A game of two halves plus extra time

Sunday 28th February.

The alarm went off at 5am and I got straight up. I was meeting my friends for our weekly Sunday long slow run. This week we were running the last half marathon of the 40 mile Keswick to Barrow walk that 2 of the lads are running in May. Joanne had a really bad night sleep again and I heard her get up at 3am as she kept keeping me awake. She came back to bed just before I rose.
After an espresso I got dressed and headed out into the cold. I was freezing in my shorts and the cars heater blew cold air on me for half of the journey. We were meeting at the end of our run and getting a lift up to Lowick 13 miles away. Phil was there in his car and he had kindly (and stupidly) offered us a lift at 6am on a cold Sunday morning. It was a really nice thing for him to do and it saved us having to drive back to the start to get cars.
After the glorious run I returned home and showered. I decided we were going out as a family today, the sun was shining for once and it would do us all the world of good. Oliver kicked off straight away and got undressed twice after I had dressed him, he just didnt want to go out! I did and after some coersion and bribery I managed to change his mind.

We decided on a trip to Morecambe, only about 50 mins away, its a small seaside town with a Sunday Market, chip shops and arcades. Weve been before with Oliver and its not too overpowering for him like Blackpool is. Or so we thought. The journey took nearly 90 mins as there was road works and Sunday  idiot drivers, so  Oliver was already wound up. We pulled up at a car park and he shouted it was too busy and noisy. I switched off the engine to show him how quiet it was but his mind was made up. I managed to get him out of the car and walk 100 yards before returning to the car after a nightmare wait in the fish shop.

 An alternative of KFC was round the corner and I couldn't see a way to get to it by car. So after a nip across a road and a purchase of food, we realized they hadn't put the drinks in the bag and I had to go back! Oliver went mad and it was turning into one of those days. We made our way to the park to eat a quiet lunch but there was a bloody crash on the main road so by the time we reached the park our lunch was cold.

More kicking off ensued and we managed to calm him down and took him into the play area. He enjoyed it for about 30 minutes before climbing to the top of a platform and freezing, not being able to get down the rope he had been half pushed up by me. I had to go to the top and virtually pull him down. He went totally mad a minute later having a full meltdown in the park. I had to restrain him and he tried to bite me several times.

The whole park of parents looked on with that look I always get! It feels like they think Im a bad parent with a naughty child and it pisses me off! I got him moving and eventually got him and Joanne to a bench. After he had calmed down he got really upset and told me I should have listened to him at the start of the day, that he didnt want to go out. I actually had to agree with him. What should have been a short, pleasurable day out turned into a hellish nightmare. Joanne was really bad in the car and Oliver was upset. I was stressed to hell and really down. What a wonderful day!

I got us home in one piece and Joanne went to bed for a rest (travelling knocks her for 6) and Oliver went for a chill out. The house was an absolute tip, especially the kitchen, as Id been at work last night and rushed around this morning. I really, badly wanted to sit down, my legs were knackered and my brain was shot but I couldn't leave it and set to the tasks at hand.

My mobile phone rang and it was the tour manager from tonight's show at work. He couldn't get hold of the venue (it happens our phone lines had gone off for some reason with our supplier) and he was waiting outside. I quickly got ready, checked on Oliver and Jo then sped down to work to let them in. I sorted out the problem and got home an hour later, got back into my jobs, made tea and put Oliver in the bath. After I put him to bed, my calves, ankles and legs were in some dire need of attention so I watched last nights MOTD whilst inflicting some pain with a massage ball and a foam roller. It really hurt but it definitely loosened all the fascia, tendons and muscles in my lower legs.  I limped up to bed after a bizarre, upsetting and tiring day. Definitely a game of two haves +ET.


Running 13.23 miles / 2hrs 4min / 9.26 min miles / 1003 ft gain

We set out as dawn along the last 13 miles of the Keswick to Barrow route. The sun was rising behind us and washed the sky with a violet pallette as we ran towards home. We all had a really good catch up and a real laugh as we ran together and even stopped for a few running selfies. It was a great way to take my mind off the run as my legs were sore after yesterdays Parkrun. The time passed really quickly and it was a good run, with good friends on tired legs. The route took us up and over the moors with over 1000ft of ascent. We all finished the run, stretched out and headed our separate ways.

Food Diary
Run - Banana Oat Bar, 1x SIS gel
Post run breakfast - Blueberry GF pancakes left from yesterday.

Lunch
Half a cold zinger burger from KFC and about 6 fries (bloody horrible and I didnt even think about the Gluten in the soggy bun - its a good job Im not intolerant)

Dinner
Homemade Red Thai Chicken Curry with Brown Rice

Glass of Red wine that I seriously earned today!

From out of Darkness

Saturday 27th February

Yesterday had been a hard day and had left me exhausted and very down at the end of the day. I laid with Oliver until he was fast asleep and went to bed myself. I set my alarm for 7:30am as I wanted to try Parkrun again. I hadnt run it for ages and the course has changed because of flooding. Oliver and I got up and after breakfast I took him to my mums and left Joanne in bed. Oliver was much happier this morning and we chatted before I left, "try and get first place Daddy" he said, "I will try for you" I replied. 

I got to the park in plenty of time and had a gentle warm up and a quick recce of the new diversion. After a great parkrun I came home and spotted Olivers Scotch pancakes and really wanted some. As Im cutting out Gluten I decided to make my own with rice flour. They were amazing! I put some washing on and tidied up for the rest of the morning and Oliver came home at lunch time. After lunch I had a hot bath before work tonight. I'm going running with the boys again in the morning so its an early start tomorrow!

Running: 3.15 miles / 19:04 min / Barrow Parkrun Position 1st! (woo Hoo)

I arrived at Barrow park and I was actually a bit nervous. Id had a bit of banter on social media with my running buddies as Id posted a 19:05 5k earlier in the week, so I was feeling a bit of pressure (totally self inflicted) to deliver a good performance. I had a warm up around the diverted section, the usual route goes past the park lake but after all the rain it is totally flooded and the path is under water. The shorter diversion means instead of a 2 1/2 circuits of the park it was now 3 and a half with some cheeky little hills added in for extra value. 

I met up with a couple of friends, Alastair and Garry and we chatted in the morning sun. After the briefing we made our way to the start line and I lined up on the front row. The great thing about Parkrun is that you never know who will be running it. Sometimes there can be elites knocking in 15mins and the next week the winning time is 21 mins. 

The gun went and I strode out behind one of the junior runners. I think he must be 13 or 14 and an exceptional runner already at that tender age. I ran along side him, both of us pushing the pace and leading the pack. I asked him what his normal time was and he said around 19.30min. I decided this would be a good pace and kept with him for a lap. On the second lap he slowed at a hill and I pushed on into first place. If we had ran together all the way I had already decided to push him hard and step back to let him have the win at the line. Its so good not just to see the future of the sport but compete against them is amazing. But he slowed (i found out after his shoelace had come undone - rookies!) and I drove deeper into my reserves. 

Out front by myself, I came around for another lap and I was glad Id done a quick recce earlier as the paths intertwined and rose up and down. I started to breath heavily and my pace dropped slightly. I turned my thoughts back to yesterday, to the stress and anger and frustration, using the negative feelings as fuel, stoking my engine and burning them away. My frame lifted and I strode on pushing harder and harder. I passed the last lap marker and the race bell went in my head (you know the ones they have on athletics tracks when its the final lap), driving me further. 

I was audibly gasping for breath, my heart pounding and my lungs on fire as I reached the last section. Come on Lee I said , its yours to lose now! I passed lots of back or the pack runners (no offence meant by that, anyone who gets up and exercises has my total respect. Always remember no matter how fast or slow you go on, your lapping everyone sat at home on the couch) the way in and sprinted for the finish, totally spending all of my fuel. I dropped over the finish line exhausted but feeling bloody awesome. What a good run and an unexpected return to form. Its going to do wonders for my confidence and my fitness in the coming months.

