantly stride out of meetings claiming, ‘I can either talk about work, or actually do it.’  I’ve had to take this approach.  Life has been very busy and I’ve chosen to run, rather than write about it.

That said, I now have a spare few minutes…

The last 4 and a bit weeks have been very productive.  I have run 262 miles.  Within this period I’ve completed long runs of 15, 16, 18, 20 miles.  I’ve run another 4 speedwork sessions, 4 Bolton parkruns, and a 4.4 mile trail race.  The rest of the running has either been recovery runs or steady paced efforts of around 10 miles.  I’ve really enjoyed all of it.

The most important thing for me to continue to reflect on as I focus hard on the next few weeks is to be grateful.  I started this year simply wanting to get to the end of it without injury.  I spent so much time last year limping around the place that I was really questioning what was going wrong.  I worried how would I resolve the issue: every single time I got a bit fitter, I’d end up injured.   So I’m grateful that I have been able to find a solution: run more.

It’s true, and it’s deserving of separate blog post, the answer was there all along: run more.  As I’ve slowly increased my mileage, I’ve got stronger.  This strength has made me far more resilient.  Truth be told: I didn’t need to find what cross training, strength work and stretching I needed to do to avoid injury.  Instead I needed to work out how to run more to become a stronger runner.  That’s not to say that cross training and the like can’t be useful.  I’ve come to believe that if it is in addition to the maximum that you are capable of running, it can really help.  But if it is instead of running, my guess is that it won’t help you to be a stronger runner one bit.  I’m nowhere near my maximum running tolerance.  And at the moment, I’m nowhere near the limping and shuffling that characterised so much of last year.

(Thanks to Marty at Bolton parkrun for the photo)

 

Chester Marathon week 5/18 – Yasso!

I came to this week with high expectations.  In many ways you have to when you are going further and harder than you have ever been before.  It’s of little value entering a session without expecting to get something from it – and this week I started running structured sessions.

I decided to start with the classic Yasso 800s.  The rationale behind this particular session is well documented.  Essentially it requires you to run 800 metre reps.  A target marathon of 3 hours requires you to run the rep in 3 minutes with a three minute recovery.  If you can run 10 of these, you should be in three hour shape.  Obviously, if you are targeting a four hour marathon your timings change to four minutes.

I quick measure on Google maps and I soon found an 800 metre length of path running through Leverhulme park.  Of course, it would be even easier to do it on the track there.  However, a combination of the track surface and constant running on the bends seems to aggravate my calf.  So, I’m staying clear. 

After a few miles of jogging to warm up and considerable talking myself into it, I was ready to Yasso.  I decided to run 5 reps.  This would give me time to add a rep or two every couple of weeks in order to build up to the ten reps recommended by chief running officer of Runners’ World Bart Yasso (after whom the session is named).  I’m obviously not running this session every week.

The first rep passed in a bewildering mixture of pain and uncoordinated movement of limbs.  Anyone observing must had thought that I was either being chased by a particularly nasty swarm of wasps or was suffering from some form of uncontrollable arm spasm.  Or at least that’s how it felt.  The only consolation was knowing that my watch would stop at a pleasing 2:30.  I was flying.

It stopped at 3:12.  I wasn’t.

I spent the three minutes recovery reminding myself that however difficult today was going to be, it was precisely through running such sessions that I’d make the improvements that I am seeking.  The next four reps saw a similar pattern: run hard, stare at my watch in disbelief, shake my head for three minutes, and repeat.  But, by the end of rep three I was actually enjoying working really hard.  I was rewarded with subsequent reps of 3:01, 2:55, 2:51, 2:55.

The day after saw me complete my midweek longer run.  This 13 miler passed with an average pace of 7:22.  I deliberately ran this with a negative split and felt very strong towards the end of a very warm run.  A quick look on Strava reminded me that this was the quickest that I’d ever run on this course.  It is runs like this which convince me that going sub 1:30 in the Bolton Community Half Marathon in September is a definite possibility.

