Day 48–Following A Black Line

I wanted to try a new route for my long run this morning, so last night I went to Garmin Connect and went about plotting a route. After a couple of attempts I settled on a 22 mile course that took me southwest of Grantham utilising roads I’ve mostly not been on before.

This morning and after initially thinking I’d have to endure a 6:30am start it was decided the best way to utilise the day with work and stuff was for me to head out when the baby was having her morning nap. So at 11 and after two attempts to upload my course to the Garmin I headed out.

Within a few minutes of running it was apparent I was somewhat dehydrated, a nagging feeling of thirst that peaked around eight miles into the run before subsiding somewhat, only to return in the closing stages. Too late to return I carried on, legs pretty stiff for the first few miles, especially as the route was upwards for much of the first three miles.

Like yesterday it was a gloriously sunny day with only a few clouds in the sky. But also like yesterday it was windy – perhaps windier than yesterday and it was going to be a headwind for the opening half of the run. On rolling roads with the odd short sharp undulation it was a case of digging in as best I could as the wind battered me relentlessly on the exposed roads surrounded by farmland. At least the roads were quiet, the occasional car and groups of cyclists the only company.

At halfway I reached Sproxton and with a sharp left I was faced with a stiff climb and the stiff wind now blowing behind me. Once I hit the top of the hill I began to fly; the miles that were outside seven minutes in the first half of the run were now comfortably under seven minutes and edging closer to 06:30. After a couple of miles that were gently downhill the terrain became far more undulating, and on the Grantham Road – now deserted but showing all the signs of being a road of some significance, there were a couple of steep climbs that numbed the legs.

All the while I was religiously following the little black line on the Garmin, telling me exactly where I should be running and reminding me (All too frequently thanks to a little bug on the 910XT) that I was inches off course and then back on course. Another quirk of this flagship Garmin device is that when you are using the watch to guide you on a course, it is prone to infuriating delays in actually deciding which way you should be heading and even, on occasion, completely turning the device off whilst running. What makes this more galling is that the old faithful 305 had no problems with courses – a device that celebrates its tenth birthday next year and in some ways, like this, is superior to the best Garmin currently offers.

Moaning over, and I was running fairly well, with just the pelvis aching a bit and the top of the right foot aching where the tongue on the frees irritates (A shame as in every other respect these are my favourite trainers). At the end of the Grantham Road and when the Garmin finally refreshed itself to decide I should head straight over the main road and onto a dirt track which had signs quite clearly stating not suitable for motors. There was a certain irony then when on this mile long or so deeply pot holed track three cars passed me, the same number that had passed in the last seven miles.

Leaving the dirt track and I was on the road to Little Ponton, one I’m now very familiar with. I put the Garmin out of its misery and stopped the course mapping, which finally gave me a chance to look at the regular pages of data I have scrolling whilst running. It told me I was averaging 07:02 so I had a little work to do to achieve my target of breaking seven minute miling over the final four miles.

I was thirsty and tiring but the lure of the sub seven willed me on, made much easier once I was down the final steep hill (Which was really painful on the foot) and running through town. I came home having notched up 22.1 miles averaging 06:58 per mile. It meant I’d run 82 miles for the week, which is half a mile down on my record week set the week before Christmas last year. Not bad for one that I had intended to be a step down week.

Day 47–Blowin’ In The Wind

I was meant to be out of the door and running by 7:30 but when the alarm went off at 7am it was swiftly turned off and I was back under the covers – it was cold out there! And I was tired. Really tired.

I finally got out at 11am. I had been up for several hours mind you, just the first opportunity to run with the littlest one having a sleep and the other one watching CBeebies on the tablet whilst mum worked – I pointed out to her how implausible this would have been when I was a child, but it didn’t appear to register.

The run was a perfunctory affair – at least the skies were blue even if the cold stiff wind battered me at times to the point of literally being blown off course. It felt like I was eight minute miling for the eight or so mile I ran, it was pleasing therefore to see I was actually knocking out low seven minute miles.

Apart from the legs feeling a little lifeless and suggesting they needed a day’s rest (planned now for Monday) there was little sinister save for the right groin nagging away again. This seems to come and go as it pleases – hard to determine exactly where the issue is. All the while it doesn’t actually slow me I won’t fuss too much over it, but I know these things can change quickly.

