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| About as interesting as the scenery got between York and Royston |
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| Taking a breather in Royston |
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| Nearly there.... |
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There!! |
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The lovely Claudine who was a massive help with the challenge! |
Thursday, 23 September 2010
Photos from Day 3 (Lincoln to Upton park)
Wednesday, 22 September 2010
Day 3 - Lincoln to Upton Park (AKA - He's only guided me onto the North Circular!!)
It's safe to say that I was at my lowest point on Monday evening. Every part of me hurt. My head was mashed! I couldn't see how I could cycle the next day.
I woke up on Tuesday morning and felt dreadful. I had a sore throat, my eyes felt dry and my nose was blocked....and then I tried to get out of bed. I met my dad for breakfast and he immediately said "You don't look good."
Just before 7am I set off from the hotel. The cathedral looked amazing with a red sky behind it (shepherd's warning?). "This is fine. It's flat around these parts." I told myself as I set off. And then I hit a steep hill which lead out of Lincoln. The first stretch down to Sleaford was a slog. It was more or less a straight road along featureless countryside. Unfortunately, the stretch between Sleaford and Peterborough was exactly the same. The only feature of note along the way was seeing the massive XM607 Vulcan bomber outside RAF Waddington. This was the bomber which first bombed Stanley Airport in the Falklands War (I strongly recommend the book Vulcan 607 which gives a superb account of the bombing raid).
Thankfully I decided to ride with my iPod so I had a bit of noise distraction. Having some pacey dance music playing helped me keep my pace up. By the time I got to Peterborough I had loosened up, was moving a lot more freely and was keeping a nice pace. It was a bit hairy through Peterborough on the dual carriageways but thankfully I made it through to the other side and onto the minor road which runs parallel to the A1(M).
From this point, the journey was broken up into shorter sections between points. I was at Huntington and Godmanchester in no time at all and then onto Royston. Again, the countryside was largely featureless and flat. However, the closer to Royston I got, the more hills there were. And this was a welcome distraction and added a bit of variation to the monotony of the constant straight and flat roads.
A fish and chip lunch in Royston (where there was a heavy police presence owing to what appeared to be a ram-raid on a bank) was a welcome break. This was the 90 mile point of the day, and unlike yesterday, I felt fresh. I think the adrenaline was kicking in. After a half hour break 2 cyclists went past and appeared to be heading in my direction onto the A10. I changed the playlist on the iPod to something a bit more "cheesy" and hopped on the bike. I had a sneaking suspicion that as I had descended a long hill into Royston there might be a climb out of the town....but I wasn't expecting the hill I had to negotiate. Luckily, the 2 cyclists I saw go past earlier were ahead of me. It was like having pace setters and it helped pull me up to the summit.
Now I had the bit between my teeth and nothing was going to stop me. The A10 was busy and there were a lot of HGVs out. Throughout the planning of the route I had tried my best to avoid dual-carriageways however the A10 north of the village of Puckeridge was unavoidable. I decided the best option was to pedal as fast as I could and get off there as quickly as possible. I then turned off onto the old A10 and followed it to Ware in Hertfordshire. The ride was now becoming less of a struggle and slog and more of an enjoyable ride. I started to take note of what was around me, appreciating the weather and generally having fun. The route was no a good mixture of downhill sections and steeper uphill gradients. Approaching Wadesmill I started to descend a hill, got my head down and went for it. Hitting 40mph and sweeping around a few bends into the village, I was finally enjoying things.
Ware was the start of, what to me, was the beginning of the urban landscape that would eventually lead to London. It had the look and feel of London suburbia. It was stop start stop through traffic lights and junctions. A few more climbs up through Hoddesdon, Cheshunt and Waltham Cross and I was starting to feel the end in sight. I was about 15 miles away and close to a final rendez-vous with dad who arranged to meet me at Waltham Abbey.
The idea was to follow dad into London and to Upton Park. I set the sat nav up for him, and off dad went. This was the final push and I was like a man possessed. I felt sorry for dad because he was constantly driving off, pulling over, waiting for me and then driving off again. I was averaging 20+mph, pushing on and full of energy. And then coming over the crest of a hill, I caught my first glimpse of London. In the distance I could see the skyline of The City. I was there. I was so close.
Dad was patient waiting for me to catch up. As we approached a roundabout I could see the choice was go left and up a steep hill to Chingford or right to Walthamstow. When I was planning the route my preferred choice was Chingford as it look more direct and the roads looked friendlier. However, I saw the warning on the sign indicating a steep incline. I was hoping dad wouldn't indicate left. Nothing. And then as he got to the roundabout he indicated right to Walthamstow. "Yes!!" I accelerated and caught him up just after the roundabout and gave him the thumbs up.
"You ok?" I could see him mouth. "Perfect!!" was my reply.
And then it happened. Dad was relying on the sat nav. London has changed a lot since he moved to Newcastle from East Ham in 1972. The last time he was in the east end was 21 years earlier. So, with dad being a bit unfamiliar, he duly followed its every direction. I saw the sign ahead but thought, "Nah. He wouldn't" But he did. Onto the North Circular....in the rush hour! I white cycling shorts!!! It was probably no more than 1 mile but I have never been so scared. There were cars coming at me from all directions. I have never cycled so fast!! I could see an underpass coming up and no sign of dad! So I took the next exit and there he was at the roundabout waiting at the traffic lights. I knew where I was...Walthamstow Dog Track. From there it was easy, through "The Stow", Leyton and Stratford, tailing dad all the way. Every so often I'd give them thumbs up to say I was ok, which was misunderstood at one set of traffic lights when a passer by asked if he had nearly run me over and that I should "chin him".
At Stratford, I left dad. He followed the sat nav and I went on to see my nan's old flats...only to find that they've been knocked down which hit me hard. I had so many great memories of summers spent there when I was younger. And now it's gone!
Onto Romford Road, a wrong turn onto Upton Lane and a quick detour down some back streets onto Green Street and there it was. The roof of the West Stand at Upton Park. I was there. Do I sprint the last bit or not. I decided to savour it and coasted in. I was still unsure about what to expect. There had been no word from West Ham United. But at least dad would be there......
Wrong! No sign of dad. Claudine from Cancer Research UK was there and was a sight for sore eyes. Bottles of water, lucazade, nut bars, everything!!! I was gobsmacked. I had my own welcome party/cheerleader! And I felt really bad for being a bit "snappy" with Claudine on the phone last week when discussing the Great North Run. And then she hit me with the news I was waiting for. "I've spoken to security and they've decided to let you go into the ground by the pitch". I could have cried! But we had a problem...where the hell was dad??
15 minutes later I called him. "I'm on Green Street outside the front of the stadium". Um, no he wasn't. And there he was, walking in through the John Lyall Gates. But where was the car? I had forgotten that the last time Dad had been to Upton Park was 1989 and it was before the stadium had been rebuilt and there was nothing outside the ground other than a school and portakabin (the club shop). So he'd parked in a back street (after taking the wrong turn and deciding to have a look at the house he grew up in - I can forgive him for that).
We made our way into the West Stand and were escorted down the players tunnel and out to the pitch....I had done it. 140 miles and this was the most appropriate end of the 3 days, under the gaze of Bobby himself. Dad was in awe. He didn't recognise the ground. I crashed out on the club crest by the pitch. It was time to savour the moment. It was great. Photos taken we were shown around the dressing rooms and had a good chat with the security guard who was a complete gentleman, giving us facts about what happens on match day etc. I didn't want to leave.
Eventually we headed off, said goodbye to Claudine and headed back to the car. Truth be told, it hadn't sunk in. I had done it but I couldn't appreciate it. The bike was slung in the back of the car and I drove to our hotel near Stansted Airport (with a bit of a commentary from dad as we drove along Barking Road, "I saw Roy Orbison when that was a cinema. The Beatles were the support act" as we went past a Mecca Bingo hall).
And that was the 3 days. Plenty of ups and downs, fluctuations of emotions. Blood, sweat and tears. But I had done it, and it felt good.
I woke up on Tuesday morning and felt dreadful. I had a sore throat, my eyes felt dry and my nose was blocked....and then I tried to get out of bed. I met my dad for breakfast and he immediately said "You don't look good."
Just before 7am I set off from the hotel. The cathedral looked amazing with a red sky behind it (shepherd's warning?). "This is fine. It's flat around these parts." I told myself as I set off. And then I hit a steep hill which lead out of Lincoln. The first stretch down to Sleaford was a slog. It was more or less a straight road along featureless countryside. Unfortunately, the stretch between Sleaford and Peterborough was exactly the same. The only feature of note along the way was seeing the massive XM607 Vulcan bomber outside RAF Waddington. This was the bomber which first bombed Stanley Airport in the Falklands War (I strongly recommend the book Vulcan 607 which gives a superb account of the bombing raid).
Thankfully I decided to ride with my iPod so I had a bit of noise distraction. Having some pacey dance music playing helped me keep my pace up. By the time I got to Peterborough I had loosened up, was moving a lot more freely and was keeping a nice pace. It was a bit hairy through Peterborough on the dual carriageways but thankfully I made it through to the other side and onto the minor road which runs parallel to the A1(M).
From this point, the journey was broken up into shorter sections between points. I was at Huntington and Godmanchester in no time at all and then onto Royston. Again, the countryside was largely featureless and flat. However, the closer to Royston I got, the more hills there were. And this was a welcome distraction and added a bit of variation to the monotony of the constant straight and flat roads.
A fish and chip lunch in Royston (where there was a heavy police presence owing to what appeared to be a ram-raid on a bank) was a welcome break. This was the 90 mile point of the day, and unlike yesterday, I felt fresh. I think the adrenaline was kicking in. After a half hour break 2 cyclists went past and appeared to be heading in my direction onto the A10. I changed the playlist on the iPod to something a bit more "cheesy" and hopped on the bike. I had a sneaking suspicion that as I had descended a long hill into Royston there might be a climb out of the town....but I wasn't expecting the hill I had to negotiate. Luckily, the 2 cyclists I saw go past earlier were ahead of me. It was like having pace setters and it helped pull me up to the summit.
Now I had the bit between my teeth and nothing was going to stop me. The A10 was busy and there were a lot of HGVs out. Throughout the planning of the route I had tried my best to avoid dual-carriageways however the A10 north of the village of Puckeridge was unavoidable. I decided the best option was to pedal as fast as I could and get off there as quickly as possible. I then turned off onto the old A10 and followed it to Ware in Hertfordshire. The ride was now becoming less of a struggle and slog and more of an enjoyable ride. I started to take note of what was around me, appreciating the weather and generally having fun. The route was no a good mixture of downhill sections and steeper uphill gradients. Approaching Wadesmill I started to descend a hill, got my head down and went for it. Hitting 40mph and sweeping around a few bends into the village, I was finally enjoying things.