The week’s other highlight was Bolton parkrun.  I felt relaxed for a fifth place in 19:55.  The lowlight was Sunday’s run.  A combination of family commitments, heat, and tiredness meant that I really struggled around the course and I was truly relieved when I finally stopped.

So, this week’s training looked like this:

Monday: 9.4 miles @ 8:22

Tuesday: 5 x 800 metres (3 rec)

Wednsday: 13 @ 7:22

Thursday: 4 recovery

Friday: 10 @ 8:59

Saturday: Bolton parkrun 19:55

Sunday: 10 easy @ 9:21

Total miles: 60.5

The aim for next week is to consolidate the gains made this week and to push on slightly.  More specifically, the sub targets are:

Tuesday: the rep session will be 4 x mile reps @ 6:30 m/m

Wednesday: the aim for the midweek long run will be to add a mile to make it 14 and to continue to run this as a negative split. 

Saturday: Bolton parkrun. The aim will be to run this as hard (but but not a flat out effort.

Sunday: 16 miles easy, but with the last 7 @ 7:30 m/m

Chester Marathon week 4/18 – Radcliffe 5K Trail Race

This has been a slightly odd week.  Or perhaps I’ve just been tired.  I’ll settle for tired. Really tired.  OK, that’s all the negativity out of the way.  Normal positivity can now be resumed.

The point that I’m labouring is that I don’t ordinarily deal well with tiredness, and this week I’ve found myself getting reduced sleep.  Some of this has been connected to the fact that it’s been quite warm, particularly in the evenings.  Some of this is connected to the fact that I’ve had to do some training later in the evening and I’ve not calmed down enough from the running to be able to fall asleep on time, and some of it is simply the fact that I’ve been working and training hard.  I’m consciously making a note of this as I move forward with the plan: I need more sleep and I will be making this a priority over the next few weeks.  I don’t want to spend the next 14 weeks feeling as mentally foggy as I have done this week.

However, I have enjoyed training this week.  As I write this on Sunday night I have run for 40 consecutive days for a total of 320 miles.  This is a daily average of 8 miles, and it’s the highest that I’ve ever run.  I’m definitely in the place where I want to be out running and I want to continue to gently turn the screw.  There’s no magic at work here, just consistent running.

Sunday’s race was a brilliantly organised trail race.  The course went from the cinder track at Cam’s Lane, down to Radcliffe before winding its way down the old railway line and back up to the track.  I ran as hard as I could.  My breathing felt great, I just couldn’t get my legs to turn over any faster.  In many ways this is pleasing.  I think that it’s great evidence that the base building is working.  I’m looking forward to see what happens when the more specific session start.

This week has looked like this:

Monday: 9 miles @7:22 m/m

Tuesday: 7 easy recovery

Wednesday: 12.7 @ 7:27 m/m

Thursday: 8 miles easy round the park but with 8 x 90 seconds on hills

Friday: 3 miles recovery

Saturday: 6 miles easy, then Bolton parkrun in an easy 26:00

Sunday: warm up, Radcliffe 5K trail race (19:15)

Total for the week: 55.1 miles

Next week the aim is to train is a similar way: two longer runs with the pace around 7:20 and another hill session.  The main difference will be that Bolton parkrun will be a hard effort and Sunday’s run will be 16+ miles.  I’m aiming for 75 miles.

Results for Radcliffe Trail Race

 

Chester Marathon week 3/18 – Betting on Zero

The aim of this week was to continue to slightly increase the mileage.  It’s now been nine weeks of upping the running, and this week came in at just over 61 miles.  I’ve found myself going out running without thinking about it too much, and I’ve certainly not needed to talk myself into it.

I’ve also spent time this week watching the documentary Betting on Zero.  On the surface this could be seen as a dry account of two prolific investors squaring off with each other over the investing in, and shorting of, stock in the company Herbalife.  However, it’s much more than a drama being played out between two Wall Street big hitters.  Not only does it open the viewer’s eyes to the ways in which these types of companies operate, it also explores aspects of trust, faith, and the often mistaken belief that we can all make it if we work hard enough.  It’s often a dishonest assertion, and yet it’s one that is ruthlessly promoted by one side of the argument in this film.  It’s a fascinating and sobering film.  It left me being reminded of the old truism that if it looks too good and sounds too good to be true…then it probably is. 

