tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66533685399477346672024-02-19T05:47:24.622+00:00A Marathon LifeRunning for just 18 months, I am tackling the big one in October at Beachy Head. Follow my progress as I train hard, eat well and think positive about the challenge to come.Jim Emeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620815518060543855noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653368539947734667.post-8834121546667811442009-07-18T08:33:00.003+01:002009-07-18T08:44:37.537+01:00A picture of perfect health<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt6zFT7GOIQAUoUNriku1KZVo6_2G87Zdy43UvpRwkaUKnrinwI4MGF4gQ0kRrHSHFPiTmPNRbZyYKepjVDeaGDuO-FTCeXDITSaK15tVTHguNbnNSKXk-IWEvnWs1n9sJJzKbTv9OwvvW/s1600-h/SuperStock_1439R-97009.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt6zFT7GOIQAUoUNriku1KZVo6_2G87Zdy43UvpRwkaUKnrinwI4MGF4gQ0kRrHSHFPiTmPNRbZyYKepjVDeaGDuO-FTCeXDITSaK15tVTHguNbnNSKXk-IWEvnWs1n9sJJzKbTv9OwvvW/s400/SuperStock_1439R-97009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359702881030039202" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">It's Saturday, the weekend, a chance to lie in and laze around.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">So I got up at 6.30am and went for a 4 mile 'sprint'.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">For the first time in around 3 weeks I am injury-free and I decided to trake advantage.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">I hadn't done any speedwork for a long time so I got out the front door, aligned my watch with the planets and ran my little tush off.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">There was a guy twatting golf balls across the park, but no=one to twat them back so he would hit 5 balls then walk about 200 yards and hit them the other way. What ever floats your boat.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">Other than a couple of joggers it was empty.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">It was bright, there was a small breeze and all round very good running conditions.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">It felt great to hurtle around the park without having shooting pains going from neck to toe. You can never really get use to that feeling.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">I was listening to one of the Late Night Tales compilations (some fella from the Arctic Monkeys) and the whippersnapper introduced me to some quality tunes. Check out the tracklisting <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/LateNightTales-Matt-Helders-Arctic-Monkeys/dp/B001FBJUJK/ref=sr_1_8?ie=UTF8&s=music&qid=1247902972&sr=8-8"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">here</span></a>.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">The upshot of this early morning activity was 4 miles closked up in just 27 minutes 20 seconds. That's 6.50 per mile.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">Now, if I could just do that for 26.2 miles...</span></span></div>Jim Emeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620815518060543855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653368539947734667.post-38564484691373493302009-07-16T20:29:00.004+01:002009-07-16T20:51:05.084+01:00Two birds in the bush is worth one in the hand<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVuS4qRyVSjp3fqJz0FFA18mvBr2iHZhPW1xwEYiQIcRA1WcpaRB-PuMjTQEvgEg6evPnzi64eLvWwyjduXJs4TvBEZVNKvoSCwAvpA9isdbQlhSD3C0cBhV-dLHsj73xnxuTDlMlKmeGs/s1600-h/facebookINS0511_468x629.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVuS4qRyVSjp3fqJz0FFA18mvBr2iHZhPW1xwEYiQIcRA1WcpaRB-PuMjTQEvgEg6evPnzi64eLvWwyjduXJs4TvBEZVNKvoSCwAvpA9isdbQlhSD3C0cBhV-dLHsj73xnxuTDlMlKmeGs/s400/facebookINS0511_468x629.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359147791639390402" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">From the swallowed bugs to the mental nut-jobs to the possible dirty mac brigade, I see a lot when I run around Wimbledon Park. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I keep myself plugged into the iPod most of the time as old people always want to ask you a question, no matter how shattered, pissed off or in pain you are and the kids love to impress their mates by shouting something or other. Without taking my cans of I am 99% sure it involves Forrest Gump.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Today though I was slightly knocked to one side of the newly relaid concrete pavement when two honeys were having a little squat in the bushes, side by side. Toilets not an option apparently.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Now, I have been to enough festivals in my time to have seen this kind of feminism taking to the fields but these two lasses got it all wrong (or right, depending on what they were trying to achieve)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">It was only 5:30pm in broad daylight and they were about 10 feet off the aforementioned path behind bushes, but they were facing the bushes.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">This left the sweet tushes sticking out for all to see. From a distance I thought a hairless Chinese freaky breed of dog was having a rootle but no. It was a fine pair of butts.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Ladies, men face the barrier, you face away. Thems the rules.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">But thanks for the show.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Anyway, it is still difficult times (I was going to say hard but you would probably get the wrong idea) for my running.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">The trapped nerve at the top of my left butt cheek persists and yesterdays run was no speedy job, clocking in at 1hr 17 mins for 10 miles.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Todays was much better but there is still the risk i=of reigniting the bastard pain if i have to stop sharply or turn a corner too quickly and I did 8 miles in 59 mins 38 secs.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Rest day tomorrow, which is a good job as my mate is turning 40.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">40?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I don't have 40 year old friends do I?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Jeepers.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Then 4 miles on Saturday with a 15 miler on Sunday which will add up to 42 miles for the week (I did 5 on Monday)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">The most exciting thing about today is that I have exactly 100 days to go until the Big Day.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Who knows what I'll see between now and then? </span></span></div>Jim Emeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620815518060543855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653368539947734667.post-56591624551180487652009-07-13T13:32:00.003+01:002009-07-13T13:41:00.035+01:00From Fernando to Fartlek<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTqzHq3dz28JltFtuGibXR8cu6TKi1yfHV2fLe5iBvGLJygAnz8bTBW0bZ3qqwz1N8uvBdAJ3ZyxPhctJI1uFGTX28zxzwPLsgdQXQN8CYy6V6SzVNEYzyDi03NoZvHDR7bFZ9QsZ9eLvp/s1600-h/Abba.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357923619754302498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTqzHq3dz28JltFtuGibXR8cu6TKi1yfHV2fLe5iBvGLJygAnz8bTBW0bZ3qqwz1N8uvBdAJ3ZyxPhctJI1uFGTX28zxzwPLsgdQXQN8CYy6V6SzVNEYzyDi03NoZvHDR7bFZ9QsZ9eLvp/s400/Abba.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;">I am getting my mojo back. </span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"><div><br />After a period of injuries and not getting any faster, a 14 mile run on Saturday gave me hope that I won’t be hobbling around the cliffs of Beachy Head after all. </div><div><br />I woke up with a dead leg and asked the wife whether she was responsible (she denied any wrongdoing – I have sent it to the Court of Appeal). </div><div><br />My mind started having a conversation with itself, shall I do 4 miles today and 14 tomorrow, maybe I should just rest, etc.</div><div><br />It turns out that the best remedy for a dead leg is a 14 mile run.<br />I whipped around the perimeter of Wimbledon Park 14 times, did a half-marathon time of 1:37:26 and finished the whole lot in 1 hour 44 which is a pace of 7m25s per mile. </div><div><br />I was struggling a little at the end but that was just leg strength which is what I am building up.