Ware was the start of, what to me, was the beginning of the urban landscape that would eventually lead to London. It had the look and feel of London suburbia. It was stop start stop through traffic lights and junctions. A few more climbs up through Hoddesdon, Cheshunt and Waltham Cross and I was starting to feel the end in sight. I was about 15 miles away and close to a final rendez-vous with dad who arranged to meet me at Waltham Abbey.
The idea was to follow dad into London and to Upton Park. I set the sat nav up for him, and off dad went. This was the final push and I was like a man possessed. I felt sorry for dad because he was constantly driving off, pulling over, waiting for me and then driving off again. I was averaging 20+mph, pushing on and full of energy. And then coming over the crest of a hill, I caught my first glimpse of London. In the distance I could see the skyline of The City. I was there. I was so close.
Dad was patient waiting for me to catch up. As we approached a roundabout I could see the choice was go left and up a steep hill to Chingford or right to Walthamstow. When I was planning the route my preferred choice was Chingford as it look more direct and the roads looked friendlier. However, I saw the warning on the sign indicating a steep incline. I was hoping dad wouldn't indicate left. Nothing. And then as he got to the roundabout he indicated right to Walthamstow. "Yes!!" I accelerated and caught him up just after the roundabout and gave him the thumbs up.
"You ok?" I could see him mouth. "Perfect!!" was my reply.
And then it happened. Dad was relying on the sat nav. London has changed a lot since he moved to Newcastle from East Ham in 1972. The last time he was in the east end was 21 years earlier. So, with dad being a bit unfamiliar, he duly followed its every direction. I saw the sign ahead but thought, "Nah. He wouldn't" But he did. Onto the North Circular....in the rush hour! I white cycling shorts!!! It was probably no more than 1 mile but I have never been so scared. There were cars coming at me from all directions. I have never cycled so fast!! I could see an underpass coming up and no sign of dad! So I took the next exit and there he was at the roundabout waiting at the traffic lights. I knew where I was...Walthamstow Dog Track. From there it was easy, through "The Stow", Leyton and Stratford, tailing dad all the way. Every so often I'd give them thumbs up to say I was ok, which was misunderstood at one set of traffic lights when a passer by asked if he had nearly run me over and that I should "chin him".
At Stratford, I left dad. He followed the sat nav and I went on to see my nan's old flats...only to find that they've been knocked down which hit me hard. I had so many great memories of summers spent there when I was younger. And now it's gone!
Onto Romford Road, a wrong turn onto Upton Lane and a quick detour down some back streets onto Green Street and there it was. The roof of the West Stand at Upton Park. I was there. Do I sprint the last bit or not. I decided to savour it and coasted in. I was still unsure about what to expect. There had been no word from West Ham United. But at least dad would be there......
Wrong! No sign of dad. Claudine from Cancer Research UK was there and was a sight for sore eyes. Bottles of water, lucazade, nut bars, everything!!! I was gobsmacked. I had my own welcome party/cheerleader! And I felt really bad for being a bit "snappy" with Claudine on the phone last week when discussing the Great North Run. And then she hit me with the news I was waiting for. "I've spoken to security and they've decided to let you go into the ground by the pitch". I could have cried! But we had a problem...where the hell was dad??
15 minutes later I called him. "I'm on Green Street outside the front of the stadium". Um, no he wasn't. And there he was, walking in through the John Lyall Gates. But where was the car? I had forgotten that the last time Dad had been to Upton Park was 1989 and it was before the stadium had been rebuilt and there was nothing outside the ground other than a school and portakabin (the club shop). So he'd parked in a back street (after taking the wrong turn and deciding to have a look at the house he grew up in - I can forgive him for that).
We made our way into the West Stand and were escorted down the players tunnel and out to the pitch....I had done it. 140 miles and this was the most appropriate end of the 3 days, under the gaze of Bobby himself. Dad was in awe. He didn't recognise the ground. I crashed out on the club crest by the pitch. It was time to savour the moment. It was great. Photos taken we were shown around the dressing rooms and had a good chat with the security guard who was a complete gentleman, giving us facts about what happens on match day etc. I didn't want to leave.
Eventually we headed off, said goodbye to Claudine and headed back to the car. Truth be told, it hadn't sunk in. I had done it but I couldn't appreciate it. The bike was slung in the back of the car and I drove to our hotel near Stansted Airport (with a bit of a commentary from dad as we drove along Barking Road, "I saw Roy Orbison when that was a cinema. The Beatles were the support act" as we went past a Mecca Bingo hall).
And that was the 3 days. Plenty of ups and downs, fluctuations of emotions. Blood, sweat and tears. But I had done it, and it felt good.
Monday, 20 September 2010
Day 2 Newcaslte to Lincoln
So, after the fun and games of the Great North Run came day 1 of the cycling between Newcastle and Lincoln.
I'd had a fairly good night's sleep only waking when the rain started hammering down outside at about 1am. Up at 5am I started ramming porridge and poached eggs down my throat, determined to make sure I had enough fuel onboard for the first 50-60miles or so.
We got to St James' Park just after 7am. I know dad was chirping away to me as we walked under the Milburn Stand to main reception but to be brutally honest, I'm not too sure what he was saying. I was too busy walking through the route in my head, where food stops were and where the main challenges for the day would be. After a quick pose for a photo (note the look of fear) I was ready to go.
I'd had a fairly good night's sleep only waking when the rain started hammering down outside at about 1am. Up at 5am I started ramming porridge and poached eggs down my throat, determined to make sure I had enough fuel onboard for the first 50-60miles or so.
We got to St James' Park just after 7am. I know dad was chirping away to me as we walked under the Milburn Stand to main reception but to be brutally honest, I'm not too sure what he was saying. I was too busy walking through the route in my head, where food stops were and where the main challenges for the day would be. After a quick pose for a photo (note the look of fear) I was ready to go.
I headed off through the quiet city centre and headed off to the Tyne Bridge. The traffic was solid but I nipped in and out of the queues. It felt odd crossing the river. Only yesterday I was running across the bridge with 50000 other runners cheered on by hundreds of people. Today, it was a completely different bridge.
Once off the bridge, I headed towards the flyover which would take me onto Durham Road and through Gateshead....and thats where the first mishap took place. Dropping down to the smaller gear the chain flipped off and sat limp...similar to what happened to Andy Schleck in this year Tour de France only in a more glamorous location. I quickly got the chain back on with minimal fuss and as I pushed off I noticed blood dripping from my thumb. Somehow (and I still don't know how I did it) I had sliced my thumbnail open. With dad still way back in the centre of Newcastle stuck in traffic I had to just keep going.
Once through Gateshead I was in my rhythm and felt fine. But I was aware that the wind was whipping around from the West...basically right across me. Not as bad as a full on head wind but it was still a struggle. Dad eventually went past me in Birtley and I signalled that I need 1st Aid which was duelly given.
And from there it was a relatively pleasant ride through to Thirsk. The A167 from Chester le Street was a fairly straight forward road to negotiate with a few steep climbs and some lovely downhill stretches. But it was on one of the climbs close to Spennymoor that I saw the most bizarre thing I have seen for a long time. A man was walking towards me in full Ancient Greek warrior costume (yup including the "skirt"). I couldn't help but stare. He just looked at me as said "Morning!". It was like what he was wearing was completely normal.
Heading into North Yorkshire I arrived at Northallerton and then a bit further on, Thirsk. So far, the ride was being broken up into nice little segments of cycling...but that was about to change. from Thirsk I headed onto the A19 to York. This was 22 miles of complete hell. The road surface for the majority of the ride down to York was appaling. The vibration through the bike was making me ache and with the wind swirling round, it was making for a very unpleasant ride.
York was an absolutely joy once I got there. Getting back into an urban setting where it was stop start stop was refreshing. But I didn't have time to admite the architecture etc. I was bang on schedule and wanted to push on. Unfortunately, the road down to Selby was just a bad as the road to York, and the wind was getting stronger. I knew that if I could get to Selby and then turn off towards Goole I would be fine as I would have a strong tailwind.
I had a food stop near Selby where dad was waiting for me. I felt awful as he was getting stern 1 word answers from me but my mind was firmly fixed on what was coming up. I had got to 90 miles and wanted to press on. I could see the huge Drax power station and the quite obvious torrential rain that surrounded it...and I was heading that way.
On the road to Goole my expected tailwind never materialised. The wind seemed to be gusting in from every direction! The drivers were mentalists giving me no room. The road surface was worse than anything I had experienced before. Basically I was complaining about everything. However, I had reached the 100mile mark...a huge milestone. Dad had told me that he would wait for me south of Goole (all along the route, dad was driving ahead of me and waiting at spots by the road to make sure I was ok). That seemed a long way away. It wasn't but it felt it.
On the way to Goole I got blown off the bike. Nothing serious. Just got a bit buffetted as a truck went past and ended up going into the verge...luckily there was no curb. And then I thought I'd missed a turning and added several miles onto my journey which did all sorts of things to my head. I was starting to think more and more negatively and couldn't snap myself out of it.
And then I get the phone call from dad.
Dad: I'm lost
Me: But you've got all the maps...and the sat nav.
D: I know but I've taken a wrong turn and ended up somewhere in Goole and I don't know how to use your sat nav.
Me: What can you see?
D: I'm parked by the sports centre.
Me: Wait there.
So I turned off my route and headed into Goole, with no idea of where I was going. I eventually found him and sorted the sat nav out. I'm quite pleased that happened as it was a healthy distraction.
But what was becoming more and more apparent was the pain in my back, hips and bum! The wind was getting stronger, the roads from Goole to Gainsborough and then to Lincoln was long drags with very little in the way of scenery. Looking out west the countryside was featureless and flat. Just farm land and nothing to act as a barrier from the wind.
It was becoming painful and not enjoyable and as a result not very interesting. The only saving grace was the road was virtually flat. And then I saw it, Lincoln Cathedral, perched onto of a hill like a beacon saying "You've only got THIS far to go". Lovely, but I had little left in the tank and couldn't pedal any fast than I could.