Thankfully, running is a much simpler business, or at least it is if you keep it that way.  And it would seem that some people don’t.  I’ve been bombarded this week with adverts on Facebook for all sorts of running related gadgets and gizmos with the implication that they can help me to get faster, recover better, and generally be a quicker runner.  Perhaps these frivolities avoid another truism: you get out what you put in.  Admittedly, only now am I beginning to realise that I haven’t actually ever put that much into it.  I’ve always played it safe; always held back; always stopped long before I’ve actually found out what I can really do.  Previously, I’ve bet on zero, or at least acted as if that’s all I’m capable of getting from running.  I suppose if there is one thing that I have learned in steadily increasing my mileage, it’s that I want it.  I’m ready to work hard, really hard.  I’m ready to put as much as I can into this marathon build up. 

Marcus Chester, Marcus Chester runner, Bolton parkrun, parkrun, marathon training, Chester Marathon
Bolton parkrun (Photo: Dave Hitchen)

So, this week’s training looked like this:

Monday: 6 miles recovery

Tuesday: 10 miles at 8 m/m

Wednesday: 9 miles with miles 2-8 as progression

Thursday: 7 miles recovery

Friday: 10 miles at 8 m/m

Saturday: Bolton parkrun (6th in 19:47)

Sunday: 14 miles easy

It’s clear where the focus needs to start to move towards.  The aim of the coming week is to continue to build the base and increase the miles.  However, I also need to increase the pace of some of the runs.  Bolton parkrun came in at 6:25 m/m which is the nearest thing to quality that I ran all week.   Other than a couple of low 7 m/m in the progression session on Wednesday, it’s been all easy running.  With the aim of increasing the quality of some of the running, I’m going to do a 5K race on Sunday.  This is a club race, so there should be a healthy element of competition and plenty of runners to aim for.  I’m also going to run the last 5 miles of Wednesday’s long run at a pace that is just under 7 m/m.  On Tuesday there is the inclusion of 10 x 100 metres of strides in an otherwise steady run.  Other than that, I’ll be keeping an eye on my pace during all of the runs, and making sure that unless they are recovery runs, that the pace is turned up just a notch.

Chester Marathon week 2/18 – Freckleton Half Marathon

The aim of this week was simply to turn the mileage up slightly for the eighth consecutive week.  I managed to do this despite the best efforts of the increasingly warm days and evenings.  It’s not been easy though: Sunday’s Freckleton Half Marathon was hot.  It’s always a risk entering this event because it’s a 2PM start time in the middle of June…Sunday didn’t disappoint – it was the hottest day of the year so far.

On the start I made the conscious choice to take it easy, or at least as easy as I could given the heat.  I wrote last week that I thought that I could comfortably run a PB on this course; but with the sun blazing in a azure sky I put this to the back of my mind.  As it was I set off at 1:40 pace, but with stopping at every drink station I came in at 1:41:17 (74/431).  Although this time is off from where I want to be, I’m still pleased.  I’m pleased that I altered my plan and stuck to it.  Setting off too quickly would have made for a very miserable race indeed, and stopping to drink at every station (and stand under the showers) really did mean I could manage the heat.  I’m pleased that, despite the heat, a 1:40 half felt very comfortable from a pace perspective.  I’m also pleased that it has taken so little out of me.  Final pleasing note, I didn’t ease down for this race.  I ran 55 miles last week.

But, there is unfinished work here:

2012: 1:51:51

2013: 1:50:24

2015: 1:48:16

2016: 1:36:29

2017: 1:41:09

The rest of the week was made up of easy running, although I did a session on Tuesday which involved running strides.  Perhaps the most enjoyable run was Saturday’s Bolton parkrun because I volunteered to pace this at 27 minutes.  A steady start, and a negative split, meant that I came in at 26:54.  It was really pleasing to see people sprint past me on the track as they hit their sub 27 minute target.  It is always a pleasure to be able to give something back to running, and it’s nice to help others achieve the things that they want to.