 I went and grabbed my phone and a water from my jacket then made my way back to the finish to cheer the lads in and show my appreciation to the marshals who always do a great job. I managed to take a couple of pictures and grabbed a picture with the boys at the end. I stretched out and made my way home.

Running Buddies - Alastair, Me and Garry

Food Diary

Post run breakfast -

 GF pancakes topped with maple syrup and blueberries 

(I pimped a standard pancake recipe) : 200g Rice Flour, 150ml Coconut water, 150ml of skimmed milk, 50g ground almonds, 1 tsp baking powder, 2 eggs. Mix it all together and drop a blob into a hot pan with oil.

Rice Flour and almond pancakes with blueberries and maple syrup

Lunch 

Tesco GF Ham Hock Crispbake with mushroom risotto (from last night) and an avocado salad.

Dinner

Not sure yet, I will get it after work tonight!

Having a tough time

Friday 26th February

It all started last night. Firstly Oliver was very upset, scared and anxious about his swimming lesson at school today. Hes been doing so well lately at swimming. We couldn't get him anywhere near the leisure centre as it was far too noisy for him, we even got him some special ear plugs and a headband to cut out the noise. School really wanted him to try. Hes been going this term and has progressed well, however the last lesson before half term, the boys had become very rowdy in the changing rooms and created too much noise for Oliver. I think he was worried about this and started to get very upset about going.

Some experts say that people with Autism experience sensory input differently from non autistics. It seems their sensory systems are wired up differently and can become overloaded very quickly by either loud noises, too much sensory information coming in or even seeing certain colours can create pain. So swimming baths can be terrifying places with all the shouting, splashing, temperature changes, hearing changes in and out of the water, echoing and all round recklessness that water seems to produce from humans. Its no wonder that Oliver doesnt look forward to his sessions!

It took us a few hours late into the night to get him settled and off to sleep, then I went to bed but Joanne was restless and was sporadically awake throughout the night. I was knackered when I got up, a bit down and if I'm honest a bit pissed off at being kept awake. I motivated myself to get my lunch ready but Oliver wasn't happy. As the time marched round to getting him ready for school he began getting upset. It was really hard seeing him so upset but he has to go to school. I managed to get him ready (it was non uniform day too so that probably upset his routine as well!). He wouldn't go out of the door and I had to force him out and into the car. It was totally heartbreaking and I felt so bad at making him do something he didn't want to.
 (Its not cruelty or anything doing this, he has to go to school, we all know that, and both us and school really want him to try swimming. He can do it and once hes in the water he enjoys it, its just getting him there. School also have a get out clause for him, so if it gets too much his TA will take him in the cafe to watch instead of swim)

I drove him to school and went into the playground with him clinging to me. We said we would speak to his teachers so I stayed with Oliver while Joanne went into school. I had a really bad feeling about today and I preyed he wasnt going to hit someone or worse. His TA came out to get him when it was time to go in and he reluctantly went in.
Joanne and I were both on the verge of tears as we walked away form school. It was heartbreaking, stressful and I felt like such a horrible dad for leaving him. His school were going to look out for him today and wouldn't push him too hard at the swimming lesson, they were trying really hard. I reached work 10 mins late and felt sick right down in the pit of my stomach. I was so unhappy and down and felt unbelievably guilty, it was hell.

I told one of my work colleagues why I was a bit late and explained the situation. Im so lucky to have a great, understanding boss and work colleagues or I really would be in the shit some days! Today had been one of the rare days when I could understand how people walk away from situations like this. Its a horrible, selfish thing to think but that's what it was like today. My wife is in constant agony and my son is going through hell. Its enough to make you mad. If I was a lesser person I could have kept walking this morning and kept going, not looking back, starting a new life. But I am NOT that person, I love my family with every ounce of my being and would never walk out on them. They need me as much as I need them. (I feel so ridden with guilt writing like this, but its the truth).

I tired to bury the stress and the thought of Oliver to the back of my mind and got some work done. But was really worried all day and didn't eat much of my lunch. I phoned home about 4pm and Joanne told me he'd had a really bad day at the leisure centre. He totally flipped and had to be restrained to stop himself from injuring himself or others. It all proved too much for him and he had to go back to school. He had calmed down back at school and he was very remorseful about his outburst.

Autistic people often have uncontrolled outbursts or Meltdowns and feel very bad about themselves afterwards. It was a classic Autistic Meltdown at the leisure centre and the school had been hit by it today. After a chat with the school today we are going to get the Autistic specialist to school again to discuss Oliver anxiety. The specialist is really nice and weve had some good results from working with him in the past. Lets hope that can continue.

Anyway, Oliver was at home and relaxed, playing minecraft in his bedroom. I on the other hand was in bits at work. I had to hold it all in as I always do, struggling to keep my feelings form bubbling up to the surface. (I think thats why this blog helps. I dont care if anyone reads it (thank you if you do!), its just a really good outlet for me, letting me express my thoughts and feelings that would be normally locked away and left to fester!).

I tidied my desk and left for the walk home. I stuck my Ipod on loud to drown out my thoughts and marched towards Walney. The sun was setting right in front of me and I watched it descend towards the horizon as I got nearer to home. I walked down by the dock museum on the channel and the sea air and amazing sunset lifted my mood slightly. I took a couple of pictures as it was too good to miss the opportunity and I eventually got home.

Walney Channel Sunset

Looking out to the Irish Sea

At home Joanne looked every bit as bad as I did and we talked about today. She had been poorly all day and felt really sick, probably from the amount of morphine shes been taking. We hugged each other but only briefly and  lightly as she was in a lot of pain.  I went to make tea but Joanne only wanted some dry crackers. My mind wouldn't let me give in though and I managed to knock up a healthy tea for myself. It so important to me to eat well and look after myself. It could seem a bit selfish but if I'm not well or fit enough to care...who will?

Oliver had chilled completely out and I just gave him a big hug. I didn't want to upset him by talking about his day, so we played a little after tea and I got more cuddles. We are really lucky with that side of Oliver. Many Autistic people cannot bear any form of physical contact - now that would really break me if that ever happened!

After my dinner I tidied up, sorted out the days jobs and when I put the rubbish bag in the garage the punch bag was just hanging there. I put the rubbish in the bin and set about the punch bag. I saw red and pummeled the inanimate object. It suddenly became all the stresses in my life, Olivers Autism, Joannes Illnesses, the constant tiredness and all the other things that surround me and pile up.

I punched and punched, harder and faster, pounding the bag with a rage from deep within me. after a minute or so I got a flash or something red on my hand. I thought I had cut myself but it was just my knuckles, sore and glowing red. I stopped and caught my breath, I really should use my boxing gloves next time im angry!!!! Even though my hands were sore a bit of the stress had gone. I came back in and sat down to write this.

 Its a rest day today so Im not even running it out, perhaps I should keep some of the rage bottled up for Parkrun in the morning. It could be a pb (not likely)!! Its been a bad day, but hopefully its over for today.

NB:For only the second time since writing this blog, Ive thought about deleting everything above. I haven't though, this is my life and it can be hard and it can be shit at times. But we get through by sticking together and a lot of love. I'm ok now and I'm gonna have a chill tonight, I might even get the Xbox out!! 

Food Diary:

Breakfast :
Nutribullet - Spinach, Avocado, Pineapple, celery, coconut water, blueberries, kiwi

Lunch:
Mackerel and beetroot salad with Quinoa

Dinner:
Pan fried Pork steak with Mushroom risotto, spinach, sugar snap peas and baby corn, oh and a blob of apple sauce!

Snacks
Nuts, Seeds, Banana, Apple, cherry flapjack

Drinks
Coffee, bottled water and Im so glad there is no alcohol in the house!

Your avin a Giraffe!

