One week until the madness begins……….OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!
At long last I’ve been given the all clear to run but I’m guessing now is a little bit late to get fit, so I’m relying on a bit of mental toughness and my fellow runners to get me across the South Downs – but I’m confident in them, after all they’re a good bunch.
Recce has all been done and the stopping points located & sorted. I did discover something useful during this particular exercise – putting longitude & latitude points into a Satnav is far more accurate than postcodes, we were pretty much spot on with every location. I also found out that no matter where you are you will see somebody you know.
There we were sat in a car park in the middle of the woods when some participants of the South Downs Way half marathon went jogging past on a track through the trees.
‘Alex’ says Joff ‘that looks like your cousin.’
‘It does’ replies Alex ‘because it is!!’ [abridged conversation]
We shouted, quite loudly, at him but his earphones blanked us out. A text though was responded to a few hours later declaring that it was indeed him. I would say at this point that the World’s a small place but I’d be lieing – have you ever tried walking around it? Still it was amazing nonetheless.
This Saturday we have our send off gig very kindly organised by Thom Belk at the Old Alehouse. It starts at 7pm, so it would be nice if you could drop in for the odd pint or three whilst taking it some quality tunes and supporting us with the odd donation or four!! Also big shout out to those performing, many many thanks from all at SSIJ.
That’s it for today haven’t time to ramble on for ages I’m afraid – places to go, people to see, deals to be done!
Oh yeah………..and finally…….
No time for a shaggy dog story today so a quick witticism to sign off:
These days many people get their exercise jumping to conclusions, flying off the handle, dodging responsibilities, bending the rules, running down everything, circulating rumours, passing the buck, stirring up trouble, digging up dirt, slinging mud, throwing their weight around, beating the system, and pushing their luck.
Don’t be one of them – get out and get on.
So were in the final week of preparation for the Big Run. This is where its starting to feel real, before hand I was training for a run that ill be doing in the future, now im training for a run im doing NEXT WEEK!
Wow that’s come around fast.
My training has been good so far, clocked up over 70 miles over the last week over 5 days and to my surprise I felt fine. Obviously I had some minor aches here and there but nothing a good leg rub from my ever supporting partner couldn’t sort out.
Now Tonight is the start of England’s Euro 12 campaign and it clashes with my normal slot for running so ill be embarking on 20 of your finest miles around Salisbury the minute the final whistle goes. Now im hoping to be running in a good mood with a smile on my face but if we do some how manage to lose I will be a very angry runner so my apologies if I don’t follow the correct runner’s decorum and wave.
During my training I have slowly enjoyed running more and more and would even go as far to say that I will be continuing to run (maybe not as much) once the run is complete. Im also hoping that the gruelling pre season football training I go through each year will be a lot easier for me than normal because I should be in theory as fit as a fiddle.
Don’t forget there will be a gig at the Ale House this coming Saturday to help raise some more money, so come on down, have a drink and donate some pennies.
Thanks to all.
This is my first post and I apologise for taking so long to do this but with all the extra training and some last minute shift changes at work my day to day life as I knew it has gone to pot!! (not literally!)
So having increased my distance of my runs thrown in some cross training on the bike and then 3 to 4 sessions with British Military Fitness a week I started to feel a little bit of pain in my right hamstring, now when I say a little I cried like a baby, so maybe it was a little more than that! Having spoken with some fellow runners it was decided that I was probably better off going to see the professionals so off I trotted at 10 am on my day off to Derby Runner whereby the most amazingly honest women I have ever met told me that I had the wrong trainers and that the trainers I had been running in for 2 months were in fact for a neutral runner, DOH!!
New trainers purchased, hamstring massaged (new swear words invented!) new running socks and I’m ready to take on the world until 10 miles into a 14 mile run and develop a blister on my left big toe this then turns in to 7 blisters all down the insides of both feet (complaint email sent to creator of amazing socks that prevent blisters!)
I’m now beginning to worry that someone has it in for me so I sought out further advice from a lovely lady named Sarah Harris ultra distance runner and winner of the Nottingham to Derby Kilomathon, Derby 10k and the Derbyshire Cross Country Championships when I told her I was training alone she advised that for upping my distances that would get monotonous and it may be a good idea to go with someone to spur me on……..thats great but imagine the replys I got when I asked for someone to join me on a training run on facebook! So up steps my lovely and amazing son Thomas (v.proud Mum!!!) he offers to get out the bike he has only ridden the once since his uncle brought it for him 4 years ago and come with me!!
So Monday morning 11am off we go and we rocked! 19.89 miles later Thomas with a sore bottom and myself despite strapping up my feet and taking lots of Ibuprofen with blisters the size of golf balls and some slight hamstring pain made it home in one piece and I was really proud of myself I felt good and Sarah was right Thomas made the time fly by he made me laugh and carried the energy gels and the rehydration drinks! (now they are another story for another time I think) He also had the bag of Jelly babies which I can not normally eat as they make me feel sick but they were just right at mile 12, 15 and 18 and will definately be stocking up for June.
So I’m really looking forward to the challenge a. because its a challenge b. because its for a fantastic cause and c. because I get to run with others and I hope that they too will spur me on and make me laugh and I hope to be able to support them too so we can get through it together!
