You spin me right round baby

Practice Loops

Its November, Eddie Murphy run time when Sixmilebridge gets invaded by runners all hell bent on getting dizzy running around the same 1 Mile loop of the village. For the members of BMOH this is a normal experience as we use this circuit and the hill mostly for our Thursday night speed sessions. I hadn't been down in a while but as I had to pick up essentials for Friday and Saturdays Directors run’s, I decided to get the feel of the loop again. Session was 2 loops @ 5K pace. Coming to the end of my second loop, a car pulls along side, a wee Cavan girl is hanging out the window trying to hold a conversation with me. Believe me it was one traffic. Brenda O’Keeffe was the first of the lunatics to arrive in Sixmilebridge. Between now and Sunday evening a few more would drop by. Finished the session in 13:30. Happy enough not to be doing 26 at anywhere near this pace on Sunday.

Directors Runs

This year to accommodate Gerry Forde we ran the directors run on the 10 in 10 course as it would be madness to have him going around the village all day on open roads. It wasn't long before the early starters arrived. Brenda came filled in her registration form, I handed her a number, 100. The significance of this I at the time was totally unaware of. Soon all runners where on the course and the only issue this morning was a flood at of 6-8 inches deep and 50M long but was dealt with before the later starters got to it.

Saturdays race was to say the least a different experience. We had two participants miss turns and ended up getting lost. After finding both them and getting them back on the course the rest of the day passed without incident. We may need to invest in GPS tracking devices for runners next year. Once the day was over I was now free to run the race tomorrow. My 25th Marathon on home turf and I was really looking forward to this. I got home with ever intention of a quick 3 miles to clear the pipes and get an hour or two’s kip, but herself indoors was sick so that idea went out the window. Off to a gig and home by 3 AM herself still sick, finally she settled down and I got to sleep somewhere between 5 and 6.

Dalmatian Day

I woke a 9 with a sore throat dry lips and my own stomach doing flips. If it wasn't for the fact it was my 25th I would have smashed the alarm and gone back to sleep. I got up everything was ready from the night before logged on to Facebook for any updates on the Double, then saw that Don Hannon had let Brenda's cat out of the bag and that she was half way through her hundredth marathon. Got to the start just before the 30 miler start still not feeling great. Decided this was going to be a long slow burner with the objective of just finishing it. Eamon Dargan was present with his 100th Marathon Medal and Singlet just before the start. Pretty soon we where starting and I was with Eamon and Paul for the first few miles. Meet Brenda at the water station, I was scolding her about keeping her 100th quiet when she informed me I gave her the 100 number on Friday morning much to her amusement. Eamon had crowned this his Dalmatian Day Marathon but unfortunately it was not to be. He was struggling for his breathe on the hill the fifth time around and pulled up shortly afterwards. No doubt he will get to run the Dalmatian Day again. Paul had pulled ahead a bit and I was started to catch him but he was heading for pit stop when I caught him. I hooked up with Fozzy for a fast lap or two just to help clear the pipes. And boy did they clear I hope no poor unfortunate soul had to use that toilet for the day. Once I returned to the course I really felt good and started to run about 8 Minute pace very comfortably. Hit 10 Miles with 1:32 on the clock meaning I was on 4 hour pace. Didn't even bother to slow back down I was in a zone, it doesn't happen often but the faster I ran the more comfortable I felt. Passed half way 1:57 on the clock and just kept going passing runners along the way. Only Mick Curley Cunningham had passed me in that period.

The difference in a year

Running improvements are not things that happen overnight, but over a long period of time. Last year I was struggling at the tail of the race when my Friend Thomas passed me cruising at the start of his. Today I rounded the start finish and there was Thomas in the distance, but I was catching him fast. Thought to myself he must be really struggling. I caught him at the bottom of the hill and said Hi and bombed up the hill leaving him in my wake to the tune of “A whole lotta a rosie”. I don't know who was the more shocked him or me at the time. While Thomas appeared to be going slow he still knocked out a 7:05:11 for the double Marathon. This time would have been good enough to win any of the previous running's but again there was a faster runner ahead. Maybe next year he will get that elusive title.