Freckleton results

Last week’s training looked like this:

Monday: 6 easy miles with the dog

Tuesday: 8 miles with strides and stretching

Wednesday: 7 miles @ 7:13 m/m (hot)

Thursday: 6 miles very easy

Friday: 10 miles

Saturday: pacing at Bolton parkrun, warm up and cool down (hot)

Sunday: Freckleton Half Marathon

Total: 55.5 miles

Next week’s training continues with the aim of building the endurance base.  Mileage increases slightly and there are two hard sessions.  One is Bolton parkrun on Saturday and the second is either a hard five miles at the end of Tuesday’s or Wednesday’s run.  The heat will dictate which of these runs I do this on as I can only run at specific times again this week.

Chester Marathon week 1/18 – general election

After the ups, downs, and general confusion inherent in a general election week it was good to put my entry in for the Chester Marathon which takes place on 10 October; whatever spurious toing and froing is involved in forming a workable coalition, at least an autumn marathon lends a degree of certainty to training if nothing else.  It is now 18 weeks away.

With my only DNF at Blackpool in April, I’m obviously keen to redress the balance and give a good account of myself in October.  With the passing of time and an honest conversation with myself (and with a far more experienced runner who has lent me a supportive and challenging word or two) it’s clear why Blackpool ended in a DNF: I was simply undertrained. Or at least I was undertrained for what I wanted to achieve, which was a time between 3 hours and 3 hours 15 minutes.  Lesson well and truly learned.  I hadn’t done enough.

Since that point I’ve had one main objective: steadily increase the mileage. It’s clear that a serious attempt to get anywhere nearer to three hours in October is going to require running a far higher mileage than I have ever run before. With this in mind, I have spent the last 8 weeks building up to last week’s 53 miles.  The average for the last four weeks has been 50 miles per week.   Over the next few weeks I’ll be increasing this in order to get in the 80+ plus mile weeks which are outlined in the P+D schedule that I’ll be following.  So far it feels manageable.  Just.

But it’s not all been about getting the miles in, I’ve also managed to get some quality work in too.  Obviously, given that I spent a lot of time last year limping around with an injury, I’ve been mindful of my right calf.  My main concern this year is remaining injury free.  However, I’ve managed to run a 5K PB of 18:27; I’ve set a Bolton parkrun PB of 19:29; run a 10 mile PB (for training) of just under 1:09. I’ve also had good runs in the Haigh Hall trail race and Henderson’s End fell race…

Marcus Chester, Marcus Chester runner, Henderson's End Fell Race, Burnden Road Runners

…all of which sets me up nicely for the next 17 weeks.  I’ve also done some fartlek and hill rep sessions as a way of starting to get my legs to turn over a bit quicker and to prepare them for the sessions to come.  I’ve also managed to get my weight down to 12St 8Ibs and I have had moments where I have felt much easier and freer while running.  At 6 feet 2 inches, I could still afford to lose more – and every pound lost is one less to carry around 26.2 miles – but I’m certainly not going to get caught up in the trap of obsessing about it.

Marcus Chester, Marcus Chester runner, Bolton parkrun

The schedule for the 18 week build up is based on that outlined in the book Advanced Marathoning,  After speaking to various sub 3 marathoners and assiduously reading everything that I can online, this appears to be the schedule that many place their trust and confidence in.  I’ve spoken through my plans with another runner and have had to tweak some of the sessions to fit around family and work commitments.  I’ve also had to adjust a few sessions so that I can accommodate the club races that I want to take part in; but I trust what sub 3 hour runners have told me and I’m electing to stick as closely as I can to the plan as is set out in the book.

 

So, last week’s training looked like this:

Monday: warm up, Burnden Road Runners club challenge timed uphill mile, cool down

Tuesday: really easy 3 miles (legs still felt battered from last Thursday’s fell race!)

