Friday, 28 October 2011

Food!

Have decided to adopt vegetarianism or, to be more precise (and lenient), pescetarianism. Partially down to animal welfare concerns but mostly for health. There is much evidence (both researched and anecdotal) to support its case and the lack thereof, but I’m convinced.

You won’t see me eating veggie burgers or ‘Fakon’ as I don’t think not eating meat is about substituting it. I’ve always scorned vegetarians who follow that trend (I mean, if you want a sausage, have a sausage for goodness sake) so it would be hypocritical of me to do so ... and have you tasted that shit?!

You also won’t see me actively promoting its cause over that of the non-believers either, each to his own as far as I’m concerned as long as it doesn’t impact me.


Other stuff
Had another decent run out in the bush on Wednesday, mapping a new course for Wild Horse which is now hopefully finalised and I've submitted maps to Forest Plantations Queensland (FPQ) for approval. With a little luck there’ll be no hassles.

Next up, Rainbow Beach on November 13th.  Looks like being a tough but scenic event.  Sadly, it doesn't look like getting the support that will warrant its continuation.  Shame.  Either way, it should set me up for a couple of hard weeks followed by a good taper into Kurrawa to Duranbah and also give us something to do with the kids for the weekend.

Tuesday, 25 October 2011

All over for another four years ...

Well, now that the excitement (disappointment, despair?) of the World Cup is over, probably time to get back to training properly.


I was pretty beat up after the Bribie Beach marathon – events having caught up with me I think. I’ve had a subsequent three weeks of low km’s with a few shorter, intense workouts thrown in, culminating in a very chilled weekend away in Byron Bay. I’ve still managed to get out every day but only in a token manner so it’s now time to switch on.

Ran a PB over a 13 km loop through the bush yesterday, though I have only ever ran it twice before and the last time was around three years ago so it’s no real guide but it was a strong run at 1:02:30

I’m trying to get my head around running ‘long’ during the week. Not pointless ultra runner long mind you (I think I’ve proven that you don’t need 150 km weeks to run a good hundred miler, nor more than a few 100 km weeks for that matter), but decent 20 km runs at decent tempo.

Focus now is to get quick again and get a couple more base building cycles in from the beginning of 2012 and hit that 3 hour mark at the Gold Coast next July. Finishing this streak will help as my training will become more structured ... 99 days to go (not including this evening’s effort which the blog has already counted).

Still have a little niggle with my hip :O(

Friday, 14 October 2011

Dere 'mlaen Cymry!!

Still heavy legged and lacking enthusiasm. Probably the 100 miler at Glasshouse (only 5 weeks ago but seems a lifetime past) catching up with me as well as the 40 km with Glen backed up by the marathon at Bribie.


On the other hand, it may be the 256 days straight training I’ve done!!

More of a worry is the soreness in my hip. What was just a niggle (brought about by favouring my right side to protect the now infamous ‘toe injury’) seems now to be a hindrance. I’ve noticed that I’m also sitting ‘wonkily’ at my desk.

Not sure what to do about it yet. Probably just keep training and take it easy for a while.

Maybe ...

Anyway, more importantly, Wales have somehow managed to make it to the World Cup semi-finals and will hopefully take out France on Saturday and reach the first finals. Hopefully ...

Funniest moment of the week?  Catching a picture of Barry John wearing his 'C'mon Wales' campaign wristband.  Jesus he's a disgrace.  He's so fat his podgy little hands can barely get through the wristband ... and it's elasitcated!

Thursday, 6 October 2011

RIP Steve Jobs

It’s never an easy week after a marathon, any marathon, and this has been no exception.

I went for a light 5 km on Monday night and pushed hard for 8 km at lunchtime on Tuesday. After some repeats with Donna last night I was so heavy legged I nearly bailed this lunchtime. Instead, another 8 km along Nudgee Golf Course at a very sedate and sore 5½ minutes per km.

This of course, is all put into perspective by the sad passing of Steve Jobs. What’s even ‘sadder’ is the stupid bimbo telling one of our customers about it over the phone today,

“You know? The guy who invented the iPhone?”

On another note, why the f@ck is it that people take ‘disposable’ to mean ‘chuck it anywhere you like on the side of the road’?!! Out running at lunchtime I passed at least 4 soiled nappies that had been bound (none too well) and thrown from passing cars.

People ... the scourge of what was our society.

Sunday, 2 October 2011

Bribie ...

Very different sort of marathon this.

No real expectations here other than I should finish under 3 hours.  For the first time since I can remember, I took part in an event with a regular stopwatch so it was a little different having to actually work out splits for myself.

I didn't expect to be able to finish without some walking with Glasshouse only 3 weeks ago and 40 km in my legs from Glen's adventure on Monday, but I figured I'd go decently until the 30 km mark.  That's pretty much how it went.  Got to the turn well in about 1:50 and made my way back.  There was a little carnage on display from the longer 46 km 'ultra' but other than that, nothing special.

I was looking for the 10½ km (outward) marker and when I found it, I had about 2:48 on the clock but was starting to fade.  This marker coincided with the surf meeting some soft sand which really put the mockers on things.  After a about 5 km I was back on an firm surface with a decent camber and, having had the last of any strngth sapped from my legs by the softer stuff, the last stretch was a bit of a trudge.

When I finished (in an acceptable at this point 4:13, my legs were shot to the point where I couldn't be bothered to walk the 100 metres  back to the beach to have a swim (which had been my plan as I was on my death march home).

All good, very satisfying to be spent.  Can't remember the last time my legs were like this.