One and One is Three

Doing sums while you are running and even going well just does not add up. Coming to the end of 20th lap, I looked at the clock 2:53:xx so to get home in sub 3:45 in needed to run 10K in 48 Minutes that's six 8 minute miles, so Lewis its Hammer Time. That's the silly conversation I had in my head the reality was 1) I had only 6 miles to go not 10K and 2) I had 51 Minutes to cover them. Lesson you cannot add and run at the same time. I set off for the next 2 laps at under 8 minute pace only to realise my error on the beginning of the third. I slowed up the pace but in doing so for some reason it was the first time today the wee hill was tough. I set about not letting it beat me and I was determined not to walk one inch of the course. Job done and got home in 3:44:02. My third fastest time ever and only my third time under 3:45 so all things considered I was extremely happy.

Medals

The one downer of the whole weekend was when Richie informed me on Friday night that there was an issue with the finishers medals, which would not be resolved in time for the event. This meant runners completing on Sunday would not receive their finishers medal on the day. With respect to everyone not one person was put out by it. I did not have that issue as I would receive my 25th Marathon Medal. On my arrival that morning I had one important job to do, ask Tom if he would do me the honour of presenting me with my 25th Marathon Medal. In my mind there never was going to be anyone else for this job. Tom has always be a source of support both as a mentor, friend and competitor in recent years and someone I always like to bounce ideas off every now and then. Tom did the honours and Derek Mackessy also picked up his 50th Medal. The bold Dennis however out did us all and got the cake.

You don't always get what you want

Build-up

Late last August Tom rang to tell me he was going to run the flattest Marathon in Ireland in Mid October in Charleville and have a crack at sub 3:21:20 the club auld man Marathon PB held by yours truly. Armed with this I put together a plan to maybe make a race of it. Unfortunately that plan never came about as I just trashed my legs in August. Feeling much better last week I did a 3 mile MP effort averaging 7:15 per mile which shocked me. Now I was thinking of having a crack if conditions on the day where favourable. What’s the worst that can happen is I crash and burn and hobble home. That all changed on Saturday morning, for the first time in 4 Years my Crohns / Proctitis flared up to an extent I contemplated not even running the race.

Race From Hell

On the morning of the race we get perfect running conditions but I know that racing is not going to happen as I am guaranteed a pit stop if not multiples. I wished Tom all the best and was sure barring a complete disaster he would nail sub 3:20. He ran 10 miles with me the week before at 8:20 pace like he was just out for a stroll. Of we set and I settled in with Valerie, Peter and Derek for the day as we rumbled along at 4:10 pace. As expected first pit stop came around 3 miles and I knew from this point today was going to be a long day. Caught up with the gang again only briefly as another jump the wall was required near 8 miles. This time I got rid of everything and I mean everything both ends, and was looking like a DNF when I got back to halfway. We met Tom coming back against us on target and looking good at 14.5 miles. Got to halfway but I was now feeling much better and for the first time felt I could eat something, scoffed my banana and some mini mars bars. Tom had gone through the Halfway mark in 1:41 pretty much on target. He had discussed this with me last week and the consensuses was to take the first mile easy and ease up to Marathon Pace over the second mile. Was going very well in the second half myself and the pace had picked up. Derek and Peter fell away so just Myself and Valerie until we caught up with Michael a recent MCI member. From here on things got ropey for me, I had no energy, starting to feel dizzy and I really had to concentrate on what I was doing. Now doubt my two companions noted my sudden lack of chat. We got to mile 23 which had a water station, I was hoping maybe there would be some coke but no such luck. Just about to look for a lift back when Valerie shouted back to me to come on its only 3 miles. So the runner in me did just that (us runners are not smart). Now I knew I couldn't hold the pace so I let them off in the distance and concentrated on getting home by doing what Thomas calls the Ultra shuffle. It doesn't look anything like running but at least you are going forward. Got to the finish spent and could only sit down. Got some Coke into me and I was grand again once it hit blood stream. Discovered later that Tom suffered the same fate, unable to take on Gel’s, coming home in 3:28 still a good time but missed his PB by 10 seconds.

Medals

There was however some consolation on the day for Tom as he received his 75th Marathon medal along with Mark Hillard getting his 25th Marathon award. Then the big shock as Tom presented his Father in Law Patsy O’Brien with his 25th Medal.


