Wednesday, February 7, 2018


How can so little training make one so sore...

One of the biggest problems with a comeback is getting the, now soft, body accustomed to training!
After the doctor gave the go ahead I didn't waste any time and jumped straight into training...

Day 1: 15min on the Bike! I want to say that was easy, but having not really bent my leg for the last 3 months it wasn't easy to peddle without my seat as high as it would go.

Day 2: 35min on the bike and the knee has started loosening up.

Day 3: and I went big ... a full hour on the bike!

Day 4: Monday back to work and on the motorbike for the first time in 3 months. Sitting back a bit and I can get my leg bent enough to put my foot on the brake!
An evening cycle up to the club and then while the guys set off running I followed. Good to be out.

Days 5 and 6 pretty much the same as Day 4!

Day 7: still cycling up to the club... but today I was ready to run! The guys left for their warm-up and I headed down to the track for a couple of laps. The week of cycling had loosened the legs up enough for my first run! (Or had they?)
I hit the go button on Ms Garmin and off I went. It wasn't easy... the track didn't slide under my feet... I didn't glide through the air inbetween strides. There was almost no knee lift, but I was running. The knee cap felt loose the quads felt tight but I was running... my senses were  heightened to every niggle on every step I took! My head was working overtime deciding if the niggles were because of lack of running / training or the injury wasn't healed.
2km later I stopped enough for the first run.

Day 8: Friday and I was up early... not to run, but the swim... I wasn't heading to the gym / pool I was heading to the Waterfront and the canals. I squeezed into a wetsuit (great to keep the wind off you on the bike) and looking more like The Michelin Man then an IronMan I took to the water with the guys and girls from ATC.
Enjoyed it and I didn't die... will be back!

Ok the truth be told they were long gone before I hit the water and that's a good thing! Ms Garmin was ready and had started counting the seconds before I had time to think about what I was doing.
Swimming is like riding a bike you never forget... my brain just takes longer to figure it out, to remember what to do. Good thing I was wearing a wetsuit... because if I wasn't I would have be crawling on the bottom of the canal, instead of doing crawl on top of the water!

Under the first bridge (I almost swam into one of the pilings) and my arms were hurting and I was thinking I would be turning early... then NO! I own Batman socks I can do anything! (I wasn't wearing them at this stage!)

After what seemed like an eternity I could see the landing jetty and I swam on straight up... I wasn't going very fast so I didn't get very far up! I had no strength left in the arms but I still managed to pull myself up and slowly I inched my way up, like a walrus beaching on the ice!
Day 9: Firgrove Half no I wasn't running but on the bike to watch...
This wasn't the easiest ride.
The quads still burning from a 10min run two days earlier, 10min are you sure I didn't run a marathon! Then my arms ... never felt my arms before and now I could hardly lift them...
Oh boy I love training I love feeling like that... I want more... I've missed it!

Monday, January 1, 2018

GOALS 2018

January 1 and everybody is setting goals and resolutions for the New Year...

Over the years I've set many running goals but they have seldom been made on January 1st! They get set after reaching the last goal or when coming back from an injury.

My comeback may only be starting on 1 February but I'm excited and scared, 4 months of no exercise has left me fat and unfit (by my standards). It's going to be a long road back.

So the question is: What is this old body still capable of?
I'm looking at running a marathon in September so everything I do from 1 February will be building to that.
1. Goal 1, to finish
2. Goal 2, to be running well at the end.
3. Goal 3, sub 3...
So in talking this through with my coach he says: first we'll need a 21min 5km (marathon race pace)

No problem I said... Park Run here I come! That said it will take at least a month before running 5km is easy so maybe come March we'll think about the first test!

Next goal will be 10km in 42min and then a sub 90 half.

I know I should be able to run sub 3 for the marathon again, but can I do it off 8 months training?

Make that 9 months training... I'm starting today! No I won't be running but I'll start with a couple of slow walks with the puppies and a push up or two should help! Ok I'll also throw in a couple of planks and some calf raises! And then when I can bend my knee enough I'll start turning over on the bike (I've also got Argus on the cards.)

Now let me get training...
2018 here we come

Friday, December 1, 2017

With 110 244km logged the body is in for repairs!

I've been running for a couple of years now... in fact I ran my first road race in 1986 (A 10km out in Belleville).

Over the those early years I don't ever remember being injured... maybe a rolled ankle, but nothing bad enough to stop me running.

Then in 1994 while racing my first marathon  (hadn't run 1 in 4 years and the first 2 had been for fun!) I tore my one hammie. With about 5km to go it felt is if something jumped up out of the tar road to Bredasdorp and stuck it's cat like claws into the back of my leg... (yes I was running Voet) It wasn't a monster tear so I could run slowly while receiving treatment.
So the question is why?
And while one can only really guess, with hind sight it's a good guess... so I would say I had raced too hard the week before and because I really didn't know anything about racing marathons I wasn't really ready to race that fast. So the weak muscle just couldn't take it any longer!