Thursday 25th February

I was off work today as Im working Saturday night this week. Its been a quiet day really, I did the housework and went for a run before lunch then went to get some craft supplies to make Olivers homework. Joannes been in bed for most of the afternoon in pain. After a quick trip to the Range, I picked Oliver up from school and together we made a Giraffe head mask for World Book Day next week.

Working Hard and having fun! Watch out mate thats hot!

We had a laugh making it and he did really well considering its quite hard to keep him focused on something for long.

"Gerald" from the book,Giraffes Cant Dance. Didn't Oliver do well!

Later on he wanted to start his other homework for Geography, making a house from and Indian village. We built a little hut out of bamboo and raffia for his project. We both enjoyed making them although he did get his finger burnt on the hot glue gun! (he was fine)

Running 9.18 miles / 8:41 min miles / 1 hr 19 min

My calves, especially my right one were really stiff, rock solid and sore today. I think its from changing shoes to do speed work in yesterday. My trail and road shoes have different heel to toe drops in them and can make a difference over a few miles, making my calves ache. I set off and just sat back and let my body drive me along, running to feel and not worrying about pace.

I started to warm up a bit as I came up to the trails on North Walney and made my way around the usual paths. When Id reached the half way point, I sat on top of the largest sand dune and took in the incredible view. Like Tuesday, the sky was so clear and crisp that I could see for miles. To my right, out to the west laid the Isle of Man, breaching the horizon like a mighty leviathan waiting to strike. Swinging around to the north was Black Combe only a few miles away in Millom. It lies right on the edge of the Western Lake district and I followed its skyline around to the east, taking in all the mountains and fells of the lake district.

They seemed so sharp in my vision, the faded palette of green grass, amber and brown heaths and the pristine white, snow topped mountains filled me with awe. I really cant remember a time when I've been able to see so far and so clearly.

I turned around and made my way back through the very sharp sea grass on the tops of the dunes and my legs became pin cushions for the needle like blades of grass.

Mini puncture wounds, I felt a bit of a prick!

 It was then along the coast to Biggar Bank, keeping my pace steady but feeling light. I got home and had a really deep stretch outside and a homemade chocolate protein shake. It was a great run but after just shy of 50 miles ran since Sunday, Im ready for my rest day tomorrow.

Food Diary

Breakfast:
Natural live yoghurt topped with granola

Post run
Nutribullet Chocolate Protein Shake : Chocolate Milk, Avocado, coconut milk, natural yoghurt, chia seeds

Lovely!

Lunch
Warm Chicken salad with Quinoa and Avocado

Chicken Salad

Dinner
Minced Beef Tacos with side salad

Beef Tacos

Snacks
Rice crackers with humous

Push it..push it real good!

Wednesday 24th February

I was at work early for a conference today so I got up an set off walking. It was alovely fresh morning and the sun was starting its slow arc into the sky. The light shone beautifully across the channel as I crossed the bridge and silhouetted the industrial landscape to create a great photo opportunity:

View from Walney across the channel.

Joanne had a really broken nights sleep so her Mum was taking Oliver to school today so I didn't have to worry about that. The conference went really well and I had a busy day at work. I finished about 4pm and walked home. All the while, I was working out my plan for tonight's run. Abigail, Oliver's carer has him every Wednesday until 6.30pm so I could get out guilt free and not have to worry. I checked on Joanne, got changed and set out for some much needed speed work.

 I find speed work is such an important part of my training. it gets me used to the pain of running. Its not a cut or bruised sort of pain (well it depends where you run!) its the pain of exhaustion and pushing every part of your body until it is screaming at you to stop. Its bloody great! I feel its like therapy for me sometimes, letting me express my inner feelings. If I've had a bad day and I'm angry or upset its a brilliant outlet. Pure, visceral and exhilarating.

Its not that I'm not a masochist or anything, well actually maybe I am when it comes to running. I find it a very addictive sensation to fight my body and push it over and over again, reaching deep inside my will to squeeze everything out. Once the adrenaline kicks in, its like a drug through my veins pumping me full of power and em...fury. Yes fury's a good word for it as I seem to attack these runs like a man possessed. Perhaps that's why I can run fast (ish), Fast distance running is partly about shutting out the pain. As you get faster, the pain doesn't get any less or easier, you just get used to it.

After my run I did some core strength work and made tea just as Oliver came in. I played with him for a while after tea and after he went to bed I sat and wrote this blog :)

Running: 1 mile slow warm up / 3.1 miles (5k) 19:04 mins / 6.08 min miles / 2.89 mile warm down jog
After a slow meander down to the prom, I set my garmin and took off. I wasnt sure how this run was going to be, Id ran a 21 min 5k  the other day so I thought Id push for a 20 min 5k. I really wanted a benchmark pace to work from so I could do some speed work from in the next few weeks.

I glanced at my watch after a minute of running, I was moving at 5:40 min per mile pace and way too quick. I consciously slowed my body down to just over 6 min mile pace and relaxed into the fast pace. I started to breath hard after about 3/4 mile as my heart rate started to max out. It was great, feeling like this again, I love to push myself to my absolute extreme and then keep going. I concentrated on my breathing and slowed it down, keeping my cadence high with a good knee lift to give me pace. I looked straight ahead, picked a point in front of me and kept pushing. Mile 1 beeped 6:16 min. Good, i thought lets keep pushing it. I felt my body lift and I accelerated again, my body started it usual grumbling but I completely shut it out, ignoring its shouts. I came down the lane, breathing heavily but in full control.

My 5k route takes me onto the beach path and there is a half mile of off road to take into consideration. I hit the sandy path at full whack waiting for mile 2 to beep its arrival, it didn't come and I realized I cant have heard it. My Ipod was on with some beat heavy tunes on, pulsating in my head, helping my mind to forget about the pain. 13 minutes had gone and just over 2 miles distance covered. I dug deep into my resolve and sped on, I started to tire but hung onto the pace knowing the end would be soon.

From somewhere within I mustered some more speed and I was flying. Mile 3 beeped which left only 100 yards, I put it all into it, every bit of energy I had left. The countdown continues 3.01miles, 3.02 and so on. Hang on Lee, I thought, Hand on, nearly there. I didnt have much left as I hit the 3.1mile mark and slower to a walk and stopped my watch timer.

19.04, not my quickest by a long shot, but its much much quicker than I had hoped for. I was totally knackered but the endorphin's created from the run made me feel awesome. I picked my feet up and plodded down the beach path for a gentle warm down and made my way home covering another 3 miles in the process. At home I did some core exercises and tried out my new pull up bar and managed more chin ups than I expected. What a great run and its given me loads of confidence to carry forward. I feel like I'm getting stronger and fitter ever day, so far the training is going really well.

Food Diary

Breakfast: 
Nutribullet - Spinach, Avocado, Sugar Snap Peas, Pineapple, Cashew Nuts, Root Ginger

Lunch:
Smoked Mackerel Salad with Quinoa, beetroot and Avocado

Piri Piri Smoked Mackerel Salad

Dinner:
Oven Roasted Salmon fillet with stuffed pepper (stuffed with GF Maize Couscous,feta cheese, olives and pine nuts) , broccoli and chili spinach

Salmon with Stuffed Pepper and Veg with a drizzle of watercress sauce

Snacks
Apple, Banana, flapjack, nuts and seeds, banana fruit bar

Drinks
Bottled water and coffee. Ovaltine before bed.

Heading South for the Winter

Tuesday 24th February

I was on annual leave again today, so after breakfast I walked Oliver to school in the sunshine. Yes, sunshine! It was a glorious winters (nearly Spring) morning, a bit cool but no wind or rain for a change. After Id dropped a very chatty and talkative Oliver off, I came home and went for a gentle run. I got home and Joanne was still asleep in bed.

She has been in a lot of pain recently and even the smallest activity is leaving her exhausted and crippled in pain. I didnt want to disturb her so I sat on the settee for a while, freezing cold after my run. I pulled the throw over me and woke an hour later! I made some lunch and jumped into a hot bath before going to get my boy from school. I loved listening to him chatter on the way home, telling me about his day. Im so proud of him.