Day 46 – 314 For 1

I was planning on making today a rest day – Friday has been my most frequent day off from running for some years now and with the final day of F1 testing in Jerez, the only chance I would have got to head out and run would be in the evening: a Friday night run is something I can count on the fingers on one hand I have done.

But the planned rest was planned before I realised yesterday I could break my mileage record for a calendar month. After yesterday’s effort I calculated I needed to run seven miles. As the day wore on I found myself less inclined to head out; the weather looked and sounded truly horrible – wet, windy, and, by all accounts, cold. I tried to talk myself out of it but in the end the lure of a PB of sorts proved too great and so it was, at 7:30pm, I left the comfort of my home to run seven long miles.

Once again this week I got lucky in that the icy cold rain had relented and all I was faced with was a stiff wind, which, although cold, was thankfully not the arctic blast I’d been hearing so much about on the TV weather forecast. the first couple of miles were a real trial – the legs were stiff, bits ached, and the mind was constantly asking why? why? as I struggled into the wind and up the first of two climbs.

Salvation came, not for the first time this week, from the Sansa Clip, who almost seemed to sense my mental frailty and chose  to play, once again, Kingdom of Rust by Doves. Despite my legs determination to not run easily, the song seemed to override the pins and before I knew it I was running 7:20 miles and getting quicker. It helped too that I’d literally turned a corner and the wind was a cross come tail wind that began to blow me ever quicker back towards home.

Heading up to Barrowby Gate, it was Strava’s turn to will me on as I knew there was a trophy to be had if I just upped the pace a touch along this hilly road. That tackled, the run was psychologically as good as done with just a mile and a half of downhill or flat running to tackle. Before I knew it I was home – seven and a half miles run, Best of all, I managed to make it indoors just as the heavens opened again.

I barely had time to shower before I was uploading my run to Fetcheveryone and Strava. Fetch was the most important, official confirmation of my mileage was up and there for all to see.

Official Confirmation314 miles – two more than March 2012 when I was training for the London Marathon that I was unable to run and then took part in the Shakespeare Marathon that wasn’t (That story is for another day, it took many months to come to terms with that one and it still winds me up just thinking about it…).

Hopefully this year my marathons go to plan. If they don’t well at least I have my Strava Gold Trophy for Barrowby Gate to treasure (although someone could easily beat that). January is done. All in all a very good month, as good as I could have hoped for, and well on track to, hopefully, Sub 2:45.

About The Runner

I’m Matthew Kingston-Lee, a thirty forty something runner who runs for and is the current Chairman of Grantham Running Club.

I’ve run pretty much all my life, and considered my self a runner ever since I finished second at my Reception Class School Sport’s Day sprint race.

I gave up sprinting as a teenager and became more interested in distance running. Since I ran my first half marathon back in 1996, I’ve raced, with various degrees of competitiveness, ever since – mostly on the road and, when forced to, over cross country. Some people in the F1 world may know me best as the runner who used to lap the circuit quite quickly, twice winner of the Runthattrack World Championship for F1 Paddock runners.

It was always my goal to break 3 hours for the half marathon. As I broke this some time ago it has, in recent years become my wish to break 2:45 for the marathon – the time required to qualify for the National Marathon Championships, held as part of the London Marathon. My best so far is 2:50, run at Taunton in 2011 2:46:38, run at Rotterdam in 2014, but I hope with, with a little bit of luck and a fair amount of hard work, to better that time this  next year and come somewhere under 2:44:59.

This blog is primarily to chart my training in my most serious and hopeful attempt yet at cracking this target time  is now a medium to highlight my sporting activities, and hopefully to chart my Sub 2:45. having achieved the goal of breaking 2:45 at the 2015 Chester Marathon, running 2:43:41.

I’m currently thinking up new things to target….

My Personal Bests

parkrun – 16:36  – Peterborough – June 2015

5km – 16:55 – Lincoln – July 2014

5 Miles – 27:53 – Nottingham – July 2014

10km – 34:10 – Long Bennington – June 2015

10 Miles – 57:20 – Peterborough – December 2013

Half Marathon – 1:14:47 – Witchford – September 2015

15 Miles – 1:28:40 – Folksworth – January 2014

30km – 1:52:38 – Stamford – February 2014

Marathon – 2:43:41 – Chester – October 2015.