<br />As soon as I got home I showered and got changed and went up to London and must have walked another 4 miles at least. </div><div><br />Sunday was going to be a rest day but the wife dragged me kicking and screaming to a food festival at the Southbank where she forced me to eat some delicious, creamy, home-made ice-cream (all this following a lazy brunch in Wimbledon Village of Eggs Benedict). </div><div><br />Sitting on the couch in the afternoon I felt a pound of weight attach itself to my stomach so I leapt in the air, donned the shorts and running top and went back to the Park. </div><div><br />It was going to be a gentle jog, and it started out as one but then I decided to go <a href="http://www.runnersworld.co.uk/news/article.asp?uan=722"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Fartlekking</span></a>! </div><div><br />This is a Swedish invention whereby you run with Abba on your iPod. Only joking.<br />No, this is where you run and pick an object like a lamppost in the distance and sprint there as fast as you can then slow right down for a minute or so and then pick another object and hurtle towards it. </div><div><br />It was fab!! </div><div><br />I loved it. Having run at pretty much the same pace for the last year it was great to open up and run as fast as I can. </div><div><br />Usain Bolt could still have caught me if he was asleep but it felt bloody quick.<br />And the best thing about this type of interval training? It burns fat very efficiently.<br />In fact it’s one of the best exercises for losing weight. Running, rowing, cycling, cross training. As long as you go all out then rest and repeat, you can’t fail.<br />I will get rid of that half stone and be 13 stone before you can say “32 inch jeans.” </div><div><br />Today is supposed to be a rest of sorts but I think I will go out anyway for 5 miles. </div><div><br />Like I say, I feel great and it seems to be inertia which causes the injuries. </div><div><br />That and the wife of course.</span></div>Jim Emeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620815518060543855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653368539947734667.post-49131031547254913612009-07-06T21:17:00.003+01:002009-07-06T21:31:33.457+01:00The agony and the ecstacy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAk5rjJuD7U1reXSvktaVdZA-EcsYT8GxmSO3C6Hs_Q6-DIhCkucBMPvZC1Nqf78BmuTHZK4Bx1nqTABIpIf8cqijE-fo2zBTsntuaP68bwfGLqMzjq80v2mzEetIRuRW6zQRMNJgjFawW/s1600-h/running_sunrise.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 302px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAk5rjJuD7U1reXSvktaVdZA-EcsYT8GxmSO3C6Hs_Q6-DIhCkucBMPvZC1Nqf78BmuTHZK4Bx1nqTABIpIf8cqijE-fo2zBTsntuaP68bwfGLqMzjq80v2mzEetIRuRW6zQRMNJgjFawW/s400/running_sunrise.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355447435338063634" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">I don't half put myself through the mill, very unnecessarily.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">All day I have been working out how to run 10 miles and 4 miles over the next 3 days. I have tried all possibilities and eventually, as I was running a possible 10 mile today I turned it into a 4 mile as my ankle is a bit achey.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">Tomorrow night I will have at least one drink after work. And yes, I do have to.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">On Wednesday I could either run after or before work.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">After would mean I get to sit down for dinner at around 2100.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">Before means I will be ruddy tired during a long day at work.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">But I know if I do it after work I will talk myself out of it.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">Not because I don't want to, I really, really cannot stress how much I enjoy running, it's because I value my down time in the evening when I get shit done and sit and read a book and forget that it all starts again the next day at 6am.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">When I am running I think about all kinds of crap from organising my desk drawer to world domination, inevitably work features and this is not what me time is all about.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">So, it's a morning run on Wednesday, which is fine. I have to get use to it as I want to start running twice a day.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">Plus my Suitwalker broke last week and I await a replacement so that puts running home from work on the back burner.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">I was going to tell you all about last weeks run but it was going to have so many expletives in it, I couldn't go ahead and write it down (my mum reads this - come on!)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">Needless to say I was less than pleased with dopey pedestrians and sub-standard equipment.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">I am in a happy place and wish to remain here, but I don't know if a 6am 10 mile run will keep me there for long...</span></span></div>Jim Emeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620815518060543855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653368539947734667.post-25654280302990917482009-07-05T14:03:00.003+01:002009-07-05T14:11:14.186+01:00Injury! Injury! They've all got an injury!What is it? <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aDPo8vTVVmE&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aDPo8vTVVmE&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span><br /></div><div>What have I done?</div><div>I am desperate to run, far, fast and well.</div><div>Then an injury strikes me down.</div><div>This is the recurring trapped nerve at the top of my left leg and it crippled me 3 nights ago.</div><div>I have managed just 24 miles this week, 11 of them today as I ran, gently, from Earlsfield to Richmond and back again.</div><div>Strangely enough when I am running the pain is at its most bearable but I know it's not doing me any good, but I just cannot listen to my body and in exercise this is the number one rule.</div><div>As I sit at home, not running anywhere the fear grips me and I wonder just how bad i am going to do in just 4 months time.</div><div>But rest I must and I am glad i have burned off around 1600 calories today so i can watch Federer march to his 15th slam with some comfort of mind.</div><div><br /></div>Jim Emeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620815518060543855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653368539947734667.post-86486694094863649762009-06-29T21:10:00.004+01:002009-06-29T21:27:53.621+01:00Wanna Be Starting Something<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEsw8ENMv8vYEif1P3190cs4tZqzejITMg6WTufkqhykyU_tfSEWEHoNPUyKkzqxGH2Gvu9yxZAmSfTGdCcTRGVtRy4pvNsaUiOlL0yHxcKhhSDqexTyn2o-ZTnZXw9z_uV59K9UOn_WyM/s1600-h/i2-year-old-michael.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEsw8ENMv8vYEif1P3190cs4tZqzejITMg6WTufkqhykyU_tfSEWEHoNPUyKkzqxGH2Gvu9yxZAmSfTGdCcTRGVtRy4pvNsaUiOlL0yHxcKhhSDqexTyn2o-ZTnZXw9z_uV59K9UOn_WyM/s400/i2-year-old-michael.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352848947869676290" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">It's all over now.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">The birthday frock has been put away for another year and the social diary is bereft of entries. I can now start running again.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Only 16 weeks to go until I'm dying in Beachy Head at the top of the cliff rather than the bottom.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">I just got a bit of literature through including my race number - 384.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">It's definitely not the course for my dream sub 3 hour mark. There will be a total ascent of 3500 feet with gates, stiles, bridges, cattle grids and several flights of steps.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Even one of the sets of toilets is at the top of 227 steps. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">So, I am really knuckling down. I have it all planned out and I will be spending July and August pushing myself to the limit.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">I don't want to let you down now, do I?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">The </span></span><a href="http://www.ivydenehotel-eastbourne.co.uk/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">B&B is booked</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> with my very top pals Kwasi and Claire driving the wife and I down and we will make a weekend of it, if I make it round, of course.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Even with all this prior knowledge, however, I can't wait to get started. I just need to go and find a farm at the top of a hill to train on. Not many of them near Central London.