Wednesday: 12 @ 7:31 pace

Thursday: easy 5 miles

Friday: easy 10 miles off road

Saturday: Bolton parkrun @ 6:54 pace 

Sunday: AM – easy 5, PM – 9 @ 8:11 pace (family commitments meant I had to split the runs)

Total: 53.6 miles

Next week’s training introduces structured strides on Tuesday with a session including 10 x 100 metres.  The main event for the week is the Freckleton Half Marathon on Sunday.  My target time here is, naturally, 1:29:30 which equates to 6:49 miles.  This will be right on the edge of my comfort zone at this point in time.  I ran a couple of recents 10 miler at 6:48 pace, whether I could hold on for another 3 miles is highly debatable, but I’m up for the challenge.  Either way, with a PB of 1:36:12 (set at Freckleton last year), I’m confident of being able to smash this. Freckleton is a relatively fast, flat course and the thirteen miles of the race should take my mileage for this week to 57.

What goes up

I’ve always enjoyed running uphill.  I think it’s probably because I have always equated running with struggling; I’m not a natural runner.  I’m a struggler.  So I enjoy the pain that running uphill invariably brings because it reminds me of the things that I’ve struggled with, and struggled against, and struggled for.  It’s a long list.  I enjoy the burning sensation in my lungs.  I’m not quick enough of a runner to make my lungs really, really ache on the flat.  I just can’t run fast enough; my legs won’t pay any heed to my thoughts to get a move on.  There is a disconnect between my nerves and my muscles and my subsequent shuffle is too sedate to really challenge my heart and lungs.

But uphill is another matter; when running uphill I gain the searing sensation across my chest that is the precursor to feeling cleansed from the inside out and I love this feeling.  I cherish the idea that, somehow, with each gasping breath we are renewed.  On some level each fading footfall brings us closer to who we could be and the mistakes of the past recede into an ever-diminishing memory.  We gain perspective when we sweat.

Of course, it’s all too easy, after the pain has receded, to make this sound philosophical.  While racing uphill in the brilliant Mast Race a couple of week ago I was hardly thinking of anything at all.  And for me, this is always good thing.  The brutal uphill slog of Bolton’s Smithill’s Dean Road required a simple and unthinking focus: breathe.  So, it was a welcome and meditative climb through the fog which after a mile cleared to reveal a stunning morning sun.  Over Coal Pit Lane we rose and beyond to the icy paths that lead up to the television mast that sits atop of Winter Hill.  I breathlessly reached the turn around point at just over three miles in ninth place, took another deep gasp and turned back to run the way we came.fullsizeoutput_5bd6

On the downhill I remember thinking that I must avoid the ice which glistened in the relative warmth of the clearer air.  It was just as well that I did: some runners obviously came unstuck and returned to the finish clutching grazed limbs.  I also had thoughts of being caught; I’m just too timid to let everything go when running downhill.  I make the fatal mistake of projecting into an imaginary future.  Before I’ve run very far I’ve ended up falling, breaking my leg, smashing my pelvis, dying, burying myself, imagining my own funeral…  The worst thing is that I know that I’m doing it, and I know how to stop doing it.  But, in the time that it takes me to organise my thoughts, I have invariably tightened up a little and such tightness is the enemy of the little speed that I only occasionally manage to muster.  An impromptu self-coaching session with just a touch of cognitive behavioural therapy saw my head back in the game.  Ultimately, I didn’t lose too much ground by gingerly stepping over the rocky path that marked the last mile on the uphill and the first of the downhill.  I was only passed by two runners on the downhill, and on the line another dipped for eleventh place leaving me twelfth.  I’m delighted with this progress because there have been many occasions in the past where I’ve been caught by countless others when running downhill.  But perhaps more pleasing still was the fact that I left the race thinking that I’d put as much into it as I could at the end of a week of hard training.

Marcus Chester, Marcus Chester runner, Mast Race, running, Bolton, Burnden Road Runners
The Mast Race

This metaphorical climbing continued with a solid 19:17 in the Stretford parkrun two weeks later.  Despite putting in some hard sessions and a higher mileage I felt great all the way round and was pleased to get a PB despite deliberately holding back at the start.  It felt good to be running at faster than target marathon pace and to feel controlled.  I was working hard towards the end, as I started to pick off some places, but at no point did I tip over into it becoming a battle against lactic acid and dwindling confidence.