So, here I am. Sat in my room at the hotel in Lincoln. I've covered 159miles (a little less than anticipated thanks to dad working out a slightly shorter (and safer) route this morning. I've soaked in an ice cold bath which has helped my legs. I'm feeling tired and apprehensive tonight but looking forward to the ride down to London. Dad has done a quick calculation and thinks it should be about 132miles.
I'm absolutely goosed so I'm going to call it a day and head for bed!!
Until next time..
Sunday, 19 September 2010
As seen by Cheryl Baker!
So the ore we have it. Day 1 of the three day biathlon done. This was the one i was dreading...mainly because of the lack of training I had managed to out in after I turned my ankle in Ibiza. 7 miles training in 4 weeks wasn't good.
I got to the start area and took part in the warm up (and managed to kick a man in the face while doing the warm up). I got a bit emotional while waiting in my starting zone. I had time to reflect on everything and how the past 7 months training had brought me to this moment. My chin was wobbling a bit...but then the announcer started telling us about the servicemen who were taking part, some of them amputees. That was me gone! I managed to pull it together, started to concentrate on what was ahead, the gun went and then "Local Hero" blasted out over the tannoy system....gone again!
My aim was to get to the half way point without stopping and then any further after that was a bonus. It's difficult to take a steady pace when everyone is going like the clappers at the start and you've got the crowd urging you on. I decided the best option was to pick someone out who was running at my preferred pace and stick with them. It worked perfectly for the first 2 miles. The pace was perfect, but I could feel my right calf pulling a bit....I'd been having problems with my calf for a few days now but I decided to try and run it off. Everything else felt fine. My breathing was perfect, the knees were good and more important I was happy.
I decided before the race to take the lower level of the Central Motorway as it is more or less level as compared to the climb onto the top level. And it was on the Central Motorway where it happened. There ahead of me was a woman in a black t-shirt and on the back of the t-shirt i big silver writing was "Cheryl Baker". I gradually caught up and as I pulled level look to my right. Yup, it was Cheryl Baker of Bucks Fizz and Record Breakers fame. Wow!! I was dumbstruck! She looked at me and said "Alright?!" and smiled. "I am now Cheryl. Have a good run" I said as I went past. "You too sweetheart". Cheryl Baker called me sweetheart!!!!!
Anyway, off I went, over the Tyne Bridge, past Gateshead Stadium and up the long, long hill between the 3 and 6 mile point. Horrible!!! I noticed as we approached the Heworth Roundabout just short of the 5 mile mark than everyone was silent. The joviality had gone. This was serious and hurting everyone! We were helping each other up to the 6 mile mark. The pace was still fast as I was starting from near the front. I saw the sign saying "Half way" and thought, "Jesus, I'm half way!! I've got to run all that again. But I feel good"
There were helpful distractions along the way. A man running in just a nappy break dancing in front of one of the bands and then running backwards and forwards slapping as many hands as possible was just brilliant. He raised a smile when it started to hurt.
Literally bumping into another runner running for the Bobby Moore Fund (and fellow West Ham Supporter) was great. Having somebody to chat with for a few miles was just the tonic. We parted and around the 8 mile mark I bumped into another guy running for the charity and thats when it hit home...this is why I'm doing this.
We got chatting, naturally about football. He was a season ticket holder at Manchester United, but Bobby Moore is a hero of his and the charity meant so much as he had suffered from bowel cancer. He got the all clear last year after fighting it for 10 years. And this was the 15th time he had run the Great North Run....the only times he didn't run was when he was undergoing chemo. I had full and total respect for him.
I ploughed on ahead climbing the long gradual gradient that takes you from the 8 miles mark to the steep decent to the coast at 12 miles. It was at this point that you started to see people dropping. One guy was being helped by the St John's Ambulance folk. He looked completely spaced. It was frightening. This was the point where the crowd came into their own. the encouragement was awesome. Oranges were being dished out, ice lollies were being snapped up and one running club were dishing out beer!!!
At the 10.5mile mark I noticed my calf was playing up again but the pain was getting unbearable. Climbing up the gradually steepening hill it was getting worse. "Just get to 11 miles and see how we are". Past 11 miles I was still running but with less comfort. At 11.5miles I couldn't take the pain any more. I had to drop to a walk and try and stretch it out. I headed over to a shower to cool down and as I came out I got a tap on the shoulder and it was the Man Utd supporter. "Come on!! You can't stop now".
I got going again, changing my stride pattern to suit and to reduce the pain. Down to the coast and onto the long drag to the finish, my new pal was urging me on, coaxing me all the way. When we got to half a mile or so to go, he shouted "Go". I looked at him and he stared at me and shouted "Go!", so I did. Gritting my teeth all the way.
I wasn't exactly steaming along but I could see the finish getting ever closer but people were dropping like flies. There was a man sprawled out on the pavement getting attention...one woman had fainted and was being tended too.
I go to the finish with chin wobbling. "Get a grip....you've done this twice before". I knew I had done it in under 2 hours so I was delighted. With my medal proudly displayed around my neck I made my way to the Cancer Research tent. My kids George and Charlotte saw me and ran. I could feel myself getting a bit emotional but when I heard George shout "DADDY WON!!!" I sank to my knees sobbing. It was the best cuddle I have ever got from my kids! It took all the pain away.
Inside the tent I grabbed any food I could get my hands on and rammed it down my throat (to be honest, I've not stopped eating all day! Not long after, the heavens opened and we walked back to the Shields Ferry in a torrential downpour...but it was great!
Back home now, I'm a bit fragile but I'm ready for tomorrow. I'm under now illusion that it's going to be hell but the weather looks good and I'm looking forward to it. Me and the bike!
Right, thats me done for today! I'm shattered!!
I got to the start area and took part in the warm up (and managed to kick a man in the face while doing the warm up). I got a bit emotional while waiting in my starting zone. I had time to reflect on everything and how the past 7 months training had brought me to this moment. My chin was wobbling a bit...but then the announcer started telling us about the servicemen who were taking part, some of them amputees. That was me gone! I managed to pull it together, started to concentrate on what was ahead, the gun went and then "Local Hero" blasted out over the tannoy system....gone again!
My aim was to get to the half way point without stopping and then any further after that was a bonus. It's difficult to take a steady pace when everyone is going like the clappers at the start and you've got the crowd urging you on. I decided the best option was to pick someone out who was running at my preferred pace and stick with them. It worked perfectly for the first 2 miles. The pace was perfect, but I could feel my right calf pulling a bit....I'd been having problems with my calf for a few days now but I decided to try and run it off. Everything else felt fine. My breathing was perfect, the knees were good and more important I was happy.
I decided before the race to take the lower level of the Central Motorway as it is more or less level as compared to the climb onto the top level. And it was on the Central Motorway where it happened. There ahead of me was a woman in a black t-shirt and on the back of the t-shirt i big silver writing was "Cheryl Baker". I gradually caught up and as I pulled level look to my right. Yup, it was Cheryl Baker of Bucks Fizz and Record Breakers fame. Wow!! I was dumbstruck! She looked at me and said "Alright?!" and smiled. "I am now Cheryl. Have a good run" I said as I went past. "You too sweetheart". Cheryl Baker called me sweetheart!!!!!
Anyway, off I went, over the Tyne Bridge, past Gateshead Stadium and up the long, long hill between the 3 and 6 mile point. Horrible!!! I noticed as we approached the Heworth Roundabout just short of the 5 mile mark than everyone was silent. The joviality had gone. This was serious and hurting everyone! We were helping each other up to the 6 mile mark. The pace was still fast as I was starting from near the front. I saw the sign saying "Half way" and thought, "Jesus, I'm half way!! I've got to run all that again. But I feel good"
There were helpful distractions along the way. A man running in just a nappy break dancing in front of one of the bands and then running backwards and forwards slapping as many hands as possible was just brilliant. He raised a smile when it started to hurt.
Literally bumping into another runner running for the Bobby Moore Fund (and fellow West Ham Supporter) was great. Having somebody to chat with for a few miles was just the tonic. We parted and around the 8 mile mark I bumped into another guy running for the charity and thats when it hit home...this is why I'm doing this.
We got chatting, naturally about football. He was a season ticket holder at Manchester United, but Bobby Moore is a hero of his and the charity meant so much as he had suffered from bowel cancer. He got the all clear last year after fighting it for 10 years. And this was the 15th time he had run the Great North Run....the only times he didn't run was when he was undergoing chemo. I had full and total respect for him.
I ploughed on ahead climbing the long gradual gradient that takes you from the 8 miles mark to the steep decent to the coast at 12 miles. It was at this point that you started to see people dropping. One guy was being helped by the St John's Ambulance folk. He looked completely spaced. It was frightening. This was the point where the crowd came into their own. the encouragement was awesome. Oranges were being dished out, ice lollies were being snapped up and one running club were dishing out beer!!!
At the 10.5mile mark I noticed my calf was playing up again but the pain was getting unbearable. Climbing up the gradually steepening hill it was getting worse. "Just get to 11 miles and see how we are". Past 11 miles I was still running but with less comfort. At 11.5miles I couldn't take the pain any more. I had to drop to a walk and try and stretch it out. I headed over to a shower to cool down and as I came out I got a tap on the shoulder and it was the Man Utd supporter. "Come on!! You can't stop now".
I got going again, changing my stride pattern to suit and to reduce the pain. Down to the coast and onto the long drag to the finish, my new pal was urging me on, coaxing me all the way. When we got to half a mile or so to go, he shouted "Go". I looked at him and he stared at me and shouted "Go!", so I did. Gritting my teeth all the way.
I wasn't exactly steaming along but I could see the finish getting ever closer but people were dropping like flies. There was a man sprawled out on the pavement getting attention...one woman had fainted and was being tended too.
I go to the finish with chin wobbling. "Get a grip....you've done this twice before". I knew I had done it in under 2 hours so I was delighted. With my medal proudly displayed around my neck I made my way to the Cancer Research tent. My kids George and Charlotte saw me and ran. I could feel myself getting a bit emotional but when I heard George shout "DADDY WON!!!" I sank to my knees sobbing. It was the best cuddle I have ever got from my kids! It took all the pain away.
Inside the tent I grabbed any food I could get my hands on and rammed it down my throat (to be honest, I've not stopped eating all day! Not long after, the heavens opened and we walked back to the Shields Ferry in a torrential downpour...but it was great!
Back home now, I'm a bit fragile but I'm ready for tomorrow. I'm under now illusion that it's going to be hell but the weather looks good and I'm looking forward to it. Me and the bike!
Right, thats me done for today! I'm shattered!!
Saturday, 18 September 2010
A Huge Thank You To....