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Today I did the run home from work - 6 miles in 45 minutes. And it was hot and sticky.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Then I did my core exercises, good stretching and a 5 minute exercise bike cool down.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Feeling great.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Bring it on you mothers.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family:verdana;">Oh, and rest in peace MJ (I'm willing to overlook the last 20 years)</span></div>Jim Emeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620815518060543855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653368539947734667.post-87483043222103937572009-06-17T11:27:00.003+01:002009-06-17T11:41:13.047+01:00The Calm Before the Storm<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqAPzbjOzXy-7pVX32ml0QmZuUjo2WuTnVx-V9HgR4o0YdyZFSJqNjLFTbINZ1zUwP7gI9MpxLd2nO2YnS8xchtq8yy2yNbMn4W0XpWqVC0W9NyS0lF_EdOPqr8WvaxOA4v9m6AO3rEGoK/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348244725958137970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqAPzbjOzXy-7pVX32ml0QmZuUjo2WuTnVx-V9HgR4o0YdyZFSJqNjLFTbINZ1zUwP7gI9MpxLd2nO2YnS8xchtq8yy2yNbMn4W0XpWqVC0W9NyS0lF_EdOPqr8WvaxOA4v9m6AO3rEGoK/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>It's OK, it's fine. I'm fine. I've just been a little lax on the old running front.</div><br /><div>But I had it planned. I knew it would happen.</div><br /><div>The weekend before last I went to Madrid on a gentle stag do with 9 fella's.</div><br /><div>I managed to do quite a lot of walking and was always the first to rise and grab a hearty (but not good for running) breakfast, but I also did a hell of a lot of drinking.</div><br /><div>Sugary sangria and the omnipresent Magners made up the most part of my diet along with fatty meats and cheeses one can expect of Spanish tapas.</div><br /><div>I foolishly went staright back to work on the Monday and my head didn't clear properly until Wednesday.</div><br /><div>I tackled a four mile run and it was fine. I hadn't lost any speed and there were no problems.</div><br /><div>On the Thursday I did another four and then on Saturday I went around the Wimbledon streets and up that bastard of a hill three times.</div><br /><div>I must say that I hurt a bit after that and even now, four days later I still feel as though I have been punched in my thighs for about five hours.</div><br /><div>Still I will tackle the hill another two times this evening and get back into the swing of things.</div><br /><div>Monday marks the 17 week countdown where I will be on a strict training plan and no amount of sangria will tear me away from it.</div><br /><div>I am really not in the habit of embarrassing myself in Eastbourne. Madrid yes, but not Eastbourne.</div><br /><div>I will be runnning 5-6 times a week, doing a proper stretching routine, 2 core sessions and 3 weights sessions a week too. It will be hard but I am looking forward to it.</div><br /><div>So I have the wedding this weekend, I will let loose and probably dance like a little monkey with issues.</div><br /><div>Then the serious stuff starts.</div><br /><div>make sure you kick me up the arse if I miss a day and give terrible excuses.</div><br /><div>Now where's that red wine and brandy...</div><br /><div></div>Jim Emeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620815518060543855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653368539947734667.post-22356499891330167692009-06-03T14:30:00.004+01:002009-06-03T14:57:13.045+01:00The self-doubt creeps in<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvqISuKiynri4CT2xLJOmfCicFzCu6XLmywV5QqiwKGVKOVtyzEphNJkZKU33s2eFOLMLjNIO-PyTWCE8kSINMTUbuSUbfXinG4mpghVLuMCt3wKtPadO-Td5UXE3f8ZrU_Awoz-SwyTaF/s1600-h/albatross.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343099740107789394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvqISuKiynri4CT2xLJOmfCicFzCu6XLmywV5QqiwKGVKOVtyzEphNJkZKU33s2eFOLMLjNIO-PyTWCE8kSINMTUbuSUbfXinG4mpghVLuMCt3wKtPadO-Td5UXE3f8ZrU_Awoz-SwyTaF/s400/albatross.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">I am off on a stag-do to Madrid on Friday for three days and while I am there I will probably down endless sangria while dancing like a wounded monkey.<br />I will also probably make a promise to go on a road trip across California or form a dance troupe and enter Britain's Got Talent.<br />I know, as everyone else does, that this will just be drunken talk and no-one will mention it again and we will get on with our lives.<br />What I have never done, whilst drunk, is promise to run a marathon. This is a decision always made in the clear light of sobriety.<br />So when the self-doubt creeps in I have nothing or no-one to blame.<br />"I was drunk", "I don't remember it."<br />No.<br />I was perfectly sound of mind when I made that decision.<br />When a run goes bad, like last night on the way home from work, I really needed a crowd of people to cheer me on when I was close to giving up and hopping on a bus.<br />They weren't there.<br />I pushed myself to finish and did so in reasonably good time for the heat and the traffic - 6 miles in 48 minutes - but I thought, can I do 26.2 miles?<br />I know I can and I know I will but I think every runner goes through this at least once during their training.<br />The feeling soon goes but it is the equivalent of hitting <a href="http://findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_m1608/is_4_15/ai_54237567/"><span style="color:#ff0000;">the Wall</span></a>, I suppose before the actual race.<br />Encouragment is still encouraged though, so if you have the time, feel free to post a comment and tell me that I can do it.<br />Then I can go and get drunk and agree to fly an albatross to Canada single handedly. </span>Jim Emeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620815518060543855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653368539947734667.post-59349302813710942152009-06-02T12:51:00.007+01:002009-06-02T13:34:57.259+01:00The suit issue - resolved.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtRu3mjKeXnFdyQvUuD06VfKEEShTJKga1l6TkjhtrSNsCwnErZqoubXUaiHde28x0qDKPbHijTSvZJE8Pbmw7SI5WkBQWvRCLGWxEpZHVTtvfYG4dZv2X_19ODMea9dXFLUTO0jItvHrV/s1600-h/martinjetpack%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342707494829971506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtRu3mjKeXnFdyQvUuD06VfKEEShTJKga1l6TkjhtrSNsCwnErZqoubXUaiHde28x0qDKPbHijTSvZJE8Pbmw7SI5WkBQWvRCLGWxEpZHVTtvfYG4dZv2X_19ODMea9dXFLUTO0jItvHrV/s400/martinjetpack%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><object height="344" width="425"><br /><br />Running home from work is a great idea. The money I am saving is phenomenal really. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;">Put it this way, when I worked in Croydon I was paying 170 quid per month for the pleasure of getting there and back each month.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;">If I run home every night from the office in Mayfair and catch a bus to Waterloo and walk the rest of the way each morning, then I could only spend 20 large per month.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;">That's a potential saving of 1800 pounds per year.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;">That's the cost of a </span><a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/politics/2009/may/23/mps-expenses-conservatives"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;">duck house</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"> I have saved.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;">Obviously, it's not as black and white as that as I do not run home <em>every</em> night. The wife does allow me a life every now and then and I succumb to Transport for London's extortionate travelcards.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;">So that is one problem solved, but that creates a different problem - how to get home with my suit intact and my tuppaware lunch container and my book and iPod and keys and 2 phones?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;">The solution (and there is always a solution, don't you find?) is the Suitwalker.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;">This natty piece of equipment allows you to fold your suit in such a way that will not crease it and has space aplenty for my bits and bobs.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;">It is quite large and looks like a jetpack on your back but it more than does the job.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;">It does have space for your shoes should you require it but I just wear the trainers into work, leaving the shoes at work in a locked cupboard (you never know what people will steal these days).