So, two solid timed efforts, and back to back weeks of hard training should have meant that I felt good at Sunday’s Central Lancs 5K.  This race is the first of the Central Lancs Grand Prix races, and with it being the first official race of the club championship I wanted to hold my own and run as well as I could.  In the end, it simply wasn’t to be.  I’d incurred the early morning wrath of Mrs C by leaving the house in the first place.  I don’t blame her.  I’d spent all day on Saturday unable to move from bed having been laid low with some sort of bug; I literally couldn’t summon the energy to move.  Every trip to the bathroom to refill my water glass hurt my hips.  Although I wasn’t sick I could not abide the thought of eating.  I believe that I was suffering from what the medics call ‘Being Knackered’.  I slept for six hours during the day and ten hours on Saturday night.  By Sunday morning I felt a lot better, although it must be said that it’s all relative.  By the time the 5K had left the track, a mere 300 metres into the race, I knew that it’d been foolish of me to even start.  My legs felt detached and a day of eating very little had left me feeling totally drained.  Three miles later, and a very uncomfortable 20:52, I wandered over to Mrs C and the children relieved that it was over.

Blackpool marathon: 61 days to go.

Results (Mast 10K)

Results (Stretford parkrun)

Results (Central Lancs 5K)

Casey Neistat – My Addiction

Casey Neistat is a prodigiously talented film maker.  His youTube channel is testimony to his skill in allowing the everyday and the commonplace to speak.  There’s an undoubted truth in his work.  His relaxed visuals and humorous approach belie an almost obsessive attention to the details, the patina, and the texture of life.

His latest offering resonated with me on so many levels.  Not long ago I wrote a short piece about why I run.  Neistat’s film energetically explores a similar question and it’s wonderful.

Toenails and Tracks

On New Year’s Day I cut my toenails; I really wish that I hadn’t.

Or rather I really wish I had managed to cut them properly.  I somehow slightly misjudged the angle of one little clip.  Instead of cutting straight across the top, I had somehow managed to cut diagonally into the side of the toe.  For reasons unknown, this resulted in the underside of the nail becoming infected, and over the course of the next two days I saw the nail bed progress from healthy to burning red to a white hot patch.  Luckily, a few days later, things came to a head (literally and metaphorically), and some improvised minor surgery with a sterilised pin, plenty of Dettol and hot water, and, some questionable language later, the mess that was causing pressure underneath the nail oozed forth in a stream of puss.  The relief was great; although the smell wasn’t.

As I get older I keep thinking that running’s real gift is finding new ways to taunt me with dubious injuries.  It’s a generous gift too; it keeps on giving.  Only a couple of months before I’d broken a different toe without ever fully understanding how I’d managed to do it.  The resulting missed training was only slightly less frustrating than the fact that the only explanation I could give for the intense bruising of foot and blackness of mood was that, ‘I put my foot down on an uneven bit while running downhill’.  On saying this for the hundredth time (by way of accounting for my ungainly lumbering around at work), I got a glimpse of someone looking at me as if they thought I was vacant.  Or simply an idiot.  Either way, nothing reminds you more about the weird things that happen to your body as you approach a certain age than, well, the weird things that happen to your body as a consequence of running.

Mind you, I don’t need to be running.  When I started getting active again a few years ago I somehow managed inflict a bewildering injury upon my back while turning in my sleep.  This sort of decrepitude was simply unfathomable in my youth.  I approached my health and general wellbeing with the insouciance and diffidence that characterised my younger self.  Perhaps we all do.  The beauty of running is the comforting contradiction that it brings: we can rage against the dying of the light, but there is no guarantee that our bodies will always hold up.  But mostly they do.  And that is comforting.