That evening we had a parents evening so I managed to get Joanne up and ready to go. Oliver went to my Sisters while we went to his school (only 100 yards from my sisters). Oliver had done really well in his tests / sats or whatever they are! and was hitting most of his targets. Even though he'd had a few "blips" before half term his report was excellent and I will say it again, he inspires me every day. The way he deals with his Autism is amazing and he tries really hard and I love him to bits for it!
After parents evening Joanne went straight to bed and I played with Oliver for a while before bed. In the night, Joanne was in a lot of pain and I think she cant have got more than an hours sleep through the night. We've managed to get a chiropractor to see her and he seems really confident he can relieve some of her pain. Lets hope!

Running: 9.54 miles / 11.20min mile avg / 1hr 48 min

I set off feeling quite low. Joannes health just isn't getting any better and I'm totally lost as to what to do with her. The ME seems to have really taken root and is exhausting her 24/7. I'm really struggling to motivate her lately and I know shes really depressed. Its not good.
I think all I can do is be there for her for now and keep trying - I wont quit and I'm not willing to give up on her.

Anyway, I was a bit stiff from yesterdays impromptu speedy run so I decided I just needed to get out in the sun for a while. I found my way down to Biggar Bank and decided to go South for a change. I ran along the beach path for a while then joined a small path through the shale and shingle which lead towards the heavily eroded sandy cliffs.

Costa Del Walney

This section of Walney is being driven back by the relentless tide, wind and rain that batters the coast. I hope one day they put some defenses down here to protect it or we will end up with two islands!

Erosion at work

I made my way slowly around the headland and the path wound its way up to the top of the "cliff". I say cliff but its only about 15ft high and not a particularly steep drop down. The view from the top was extremely clear, giving me views of the West Lancashire coastline across Morecambe Bay.The famous Blackpool tower jutted out from the horizon as clear as Ive ever seen it before. I skirted the tops for as long as I could and eventually dropped back onto the shore, running along over the pebbles.

Beachcomber!

 The tide was nearly in and the waves lapped up on the stones, foaming up the surf  and creating that incredible salty smell. I found a rock and sat for a while listening to the roar of the ocean, breaking on the smooth pebbles. It was so calming sat there, the sun on my face and my feet in the tide. It was good to be alone for with my thoughts for a while. I breathed the sea air in with deep slow breaths, calming me into an almost meditative state, relaxing my body and my mind.  I cleared out all of the thoughts, jobs that needed doing, my stresses, my worries and just listened to the tide. It was so cleansing.

It was meant to be a run, not a swim!

A few minutes later the tide was splashing my legs which signaled it was time to move on. I made my way along the beach and spotted what i think is an old breaker. It rose from the depths like a spine of a giant fish, and I remembered seeing it previously by the South Walney Caravan Park. I turned inland and ran around the circumference of the park.

Snow capped mountains in the distance

There was still a few more miles of Walney left but I didn't have any provisions with me and Id already been out over an hour so I headed home along the east coast of the island. The views I was greeted with were some of the most amazing I've ever seen from here. Because of the bright sun and the clear, crisp sky, I could see all the way into the southern lake district. The snow capped peaks looked like they were directly behind our Town Hall and not some 30 miles away. I wished I had a better camera with me as it would make an unbelievable shot. I just couldn't take my eyes off the view and I kept glancing over at the incredible vista. It was so uplifting and stunning. This inland side of Walney is covered in salt flats and marshland and is home to a whole host of sea birds and plants, its always vibrant and full of life. It truly is an amazing place to run.

I continued on the shoreline for a while and came across some bizarre formations. The marsh grasses had been washed over the round pebbles and reminded me of a classic comb over on a bald man. I chuckled to myself and it reminded me of the old Hamlet advert (you will have to be over 40 to remember a time when the used to advertise cigarettes and cigars on the TV!) with the Rab C Nesbitt actor Ian McColl in a photo booth trying to cover his bald head with two strands of hair! Ive found his picture:

"Happiness is a cigar called Hamlet"

Its a bit of a random memory but I found it amusing! (what is really weird and it shows how our brains are wired up, as Im writing this I could smell my Granddads Hamlet smoke! He died over 20 years ago but they say smells can trigger memories and visa versa - spooky or what! Nice to remember you though Granddad!)

However, the rock comb overs turned out to be death traps and slippy as hell so I moved onto the road which ran alongside them and continued on towards home. I was out for quite a while but thoroughly enjoyed my run out in the winter sun.

Food Diary:

Breakfast: 
Post run nutribullet protein shake - Banana, Pineapple, coconut milk, lime, almonds

Lunch:
Nothing - I was full from my smoothie!

Mid afternoon - Oatcakes with Hummous

Dinner:
BBQ bacon chicken with rice and roasted veg

Chicken wrapped in bacon, served with rice and roasted veg
with a drizzle of Levi Roots Carribean BBQ sauce. mmmm

I feel the need....

Monday 22nd Febuary

It had been a hard night with Oliver last night, he gets very stressed and angry before he goes back to school after a term break. It took until nearly 11pm to get him to sleep so I was stressed going to sleep. I woke with the alarm at 7am and got Oliver sorted for school. Im off for two days this week, I ve had to use up my annual leave before the end of March. March is too busy, with too many staff already on leave in it so this was the best opportunity fo me to take them.
I was taking Oliver to school then taking the car for its MOT. I had decided to run back from the garage - its only a couple of miles away and if I added a little loop, I could make it a bit further if I wanted. I got ready into my running gear and took Oliver to school. He wanted a good play in the playground before school so I stood there freezing in my shorts! He went in apprehensive but happy and I delivered the car to the garage.
I went for a great run, had a hot bath, got the car back, did some shopping and went for Oliver. We had promised Oliver he could go to Pizza hut over half term but we never got round to it. He got upset late last night because we hadnt taken him so we agreed to go tonight. After a triple pepperoni pizza we came home, Joanne and Oliver went to their rooms and I finished off my jobs before writing this.

Running 11.11miles / Time 1:23:54 / Avg Pace 7:33 min miles

After a few warm up moves in the cold, I set off for a slow jog. I was already a couple of miles from home so I thought I would add a couple more on my way back there. My ankles were a bit stiff from yesterdays 10 miles so I spent the first mile loosening up, trying to get the blood into my joints. I was planning on running up Park road, over the top to Abbey road and back to Walney, probably about 5 miles in total.

As I warmed up along the flat section of road, I noticed I was running about 8 min mile pace and decided to let my body stick at this pace for a while, however my body disagreed, it wanted a to see a turn of pace today! After the first mile had ticked past, I felt amazingly good, my footsteps light, cadence high and my blood pumping. I slipped into focus and was running comfortably at 7:30 min mile pace, but my temperature was rising quickly. I stopped and struggled to peel off my running jacket and tie it around my waist, making me walk for about a minute before commencing again.
What a difference, I felt like I could breathe again and totally unconstrained. I pushed on and the adrenaline started to flow, powering me to continue the pace. I was breathing really well, keeping my body relaxed and my breaths deep and calm. I reached the top of Park road and my body and mind wanted to run, and run hard! I turned off my planned route and headed for St Helens Hill and Dalton.

 It was quite an undulating section, ending in a long steady climb to the top of Dalton. I pushed myself hard up the hill and surprisingly, recovered quickly at the top. I continued running down into Dalton, controlling my breathing and lifting my frame to get as much air in as possible. It felt wonderful, my heart was racing and my breaths deep but I felt totally in control. I turned briefly onto Abbey Road towards home but the sight of Dalton Cemetery hill spurred me on.

Before I knew it I was sprinting up the steep incline, powering my way to the top as I had done with Paul and Alastair yesterday. At the top I was clawing for breath, exhausted but determined to continue, I walked for a second to catch my breath then continued, still managing to keep my pace around 7:30 min miles. My mind quickly worked out a new route and I carried on over to Furness Abbey continuing the pace I had set.