 

The Marathon

I have always said that this distance is both cruel and rewarding. When all the stars line up and you nail your time its the best feeling in the world. However one small issue on the day and all your work will yield no reward and sometimes a rather horrible experience. I felt gutted for Tom as he has really had put in the work and had nothing to show for it at the end of the day. I have no doubt he will break 3:20 so I am currently only keeping that PB warm for him.

3 in 3

No not days but weeks. I have not yet entered the madness of consecutive days but I am well on my way.

Its not Sixmilebridge

MCI decided to put on a Marathon in Clare that wasn’t in Sixmilebridge. This been a first I couldn't pass up the chance to run a Marathon in My native county. Patrick and Thresa where the race directors and when I saw the original course map I knew it would involve a pretty tough climb out of Ennistymon on the way to Liscannor. We found out on the morning that even though the course was 3 laps we would have to negotiate the climb for a fourth time to make the distance. Day was the usual low key MCI event which is great as their is always plenty of banter and crack before and after. A tough course but my intention was to take it easy. Missed the start and ended up at the rear of the field for the first few miles until we got to the Prom in Lehinch. Had the support from Lisa and Kate from the club who stuck around after the club run in that morning. Shortly after leaving here the usual badly timed bowel movement had me looking for a suitable spot. Unfortunately none where available so I upped the pace to finish the first lap to get a pit stop in. This left me on my own until I again caught up with Jimmy and Ann, some great yarns from Jimmy making the miles fly by but unfortunately I had to kick on again as the pace wasn't keeping me warm enough. I had decided in my ultimate wisdom just to wear my club singlet with no under layer. By lap three the old nipples where complaining so I just picked it up to get home. Finished on 4:11:39 and had a look at Tom’s time. 3:41, if he keeps himself injury free he will most likely smash his PB (and my PB) in October. As per usual the race was well organised as you would expect, course was hard but accurate. Went for a swim with all the surfers later, salt water and nipples do not agree.

AcHILL

When ever Tom rings you and opens with that line “Hey Ger” it is normal to thread with caution. He needed someone to fill his big boots in Achill as 4 Hour Pacer. As I was going I was most likely top of his list. So after a couple of minutes thinking “do I really need a 4 Hour Marathon in my legs” I decided to go for it. My thinking was I would have no one around me for the last few miles and I could let go the balloon if needed. I decided I had better look at the course profile after some comments re the course on boards, The best way to describe it would be rolling Mountains with spectacular scenic views. I also hadn't realised how far away Achill is from anywhere, so I decided best to go up the night before given it was going to be a 3 hour drive in the morning.

The old nipples where still a bit tender from last weeks endeavours but the sun was out this week which would make wearing underlay hot and sweaty. I went with the hot and sweaty option much preferable to running around looking like someone just shot me twice. Pretty soon we where lining up and everyone deciding to line up behind the person with the balloon. Having evaluated the course profile I reckoned that I would need 3-4 minutes on a bank each time before hitting the hard section from Mile 6 to 10 on each lap. This meant the pace of the first few miles was 8:15 to 8:30 pace. Some of those around me noted this so I explained the reason for it. First lap ended and I had a minute in the bank with the group pretty much still together. However the pace increase again at the start of the second lap splintered the group and the only runner with me was Valdimir looking to break 6 Hours for the Ultra. He stayed with me until the top of the last climb before kicking on for home. Passed Bonnie on the last mile, she was suffering but still smiling and stuck with me to get under 4. I crossed in 3:58:49 a bit ahead but its a very hard course to pace. Some courses are for PB’s but Achill is for beauty and testing your resolve. There is now way I would have ran another lap for the Ultra.

Afterwards Brenda picked up the MCI clubs first 75th Marathon medal. She only ran her 50th in Connemara, this time I was here for the presentation but no one made a cake.

