Happy Old Year!
Sunday, January 11th, 2009 by lunamanFirst, a photograph of my favourite oak tree, taken this morning on the 19 mile running route round Oxford through Noke, Beckley, Holton and Shotover.
Before I look forward in time, here’s a highlight of running experiences in 2008, mostly running related.
1. High Peak 40 - my first ultra, pretty hard to top this experience, although I could have eaten the marmite sandwich slightly earlier. Stunning countryside, friendly competitors and marshalls, and fabulous support including F running part of it with me.
2. Sub 3:15 marathon – a strange target time, but it’s the one I set myself at the start of the year, and achieved in April at the first attempt in Antwerp. The marathon itself was NOT fun, and for the first time in racing I actually felt awful and wanted to stop. Achieving my target time was a great sensation, but comparison with High Peak demonstrates once again what I already knew – I prefer process to result. This applies to most things in my life, which must make me a very successful Buddhist. I don’t enjoy not enjoying running. On the other hand, a successful marathon campaign needn’t involve suffering, so perhaps I just have to organise my training better.
3. No injuries – I’d been niggled at by, well, there’s no better word than niggles, all through 2006 and 2007, nothing serious but annoying. 2008 was niggle free despite my highest mileage yet and longer races. I put this down to BUTT EXERCISES. Worth capitalising that. If, like me, you have a sedentary job and largely inactive lifestyle, get up, get down and do some squats, lunges and other leg strengthening exercises. Honestly, it protects you from the constant battering that running in a straight line on a flat surface subjects you to. I’m sure if you zig zag around all the time you’ll be alright (as in football).
4. Swaledale marathon – really my first experience of an off-road event. A memory that will last forever, despite or perhaps because of its simplicity – sitting outside the pub drinking Black Sheep ale, watching runners and walkers finish the race in the blissful knowledge that I’d finished the 24 mile hill race. It’s a race in a beautiful location, with friendly marshalls and supporters, with cherry cake at the check points and stunning views.