</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;">It straps up around the waist and chest and there is very little movement as you run and it does not rub anywhere.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;">Only one downside and that it the lack of security, I came home once and the zips had been opened - nothing stolen - probably while I was waiting at a crossing. But a wee padlock will keep the buggers out.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;">It's only 70 pounds and with the money it enables you to save, I think you'll agree - it's a sound investment.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;">The run however wasn't so successful as I forgot to take water with me yet again and I got a double stitch - shoulder AND waist at the same time. Crippling.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;">I was glad to get home.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;">But at leas the suit's safe.</span><br /><br /><br /></object>Jim Emeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620815518060543855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653368539947734667.post-31709085653596874332009-05-30T23:11:00.003+01:002009-05-30T23:45:12.522+01:00The easiest way from E-G<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre; "><iframe width="425" height="350" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&hl=en&msa=0&ll=51.476696,-0.10011&spn=0.067618,0.181897&msid=108198204631368273889.00046b287e0130afa0a75&output=embed"></iframe><br /><small>View <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&hl=en&msa=0&ll=51.476696,-0.10011&spn=0.067618,0.181897&msid=108198204631368273889.00046b287e0130afa0a75&source=embed" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left">Earlsfield to Greenwich</a> in a larger map</small></span><br /></div>Now I have my running rucksack my running world has expanded and I can go anywhere I want.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">While I have both of my feet and no injuries I know that I can always go to Greenwich.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Transport for London cannot give its customers that assurance and lo and behold the Jubilee line was down in both directions between Stratford and Green Park.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Every weekend. EVERY weekend.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">So on top of running home from work in a bid to give the fools at TFL less money, I decided today's run will be from my home in Earlsfield to the Cutty Sark in Greenwich just to prove my superiority over the pathetic service the millions of travelers get each year.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">The distance is around 14 miles and I set off at 1100.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">The sun was beating down and I was running at the warmest time of day. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">I managed to run about 10 miles before really starting to get dehydrated so I stopped off in a pub called the Grapes at Limehouse and got a free pint of squash.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Not the smartest move to run in this weather without water and I would like to think I have learnt a lesson.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">There were no ill effects, I just know that it affected my time and pace.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">In the end I completed it in around 1 hour 45 minutes. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">I can't be too accurate as the GPS does not work in tunnels and that includes the Greenwich foot tunnel.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">My pace was 7.28 per mile and that was kind of my aim but I know that keeping myself rehydrated regularly will enhance my improvement a lot.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Obviously I did have to get a train ticket to get home (via the DLR) but it was another small victory and will be my method in the future for getting from E to G.</span></div>Jim Emeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620815518060543855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653368539947734667.post-70471595232837634272009-05-29T23:15:00.002+01:002009-05-29T23:21:35.865+01:00A quickie<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoQq5w73jpmAvI1Qim9NP-Ttq9AMhbk7_tDh-Q6dCee56M_XnX4DuOV2ILiTSVVhV5dfHM9VBf43ZvPNBUoSqT65mzEJVUedqUdtoqlAqAe3qb70OCm9TC1kbdOtnfxN32UpADqXuxWV-J/s1600-h/graduation07.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoQq5w73jpmAvI1Qim9NP-Ttq9AMhbk7_tDh-Q6dCee56M_XnX4DuOV2ILiTSVVhV5dfHM9VBf43ZvPNBUoSqT65mzEJVUedqUdtoqlAqAe3qb70OCm9TC1kbdOtnfxN32UpADqXuxWV-J/s400/graduation07.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341374591064858226" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">It's a short post today as I have been out tonight on the university end of year shindig.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Finished at 8.30 but then when you have the taste for it.....</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">BUT! You will be more than proud to know that I did go for a very unscheduled run at 0630 this morning, before the binmen could soil my path and jogged round the Wimbledon Park route of 4 miles in 30 mins.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Makes me feel better about the bottle of red wine I snarfed earlier this evening. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Anyhoo, to bed and a good proper run tomorrow.</span></span></div>Jim Emeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620815518060543855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653368539947734667.post-64601937323565268682009-05-28T06:25:00.003+01:002009-05-28T06:41:16.493+01:00The human fly-trap<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-OYTFsnXcvs&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-OYTFsnXcvs&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span><br /></div>The run home from work is so fulfilling, I enjoy it every time.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">There are, however, two things which are not welcome.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">The first is the amount of second hand smoke I inhale going past the tourist throngs outside Harrods and the office bods spilling out of the pubs for a chat around their cigarettes.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">The second are the kamikaze flies which somehow manage to aim straight for my mouth.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">I swallowed about 3 yesterday and it is not nice. Not nice at all.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">I do take my hat off to them in a small begrudging way. It's quite impressive to hit such a small target while we are both going at such speeds.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">And talking of speed, I am getting faster.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">It didn't feel like it but I ran at an average of 7m12s per mile covering 6.02 miles in 43m 15s.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">That is great progress as I was running a 7m40s average just under a month ago.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">Like I say, it doesn't feel any different but it shows that the training is working.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">I am doing core exercises and weights for today and tomorrow due to university commitments (OK, OK, tomorrow is the end of year party, not compulsory...)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">So the next run will be on Saturday and it will be an 8 miler around the Thames path, early enough so the flies will still be asleep.</span></span></div>Jim Emeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620815518060543855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653368539947734667.post-3220286650858902792009-05-25T14:14:00.005+01:002009-05-25T14:45:55.573+01:00Northerners - not funny<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HSnqABdkXHc&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HSnqABdkXHc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span><br /></div>I had been looking forward to this run for a couple of days and had prepared by buying a new rucksack to give me the ability to start and finish somewhere other than my house.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">Its very lightweight, clings to your back and fastens around the chest and waist.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">I would attach a picture but I cannot find it on the internet. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">As with all of Adidas' online content, it's flash and looks impressive, but you can't find sod all that you actually want.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">So, the run.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">I hopped on the train at Earlsfield and hopped up 5 minutes later at Vauxhall.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">After rebuffing a tramp for his request for a change 'to get a drink', I did him the favour of helping him sober up for another moment or two, I did my stretches on one of the walls of the </span></span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/elliothaughin/2423797590/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">MI5 building</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">I was disappointed not to be spirited away to a secret bunker and water-boarded and started to run, pressing Start on the trusty Garmin watch.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">That trusty Garmin is only trusty if you fully charge the damn thing.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">So one mile in to the run, somewhere near the Southbank Centre it ran out of juice.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">Balls.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">So I just decided to run for about an hour and a half and that would amply cover the expected 12 miles I was to cover today.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">I continued along the South bank until Tower Bridge where I scampered across and ran past the tourists and ice-cream vans of the Tower of London.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">Unbenownst to me their was a BUPA 10K run taking place from St James Park and coming at me coming at them so I went past the Houses of Parliament without claiming any expenses and up to Hyde Park.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">I don't know Hyde Park that well so I stuck to the main road and ran past the Serpentine and up to Bayswater road.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">By this time my hayfever decided to pop its head up for the first time and I sneezed and rubbed my eyes all the way to Baker Street.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">Going up Marylebone Road I got my first sightings of the throngs of northeners who had descended to see which of their teams would spend one season in the Premier League.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">I managed to squeeze past their morning pints and pies and guts and flapping pages of the Sun and got back out into the middle upper class areas I was more familiar with.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">I had no idea where to finish this run and looking at my Blackberry I had secreted away in one of many useful pockets of the rucksacks I had already done my alloted time.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">However, I decided to end the run at Euston so I could go and meet the wife and wangle well-deserved free breakfast.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">It was at Euston, warming down when a group of these northern people mimicked my stretches (the calf stretch where you stick a leg out while pressing on to a wall and, yes, hilariously it looks like you are trying to push a building over)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">"Heeyar mate can I help thee" they cackled.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">I knew someone was going to do it in such a populated area, it's so predictable.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">When I didn't react and carried on they just walked off like a squad of monkeys muttering 'fuckin southerners'.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">I think they had about three teeth and one frontal lobe between them.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">I saw them again in the underground trying to work out the Oyster travelcard machines. I bet they're still there now.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div>Jim Emeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620815518060543855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653368539947734667.post-82689204111898078812009-05-22T08:03:00.003+01:002009-05-22T08:15:51.029+01:00I love the smell of rotting fish in the morning<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvjRlFz73Vt05wILco0SHKuW1i72vpmDwT9uP0mRe2oC0El5JL1IOJc8yObwj1MftwFttTURJYkiFmCDuffAqWt8TSpvbJ0gcQVw84FrUSyOL4PaMAMjwNuBaL1XoA3xKmEUq2ZyTFtnyg/s1600-h/103395-large.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvjRlFz73Vt05wILco0SHKuW1i72vpmDwT9uP0mRe2oC0El5JL1IOJc8yObwj1MftwFttTURJYkiFmCDuffAqWt8TSpvbJ0gcQVw84FrUSyOL4PaMAMjwNuBaL1XoA3xKmEUq2ZyTFtnyg/s400/103395-large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338543563662600002" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">0615 and I positively leapt out of bed, gave the wife a peck on the cheek and went into the living room and ripped the curtains apart to reveal a morning of sun dappled splendour.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Time, for a morning run. On a weekday. On a workday.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">It's never been attempted before, I hear you cry.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Well i fly in the face of convention, strapped on the old heart rate monitor and running shoes and limbered up.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">I gave the wife another kiss and told her I was going for a run so she wouldn't think we were being robbed when I returned.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Then I stepped out into the bright, breezy morning and breathed in.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Mmm-mm. It's bin day in Wandsworth and I would run behind various dust-carts for the next 7.5 miles.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Bin day is a little less romantic than market day of a morning even though it is essentially the same produce.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Lesson learnt, I will change the morning run to a Wednesday I think.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">In any event I ran the big hill twice past the <a href="http://www.wimbledon.org/en_GB/index.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">All England Tennis Club</span></a> and I feel pretty darned great.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">It was a general aerobic run which is between about 70 and 80% of my maximum heart rate which was pretty gentle and I ambled round in 56 minutes.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Now I just have a full day's work and night out on the town to cope with.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Come 8pm I may be rueing the opportunity of a lie-in.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Hey-ho, only 4 miles to cover tomorrow and without the whiff of rancid carcass in the nostrils.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div>Jim Emeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620815518060543855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653368539947734667.post-21488619505955016562009-05-20T21:57:00.003+01:002009-05-20T22:09:39.552+01:00Lactate threshold - nasty<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz5_W7roh4SL1imV_aXcIWuivIf8h1qrAqBXEg_5ZT8MX76hfx2PQQ8xpIErpUKym5GtI1MT7OyPNJgr1hNZ63zQwjKoPcJHRsV-TZrntNkWYa025FQLsD3MtIsFnZN54gNAJ_-2DQR2IS/s1600-h/VanFire9.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz5_W7roh4SL1imV_aXcIWuivIf8h1qrAqBXEg_5ZT8MX76hfx2PQQ8xpIErpUKym5GtI1MT7OyPNJgr1hNZ63zQwjKoPcJHRsV-TZrntNkWYa025FQLsD3MtIsFnZN54gNAJ_-2DQR2IS/s400/VanFire9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338016280533433346" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">Today was a mixed bag run wise.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">It was a first for me as I ran after coming home from work. I had been looking forward to it all day.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">Then actually strapping on my heart rate monitor I stepped out the door and twisted my knee somehow. Decided to run it off though.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"> Risky but it paid off.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">There was a van and its undercarriage was on fire but it refused to stop and trundled on in front of me for about quarter of a mile spewing smoke in my face.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">This lactate threshold run consists of a warm up of two miles, then two miles running just below my full on top speed. Then another two mile warm down.