Well, this time tomorrow I would have finished part one of the biathlon. It's been an interesting week...a trying week shall we say. Anyway, I thought I'd take this opportunity to say thank you to those people who have helped me over the past few months. In no particular order:
Anyway, there's no turning back now. I'm scared to be honest. It's going to hurt but I'm bloody well determined to do this and raise money in memory of such a great man.
VIVA BOBBY MOORE!!!!
- Emma Pollard
- Sara Fisher
- Antonia Pellegrino and the folks at Be-Fit
- Paul, Debbie and Claudine at Cancer Research UK
- The West Ham Supporters especially the folks on KUMB.com
- The Newcastle United Supporters who have been brilliant in their support for me and basically stuck 2 fingers up at the small minded folks who said nobody in the North East would be interested in the Bobby Moore Fund for Cancer Research UK
- Gordon Woodhead for his invaluable cycling advice
- And everyone who has sponsored me so far and given me encouragement when I've been at my lowest points
Anyway, there's no turning back now. I'm scared to be honest. It's going to hurt but I'm bloody well determined to do this and raise money in memory of such a great man.
VIVA BOBBY MOORE!!!!
Monday, 13 September 2010
Nerves setting in
So with a little under a week to go, the nerves are setting in. The seeds of doubt are there...have I trained enough, have I bitten off more than I can chew??
I know this is going to hurt. The longest stage of this years Tour de France was 5 miles less than what my first day of cycling will be. Believe me, I've trained. I've trained really hard. But I'm worried I haven't done enough.
6am, 5 days a week since May I've been heading to the gym working on strength and stamina. And from that side of things I have seen the benefits. I am stronger, I am a hell of a lot fitter. I am leaner. My friends and family have all noticed the difference in my shape and appearance. Which is good, but is it enough to get me down to Lincoln on the first day?
I've been doing a lot of cycling. But have I done enough. I'm finding 50-80 miles is easy enough now, but I've rarely gone above 100 miles. My technique on the bike is a lot better. I'm more flexible and can get right down on the bars. I'm more efficient in my pedalling and use of gears so I'm using less energy. So yes I suppose I am ready.
There is a bit of mind games I'm playing with myself. Positive Mental Attitude. I keep telling myself I can do this. I've started talking to myself when I'm cycling. I get some great looks from passers by. I've taken a lot of inspiration after reading Lance Armstrong's "Every second counts". He is famously quoted as saying "Pain is temporary. Quitting lasts forever". However, in the book he talks about the phrase "No Chain", a phrase the US Postal Service Team used a lot in the Tour de France in 2003. Basically, the idea is that with no chain, it's very easy to pedal. So when the call went out to a team member "hows it going", the response was "No chain!" i.e. I'm finding this easy! So when it gets tough, I keep telling myself "No Chain"...and do you know what, it works. It actually makes me chuckle when I do it to which helps.
I had my final training ride at the weekend. I took the bike down to my friends farm in Oxfordshire. I had a lovely ride through the Chilton's. Only 40ish miles but a lot of steep, long hills....which I will not have in either day of the cycling part of the biathlon. By the time I had finished I wanted to do more. It was windy, it was raining but I loved it. So maybe I am ready.
However, the running is proving a problem. My ankle still isn't right. I've done a few 2-3 mile runs but the ankle just isn't right. I can't put the pressure on I could before. I definitely won't be going for a pacey time on Sunday in the Great North Run. However, I was up to 8 miles before I damaged the ankle so I am sure I will be ok.
So, maybe I am ready....or ready as I ever will be.
In terms of publicity, its not been too bad. Northumberland Gazette, News Guardian in North Tyneside and the Newham Recorder in London have picked up the story. And my friends and family have been amazing.
I'm still disappointed with the lack of response from both West Ham United and Newcastle United. As I've said before, I don't want fan fairs etc, I just want access to the pitches to get a photo done and start and end the bike ride properly. I definitely don't want to finish 2 days and 300 miles of cycling only to get to the front doors of Upton Park, not get any further and then go "Well, that's that then" and go home.
I remember when I cycled the 20 premiership grounds in 2007 I had a similar lack of response from West Ham and I remember cycling down Green Street on my final day, overcome with the emotion of 2 weeks of cycling, unsure of what to expect at the ground. Luckily, unbeknown to me, the Corporate Chef at Upton Park, Keith Ross, had been following my progress and welcomed me, showing me around and generally giving me an absolutely mind blowing finale.
I don't expect the same but I'm hoping and praying Bobby's up there watching and shining down on Upton Park on Tuesday 21st for me.
So that's where I am. I'm itching to get started. I just hope this wind dies down by next Monday.
Finally, I encourage everyone reading this to visit my fundraising page and sponsor me....I'm still a long way from my £3000 target. www.justgiving.com/bobbymoorebiathlon
Until next time....
I know this is going to hurt. The longest stage of this years Tour de France was 5 miles less than what my first day of cycling will be. Believe me, I've trained. I've trained really hard. But I'm worried I haven't done enough.
6am, 5 days a week since May I've been heading to the gym working on strength and stamina. And from that side of things I have seen the benefits. I am stronger, I am a hell of a lot fitter. I am leaner. My friends and family have all noticed the difference in my shape and appearance. Which is good, but is it enough to get me down to Lincoln on the first day?
I've been doing a lot of cycling. But have I done enough. I'm finding 50-80 miles is easy enough now, but I've rarely gone above 100 miles. My technique on the bike is a lot better. I'm more flexible and can get right down on the bars. I'm more efficient in my pedalling and use of gears so I'm using less energy. So yes I suppose I am ready.
There is a bit of mind games I'm playing with myself. Positive Mental Attitude. I keep telling myself I can do this. I've started talking to myself when I'm cycling. I get some great looks from passers by. I've taken a lot of inspiration after reading Lance Armstrong's "Every second counts". He is famously quoted as saying "Pain is temporary. Quitting lasts forever". However, in the book he talks about the phrase "No Chain", a phrase the US Postal Service Team used a lot in the Tour de France in 2003. Basically, the idea is that with no chain, it's very easy to pedal. So when the call went out to a team member "hows it going", the response was "No chain!" i.e. I'm finding this easy! So when it gets tough, I keep telling myself "No Chain"...and do you know what, it works. It actually makes me chuckle when I do it to which helps.
I had my final training ride at the weekend. I took the bike down to my friends farm in Oxfordshire. I had a lovely ride through the Chilton's. Only 40ish miles but a lot of steep, long hills....which I will not have in either day of the cycling part of the biathlon. By the time I had finished I wanted to do more. It was windy, it was raining but I loved it. So maybe I am ready.
However, the running is proving a problem. My ankle still isn't right. I've done a few 2-3 mile runs but the ankle just isn't right. I can't put the pressure on I could before. I definitely won't be going for a pacey time on Sunday in the Great North Run. However, I was up to 8 miles before I damaged the ankle so I am sure I will be ok.
So, maybe I am ready....or ready as I ever will be.
In terms of publicity, its not been too bad. Northumberland Gazette, News Guardian in North Tyneside and the Newham Recorder in London have picked up the story. And my friends and family have been amazing.
I'm still disappointed with the lack of response from both West Ham United and Newcastle United. As I've said before, I don't want fan fairs etc, I just want access to the pitches to get a photo done and start and end the bike ride properly. I definitely don't want to finish 2 days and 300 miles of cycling only to get to the front doors of Upton Park, not get any further and then go "Well, that's that then" and go home.
I remember when I cycled the 20 premiership grounds in 2007 I had a similar lack of response from West Ham and I remember cycling down Green Street on my final day, overcome with the emotion of 2 weeks of cycling, unsure of what to expect at the ground. Luckily, unbeknown to me, the Corporate Chef at Upton Park, Keith Ross, had been following my progress and welcomed me, showing me around and generally giving me an absolutely mind blowing finale.
I don't expect the same but I'm hoping and praying Bobby's up there watching and shining down on Upton Park on Tuesday 21st for me.
So that's where I am. I'm itching to get started. I just hope this wind dies down by next Monday.
Finally, I encourage everyone reading this to visit my fundraising page and sponsor me....I'm still a long way from my £3000 target. www.justgiving.com/bobbymoorebiathlon
Until next time....
Friday, 3 September 2010
Hitting the Press
With just over 2 weeks to go I've spent the past few evenings frantically contacting as many media/press types as possible to try and get publicity for the biathlon. And it hasn't been all my own doing. 3 people in particular have been amazing,
My two good friends Emma Pollard and Sara Fisher have helped me prepare the press release and point me in the right directions to try and get press coverage. I owe you two big style.
And then there's Jeremy Nicholas. A chance comment by a fellow West Ham supporter prompted me to contact Jeremy who to his credit responded almost immediately. I told my wife and she said "Who's Jeremy Nicholas?" I laughed and said the immortal words "This is a staff announcement, Mr Moon has left the stadium". She then realised who I was talking about For those who don't know, Jeremy is the match-day announcer at The Boleyn Ground and every so often there is the announcement that Mr Moon has left the stadium
Jeremy has kindly plugged my story on his blog http://mrmoonhasleftthestadium.blogspot.com/ and pointed me in the right direction with West Ham.
So, the press release has gone out and straight away The News Guardian in Whitley Bay have picked up the story and will be sending a photographer to do some shots and the Newham Recorder in East London has done the same. Result!!
Also, through the power of Twitter, I've been getting other pointers as to where to send the story. So I'm now feeling very happy with things.
I've had a few more sponsorship/donations come in so I'm edging nearer and nearer the £1000 mark.
I would also like to thank both the Newcastle United fans and the West Ham fans who have shown their support recently. It means a hell of a lot and gives me a massive bit of encouragement as I get through the last couple of weeks of training. I honestly couldn't do it without you.
My two good friends Emma Pollard and Sara Fisher have helped me prepare the press release and point me in the right directions to try and get press coverage. I owe you two big style.
And then there's Jeremy Nicholas. A chance comment by a fellow West Ham supporter prompted me to contact Jeremy who to his credit responded almost immediately. I told my wife and she said "Who's Jeremy Nicholas?" I laughed and said the immortal words "This is a staff announcement, Mr Moon has left the stadium". She then realised who I was talking about For those who don't know, Jeremy is the match-day announcer at The Boleyn Ground and every so often there is the announcement that Mr Moon has left the stadium
Jeremy has kindly plugged my story on his blog http://mrmoonhasleftthestadium.blogspot.com/ and pointed me in the right direction with West Ham.