My body suddenly, without warning, threw the towel in, "right, that's it, slow down and stop this nonsense" it shouted at me, but my mind, as resolute and stubborn as it is told my body in no uncertain terms to.. "shut the fuck up you baby" and drove my legs even harder. I pushed the throbbing in my legs to the back of my mind and concentrated on my form. I straightened up and relaxed my shoulders letting my arms swing easily, I slowed my breathing and focused on deep, belly filling breaths as I ran, eventually quieting my bods grumbling. I pushed my body beyond the pain and through the other side.

My mind started to think - "Right then Lee, we are going to be running back home on Abbey road soon and its only 3 miles from the Strawberry Pub. I could hear the cogs whirling in my mind and knew what was coming. Lets do a quick 5k home!

My mind was made up and I started to accelerate to a 20min 5k pace, about 6:45 min mile.  Abbey road is a good training ground but it is intersected all the way down by minor roads and traffic lighted main road junctions. As soon as I got some momentum up, I had to stop for traffic. This was the story all the way home, my time and pace still wasn't too bad (about 7 min mile) until I spotted some flashing blue lights on Walney Road. There was a wide load being transported from the local shipyard and the police had blocked the road. I slowed right down, managed to weave between the traffic and got back to Walney with a 21min 5k - not too shabby after an 8 mile hilly run. I felt amazing as I ran up to my door, I had pushed myself hard today and its given me a good platform to work from and base my future runs on, ready for Lakeland Trails Race at Cartmel. I can definitely get quicker and stronger in the next month and I'm looking forward to the challenge.

Cartmel Race thoughts..
Its an 18k (11 mile) fell / trail race over, what Im sure is going to be, quite muddy ground. I haven't got a clue about times for the Cartmel race or where I want to try and finish. Last year there were some very, very good runners ( and I think a few pros /elites at least) in the mix so position isn't going to be important to me.

(For example - last year, in the Coniston 14 mile road race, I hammered every PB I had, smashed my half marathon PB time by nearly 8 minutes (1:24) and crossed the line in 1hr 30min  finishing in..wait for it - 50th place! It shows what the standard is like in these popular races.)

 If I can get towards 1hr 25 min I will be very happy for the Cartmel Race. Its in 4 weeks but there has been so much rain its going to be very hard going on the day. Part of the race and its attraction is a long stretch of mud towards the end. Our race is the last of the day on the same course. There is a 10k, an 18k trail challenge with a generous time limit and the 18k race, that Im entered in, with a tight time limit. So one thing I know is that everywhere is going to be seriously cut up by then, making conditions even harder. All that counts is that I give a good account of myself and give it 110% on the day. Oh and get totally shit up in the process - I cant wait! Here is a video of the event:

Food Diary

Breakfast
Pre run - just a coffee. I'm trying to get my body used to using its own fat as a fuel source so I don't eat before runs of less than 1hr 30 min.

Post run 
Nutribullet Shake - Spinach, Banana, kiwi, blueberries, celery, cashew nuts, linseeds, pear

Lunch
Poached egg and beans with 2 slices of GF toast.

Dinner:
3 slices of Pizza Hut Triple Pepperoni Pizza (naughty but very nice!)

Snacks
Natural -  dark chocolate and coconut bar

Back end of a busy week

Thursday 18th February

I was back at work, where we had two performances of a children's show in the theatre. It seemed like a really busy day and I was quite tired after walking home. I planned to go for a run later in the evening. I made tea and sorted everything out then sat down about 7pm with a coffee and woke up just after 9pm! I was absolutely knackered so I put Oliver to bed and went straight to my own bed and slept!

Friday 19th February

Friday was a planned rest day, I was at work then out for a meal in the evening so I wouldn't be able to get a run in anyway. I had one too many glasses of red with my Lamb Shanks and was a bit tipsy, which I noticed as soon as the fresh air hit me on my walk home.

Saturday 20th February
Oh my head! It was pounding and I felt like crap, totally self inflicted. I took Oliver to my mums and made myself go out for a short run to clear the cobwebs away. My new trail shoes had arrived and I was dying to give them a run out. I got back and after lunch got ready for work. It was another busy shift with a full house in the theatre for the Wrestling and plenty of operational set ups for us to do.

Running: 9.78 miles   8:43 min mile avg   1hr 25min
My head felt like someone was trying to get out of it using a sledgehammer and my stomach was flipping over in classic hangover style,  so from somewhere inside me I had the idea that going for a run would cure me. I got out my new trail shoes and eventually got them on.

They are Salomon S-Lab Sense 3 Ultra Soft Ground Trail Running Shoes. After recently splitting my Speedcross shoes I desperately needed some "aggressive" trail shoes. The ground is so saturated from the months of rain, I think its going to be a while before it firms up again so a good grip is required. It took me a while to choose them, as there is only one wage coming in I have to make sure I purchase correctly. I really wanted these last summer but the RRP then was £150 and way out of my budget. Just recently Salomon have released the new model so last years designs always drop in price. I got these for £69, an absolute bargain!
They are very light, exceptionally constructed and have a very aggressive tread. I would call them a "racing fit" by which I mean they are snug, not too small, just a tailored fit. I had read this in a review and went a size higher than usual and Im glad I did. Ive got quite wide feet and I struggled getting through the top opening. I persevered and after completely undoing all the laces I slipped into them. The toebox wasnt tight once my foot was in and I had plenty of room to wiggle my toes. The quick lace system was really good and fastened them up easily. So far I was very pleased with the purchase and they looked awesome too!
I set off into the freezing rain that was blowing in from the sea. I kept my pace steady as I really didn't want to puke everywhere. The shoes felt like slippers and I really couldn't tell they were brand new. After the brief road section to get to the airfield I reached the waterlogged, muddy path. I ran straight through the middle of the path, splashing the puddles and squelching into the mud. My feet held really firm in the mud, at first it was a strange feeling like wearing suckers on the soles of my shoes, but I worked out what was happening. The shoes are cleverly designed and push the mud and air out from the bottom of the sole and it felt to me like it created a bit of suction giving me amazing grip. I accelerated a bit and didn't notice any drop in friction. Wow these shoes were amazing to run through soft ground in and I didn't slip or slide once throughout the run.
I made my way around the loop enjoying the new shoes but not the freezing rain that was lashing my body. My lips were numb at the end of the beach path so I headed back. At home I looked at my watch and realized Id done nearly 10 miles and been out for 85min! I felt much better and went for good stretch and a hot bath before work.

Sunday 21st February
I woke early and went for a run with a couple of my mates. ON my return I had a red hot shower and blitz the house. Id been out on Friday and at work on Saturday so things had piled up (washing etc). Joanne wasn't too good today and felt quite dizzy and nauseous in the afternoon so she went for a lie down. Oliver and I made some GF garlic bread for tea then I got his stuff ready for school in the morning.

Running : 10.15 miles    1hr 35min      9.23 / mile avg

The three of us met at 6:30am in the freezing cold wind and rain. It was definitely one of those moments that is a fine line between commitment and madness. Paul, Alastair and myself all have families and work full time, so Sundays are a precious family day. Running early means everyone wins and we all got home for 8:15 without our families missing us.
We are all training for different events but are coming together once for a race in a few weeks time at Cartmel. Weekly LSRs (long slow runs) are back on again to get us all ready for the coming season and we talked about building the mileage week on week. The rain saturated us all completely but didnt stop the conversation throughout the run. It was good to run with them both, its not often I get to catch up with them so we had plenty to talk about today.
The route took us around a hilly loop today, starting in Dalton then up and over St Helens Hill, down into Askam then a big climb out of Ireleth over the moors and back into Dalton. We even somehow had the energy to hit a strava section up Dalton Cemetery Hill at the end!
I really enjoyed the good company and the run today (but not so much the rain!)