Yippy its Dry

Last time I ran in Craughwell we got a miserable day but today was dry but still having tender nipples I wore the under layer. I had decided to do 3-4 laps (3.27 Miles) at Marathon effort just to see what kind of shape I am in. Whether the fourth one happened was going to be down to how the legs felt. I didn't want to trash them just to get the job done. A bit of a disaster for the first one just went too quick (24:08) 2nd (25:18) and 3rd (25:07) where okay but the last one half way through I was suffering with the old legs so I backed off slightly and finished it (25:42). The last 2 laps of the race where a walk fest very similar to Portumna 1:07 for the final 11K. I wasn't alone Ruthann who would normal lap me was struggling along as well. Made me realise there will be some bad days ahead in my journey towards 50.
Back to the start/finish at last in 3:53:05 pretty respectable given how I finished. Plenty of nice homemade goodies, chat and banter. I somehow managed to escape the Ice Bucket Challenge before the presentations to Val (50th), Rita (25th), Jude (25th) and Kathleen Cheshire of DBRC getting her 100th Marathon Medal

Aeolus and the Hyades

Marathon 13 unlucky for some

Last year in Sixmilebridge I learnt a lesson that stood me well when setting off for Craughwell to run Marathon Number 13. No matter how nice the morning, plan for all eventualities. Looking out from the community hall in Craughwell at the wind and rain, I was glad I had packed a decent jacket and spare dry runners, socks, under armour and my Santie Present (Compression Calf Sleeves) which I robbed from under the tree that morning. I was contemplating not using the Jacket until the halfway mark but wisely I changed my mind. There was a large group of people for this race, which included a half marathon and 5K run for Craughwell AC fit for life group. Val gave the pre race briefing before going to the start to get wet. Course consisted of 8 Laps so the plan for this was to run it around 4:05 pace and do the last lap at marathon effort. We set off and pretty quickly the field spread out nicely. I took it very easy on the first few miles. We had the wind and rain at our backs for most of the first half of the lap and the stretch up through the town. The section into the wind and rain was slightly uphill and extremely tough going. Got through the first lap in exactly 30 Minutes so again I was going relatively easy at 4 Hour Pace, ditto again for the second lap. Finally got into a group halfway through the third lap which made running into the wind and rain a little easier. Frank from EOI was in this group so time ticked on for next couple of laps. Some ladies also noted my nice new white socks and that I would have difficulty in keeping them clean. Had planned on changing at the halfway point but it was so bad I would only be dry for one or two miles so didn't bother.

Water Station 

The Start/Finish had a water station and it was every bit a water station in every sense of the word. You would need a canoe to navigate it. On lap five the going was getting tough in that we lost about a minute and a half. The group split up here so I hit away and made back some time. Crossed lap six in just under the 3 Hour mark. The last two laps saw the weather get worse and I started my Marathon Pace effort a mile earlier just to get in out of it. Finished in 3:54:34 with the last 4 or so miles done at 8:05 per mile. Not the pace I would like it to be but in those conditions I was happy that I was able to grind them out. Afterwards the spread of food was brillant with every variety of niceties to fill and warm the soul. Plenty of good auld banter afterwards once everyone got in and was dry. Val presented Brenda Francis with her Bronze Medal for completing her 25th Marathon. A special word of thanks to the Marshall's and volunteers who looked after us so well on the course, especially in the conditions that we got on the day. All that was left for me to do was wash my Santie present and get it back under the tree without herself indoors noticing!!

Some shorter stuff

With it being about 9 weeks out from Seville I have been concentrating on higher tempo shorter stuff for a bit just to sharpen myself up. Unfortunately the weather has not been playing ball and its very hard to judge paces with the recent spell of wind and rain. This is especially harder when trying to do intervals when the wind tends to gust up to 100KMH. Sometimes it felt like Aeolus himself would wait until I was running into him on the lap when he would unleash his vengeance. So trying to do these to exact pace was going to be nigh on impossible so I paced them as best I could on effort. One type of run I have been playing with which is tough but may well help me toward the later end of a marathon is 400m @ 10K paced followed by 800m @ Marathon Pace with no recovery/rest between sets. I have got this up to 8 sets before Marathon Pace starts to feel like 10K pace.
Had planned to run my first every 5 miler and had set-up the week to try and do it justice, however the weather again intervened this time in the shape of a frosty St Stephens Morning, which meant the cancellation of the race. Still went to Cratloe woods for a workout with some others from the club. What I learnt from this is I need to work on my hills. Did a 600 and I flew off on the downhill section but the lads chewed me up again once we hit the incline. Going to concentrate on more of this shortened stuff for the first month of the new year in an effort to get some speed into the legs. Will keep the long runs to between 2 and 2:30 as having completed 7 Marathons since June has given me a good base on which to build on.