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">My wonderful watch tells me when I am going below my ideal heart rate for such a run and I was getting so pissed off with it I wanted to throw it under a car.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">No matter how hard I thought I was running, the sodding watch wanted to tell me otherwise. Maybe my heart rate is just too cool for school because it wasn't even up to speed when I was pelting it up the big hill.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">Bastard.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">Must try harder.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">Good run though, finished off with a jog warm down round a beautifully sunny Wimbledon Park. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">Rest day tomorrow then I will try another first - an eight mile run BEFORE work on Friday.</span></span></div>Jim Emeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620815518060543855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653368539947734667.post-80663075588992587592009-05-19T22:24:00.002+01:002009-05-19T22:35:44.902+01:00Fitter, Stronger, Happier, More Productive<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI_LfVWgoAaK86Xvxpq4Y6W1ABFFnGzvl3bUuhWXgz6FUYzRjvgU082lDilXmiVIfgdG55HHBhFrimzXKvK4UpdqpgzTEKXVQNjqkQWlge3Ho_xpfkH3zgwZG_Z-z2FZCqllAZ-oFykEdP/s1600-h/BruceLeeMyHero.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI_LfVWgoAaK86Xvxpq4Y6W1ABFFnGzvl3bUuhWXgz6FUYzRjvgU082lDilXmiVIfgdG55HHBhFrimzXKvK4UpdqpgzTEKXVQNjqkQWlge3Ho_xpfkH3zgwZG_Z-z2FZCqllAZ-oFykEdP/s400/BruceLeeMyHero.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337651869240156946" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">T</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">he title of this post is a reference to the Stephen Hawking-a-like sloganeering from Radiohead's landmark third album and it sums up how I am feeling today. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">All full of sushi and green tea, I then jumped on the cross-trainer for half an hour as I watched the reptilian politicians lurking around Parliament being stalked by Jon Snow's garish tie.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Then I did my first core training session, of which i am to start cramming three in a week.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Has anyone got any spare days I can have?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Still, when the fat does decide to leave my stomach (another day without chocolate by the way) I will have a six pack, the likes of which haven't been seen since Bruce Lee brought the farm.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Fitter, happier, more productive, <br />comfortable, <br />not drinking too much, <br />regular exercise at the gym <br />(3 days a week), <br />getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries , <br />at ease, <br />eating well <br />(no more microwave dinners and saturated fats), <br />a patient better driver, <br />a safer car <br />(baby smiling in back seat), <br />sleeping well <br />(no bad dreams), <br />no paranoia, <br />careful to all animals <br />(never washing spiders down the plughole), <br />keep in contact with old friends <br />(enjoy a drink now and then), <br />will frequently check credit at <br />(moral) bank (hole in the wall), <br />favors for favors, <br />fond but not in love, <br />charity standing orders, <br />on Sundays ring road supermarket <br />(no killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants), <br />car wash <br />(also on Sundays), <br />no longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows <br />nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate, <br />nothing so childish - at a better pace, <br />slower and more calculated, <br />no chance of escape, <br />now self-employed, <br />concerned (but powerless), <br />an empowered and informed member of society <br />(pragmatism not idealism), <br />will not cry in public, <br />less chance of illness, <br />tires that grip in the wet <br />(shot of baby strapped in back seat), <br />a good memory, <br />still cries at a good film, <br />still kisses with saliva, <br />no longer empty and frantic <br />like a cat <br />tied to a stick, <br />that's driven into <br />frozen winter shit <br />(the ability to laugh at weakness), <br />calm, <br />fitter, <br />healthier and more productive <br />a pig <br />in a cage <br />on antibiotics. </span></span><br /></div>Jim Emeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620815518060543855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653368539947734667.post-90298394932184160122009-05-18T20:50:00.004+01:002009-05-18T21:00:01.700+01:00Bend me then take me higher<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4jr3HdzL1AkSIqlRiVIfT3BaZTIcDmSVERyI7R0kTp85gHfKtPOSvJ2wrgAIStPk0v028LlMQ-j0igMTK2RKD02NazBNOEDVRFLpkMuZw2JmHzlG3YV5vpxBtZ6q4xzI3UVHk2dxaHDvo/s1600-h/contortionist.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4jr3HdzL1AkSIqlRiVIfT3BaZTIcDmSVERyI7R0kTp85gHfKtPOSvJ2wrgAIStPk0v028LlMQ-j0igMTK2RKD02NazBNOEDVRFLpkMuZw2JmHzlG3YV5vpxBtZ6q4xzI3UVHk2dxaHDvo/s400/contortionist.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337255749228204306" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Another run home from work:</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">6.24 miles</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">50m 24s</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">My lovely little <a href="https://buy.garmin.com/shop/shop.do?pID=349"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">computer-on-a-wris</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">t</span> tells me not only how fast, how long and how hard I have been running but also how high. It measures the elevation of my course.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Brilliant.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">I am almost to scared to see what else it can do.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">I may just put it on the floor and see if it starts hoovering.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Following my gentle jog home (it should have been a rest day really) I did a good 20 minutes of stretching. So now I am supple and bendy as well.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">I wonder if my watch can tell me how flexible I am...</span></div>Jim Emeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620815518060543855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653368539947734667.post-75147382402583333112009-05-17T09:47:00.005+01:002009-05-17T10:03:04.919+01:00Undulation - That's what you need<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I have never been to Beachy Head and I have never committed suicide, but I am guessing those folks who are a bit down in the dumps congregate at this beauty spot because it is very high and will achieve their goal in one go.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">So, with this Holmesian skill I have deduced that I will have to find some ruddy great hills to run up to get used to it.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">After a year and a half of circling the 1500m of Wimbledon Park I widened my path and ran AROUND Wimbledon Park, and its golf course and its church and million pound homes and their estates.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">On this circuit:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:13px;"><iframe width="425" height="350" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&source=s_d&saddr=Arthur+Rd&daddr=Wimbledon+Park+Rd+to:A218%2FDurnsford+Rd+to:Wandsworth,+London+SW18+4QN,+UK&hl=en&geocode=FVLWEAMd5v78_w%3BFc3sEAMdIcr8_w%3BFXTnEAMd3v38_w%3B&mra=ls&via=1,2&sll=51.43745,-0.202303&sspn=0.015142,0.036693&ie=UTF8&ll=51.436965,-0.202395&spn=0.01847,0.02285&output=embed"></iframe><br /><small><a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&source=embed&saddr=Arthur+Rd&daddr=Wimbledon+Park+Rd+to:A218%2FDurnsford+Rd+to:Wandsworth,+London+SW18+4QN,+UK&hl=en&geocode=FVLWEAMd5v78_w%3BFc3sEAMdIcr8_w%3BFXTnEAMd3v38_w%3B&mra=ls&via=1,2&sll=51.43745,-0.202303&sspn=0.015142,0.036693&ie=UTF8&ll=51.436965,-0.202395&spn=0.01847,0.02285" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left">View Larger Map</a></small></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">which is around 3.5 miles, there is a huge hill going up St Mary's Road and I love it.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">At the top you go round the bend and past these beautiful houses and then for a 5 second window you see a beautiful vista of London.