Food Diary:
Breakfast
Post run - Porridge with nuts and Chia Seeds

Lunch
Homemade Parsnip and Pepper soup with GF Bread

Dinner
Homemade Spaghetti Bolognaise with GF Garlic Bread

Drinks
Water, coffee

New Gym is open for business

Wednesday 17th February

Its been another quiet day today, my last day off before returning to work tomorrow. Joanne didn't look well this morning and soon returned to bed. I really wanted to get out for a run today, but with Joanne poorly I couldn't, so Oliver and I had a play for a bit then after lunch I finished off the garage ready to open my new "Gym". The beauty of having a home gym area is that I can keep an eye on Oliver and still get a workout.

The Hurt Locker

I get quite down when Joannes ill and in bed all day, Her M.E. is very hard to come to terms with sometimes as it feels like its almost a sleeping sickness. It totally annihilates her physically and all she can do is rest or sleep. Its still a mystery illness as far as medicine is concerned and normally disappears after a period as mysteriously as it first appears! It a very frustrating illness for all of us.

After tea, Oliver brought his toys into the garage for an induction and a workout!! Mario was on the treadmill and a minecraft tame wolf was doing the plank! I love my random life! After Oliver had played for a while he went back inside and I was determined for a workout, so I stayed for a while longer.

 I put in a good workout tonight, quite reminiscent of my bootcamp days, pushing myself a bit harder than last week. Ive found a good Tabata Timer online and its a good workout using it. I PB'ed my plank again tonight, stretching it out to 4:55:05 min. My fitness is building nicely and my core strength is definitely coming back!

I stretched out and went for a hot bath before bed.

Food Diary:

Breakfast:
Nutribullet Smoothie: Spinach, Avocado, Sugar Snap Peas, Celery, cashew nuts, pineapple, root ginger

Lunch:
Chicken and Chorizo Pesto Gluten Free Pasta

Dinner:
Homemade Fish Pie with a sweet potato topping and Sugar Snap Peas

Fish Pie

Snacks
I've noticed I don't snack when Im at home, I must start to eat more fruit when I'm off.

Drinks
Coffee, water, chocolate horlicks

Oh how I wish it would rain down...

Tuesday 16th February

I was off work again today with annual leave so after a non alarm sleep we all got up. Joanne looked a bit better today and was up and about. Oliver just wanted to chill, so I popped to aldi and did a few jobs this morning. After lunch my mother in law kindly offered to do the ironing so I gratefully let her and went to fix a banister for Joanne's Grandparents.

The top support of the banister was coming away from the wall and with them both being in their 80s a stair tumble would be bad. I inspected the rail and one support came away from the wall, I was glad Id gone round! After an hour Id stripped the old fittings out and put some proper wall anchors in. Satisfied it wasn't going anywhere I came home and made tea.

After tea, I stripped and sanded the wooded kitchen worktops and re-oiled them. It had needed doing for weeks now, the top had gone a bit faded and scratched.

Like new!

When it was all sorted and Oliver and Joanne were settled I ventured out into the driving wind and rain for an epic run, got home showered and wrote this before bed. (Sorry I got a bit carried away in the write up, well it was a fabulous run)

Running: 6.90miles  8:05mi/mile avg   55:47 min

It had been a really, really cold day so I put on a few layers tonight and a waterproof fluorescent jacket as it was pouring down and pitch black! After a wet warm up, waiting for my Garmin to break through the clouds for a signal, I set off. I didn't have much hope for a good run tonight. It was really windy, very dark and the rain was driving behind me, pretty miserable all round really. I made my way down to the prom using it as I always do for a warm up mile.

I had some good music on my ipod tonight to drown out the noise of the wind and a brilliant track came on as I started running. It sounds corny and cheesy but I've got the Rocky Album on my Ipod and the training montage music from Rocky IV came on, - you know the one where Drago is in the High tec gym and Rocky is in the mountains. Its a classic, electronic track that keeps on building the tempo and gets me going every time. Its got a great beat throughout it and I often imagine myself running up the mountain like Rocky and his trainer shouting "No Pain, No Pain" haha! I wish.

Anyway i took off down the prom with the elecronic theme pumping in my ears, my adrenaline spiked and I picked up pace. Ive not really done any speed work since I broke my toe  but tonight I felt light and very strong as I ran. The prom is a great place for Fartlek running, its flat for over a mile with no roads to cross and Lampposts, seats and bins everywhere. These are important for way markers in Fartlek Running (fartlek means "Speed Play" in swedish i think) so I picked a lamppost half way and opened up the throttle. I could feel the pavement through my shoes and felt how my toes pushed off creating the momentum. I felt my arms driving my knees higher as I pumped them hard and my pace began to rise. I lifted my core in tight, open my chest, relaxed my shoulders and let my body do what it knows how to do. Run.

It was a wonderful feeling, running introspectively like this, my mind like an on board driving computer sensing all the feedback, adjusting systems to gain the maximum efficiency, to get everything out of my system. I loved it, my mind free, my mood soaring and the wind and rain a mere distraction. I hit the lamppost mark and slowed, breathing heavily but with a smile on my face. Again!, my body shouted and after another lamppost I hit the pace again until the end of the prom. I felt amazing, the blood was coursing through me and the steam was rising from my jacket. I was red hot and panting. I stopped and stripped off my gloves and buff and unzipped my tops to let some air in. I ran up to North Walney and donned my head torch ready for the trials.

The wind was driving the rain across me and the drops felt icy cold against my skin. I ran down the flooded path and turned south towards Biggar Bank. I was instantly hit by a very strong headwind which sent the rain horizontally straight in my face. The rain hurt as it made contact on my cheeks so I angled my deflector screens (tipped the peak on my cap!) and drove headlong into it. My world suddenly became a tunnel of rain, lit like stars by my head torch. It was like travelling through a very cold hyperspace and I had to push really hard against it. My breath quickly became laboured and my pace dropped. It felt like I was being held back by and unknown force, grabbing me from behind.

 I drove deeper into my resolve and pushed on. As I made my way around the headland the wind really picked up, it seemed to challenge me - I bet you give in, Im gonna make you walk, give in and turn around it said, but something stirred in me, I accepted the challenge, put my head down and picked up the pace. I roared at the wind and the rain, something guttural, raw and from deep down. "COME ON" I shouted at the wind "is that all youve got" (I think Id get locked up if anyone heard me! haha). I started to try harder, pushing more and more, driving with my arms and cutting through the weathers onslaught. A smile breached my face and a great feeling came over me, the defiant child in me going against the grain.

I reached the beach path and my head torch seriously dimmed, signalling it was nearly dead, but I strode forward, quickening my pace even more, trying to get to to the end of the trail before the battery died. I reached my turn off at sandy gap but something in me wouldn't let me turn off out of the wind. I gambled with the battery life and ran on towards Biggar Bank. I was so enjoying the challenge and I wouldn't give in. After another mile my turn off came and yet again I pushed on further to Thorney Nook a mile away.

 I though to myself this was great mental training for my forthcoming ultra, pushing forward when everything is trying to make you stop, I was resolute, rock solid and only going one way! I was in the zone, driving hard, my heart in my mouth squeezing everything out of my body, it was exhilarating. Every splash put a smile on my face and I laughed out loud as I ran through a deep part of the flooded beach path. Ive said it before but running in the wet turns me into a kid again. I reached the end of the path, totally out of breath or so I thought.

I turned around and instantly the barrage stopped, it lifted my body making me feel light and free. I dropped down onto the road as my head torch was about dead and ran along the road toward Biggar Bank. The distant lights reflected off the wet road surface in an amber haze, reminding me of an oil painting Id done years ago at school. Its bizarre how running makes me remember such odd memories, I must have been 15 when I painted it but I could remember every detail of it, of the street lights reflecting on the wet road and a solitary figure walking with an umbrella, of the strokes I used and even the smell of the classroom came into my head! If my life ever calms down I would love to get the oils out again and have a dabble. I could paint my adventures in running...now theres an Idea! I like it!!