So, the press release has gone out and straight away The News Guardian in Whitley Bay have picked up the story and will be sending a photographer to do some shots and the Newham Recorder in East London has done the same. Result!!
Also, through the power of Twitter, I've been getting other pointers as to where to send the story. So I'm now feeling very happy with things.
I've had a few more sponsorship/donations come in so I'm edging nearer and nearer the £1000 mark.
I would also like to thank both the Newcastle United fans and the West Ham fans who have shown their support recently. It means a hell of a lot and gives me a massive bit of encouragement as I get through the last couple of weeks of training. I honestly couldn't do it without you.
Wednesday, 1 September 2010
Introducing....
I thought it was about time I introduce the bike, my trusty sidekick which I will be intimately spending 2 days with. I've estimated that I will probably be in the saddle around 10-12 hours on the Monday (Newcastle to Lincoln) and 8-10 hours on the Tuesday (Lincoln to London). Luckily I've invested in some decent cycling shorts.
I've done nearly 1000 miles on the bike in the past 9 months in preparation and thanks to the guys at Start Cycles in North Shields, the bike has been stripped, cleaned and serviced ready for the off.
I've got one more long training planned which will be down in the Chilterns next weekend and then it's light cycling just to keep the joints fluid.
I've done nearly 1000 miles on the bike in the past 9 months in preparation and thanks to the guys at Start Cycles in North Shields, the bike has been stripped, cleaned and serviced ready for the off.
I've got one more long training planned which will be down in the Chilterns next weekend and then it's light cycling just to keep the joints fluid.
Minor setbacks and all that
It became apparent to me last week that I may have been overdoing things slightly. While keeping focused on training and preparing it dawned on me as I lay on a sun lounger in Ibiza that I was physically shattered. 6.30am gym sessions 5 times a week with long training rides at the weekends, shorter sprints midweek and the occasional running session whilst fitting in my 9-5 job and family over the past 5 months was taking its toll.
Some would argue that a week away so close to the biathlon isn't the most sensible thing to do but in hindsight I think it was the perfect thing to do. My initial intention was to have a morning run each day through the resort. This went to plan on the first day, however fate was to make it's move...and what a good move it was too.
Picture the scene...I'm sat on the terrace watching my kids join in with the party games on stage at the resort while reflecting on our first day in Ibiza. I had already nabbed our favourite spot by the pool (at 4am!!!!!), I had done a 2.5mile run in searing heat, played football for an hour, done a bit of swimming and generally had fun with Jo and the kids.
Zorro, the resort entertainer started the main event for the night, You Bet. I decided I wouldn't be one of the contestants but if there were any games I could get involved in, then sure, I'd be there. And then it happened. He bet one of the contestants that they could get 15 of the audience to make 15 paper airplanes which would fly beyond the 5 row of tables. THIS ONE IS FOR ME!!!!
I was there like a shot...I wasn't exactly running...more a fast walk. As I approached the stage a man walked in front of me, i shifted my weight to one side and then the numb, sickening pain went straight through me. I had managed to turn my left ankle right over...it was all split second stuff.
I sat down for a few minutes (while making my paper airplane which for the record didn't go past the 1st row of tables) and then made my way back to our table. The pain subsided and I carried on for the rest of the evening, sitting out any other invitations to get involved, before retiring to our room and bed.
At 4am I woke in agony. So much so that I began to vomit. I couldn't put any weight on my foot, I couldn't walk. The pain was similar to when I broke my wrist a few years back. Jo was anxious and wanted to call the 24hour rep line. I decided (in typical bloke fashion) to take some pain killers, and try to sleep with my foot cushioned by a beach towel. I honestly thought I had broken it.
The next morning I got up and was still having problems but I was able to walk although with limited movement. By that point I knew I hadn't broken it but was advised to rest, get ice on it and elevate it. And that's what I did. For 3 days I did nothing but lay by the pool. And do you know what, I'm glad I did. I've got back refreshed, rested and ready to put the finally 3 weeks of training in. I'm still not ready for any form of serious running but I know that come hell or high water I'll get around the 13.1miles of the Great North Run. Fingers crossed though I'll be ready to resume running this weekend.
I would like to have been past the £1000 mark by now on then fundraising side of things but hey ho...I'll keep plugging the biathlon and fundraising page in the hope that the sponsorships keep coming in.
http://www,justgiving.com/bobbymoorebiathlon
Until next time....
Some would argue that a week away so close to the biathlon isn't the most sensible thing to do but in hindsight I think it was the perfect thing to do. My initial intention was to have a morning run each day through the resort. This went to plan on the first day, however fate was to make it's move...and what a good move it was too.
Picture the scene...I'm sat on the terrace watching my kids join in with the party games on stage at the resort while reflecting on our first day in Ibiza. I had already nabbed our favourite spot by the pool (at 4am!!!!!), I had done a 2.5mile run in searing heat, played football for an hour, done a bit of swimming and generally had fun with Jo and the kids.
Zorro, the resort entertainer started the main event for the night, You Bet. I decided I wouldn't be one of the contestants but if there were any games I could get involved in, then sure, I'd be there. And then it happened. He bet one of the contestants that they could get 15 of the audience to make 15 paper airplanes which would fly beyond the 5 row of tables. THIS ONE IS FOR ME!!!!
I was there like a shot...I wasn't exactly running...more a fast walk. As I approached the stage a man walked in front of me, i shifted my weight to one side and then the numb, sickening pain went straight through me. I had managed to turn my left ankle right over...it was all split second stuff.
I sat down for a few minutes (while making my paper airplane which for the record didn't go past the 1st row of tables) and then made my way back to our table. The pain subsided and I carried on for the rest of the evening, sitting out any other invitations to get involved, before retiring to our room and bed.
At 4am I woke in agony. So much so that I began to vomit. I couldn't put any weight on my foot, I couldn't walk. The pain was similar to when I broke my wrist a few years back. Jo was anxious and wanted to call the 24hour rep line. I decided (in typical bloke fashion) to take some pain killers, and try to sleep with my foot cushioned by a beach towel. I honestly thought I had broken it.
The next morning I got up and was still having problems but I was able to walk although with limited movement. By that point I knew I hadn't broken it but was advised to rest, get ice on it and elevate it. And that's what I did. For 3 days I did nothing but lay by the pool. And do you know what, I'm glad I did. I've got back refreshed, rested and ready to put the finally 3 weeks of training in. I'm still not ready for any form of serious running but I know that come hell or high water I'll get around the 13.1miles of the Great North Run. Fingers crossed though I'll be ready to resume running this weekend.
I would like to have been past the £1000 mark by now on then fundraising side of things but hey ho...I'll keep plugging the biathlon and fundraising page in the hope that the sponsorships keep coming in.
http://www,justgiving.com/bobbymoorebiathlon
Until next time....
Thursday, 12 August 2010
Nearly there
First of all, apologies. I know I should have kept the blog up to date but things have got very busy around here. Where to start??
Well, for the past couple of months now the gym work has intensified. 6.30am gym sessions 4 to 5 times a week to work on my strength and stamina. I've said it before and I'll say it again....I HATE WEIGHTS!!!! This has been the most difficult part of the training. But I've noticed a massive difference especially when out on the bike. I've dropped a few pounds which has helped both on the bike and out running.
Out on the bike, the miles are stacking up. Lots of short high tempo rides with one or two longer rides in between. Looking at the routes for the 2 days of cycling in September, there isn't much in the way of hill work but I've been keen to get some hill training done, so I've made sure some of my training rides have included riding through the likes of Newburn, Throckley and Heddon on the Wall. Not terribly steep climbs but long climbs. My main concern is day 1 of cycling will include a steady climb up past Durham right at the start of the day. Don't want to burn myself out at the start.
The bike is going in for a service next week to make sure it's ready for the 2 days.
As for the running, well, I'm back out on the road. Running definitely isn't my strongest discipline these days. When I was younger I could run for miles. But now what with years of football injuries behind me, I find it a little more difficult. I'm out doing regular 3 to 4 mile runs and will start increasing that over the next few weeks.
I've also had to fight the urge to go for a fast time in the Great North Run. If I didn't have 2 days of cycling to follow, then yes, I'd go for a faster time. It's a matter of just getting round the course with as little fuss as possible without causing any damage or injury.
There have been a few hiccups along the way. A few injuries, the most serious being a back injury done while getting the kids in the car for school back in June which put me out of action for 2 weeks. There's been a few aches and pains with my ankles. But apart from that relatively injury free.
A week in Cyprus didn't help either. I tried to get out for a run on my first day there but after 2 miles it looked like someone had thrown a gallon of water over me. When I got back on the bike on my return I struggled to do 20 miles!
But all in all, I'm getting there. I'm getting a bit irritable now. I'm getting bored of the training and just want to get out there and do it now.
I'm nearly up to the £600 mark with sponsorships. If truth be told, I'm a bit disappointed. I was hoping to be past £1000 by now. But hopefully, the press release I'm going to start sending out will encourage more people to donate. I am so thankful to those who have already done so.
That's about everything for now. I'll be updating now on a weekly basis and hopefully will have some photos to add as well.
Until next time, be careful out there....
Wednesday, 11 August 2010
Adam Stansfield 1978-2010
I sat at my PC this morning preparing to give an update, mindful that I've in truth been a bit slack with keeping the blog up to date. So much has happened since my last update. I began jotting a few things down and happened to glance up at the sports news.
Transfer stories, results, managerial merry-go-rounds and whether England's prima donnas will get a good reception or not against Hungary tonight are insignificant when you hear that 31 year old Adam Stansfield of Exeter City died last night after losing his battle against bowel cancer.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/football/teams/e/exeter_city/8902976.stm
So I'm going to postpone my latest update on training and progress for 24 hours if you don't mind.
RIP Adam.
Transfer stories, results, managerial merry-go-rounds and whether England's prima donnas will get a good reception or not against Hungary tonight are insignificant when you hear that 31 year old Adam Stansfield of Exeter City died last night after losing his battle against bowel cancer.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/football/teams/e/exeter_city/8902976.stm
So I'm going to postpone my latest update on training and progress for 24 hours if you don't mind.
RIP Adam.
Monday, 12 April 2010
Back in the saddle
It's been a couple of weeks since I last updated the blog and there's certainly a lot to update you with. Training in general is coming along nicely. I'm feeling fitter and fresher each week now and have really started to enjoy it.
So where to start?