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">The way it pans across the skyline from the London Eye and out past Canary Wharf, well Spielberg couldn't have directed it better.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">And before that you run past the glorious All England Lawn Tennis Club. As I did so today it rained, as I passed it the rain stopped. Portents indeed.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">For those statisticians among you - here are the figures:</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">7.45 miles ran (including that hill-twice)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">57m 38s</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">1114 calories burnt</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">All this on an empty stomach as my first goal is to shed a few pounds and the best way to do this is run in the morning on an empty stomach.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">This way the body automatically eats into your fat stores as you have little glycogen from any carbs.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Now I'm off to the garden centre again. Husband duties you understand.</span></span></div>Jim Emeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620815518060543855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653368539947734667.post-29109112600716026172009-05-16T08:02:00.002+01:002009-05-16T08:21:49.601+01:00I'm back and it feels great<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Yesterday was a good day. A very good day.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">My menu was perfect, the regime is back on track and I refused to buy chocolate.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">As James Brown said:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AV9iRW70mCc&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AV9iRW70mCc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:medium;">First, my race winning menu, heavyish on carbs, low on calories with a fair amount of protein and ample fat content:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-family:verdana;">Breakfast: Bowl of bran flakes and small handful (about an 8 year old's handful) of unsalted, untreated almonds.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; white-space: pre;">Mid-morning: One of Granny Smith's choicest apples</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; white-space: pre;">Lunch: Tuna salad with balsamic vinegar, chilli flakes and light French dressing</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; white-space: pre;">Mid afternoon: Muller corner strawberry yoghurt. Addictive and 5 for £1 in Tesco. Bargain.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; white-space: pre;">Evening: Pad Thai noodles</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; white-space: pre;">Late snack: More Muller corner. Mmmmm</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; white-space: pre;">That means NO CHOCOLATE. For the first time in a long time. I actually went to the shop after my run with £2 in my hand to get milk for this morning and, yes, some chocolate. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; white-space: pre;">But after picking up a Twirl, I replaced it and only bought the milk.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; white-space: pre;">Then I spent the remaining £1.50 on a <a href="http://www.national-lottery.co.uk/player/p/results/euromillions.ftl"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Euro millions</span></a> ticket.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; white-space: pre;">I didn't win, but I feel like a winner. If you get my drift.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; white-space: pre;">My run was great. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; white-space: pre;">The Garmin super-duper GPS watch took a while to pick up a satellite as my office is in deepest high office blocked Mayfair.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; white-space: pre;">I got pissed off with it and switched it off until Hyde Park corner.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; white-space: pre;">After that it was a dream and told me that I had run 5.5 miles in 41.51. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; white-space: pre;">That is not bad with all the stops and starts involved in street running.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; white-space: pre;">I didn't feel any ill effect after it and after a good stretch and warm down I enjoyed a night in front of the Wire.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; white-space: pre;">Top day, then.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></div>Jim Emeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620815518060543855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653368539947734667.post-2143841013031584442009-05-13T18:57:00.003+01:002009-05-13T18:59:50.207+01:00Nearly there. Nearly.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Just a quick note today. The aches are nearly gone. One more day of rest and we are back on track....</span>Jim Emeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620815518060543855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653368539947734667.post-72352976167820304932009-05-12T22:46:00.003+01:002009-05-12T23:00:52.155+01:00That work/life balance<div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rdTpA0luD2U&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rdTpA0luD2U&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">With power comes responsibility, and a G&T I found out today at the end of my 10 hour work day.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">My new job, while infinitely more exciting than my last (although it's the same job on paper) has turned me into someone I never wanted to be.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">I am suited up every day, which is OK, nowt wrong with looking a bit dapper; I have a Blackberry, which means I am essentially on call 24 hours a day and my 7 and a half hour day is an irrelevance, I work as long as it takes.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Is it worth the extra bit of money? You bet your sweet ass it is.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Is it worth the hassle it causes my fitness regime? Hell no.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">I have put on nearly 8 pounds since I started this job. True I have been back on the chocolate more than I was and I am having the odd glass of wine. But I just cannot counter this with a meaningful training program because I might have to have a debrief in Henry's in Green Park with a G&T served by an effeminate guy named Jezza.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">All I wanted to do was to go home and work out the strains of my weekend lunges with a cross train.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">At this rate I am going to have to go down the charity shop and buy back the fat clothes I gave away.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">It's driving me up the wall.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">To counter the sugar urge which is out of control I have ordered </span><a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Craving-Cure-Break-Carbs-Sweets/dp/0071477365/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1242165469&sr=8-2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">this book</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">But between Henry's, work, wife and workout when will I have a chance to read the sodding thing?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div>Jim Emeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620815518060543855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653368539947734667.post-35912552069707114682009-05-11T21:41:00.002+01:002009-05-11T21:47:07.316+01:00No change<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqDsIJg6kFYokJzKtJ91Kdi84vIkFgVho_9k-_CblmGPVwjNuRyaM_wQeJKVcOKwjRYSRrqmoavarnTpCojfl63ylB2PdMo1hjJ-8lX9XdPVTExBjZdFI9ELlPc-duvq89BzqS-9ZNdTSc/s1600-h/leg1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 155px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqDsIJg6kFYokJzKtJ91Kdi84vIkFgVho_9k-_CblmGPVwjNuRyaM_wQeJKVcOKwjRYSRrqmoavarnTpCojfl63ylB2PdMo1hjJ-8lX9XdPVTExBjZdFI9ELlPc-duvq89BzqS-9ZNdTSc/s200/leg1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334670647075270082" /></a><br /><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">N</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">ot much to report today. </span></span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: verdana; ">Legs still ache, if anything they are worse than yesterday.