Apart from my right calf.  That’s not comforting.  Unless you count the alarming regularity with which it starts to throb and nag away; then it’s only comforting in its predictability.  Just days after a track session it started to tighten again.  In a way, I’m pleased that it did.  Looking back over my Strava for the last year it is clear what causes it to complain.  It’s not running hard, or races, or marathons.  It’s the track.  There are two positives here.  The first is the fact that I have no desire or ambition to run or race on the track.  The second is that I don’t need to train on a track in order to make progress in the marathon.  The negative is the fact that the local track session on a Wednesday is brilliant.  It’s a great mix of people, speeds, talents and efforts.  It would be great to be able to do these and get something out of the sessions, but alas, it’s not to be.

There is another reason why I’m pleased that it throbbed.  It reminded me of the importance of setting a clear objective for the purpose of each session.  To be honest…I let this slip.  I’d planned for a fartlek session, which given that I was still on holiday, I could have done off-road and in the light.  This would have allowed me to run a bit quicker in a less structured way.  At this stage in marathon training it was precisely the session I needed to do.  There was a reason I had planned it.  Instead I mistakenly opted for the track; l ended up slipping my way through a session which, at this stage of marathon training, was inappropriate.  It wasn’t even a vaguely relevant session.  Result: aching right calf.  And, like the toenail incident, it meant not missed runs, but much shorter, easier ones.  Lesson well and truly learned.  It’s the last time it will happen.

Other than that this has been a productive few weeks.  As I write this on Tuesday 23 January I’ve run every day this month for a total of 152 miles.  I’m not going to obsess about the fact that I’d planned for around 35 more at this stage.  Pleasingly, yesterday’s run with the Burnden Road Runners marathon training group was a hilly 9.5 miles with the last 3 all under 7 minute miles.  To be close to marathon pace at the end of a hilly run (even if it was only 9.5 miles) is a nice little confidence boost.  But the real value of this month has been the timely reminder not to take any of this too seriously.   Yes, I want to make progress; yes, I want to fulfil my potential, particularly in the marathon; but perhaps most of all, I want to remember to wear my glasses the next time I cut my toenails.

Sixteen weeks to go…

Ok then…

Obviously, New Year’s Day lends itself to reflection and projection: learning what you can from the past and setting goals for the future.  Three weeks ago I wrote about my goal to break three hours at the Blackpool Marathon in April.  It’s now 16 weeks until marathon day, and with the Christmas break now over it is time to get focused on doing everything that I can to realise this ambition.

In the last three weeks I have: 

  • Run 92 miles, an average of just over 30 miles per week.  My intention for this period of time was to tick over through the Christmas period, and I feel that I’ve done this productively.  However, the next few weeks will see this average mileage increase steadily.
  • Placed first in a parkrun.  Admittedly it was against the smallest parkrun field that I’ve ever competed against!  But, it felt nice to come first in something.  The results are here.
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Chadderton Hall parkrun, 17/12/16 – First

02/01/17 – 08/01/17

The aim for the next week is to bookend the week with a couple of long steady runs.  Monday’s will be 12 miles at 8:40 minute miles and Sunday’s will be 13 at 8:30.  I’m going to complete a parkrun on Saturday and the target time for this is 20 minutes.  On Wednesday I’ll do a track session with the group that meets at Leverhulme.  Like last week, the emphasis will be on form rather than on flat out speed.  I don’t want to overreach myself, particularly in the early stages of the training.  All other running will be recovery runs/easy runs for a total of 50 miles.

Another aim for the week is to start to cross train.  I’m using body weight exercises and the emphasis is simply to become much stronger throughout the core.  These will be mixed with some stretching.  There will be some element of this each day.

Marcus Chester, Marcus Chester runner, Bolton parkrun, parkrun

Finally, nutrition.  I’m not adopting any formal plan for this, but I will be following some rules to ensure that I get onto the start in April feeling healthy and 28 pounds lighter.  The main rule is to completely cut all refined food.  As my weight has stabilised around 13 stones (down from 21), I have been less strict with the amount of refined food (particularly sugar) that I have consumed.  I’m not really happy with this, and I know that the effect of this are deleterious on both general wellbeing and performance.  A central plank of placing greater emphasis on nutrition will be through using the Nutribullet.  This really is a great way of making quality, nutritious drinks within a matter of minutes.

So, whatever challenge you are planning, I wish you well.  We can all #BeHappier.