Lets start with going for a Body Balance Assessment at Be-Fit in Newcastle. I've known Antonia Pellegrino and her brother Michael for a few years now and have seen some of the work they have done with pro-sportsmen and women. So when Antonia suggested going along for an assessment and putting together a training plan I jumped at the chance.
First thing I was told was to stop running. I don't need to be putting the miles in at this early stage but instead concentrate on strength and cycling.
Next I was told that my right foot was out of line and needed manipulating. This would help prevent all sorts of issues. So for the next 20 minutes or so I was bent, pulled, stretched and prodded (with a chopstick!). The end result? A straight foot and no ankle pain. It did feel a bit odd walking around at first...and I also felt taller. After that we went to the gym to pull together a fitness programme concentrating on my back, legs and shoulders (basically, the parts of me that are going to get a hammering on the bike).
So after an hour there I felt a million dollars! Seriously, you should checked them out. They work miracles there .
Despite being told to stop the running for a while I couldn't resist a sneaky jog to see how my new trainers and newly aligned foot felt. I'll be honest, it felt weird. But at the same time I felt good and there was no ankle pain!
Most importantly though over the past few weeks is the increase in bike training. The weather has improved so I've gradually started to get the bike off the turbo trainer and out onto the road. I did a few shorter rides in the evenings after work (including a climb up Dunston Bank in Gateshead) to get the feel for the road again. I was quickly reminded about how poor the roads are at the moment, dodging potholes while contending with a few impatient drivers. Then there was the spilt diesel on a roundabout which I was turning right on in Wallsend. The adrenalin was pumping as the front wheel started to slide out from under me. Luckily, I stayed on and there were no cars.
However, yesterday (Sunday) was my first ride of any meaning of the year. 7am, looking out the window, blue skies, no breeze and sunshine. Perfect!
Wrong. Within 30 minutes I realised it was a lot nippier than first imagined. I had my fingerless mits on so was feeling the cold a bit but in general it was all fine. Heading from North Shields I made my way along the banks of the Tyne, along the Quayside and then made my way up the bank through Scotswood, Newburn and Throckley, eventually reaching the top of the climb at Heddon on the Wall. Once I was at Stamfordham I turned and made my way back to North Shields via Ponteland, Wide Open and Backworth.
Now, remember I said no breeze? Wrong! There was a slight breeze coming in off the coast which I had to cycle into from Ponteland for the next 20 miles until I got home...and it was cold and energy sapping. That being said, I pushed on and made it back in one piece with no major dramas.
This morning, my legs feel great. So it's back to the gym tonight for another strength session.
On the donation side of things. I'm getting a lot of encouraging messages of support and have now just about reached the £300 mark....10% of my target. I would dearly love to smash that the £3000 target well before I start in September so please, share the blog with as many people as you know and visit the fundraising page and donate . It's for a great cause.
Until next time..
So where to start?
Lets start with going for a Body Balance Assessment at Be-Fit in Newcastle. I've known Antonia Pellegrino and her brother Michael for a few years now and have seen some of the work they have done with pro-sportsmen and women. So when Antonia suggested going along for an assessment and putting together a training plan I jumped at the chance.
First thing I was told was to stop running. I don't need to be putting the miles in at this early stage but instead concentrate on strength and cycling.
Next I was told that my right foot was out of line and needed manipulating. This would help prevent all sorts of issues. So for the next 20 minutes or so I was bent, pulled, stretched and prodded (with a chopstick!). The end result? A straight foot and no ankle pain. It did feel a bit odd walking around at first...and I also felt taller. After that we went to the gym to pull together a fitness programme concentrating on my back, legs and shoulders (basically, the parts of me that are going to get a hammering on the bike).
So after an hour there I felt a million dollars! Seriously, you should checked them out. They work miracles there .
Despite being told to stop the running for a while I couldn't resist a sneaky jog to see how my new trainers and newly aligned foot felt. I'll be honest, it felt weird. But at the same time I felt good and there was no ankle pain!
Most importantly though over the past few weeks is the increase in bike training. The weather has improved so I've gradually started to get the bike off the turbo trainer and out onto the road. I did a few shorter rides in the evenings after work (including a climb up Dunston Bank in Gateshead) to get the feel for the road again. I was quickly reminded about how poor the roads are at the moment, dodging potholes while contending with a few impatient drivers. Then there was the spilt diesel on a roundabout which I was turning right on in Wallsend. The adrenalin was pumping as the front wheel started to slide out from under me. Luckily, I stayed on and there were no cars.
However, yesterday (Sunday) was my first ride of any meaning of the year. 7am, looking out the window, blue skies, no breeze and sunshine. Perfect!
Wrong. Within 30 minutes I realised it was a lot nippier than first imagined. I had my fingerless mits on so was feeling the cold a bit but in general it was all fine. Heading from North Shields I made my way along the banks of the Tyne, along the Quayside and then made my way up the bank through Scotswood, Newburn and Throckley, eventually reaching the top of the climb at Heddon on the Wall. Once I was at Stamfordham I turned and made my way back to North Shields via Ponteland, Wide Open and Backworth.
Now, remember I said no breeze? Wrong! There was a slight breeze coming in off the coast which I had to cycle into from Ponteland for the next 20 miles until I got home...and it was cold and energy sapping. That being said, I pushed on and made it back in one piece with no major dramas.
This morning, my legs feel great. So it's back to the gym tonight for another strength session.
On the donation side of things. I'm getting a lot of encouraging messages of support and have now just about reached the £300 mark....10% of my target. I would dearly love to smash that the £3000 target well before I start in September so please, share the blog with as many people as you know and visit the fundraising page and donate . It's for a great cause.
Until next time..
Friday, 12 March 2010
...from the flame
I'll admit it. I've spent the past couple of weeks wallowing in a rut. Ankle playing up, weather outside stinks, the doubters knocking my confidence and a lingering cold (actually, it was worse than that. It was manflu).
But then things happen. You see things that inspire you. Take for example Christine Bleakley from BBC's The One Show. For the past week or so we've been watching as she attempts to water-ski across the English Channel. She can barely swim!!! She hasn't got the strength to do it yet she's sticking in there.
Then there's Eddie Izzard. My favourite comedian. Running 43 marathons in 51 days! What's that all about?? Watching Eddie Izzard:Marathon Man on BBC 3 and how he struggled self-doubt, injury and poor weather got me thinking about the rut I was in.
But then you have Phil Packer. You might not recognise his name but you'll certainly know about his story. Major Phil Packer sustained spinal chord injuries while serving in Iraq in 2008 and was told he would never walk again. Last year he walked the London Marathon. The I saw him on breakfast TV last week talking about his latest challenge...the 3 Peaks Challenge (Climbing Ben Nevis, Scafell Pike and Snowdon in 3 days). Most people struggle to climb just one of them. If ever I needed inspiration and a HUGE kick up the backside to get myself out of the rut, this was it. My problems are trivial. This guy has had to learn to walk again! Quite simply he's super human.
So this is where I am.
I've been slogging it out at the gym all week working on strength and stamina. I'm not going to lie to you, I've been waking up in complete agony some mornings this week. The jogging has resumed as well. The treadmill has taken a pounding this week. Hard, high paced sessions.
I was out running this morning. The hardest 3 miles of running I've done so far...windy, raining and cold. But it felt good once I finished. A real mental boost. And then there's the weather forecast. It looks like Spring is on it's way. Lighter evenings, warmer weather and a few free weekends coming up means the bike can finally get a regular run out.
And through it all, I keep repeating a quote from Lance Armstrong: "Pain is temporary. Quitting lasts forever"
Until next time...
But then things happen. You see things that inspire you. Take for example Christine Bleakley from BBC's The One Show. For the past week or so we've been watching as she attempts to water-ski across the English Channel. She can barely swim!!! She hasn't got the strength to do it yet she's sticking in there.
Then there's Eddie Izzard. My favourite comedian. Running 43 marathons in 51 days! What's that all about?? Watching Eddie Izzard:Marathon Man on BBC 3 and how he struggled self-doubt, injury and poor weather got me thinking about the rut I was in.
But then you have Phil Packer. You might not recognise his name but you'll certainly know about his story. Major Phil Packer sustained spinal chord injuries while serving in Iraq in 2008 and was told he would never walk again. Last year he walked the London Marathon. The I saw him on breakfast TV last week talking about his latest challenge...the 3 Peaks Challenge (Climbing Ben Nevis, Scafell Pike and Snowdon in 3 days). Most people struggle to climb just one of them. If ever I needed inspiration and a HUGE kick up the backside to get myself out of the rut, this was it. My problems are trivial. This guy has had to learn to walk again! Quite simply he's super human.
So this is where I am.
I've been slogging it out at the gym all week working on strength and stamina. I'm not going to lie to you, I've been waking up in complete agony some mornings this week. The jogging has resumed as well. The treadmill has taken a pounding this week. Hard, high paced sessions.
I was out running this morning. The hardest 3 miles of running I've done so far...windy, raining and cold. But it felt good once I finished. A real mental boost. And then there's the weather forecast. It looks like Spring is on it's way. Lighter evenings, warmer weather and a few free weekends coming up means the bike can finally get a regular run out.
And through it all, I keep repeating a quote from Lance Armstrong: "Pain is temporary. Quitting lasts forever"
Until next time...
Wednesday, 3 March 2010
2 steps forward...
So this is where we are:
The Bobby Moore Fund for Cancer Research UK have sent out their running pack and fundraising support kit. The running vest looks great with MOORE and 6 emblazoned across the back.
I've been putting in more time down the gym doing strength work. I hate doing weights (especially when there are huge meat heads walking around). But I'm starting to see the benefits of including the weights in the training routine. My back and neck hurt less now when I'm on the bike and the arms don't ache so much either.
Cycling training is taking shape. Chances of getting out on the road have been limited but luckily I had a backlog of various Tours recorded on Sky+, so I spent most of last week on the turbo trainer while watching The Tour of Oman. Definitely looked a lot warmer out there.
After my ankle twist a week or so back I've been gingerly getting back out and increasing the miles again. Sunday saw me put in a solid run from home to Tynemouth and back (just short of 5 miles). The ankle still doesn't feel great but at least I can run again.
I've come down with a cold. No amount of vitamin C or telling the kids to cover their mouths when they cough was going to stop me getting it. I went out for a run last night and although I started off comfortably and at a good pace, by the time I got to the 1 mile mark my breathing was all out, my throat was dry and I was sweating buckets. Half a mile later I turned back and by the time I had reached home I felt like I had done a marathon. By 9pm I was out for the count.