Anyway back to the present, I felt my body straighten up, letting the air into the full expanse of my lungs, filling them with much needed oxygen. Id been hunched over slightly running against the wind so my intake of air was restricted. I became light again and kicked towards home, 1 mile to go, come on Lee kick it, keep pushing, keep driving, keep testing. I managed a sub 7 min mile at the end of tonight's run which is a big improvement and a sign of my fitness returning. Then if that lot hadn't been enough, I dared myself to a sprint finish down my street. I used to do this all the time, when I'm knackered after a run, I imagine I'm level with another runner with 100m to go in a big race and push for home. Ive never been in that position in an actual race but if I ever am, I'm ready for it haha.

I got home and had a really good and deep stretch, peeled off my soaking kit and jumped into the shower. There is nothing more satisfying than a red hot shower after a cold and wet run.

What an amazing, electrifying and satisfying run. I once read some where that challenging oneself beyond your limits makes you happy, I can certainly testify to that!

Food Diary

Breakfast:
Nutribullet Smoothie: Beetroot, spinach, avocado, pineapple, cashew nuts, melon, blueberries and sunflower seeds

Super Beetroot Smoothie

Lunch
Homemade Sweet Potato and Carrot Soup with a GF Roll (soup from yesterday)

Dinner
2x GF Tacos with Mexican Pork strips topped with a pineapple, tomato, onion and coriander salsa
Piece of GF Sponge Cake

Tacotastic!

Snacks
1 x apple, nuts and seeds

Drinks:
Water, coffee and a Chocolate horlicks before bed!

Rest Days

I had a rest day yesterday and a day off with the family. It was a beautiful, sunny and crisp winters day so we drove up to the coast road for an Ice - cream. Oliver and I played on the sand for a while before coming home and we had a great laugh.

Its a bit of a family tradition on Valentines day to have a nice meal, so Oliver chose "Daddys Burger Parlour" for tea. That's his name for our kitchen and we had fun making some burgers. We both love cooking together and there is lots of "taste testing" that goes on especially by Oliver!

I didn't take a diary of my food, as you know what they say, "A little bit of what you fancy..." and I was a bit stiff from Saturdays run so some extra food and glycogen wouldn't go amiss.

Monday 15th Feb:

I was off today so I got up early and went to get my hair cut and do a couple of jobs in town. On my return, Joanne wasn't too well and really tired so she went back to bed. I read the signs and knew because of the pain and lack of sleep from all the restless nights shes been having, that I probably wouldn't see her for the rest of the day ( I was correct!). I on the other hand had some jobs to do and set about them. 

Our summer house/shed had been ravaged by the storms over Christmas and needed some new roof felt. It was virtually the first day it hadn't been windy since, so I took advantage and put a new roof covering on it. Oliver was in and out and we kept a keen eye on each other. After the roof I cleaned the car, did 4 lots of washing (where the hell it comes from I don't know, I'm sure someone comes in and empties our wardrobes into the wash basket.), cooked, tidied and started to sort my garage gym out. I've now got the wall painted and most of the floor down (recycled mats from Oliver's old play area) and its going to be great when it all dries. 

After tea I got up and my Achilles was very tight, no doubt due to the rock solid calf I was waddling around on. I couldn't leave Oliver for a run today anyway, so I'm just going to get on the foam roller tonight and do a bit of maintenance. I will get out for a run tomorrow. I'm going to take Oliver trail running in the morning which will be brilliant, muddy fun then I will nip out myself :)

Food Diary:

Breakfast:

Porridge with brasil nuts and chia seeds

Nutty Porridge - bloody lovely

Lunch

Homemade Moroccan Spiced Carrot and Sweet Potato Soup with a GF roll

Moroccan Spiced Carrot and Sweet Potato Soup and a poncy swizzle of creme frais!

Dinner

Grilled Salmon with brown and wild rice, char grilled peppers, asparagus and a bit of sauce that came with the salmon from Aldi (watercress I think)

 

Salmon, rice and veggies

Snacks 

(Ive not been particularly hungry between meals today, probably all the crap I ate yesterday!)

1x Apple

Drinks

Water and Coffee

Ambleside to Coniston Recce - Miles 83 to 100 of the Lakeland 100

Saturday 13th February.

After a semi decent nights sleep I woke to the sound of Olivers voice. He was chatting away to himself in his bedroom as he often does. I laid there, smiling as I listened to his cheerful voice and random conversation for a while. Eventually  I got up and went downstairs shortly followed by Oliver. He was going to my Mums for the day, Joanne was resting and I was going for a run in the lakes. We both had breakfast, got ready and headed out. Oliver was happy when I got to my mums and settled quickly as he always does. This made me feel relaxed, I could put Oliver and Joanne to the back of my mind and have most of the day to myself. I'm off for the next few days with it being half term so my jobs and chores can wait for a day while I run.

As I left my mums I found an old CD in the car - "Lees Car Tunes". I couldn't remember what was o it and I was soon blasting out some class tunes (well I think they are class) as I drove to Coniston. Just try driving to Fleetwood Macs - "The Chain" without feeling like an F1 driver, Brilliant!I was really enjoying myself!
I arrived at Coniston, parked my car, grabbed my kit and walked to the bus stop. I had 10 minutes spare so I nipped in a tiny cafe and got an amazing americano for the journey. I got on the bus for a one way trip to Ambleside, the start of today's run. I was running the last leg of the Lakeland 100 over the fells back to Coniston. It was a very scenic but drawn out bus ride. I thought it would have been a small shuttle bus, nipping between Lakeland Towns, but no it was a 38 seater bus! Try getting that round the lanes on a busy Saturday. Stop start, stop start went the journey and I was absolutely busting for a pee when we eventually arrived in Ambleside. My start point was Rothay Park, a park I know well (sounds a bit seedy that!) but I know if from my last two big races. I knew there were toilets there so I quickly made my way there. I went to open the door but it was bloody locked and the pee was coming! It was a choice, piss myself or pee in the bushes, so a quick glance told me I was alone and I was very relieved!

Running: 17.45 miles - 3hrs52min - Elevation Gain 2,628ft

I walked to a park bench and got my bag ready, running cap on and took off my tracksuit bottoms. I chose to wear my trail shorts and compression socks today, together with a windproof Ronhill top and a base layer - all black (why is trail running gear always black?). I took a long, deep breath of the fresh air and set off. I needed to cross the river Rothay foot bridge but I was met with 6ft high fences. This had been one of the badly effected areas in the December Floods and the bridge had been badly damaged. A quick look at the map and there was a road bridge half a mile down the road. I ran the first mile just to get to the other side of the bridge!!! Oh well, I thought, lets get started.

Ambleside to Skelwith Bridge

This was a cheeky little up and down path over "Under Loughrigg", a trail that skirts the southern fells of Loughrigg Fell. It was a steep climb straight away, first up an access road then onto the rocky trails beyond. The sky was really clear and I strode up the steep hill. Once at the top (and a bit warmer) I was greeted with an amazing view, looking straight toward my destination, Coniston Old Man, far in the distance. I had traversed this trail a few times before on races and days out so I was familiar with the route. I felt really good as I descended the fell, passing walkers and families, greeting them all with a hello, afternoon or "MOVE OUT OF THE F£$KING WAY" (I didn't really, I'm a very polite runner). I soon reached Loughrigg Tarn and consulted the map as there were a few choices ahead. I navigated the tracks and road junctions and steadily made my way down the hill to Skelwith Bridge.