</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: verdana; ">Managed to walk about 3-4 miles though. Got to keep my end in.</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: verdana; ">Had a play around with the watch - looks promising.</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: verdana; ">Over and out.</span><br /></li></ul>Jim Emeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620815518060543855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653368539947734667.post-21370991183007490862009-05-10T22:29:00.003+01:002009-05-10T22:59:33.443+01:00All talk eh?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">The weekend draws to a close and I am no nearer a level of fitness to get my weekly mileage up to 40 miles.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">I decided to take it easy on Saturday and only did 4 miles on the cross trainer which is fine in place of a recovery run. I find the cross trainer better for recovery runs as i cannot run at the recommended slower pace of 2 minutes per mile more than best pace.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">At the back of my mind, however, i still wanted to do more exercise.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">The Bible that is Advanced Marathoning recommends that I do 2 sessions of resistance training per week, i.e. weights and the like.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">So I cracked on with some push ups and tricep dips and dumbbell presses, etc, etc. All good core strengthening routines. But, as with most good weights routines they always throw in the lunges and the squats.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">When you do these for the first time in a long time you know you will be out of the game for a couple of days afterwards. I knew this deep down, but at the time there is no outward sign that this will happen and you always think you have gotten away with it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">No, no, no,no, no.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Sunday morning and the waddle from the bed to the bathroom lets you know that your legs are useless to you. No 12 mile run today.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">The best I could muster was a 4 miles round trip to a garden centre and then the supermarket. Leisurely stroll, not too many stairs. Strangely enough, it's the going down stairs that hurt more than the going up after such workouts.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">the best thing about it is that the body soon gets use to this feeling and the next time I do it, and as long as I keep doing it regularly, there will be no such side effects and I can stop doing my impression of a penguin.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">So, best to get these things out of the way early in the countdown.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E9Sk5bzuBkU&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E9Sk5bzuBkU&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span><br /></span></div>Jim Emeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620815518060543855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653368539947734667.post-12979338164530660382009-05-08T20:19:00.003+01:002009-05-08T20:34:11.315+01:00What the f&%k was that?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI7KdfcdAC4Th9Cj-18lvSiZSL5zJ7tJRZpa7tizcUzRwKcImWIwWEFsWaNVGFs9sV0fujWRdCl3rFRyyuQLu6W1HPA4QusUXe51ep5Cks4kA7vwiBnmO1U1-4QmATBZa4iGoIWYyOFd8D/s1600-h/sleepy_flower_121906.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI7KdfcdAC4Th9Cj-18lvSiZSL5zJ7tJRZpa7tizcUzRwKcImWIwWEFsWaNVGFs9sV0fujWRdCl3rFRyyuQLu6W1HPA4QusUXe51ep5Cks4kA7vwiBnmO1U1-4QmATBZa4iGoIWYyOFd8D/s400/sleepy_flower_121906.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333538464968324130" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">I have had a very tiring week. I haven't done anything especially strenuous. In fact due to my injury I have done less exercise than at any time in the past 3 months. Typical when I start writing a blog essentially about exercise.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">So the last thing I needed this morning was to be woken up at 5 o'clock. Not by a noise, not by intruders, not by a ruddy great hurricane. No. By a pain sent by satan himself. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Night cramp.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">HOLY SHITSTICKS.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">It's like someone grabbing your calf muscle and twisting it 360 degrees.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">I have had them before and there was a time when I would be woken up by them about three times a week.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">They hurt.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">A lot.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Now I am wondering if this is the punishment I get for not training. It's starting to look mightily unfair. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">The real kicker is that yesterdays other calf strain had cleared up. Perhaps this calf acted up because it felt neglected, I don't know.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">So had it not been for this morning's rude awakening I would have run home from work but these cramps take at least 24 hours to stop niggling.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Down, yes, but not out.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Tomorrow I start my training in earnest with a </span><a href="http://www.momentumsports.co.uk/TtRecovery.asp"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">recovery run</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"> of 4 miles. Nothing strenuous. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">I'll let you know how that goes tomorrow. In the meantime I just. Want. To. Sleep.</span></span></div>Jim Emeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620815518060543855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653368539947734667.post-60851438290572371812009-05-07T22:55:00.003+01:002009-05-07T23:02:48.269+01:00Down and out already?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi16AO_VWkdQRtut2dql9OicMYt4vfDH1EPp-JFp8-l3nuspJ8YTNP7Jl_J17vRJ8wQOU42SoQFS1CiEc7RyWgNv-KlE3MZ-KCTBrcHADBKErrAFqXvWl5XKhGzKYUol8P_2qldEzN-Mztr/s1600-h/GD7961168@A-runner-receives-med-2398-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi16AO_VWkdQRtut2dql9OicMYt4vfDH1EPp-JFp8-l3nuspJ8YTNP7Jl_J17vRJ8wQOU42SoQFS1CiEc7RyWgNv-KlE3MZ-KCTBrcHADBKErrAFqXvWl5XKhGzKYUol8P_2qldEzN-Mztr/s400/GD7961168@A-runner-receives-med-2398-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333205370606448882" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" >There is nothing more aggravating to a runner than an injury, especially when all you are doing is running. You know, keeping fit. Eating well and getting fit. What a kick in the knackers.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" >It's a bit like Bruce Lee dying because he was so buff. Apart from the fact that I'm alive. And not buff. </span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" >And that pack of peanuts I have just snarfed is not going to help anyone.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I have strained my left calf muscle and I fear it's my fault. I didn't stretch properly before my run yesterday. And there it is. I won't be running home from work tomorrow night and I will struggle to get fit in time for my long run on Sunday.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" >Gives me time to read my book, though, and get my running plan ready to see me through the next 9 weeks until the proper countdown.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" >With this disappointment in mind I will leave you on a high. Here is the space age bit of kit which will turn me into Paula Radcliffe - but with slightly bigger tits. Check </span><a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Garmin-Forerunner-305-Wrist-Worn-Personal/dp/B000FMQ296/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=electronics&qid=1241733473&sr=8-1">this out</a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" >, I will fill you in a bit more when it arrives.<br /><br />A bit of a hasty blog today but you can expect that on Thursdays as I go to uni after work in the evening and have no time to write let alone run. Thursday is rest day.<br /></span>Jim Emeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620815518060543855noreply@blogger.com0