So today, I have no voice and feel like my head is wrapped in cotton wool. Maybe it's my body trying to tell me that I need to slow it down a bit. I've gone into this like a man possessed and I have to keep reminding myself that I've still got just over 6 months to go. I'm going to have a few rest days, get rid of the cold and hope to get out on the bike again on Monday evening.
The big motivation is the sponsorship side of things. £102 raised so far (which all came in a space of a couple of days). This blew me away. Thanks to those who have sponsored so far.
Until next time...
The Bobby Moore Fund for Cancer Research UK have sent out their running pack and fundraising support kit. The running vest looks great with MOORE and 6 emblazoned across the back.
I've been putting in more time down the gym doing strength work. I hate doing weights (especially when there are huge meat heads walking around). But I'm starting to see the benefits of including the weights in the training routine. My back and neck hurt less now when I'm on the bike and the arms don't ache so much either.
Cycling training is taking shape. Chances of getting out on the road have been limited but luckily I had a backlog of various Tours recorded on Sky+, so I spent most of last week on the turbo trainer while watching The Tour of Oman. Definitely looked a lot warmer out there.
After my ankle twist a week or so back I've been gingerly getting back out and increasing the miles again. Sunday saw me put in a solid run from home to Tynemouth and back (just short of 5 miles). The ankle still doesn't feel great but at least I can run again.
I've come down with a cold. No amount of vitamin C or telling the kids to cover their mouths when they cough was going to stop me getting it. I went out for a run last night and although I started off comfortably and at a good pace, by the time I got to the 1 mile mark my breathing was all out, my throat was dry and I was sweating buckets. Half a mile later I turned back and by the time I had reached home I felt like I had done a marathon. By 9pm I was out for the count.
So today, I have no voice and feel like my head is wrapped in cotton wool. Maybe it's my body trying to tell me that I need to slow it down a bit. I've gone into this like a man possessed and I have to keep reminding myself that I've still got just over 6 months to go. I'm going to have a few rest days, get rid of the cold and hope to get out on the bike again on Monday evening.
The big motivation is the sponsorship side of things. £102 raised so far (which all came in a space of a couple of days). This blew me away. Thanks to those who have sponsored so far.
Until next time...
Wednesday, 24 February 2010
17 years on!
I've spent most of the day wondering where the past 17 years have gone. I remember the evening of 24th February 1993 clearly. I hadn't long got back from school, was sat on the coffee table. Mum was sitting on the sofa (it was a horrible green and pink flowery one). Neighbour's had just finished and then the 6 o'Clock News started
"Tonights headlines.....England's World Cup winning captain, Bobby Moore, has died..."
Mum put her hand over her mouth and started crying. I was 15 but knew enough about the importance of Bobby Moore, not just to my club, West Ham, but also to the national football team. Everything just stopped. We never moved until the news finished. Dad stood motionless, not saying a word. The way they were it was almost like we had lost a relative.
17 years on most people have forgotten about what today is about. The authorities never gave Bobby the recognition he deserved. The West Ham and Fulham fans still remember on the 24th Feb each year. It's important for us to remember The Greatest. The man was a gentleman and in today's football world of sleaze and money, a lot of footballers would do well to follow his example of how he led his life on and off the pitch.
And this is why I am doing this event. It's going to hurt. It's going to be tough. But it's the least I can do in the memory of such a great person. Since his death The Bobby Moore Fund for Cancer Research UK has been working tirelessly to fight bowel cancer and the only way they can continue this fight is through people like myself trying to go the extra mile and raising money on their behalf.
I'm starting to get donations and messages of support and I've still got just over 6 months to go. It's blown me away to be honest. Let me make this clear...this is not a West Ham thing as some people have suggested. Far from it. Bobby Moore is more than just West Ham. He represented football and everything that was and is good about it.
Viva Bobby Moore!
"Tonights headlines.....England's World Cup winning captain, Bobby Moore, has died..."
Mum put her hand over her mouth and started crying. I was 15 but knew enough about the importance of Bobby Moore, not just to my club, West Ham, but also to the national football team. Everything just stopped. We never moved until the news finished. Dad stood motionless, not saying a word. The way they were it was almost like we had lost a relative.
17 years on most people have forgotten about what today is about. The authorities never gave Bobby the recognition he deserved. The West Ham and Fulham fans still remember on the 24th Feb each year. It's important for us to remember The Greatest. The man was a gentleman and in today's football world of sleaze and money, a lot of footballers would do well to follow his example of how he led his life on and off the pitch.
And this is why I am doing this event. It's going to hurt. It's going to be tough. But it's the least I can do in the memory of such a great person. Since his death The Bobby Moore Fund for Cancer Research UK has been working tirelessly to fight bowel cancer and the only way they can continue this fight is through people like myself trying to go the extra mile and raising money on their behalf.
I'm starting to get donations and messages of support and I've still got just over 6 months to go. It's blown me away to be honest. Let me make this clear...this is not a West Ham thing as some people have suggested. Far from it. Bobby Moore is more than just West Ham. He represented football and everything that was and is good about it.
Viva Bobby Moore!
Monday, 22 February 2010
Let the fundraising begin!
So after twisting my ankle on Saturday morning, I'm still unable to do any jogging. So frustrating. Add to that the continued cold and snowy weather and the chances to get the bike out on the road are still limited.
Thank God for the turbo trainer. I hooked the bike up to it yesterday afternoon,put one of the stages of the Tour of Qatar on the TV that I had Sky +'d and cycled for an hour. It is the most mind-numbingly boring things to do, worse than running on a treadmill, but I find it a lot easier to do it when watching the cycling on TV.
Having worked out my route for the ride and working out that day 1 will cover up to 175miles and day 2 130miles, I have had a slight seed of doubt as to whether I am biting off more than I can chew.
BUT, this is what a challenge is all about. If it was easy there would be no point in doing it.
I've now set up the fundraising page at JustGiving which can be found at www.justgiving.com/bobbymoorebiathlon. I've also placed a widget on the blog front page too. For those who are on Facebook, I've set up a page on there too. Just search for Jamie's Bobby Moore Biathlon and you should find it.
I would be grateful if you could share the blog, fundraising page and Facebook page with as many people as you know.
No training today because of work but I'll be back in the gym tomorrow.
Until next time....
Thank God for the turbo trainer. I hooked the bike up to it yesterday afternoon,put one of the stages of the Tour of Qatar on the TV that I had Sky +'d and cycled for an hour. It is the most mind-numbingly boring things to do, worse than running on a treadmill, but I find it a lot easier to do it when watching the cycling on TV.
Having worked out my route for the ride and working out that day 1 will cover up to 175miles and day 2 130miles, I have had a slight seed of doubt as to whether I am biting off more than I can chew.
BUT, this is what a challenge is all about. If it was easy there would be no point in doing it.
I've now set up the fundraising page at JustGiving which can be found at www.justgiving.com/bobbymoorebiathlon. I've also placed a widget on the blog front page too. For those who are on Facebook, I've set up a page on there too. Just search for Jamie's Bobby Moore Biathlon and you should find it.
I would be grateful if you could share the blog, fundraising page and Facebook page with as many people as you know.
No training today because of work but I'll be back in the gym tomorrow.
Until next time....
Saturday, 20 February 2010
The First Setback
OK, so I had 2 days rest instead of 1. There is such a thing as over-training. In all seriousness I just didn't feel right yesterday. Might have been a bit of fatigue.
On the plus side though, I received confirmation from The Great North Run that Cancer Research UK have entered me into the run. So, it's all confirmed now. This is definitely happening. With that in mind (and the latest weather forecasts suggesting another arctic blast) I decided to head to my local sports shop and pick up some winter running gear. Just as well really considering the snow flurries I watched last night.
But that wasn't going to deter me. I woke up nice and early this morning, saw a dusting of snow outside and decided that it would be OK to try a new jogging route I'd planned which would take me along the North Shields Fish Quay, up past the Priory to Tynemouth Longsands and back home to the Royal Quays.
All was going well until I got to about half a mile. Crossing a side road, my right foot slipped on some ice. I managed to keep on my feet but in doing so turned my right ankle over. My first reaction was to look around to see if anyone had watched my performance. Luckily, no and luckily my ankle felt OK.....until I started running again.
My normal approach to these things is to try and run it off but after a few hundred yards I decided to turn back and lightly jog back home.
So, the first setback. To say I'm frustrated is an understatement. At least it shouldn't prevent me from putting the bike on the turbo trainer. Some time in the gym should also keep the training on schedule. I'll take a look at the ankle on Monday and see how it feels. Fingers crossed that a few days off the running and it should be good as new.
Now where's that ice-pack??
On the plus side though, I received confirmation from The Great North Run that Cancer Research UK have entered me into the run. So, it's all confirmed now. This is definitely happening. With that in mind (and the latest weather forecasts suggesting another arctic blast) I decided to head to my local sports shop and pick up some winter running gear. Just as well really considering the snow flurries I watched last night.
But that wasn't going to deter me. I woke up nice and early this morning, saw a dusting of snow outside and decided that it would be OK to try a new jogging route I'd planned which would take me along the North Shields Fish Quay, up past the Priory to Tynemouth Longsands and back home to the Royal Quays.
All was going well until I got to about half a mile. Crossing a side road, my right foot slipped on some ice. I managed to keep on my feet but in doing so turned my right ankle over. My first reaction was to look around to see if anyone had watched my performance. Luckily, no and luckily my ankle felt OK.....until I started running again.
My normal approach to these things is to try and run it off but after a few hundred yards I decided to turn back and lightly jog back home.
So, the first setback. To say I'm frustrated is an understatement. At least it shouldn't prevent me from putting the bike on the turbo trainer. Some time in the gym should also keep the training on schedule. I'll take a look at the ankle on Monday and see how it feels. Fingers crossed that a few days off the running and it should be good as new.
Now where's that ice-pack??
Wednesday, 17 February 2010
Another cold start
My wife, Jo, nudged me this morning. "Are you dropping my car off for it's MOT for me? You could use it as a training run!" I took that to mean, "I'm on holiday and I'd like to stay under the warm duvet".
So, 8am, at the garage on The Cobalt in North Shields, standing in the reception area of the garage with the staff staring at me like I had a screw loose. You see, like yesterday, it was -2 but crucially foggy too. It was absolutely freezing and I was wearing shorts!
Keys handed over and off I go...like bambi!! Torvil and Dean would have felt at home on the pavements. I suppose it worked to my advantage as it kept my pace lower than normal but still it wasn't the most comfortable run ever. It was a useful exercise to see how I coped after 3 days of training and running 24 hours after the first training session on the bike.