Looking across Under Loughrigg toward Coniston Old Man

Skelwith Bridge to the Langdale Pikes

This was the flattest section of todays run and I managed to pick up the pace for a few miles, enjoying the stunning views all around me and watching the high, snow capped peaks of the mountains draw ever closer. The path along Elterwater is part of the Cumbrian way and was full of people walking dogs, enjoying the mild weather and the stunning vistas all around. I had been so lucky with the weather today and I enjoyed the bright sunshine while it lasted.

Elterwater

I ran on, past Elterwater to Chapel Stile. Just past the slate quarry I spotted a very quaint Church stood on the hillside across the valley made from slate and I bet it was steeped in history. I wondered who had attended it in the past, perhaps Potter, Wainwright, or Wordsworth. Now that would have been a congregation!
I moved on through Chapel stile and ran along a very flat path at the very bottom of the valley. It was flanked by huge, steep, ferny fells and was headed off by the jagged peaks of Harrison Stickle. I felt very small and isolated at that moment,  all my problems and troubles seemed insignificant in the grand scheme of life.

Great Langdale Valley

 I love the way I think and feel when I run, its very deep and I find out things about myself every time I lace up my trainers! After the flat section, the trail skirted the lower hills of Linmoor fell and suddenly became quite technical underfoot. I pulled my focus down from the view and concentrated on my footing, flitting over the rocky and moist path. My body instantly replied and I slipped into my focus, preempting each step, plotting a way through the stones, picking which rock to step on, which ones to miss, where to twist, where to turn - it was bliss. I love technical running, however I might not be saying this on race day, this will be about mile 92 and every rock will feel like a dagger!

Harrison Sickle above Dungeon Ghyll

After a descent down some rocky steps, the trail turned onto the lower slopes and into boggy ground. It was hard going on the soft, wet earth and I slipped a few times. I slowed my pace and made my way across the muddy path. The B road across the valley turned 90 degrees and that was my cue to turn too. It was a steep incline and a slow climb ensued over to Blea tarn.

Gratuitous running selfie no1

At the top of the hill, a quick glance at my watch told me it was lunch time so I parked my backside on the wet grass and dived into my pack. I sat eating a wrap whilst enjoying a stunning view of the mountains and crags all around.

Lunchtime view! Stunning

I spread out my map and orientated it to my surroundings taking in the names of the peaks and valleys. Id heard of many of them before but I didnt know where they were, infront of me was The Langdale Pikes, then ust west was Rossett Pike, Bowfell and Crinkle crag. Far west to my left was Cold Pike and Pike of Blisco, most of them topped with a dusting of snow, glistening in the afternoon sun and simply a stunning view. What a stunning spot to have lunch, even with a wet bum!

Langdale Pikes to Little Langdale

After I had packed up my lunch I crossed the road and set off towards Blea Tarn. The trail was easy going as I made my way through the forest that grows on the banks of the tarn.

The trail towards Blea Tarn

The next section was very technical again and turned quite "gnarly" at the base of the fell. Large boulder and rock stuck out at every angle and it was quite a job hopping from rock to rock, jumping and striding over the slippery, sharp stones.

Gratuitous running selfie No2

The trail led me across another bog and my mind slipped back to well over ten years ago. My wife and I used to walk in the lakes nearly every weekend before she became ill. We used to love packing the car up, heading out on a Sunday and exploring the hills. Except for one walk when we walked the very trail I was on now and we both ended up completely covered in mud. I really do miss those days and still hold out hope Joanne will get better and we can take to the hills once. Happy memories! I slipped out of my reverie and straight into a muddy patch. I laughed and grabbed my phone for a picture to show her later, remembering how much she hated that walk!

Bogged Down!

Across the bog was Wrynose Pass, a road that climbs high into the fells. On the roadside wall was a gate that is a mandatory check point on race day. I reached it took a bearing and strode down the road to Little Langdale.

A gate!

 After a short road section and a short climb I was above Little Langdale tarn and looking for the turn off towards Tiberthwaite. It was easy to find and I marched on up the trail, now only about 4 miles from Coniston.

Little Langdale to Coniston

I climbed up the well trodden path and along towards High Tiberthwaite. The area was covered with tiny slate quarries abandoned years ago no doubt. The trail was fairly rocky but not quite as technical as earlier so I soon found my self at a small farm down in the valley.

A sign post for Coniston informed me it was only 2 1/4 miles to go but a quick glace forward showed me it wouldnt be easy. A climb up to Tiberthwaite quarries waited for me and then Yewdale fells beyond. I reached the steps that went up to the quarry and took a deep breath, this was going to be an arduous climb come race day. I made my way up the path and up into the hills beyond. I kept the river on my right as I climbed, studying the map as Id never been here before.

Moving on up!

The path forked and I took what I thought looked like the correct path. The map was only a 1:40000 so the detail wasnt clear. I dropped down to the river and instantly knew Id gone wrong. It was a long climb and backtrack to get back to the correct path, so I had a look at the map. I could continue where I was and pick up the correct path round the corner. Time wasnt on my side so I pushed on and eventually got back on the right path. I think its really good to make the odd mistake, its the only way you learn! I stopped for a second an took a bearing.

 The path through the grass snaked along side Crook Beck, straight up the fell and over to coniston. So I planted one foot infront of the other and ascended out of the valley. Coniston Old Man loomed before me, covered in snow. Menacing and foreboding, yet majestic and magnificent in all its glory.

Coniston Old Man

 I was suddenly hungry and searched around my pack for some food. A rustling in my shoulder strap reminded me of the Jelly Babies Id put there last night. I plodded onward, munching on the sticky sweets. the burst of sugar hit my blood stream and pushed me to the top. I looked across at the Old man again and started my rapid descent into coniston. I switched off my brain, disengaged my brakes and went for it. must have looked totally out of control with my arms flailing, but I wasnt. I was in the zone, my brain picking a path, gravity pulling me down the slop, my feet twisting and bending. I plummeted down the technical trail towards the Blue Quarries at the foot of Coniston Old man and turned onto a road and down to Coniston. I made my way through the town with some odd looks from shoppers then to where my car was parked. I removed my gear and stretched out for a while thinking about my run.

My new backpack had held up well, it was easy to organise everything, the extra water lasted right to the end. It needed a bit of adjustment along the way but thats why I train with it!
It was a great route and I loved every second of it, even though parts were hard it was wonderful. My mood had lifted, my body energized and my soul full of contentment. I wrote a while ago the reason why I run, I cant sum it up better than I did then so here is an extract from a previous blog:

"This is the reason why I run. Why I push myself over and over again. Running in nature pushes me beyond what I ever thought I was possible of, reaching quite literally for new heights, searching for that elusive high. In these races I find the real me, hiding deep within my being, on top of the world surrounded by stunning mountains and fells. I find out something new about myself every time I run. Its wonderful. Its uplifting. Its now a part of me, ingrained into my personality, defining who I am."   - Lee Winter

I phone Joanne to let her know I was back at the car then grabbed a coffee and a flapjack from the garage and headed home. At home it was as if Id never been away, Oliver asked when tea was, the sink full of pots and washing ready to put in the machine, oh well, welcome back Lee! At least my mother in law had come up trumps. Earlier she had delivered and uncooked steak pie and took a bit of ironing for me. Sometimes its the little things...

After tea I settled down and wrote this blog, if youve got this far, well done. Sorry I get carried away when I write, I guess its like reliving the experience again. Im off for a hot bath and to finish the rest of the red wine. I hope you enjoyed my run, I certainly did :)

Food Diary:

Breakfast:
Porridge with Chia Seeds, Brasil Nuts and dried fruit

Lunch (from and amazing view point)
Falafel and Hummus wraps with a pack of fried and seasoned Butter Beans from Tesco (they are amazing, salty and full of carbs - but they shake like a bloody babys rattle in your bag!!

 Dinner
Gluten Free Steak Pie, oven chips and beans

Snacks
3x Peanut and Chocolate Brunch bars
Small bag of Jelly Babies

Drinks
Water with electrolites, coffee and 3/4 bottle of red win (because Im worth it!)

Bye!