Not blogged for a while as I’ve had loads going on but at long last here I am.
“So what’s been going on Steve?” I hear you all say.
Firstly I had a massive presentation to do at work for a major retailer. I broke my previous record for talking and managed to keep going for about 6 hours. As part of the whole wooing process we took the customer out for posh nosh at a top place in Lincoln. Apparently this hostelry is famous for it’s cheese menu, so after we’d finished our main nosh we ordered up some random cheese with biscuits. One of the cheeses was quite definitely the worst thing I have ever had the misfortune to eat – called Stinking Bishop it tasted like, well the best way I can describe it is the smell of Cow Shit. My guess is every time a waiter goes to the kitchen and says I’ve a table of slightly drunken idiots wanting some cheese, the Chef doles up the old Bishop. Worse part was we still had to pay for it and it definitely wasn’t cheap!!
So having broken my world record for talking I then proceeded to set another one a week later when I managed a whole 7 and half hours at the next presentation. This time we were at a lovely restaurant/hotel in the middle of the Yorkshire moors (I think) and the food was top notch – no foul cheeses but a scotch egg starter that cost a tenner. Now it was without a doubt the best damn scotch egg I’ve ever had but for ten quid I guess it bloody well should have been.
We’ve also had lots of somethingsilly stuff to organise and a football tournament to take part in. Big thanks to Thom Belk for organising said night and to Salisbury FC for hosting it.
A hard fought semi final saw the SomethingSilly Allstars overcome Shrewton Youth on penalties, despite playing the last 20 minutes with only ten men (cough cough) and SCFC Supporters over came the challenge of the Old Alehouse to claim the other final spot. The Allstars just shaded the big game to claim the trophy and despite Toz Judd getting named player of the tournament, it has been said many times (in this house anyway) that the decisive moment was definitely the first penalty in the semi final shoot out – now who took that I wonder………
It was a great night all round and aside from the fun and football, we raised over £200 so a massive thank you to everyone that turned out to play or watch. It’s greatly appreciated. I must confess however that trying to walk the next day was a challenge – who’d have known after all the running I’ve been doing (different muscle group I guess…..hope).
Oh yeah I’ve been interviewed by Spire FM. All was going well with Hen until the big boss man cut us short as he had a meeting with a deadline that included her. As a consequence I didn’t quite get to say all I needed to and I have no idea when it’s being aired (I was kinda rushed out). Never mind it was nice of them to want to interview me and hopefully he hit his deadline, I got the feeling if he didn’t the world was going to end and we don’t want that do we???
Had my monthly check up from the neck up at the hospital yesterday (they didn’t rush me out) and have been passed fit for another month which is nice – it does mean I’m OK to do the 100 miles though!! The training has taken a bit of a hit recently as I’ve had some side effects from the drugs that have prevented me from running but I’m back on track now and racking up the miles. Still don’t get that endorphin high and find it incredibly hard work but it will be worth it I’m sure.
Next week I’m off to ‘that London’ as the patient advocate on the initial NICE appraisal of Vemurafenib. This is where they try and decide if the drug should be introduced as part of the standard NHS treatment for Melanoma. It’s all assessed on a cost v benefit basis so fingers crossed – at the end of the day I understand that the NHS pot is only so big but without the drug I’d probably not be here now, so what price a life? And being particularly selfish, what price my life? Should be interesting. I’ll keep you posted. Firstly though I’ve got to try and decipher the documentation they have sent through to me as preparation for the meeting – I don’t understand half the words let alone what they’re saying.
The whole fundraising thing is going OK – I’ve hit my £1000 sponsorship which I’d set myself and there’s still a few weeks to go, so hopefully I’ll smash that and I know that lots of you lovely people have been donating on line so big thanks. If you haven’t sponsored us yet I know you will (you will won’t you) and to be honest why hang around, do it now. It’ll give you a nice warm feeling and help people just like me, now that’s got to be worth a few quid hasn’t it? Cheers you good people.
Anyway before I sign off here it is (groan) and finally……..
An overweight young lad decided to sign up for a weight loss program complete with personal trainer. It was explained to him that an essential part of the training was a run each morning at 6:00 a.m.
Determined to take it seriously he went to bed, setting his alarm for five thirty so when the door bell rang the next morning, he’s up, dressed and ready to go. Upon opening his front door he is confronted by the most beautiful blonde he has ever seen. She’s tall, very well endowed above a slim waist with long graceful legs. Dressed in a small pair of running shorts and a halter that can barely contain her, she smiles seductively and says, “If you can catch me, you can have me” turns and runs off at a very fast pace.
This continues every morning.
After three (very frustrating) weeks the young man begins to get in shape and can almost keep up with her, in fact he just about touches her shorts but can’t hang on. However, he thinks, tomorrow will be the big day, I’ll catch her and have her.
He barely sleeps that night waiting in eager anticipation.
The next morning, the bell rings precisely at 6:00 am. He runs downstairs to the door and throws it open. There stands a huge burley woman, at least six feet five inches in height and over 250 pounds. She’s muscled up like a plough ox and has a large wart amid her facial hair. She grins and says, “Hi, I’m your new trainer. If I can catch you, I can have you!”
Keep on keeping on people.