The answer? I felt ok. A bit stiff to begin with but by the time I was arriving home 4 miles later, I felt good. I'm going to have a rest day tomorrow and then look to put some gym time in on friday.
I've decided on the route for the bike ride now. Day 1 will see me cycle from St James' Park to Sleaford in Lincolnshire and then Sleaford to The Boleyn Ground on Day 2. I'll get the maps posted up at the weekend.
Once I've received the fundraising pack from The Bobby Moore Fund for Cancer Research UK, I'll post up a link to the fund raising page
Until next time...
So, 8am, at the garage on The Cobalt in North Shields, standing in the reception area of the garage with the staff staring at me like I had a screw loose. You see, like yesterday, it was -2 but crucially foggy too. It was absolutely freezing and I was wearing shorts!
Keys handed over and off I go...like bambi!! Torvil and Dean would have felt at home on the pavements. I suppose it worked to my advantage as it kept my pace lower than normal but still it wasn't the most comfortable run ever. It was a useful exercise to see how I coped after 3 days of training and running 24 hours after the first training session on the bike.
The answer? I felt ok. A bit stiff to begin with but by the time I was arriving home 4 miles later, I felt good. I'm going to have a rest day tomorrow and then look to put some gym time in on friday.
I've decided on the route for the bike ride now. Day 1 will see me cycle from St James' Park to Sleaford in Lincolnshire and then Sleaford to The Boleyn Ground on Day 2. I'll get the maps posted up at the weekend.
Once I've received the fundraising pack from The Bobby Moore Fund for Cancer Research UK, I'll post up a link to the fund raising page
Until next time...
Tuesday, 16 February 2010
Anyone for potholes??
The cycling training started today. Taking advantage of the car going into the garage I put the bike into the back, dropped the car off in Cramlington and set off. The thermometer on the car read -2 degrees. There had also been a weather warning about icy roads. But the ice was the least of my problems.
My route: From Cramlington, i headed out to Blagdon, Ponteland and out to Dissington Hall before turning back and heading back to North Shields. The air was freezing cold but at least it was sunny and once out of the town and onto the open road the cold was soon forgotten. I'd not been out on the road since October so this was heaven.
However, I had not taken into account the state of the roads around South Northumberland and North Tyneside. Last summer they were bad...now after the snows....unbelievable!! I had to keep an eye out for not only patches of ice but huge craters. Add to that the morning traffic and I was left with very little room for error. I swear these roads are worse than the worst roads in Outer Mongolia!
I was also reminded of the impatience of some drivers...pulling out at junctions right in front of me, overtaking and not leaving any room but worse were those with a mobile phone clamped to their faces and not taking a blind bit of notice about me or anyone else for that matter.
Aside from these irritations out in the country it was a superb ride. No really tricky climbs but plenty of chances of hammering it on the long straights.
So, ride number 1 = 37miles. Which is probably just about right for the first ride of the year. I'll gradually increase the mileage and hope to be hitting the 100 mile mark by June. To be honest, the ride down to London isn't going to have many big climbs so today's ride was probably a good representation of what I'll face.
I have a training ride planned for a couple of weeks time from home in North Shields up to Carter Bar on the Border which finished with a devilish climb. Can't wait!
Over the coming few weeks I hope I'll add a few photos, post up the planned route for the bike ride part of the challenge and also (and most importantly) the fund raising page.
Until next time....
My route: From Cramlington, i headed out to Blagdon, Ponteland and out to Dissington Hall before turning back and heading back to North Shields. The air was freezing cold but at least it was sunny and once out of the town and onto the open road the cold was soon forgotten. I'd not been out on the road since October so this was heaven.
However, I had not taken into account the state of the roads around South Northumberland and North Tyneside. Last summer they were bad...now after the snows....unbelievable!! I had to keep an eye out for not only patches of ice but huge craters. Add to that the morning traffic and I was left with very little room for error. I swear these roads are worse than the worst roads in Outer Mongolia!
I was also reminded of the impatience of some drivers...pulling out at junctions right in front of me, overtaking and not leaving any room but worse were those with a mobile phone clamped to their faces and not taking a blind bit of notice about me or anyone else for that matter.
Aside from these irritations out in the country it was a superb ride. No really tricky climbs but plenty of chances of hammering it on the long straights.
So, ride number 1 = 37miles. Which is probably just about right for the first ride of the year. I'll gradually increase the mileage and hope to be hitting the 100 mile mark by June. To be honest, the ride down to London isn't going to have many big climbs so today's ride was probably a good representation of what I'll face.
I have a training ride planned for a couple of weeks time from home in North Shields up to Carter Bar on the Border which finished with a devilish climb. Can't wait!
Over the coming few weeks I hope I'll add a few photos, post up the planned route for the bike ride part of the challenge and also (and most importantly) the fund raising page.
Until next time....
Sunday, 14 February 2010
The slog begins!
I've been doing light training for a couple of months now but after getting my place in the Great North Run, the training proper can begin.
Today I got out and went for my first proper jog of the year. 5 miles covered and I felt comfortable....more comfortable than I have done for a long time.
I used to do a lot of roadrunning but had to give it up a few years back because of persistant knee injuries. However, back in the autumn I decided to get back out and see how it felt. Not too bad...the only problem was that I was a bit heavier than when I was last out on the road. And then came the snow and ice from mid December which, just as I was getting back into it, prevented me from getting out for a few weeks.
That began 5 weeks of hard slog at the gym to try and shift the weight. Running on a treadmill is a killer so it was a relief to get out today. Over 1 Stone lighter and I felt so much better. The last time I ran the course I ran today (back in November) I struggled. It hurt. My breathing was all out. It wasnt pleasant. However, today it just felt right.
Don't get me wrong, I've got a long way to go but getting today's run finished (and comfortably) was the mental boost I needed. With half term next week and some time off work, I'm planning a bit more gym time but crucially I'm getting the bike out for the first time since October. Again, I've been stuck indoors on the turbo trainer which is mind numbingly boring. I've got a short 40 mile route planned for Tuesday which should get me back into it nicely and then I'll be increasing the milage gradually and also combining it with the running.
I've been told I'm being too ambitious and that I won't be able to do this. Being told I can't do it only spurs me on more.
Until next time...
Today I got out and went for my first proper jog of the year. 5 miles covered and I felt comfortable....more comfortable than I have done for a long time.
I used to do a lot of roadrunning but had to give it up a few years back because of persistant knee injuries. However, back in the autumn I decided to get back out and see how it felt. Not too bad...the only problem was that I was a bit heavier than when I was last out on the road. And then came the snow and ice from mid December which, just as I was getting back into it, prevented me from getting out for a few weeks.
That began 5 weeks of hard slog at the gym to try and shift the weight. Running on a treadmill is a killer so it was a relief to get out today. Over 1 Stone lighter and I felt so much better. The last time I ran the course I ran today (back in November) I struggled. It hurt. My breathing was all out. It wasnt pleasant. However, today it just felt right.
Don't get me wrong, I've got a long way to go but getting today's run finished (and comfortably) was the mental boost I needed. With half term next week and some time off work, I'm planning a bit more gym time but crucially I'm getting the bike out for the first time since October. Again, I've been stuck indoors on the turbo trainer which is mind numbingly boring. I've got a short 40 mile route planned for Tuesday which should get me back into it nicely and then I'll be increasing the milage gradually and also combining it with the running.
I've been told I'm being too ambitious and that I won't be able to do this. Being told I can't do it only spurs me on more.
Until next time...
Saturday, 13 February 2010
And so it begins...
This has been something that has been playing on my mind for a while now.....I need a challenge. Some of you may remember back in the spring of 2007 I cycled to all 20 Premiership Football Grounds in aid of the Bobby Moore Fund for Cancer Research UK. It was one of the hardest things I have ever done especially as my training was hampered by illness to myself and close family members. I swore blind I would never do anything like that again.....
But even on the drive back home from London I was thinking "You know, I would like to do something like this again". And so, back in 2009 while out cycling I cycled past some joggers and that where the idea hit me. Enter the Great North Run, complete the half marathon on the Sunday and then on the Monday and Tuesday cycle from Newcastle United's St James' Park to West Ham United's Boleyn Ground.
I ran the idea past a few friends...they all looked at me like I had 3 heads. Funnily enough it was the same look they gave me back in 2006 when I decided to do the last event. So that was decided then.
Next was the charity. There were so many to choose from but my heart told me to do it for The Bobby Moore Fund for Cancer Research UK again. It's a chairty close to my heart both in terms of my love for football and for personal reasons. With this year being a world cup year, we are going through the usual build up and dreaming back to the iconic image of Bobby being hoisted up on the shoulders of his team mates on that wet day in July 1966. Despite that though Bobby was never honoured in the way he should have been so this is my way of honouring the Greatest.
If I can match the £3000 I raised in 2007 I will be delighted. I'd like to raise more than that but £3000 is what I'm aiming for.
So from now until September 2010 you can follow my preparations here, my thoughts on how things are going and progress being made to reach my target. If you want to help out at all whether it be in terms of spreading the word or donating football memorabilia for auction, please do not hesitate to drop me a line.
Viva Bobby Moore!
But even on the drive back home from London I was thinking "You know, I would like to do something like this again". And so, back in 2009 while out cycling I cycled past some joggers and that where the idea hit me. Enter the Great North Run, complete the half marathon on the Sunday and then on the Monday and Tuesday cycle from Newcastle United's St James' Park to West Ham United's Boleyn Ground.
I ran the idea past a few friends...they all looked at me like I had 3 heads. Funnily enough it was the same look they gave me back in 2006 when I decided to do the last event. So that was decided then.
Next was the charity. There were so many to choose from but my heart told me to do it for The Bobby Moore Fund for Cancer Research UK again. It's a chairty close to my heart both in terms of my love for football and for personal reasons. With this year being a world cup year, we are going through the usual build up and dreaming back to the iconic image of Bobby being hoisted up on the shoulders of his team mates on that wet day in July 1966. Despite that though Bobby was never honoured in the way he should have been so this is my way of honouring the Greatest.
If I can match the £3000 I raised in 2007 I will be delighted. I'd like to raise more than that but £3000 is what I'm aiming for.
So from now until September 2010 you can follow my preparations here, my thoughts on how things are going and progress being made to reach my target. If you want to help out at all whether it be in terms of spreading the word or donating football memorabilia for auction, please do not hesitate to drop me a line.
Viva Bobby Moore!
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