I might have had a little calf trouble in the next couple of years but nothing to worry about. And nothing to remember, that said I didn't race Cape Town marathon in '97... I did run fast but with tight calfs racing wasn't on. (moving to racing flats, now called minimums shoes can do that!)

Role onto '98 and a stress fracture of the patella! When one gets knocked with an injury you always find yourself asking: Why Why Why... and while I should just say over training that isn't the full story! I would say it was the long hard run lots of them on steep cambers. Of cause it didn't help that I kept running for months while my knee get worse and worse...

Over the next 15 years I only had a couple of calf tears. The calfs were strong but didn't have the elasticity for speed! Then in 2013 I tore both abductors!
All these injuries I would say are because of dehydration! And not from not drinking during a race, but not ready drinking my 8 cups of water that we're told too drink on a daily basis! (A normal day would have me drinking about a large glass of milk with breakfast and then nothing really till a couple of glasses of wine in the evening!)

Think of it like this: think of your body as a piece of Boerewors. You can bend it no worries. Now take the water out of it... turn it into a piece of droewors, then bend it! That's an injury waiting to happen!

2016... smashed my knee and that lead to a meniscus tear!
2017... now favouring the other leg I tore the other meniscus!
Shandy doesn't run with me but when I'm not running she's my best friend!

So the simple things learnt are:

Keep hydrated (drink your 8 glasses of water and more when training)
Keep balanced (cross train, small things help. Don't train while injured!)

Saturday, October 14, 2017

Marathon Trail Lake di Como

No race really starts on the start line, and this was no different! 

Dawn came home one day and said fights to Italy are on special... next thing I knew the tickets were booked and I was looking for a race! My Italian is as good as my Latin so it wasn't easy to find something that could fit into our travel plans, but Lake Como looked like a good detour!

119km sounded exciting but having to leave for Venice the next day and the fact that I had spent most of last year not running I looked at the other options. 
30km or 60km for reasons unknown to me, I went for the 60km (maybe the 4000m of climb excited me and I thought I could put enough training in!)

The training was coming on and I was getting fit but about 3 weeks before we left I picked up a couple of niggles... Downgrade said Dawn, No said Dion. It's only 60km and there's lots of walking involved I'll be fine! The last week of training was done walking the sights of Rome, Siena, Florence as the holiday unfolded. (This walking was the best training ever, easiest way to spend up to 8 hours on your feet)
After the cops had told me to put my shirt on!
Lake Como is amazingly beautiful and the perfect setting for a trail race (or a training holiday). We joined the other runners in the town square of Menaggio... me on the start line and Dawn watching. 
I was on the 2nd row when we started and was looking for a chance to move up as we started down (up) the little streets of Menaggio... some Italian had taken the lead and with a Englishman following him I thought it a good idea to add an African to the mix.

With only 200m or so done the climbing started and wanting to hold myself back I stayed in 3rd place even looking to walk the first stairs!

It took about a km of town running for the 3 of us to come together and while I would close the gap on the flatter sections the other 2 would open up a meter or two on the steeper bits. While there were a couple of little trail sections in the first 3km it was mostly through the old villages stretching up the mountain! I found myself passing the Englishman  and pulling alongside the Italian at about 4km and then...

I took the lead! I promise I wasn't racing but... there was a lovely looking single track and well it was time!

Time? Yes time to climb... ok we had been climbing already to get there!

I was loving it feeling great (this surprised me a bit after the last 2/3 weeks before leaving on our holiday didn't go to my training plan) and enjoying the lower slopes of the mountain. 
Laughing as he was asking how I had time to take pictures
I was first to the first check in (about 10km and the top of the first climb 1500m) I left before the others arrived and set off on a bit of downhill! Thinking the others would catch-up I made sure I kept a solid pace on the smooth bits... I had set my sights on getting to the top of the mountain first and I didn't want to be playing catch-up. It was the Englishman chasing but while he was, I hit the climb first and started to open the gap again...

We weren't on a real path but on a steep grass bank not smooth but chewed up by cow hooves! No running here just power walking following the route flags. At the top, the path became viable... only problem was I wasn't at the top I was now following the ridge line and climbing to the highest point. 
The views from the top were amazing and would have been even better if the haze below was clear. 15km and I had reached the highest point 2h32 after starting... not my fastest 15k but with about 1900m climb I'll take it!

Time to recover I was hoping for nice Alpine trails to wind down the other side ... I was wrong we were too high for nice trails as only a few hard core hikers ever get that high! 

I'm too old and fragile to fly down steep rocky trails so the lead I had would not last. That said we had now been going for 3 hours and my lack of training was about to show!

1, 2, 3 and 4 passed... they reached the lower slopes and then I did... didn't think the gap was that big and the trails had eased so I could start running!
Into the forests I went chasing the front guys (and leading lady yes she was one of the 4 who had passed me!) but my chase was slow and they disappeared in the trees, I was alone enjoying the trails... the enjoyment didn't last! With about 20km done so was I! We had to climb up to the 10km mark check in... approaching it from the other side we had run 22/23km and would head off in another direction. 
Didn't think the support team would mind!
The path ahead looked amazing but I didn’t have any bounce left in my legs. 4 hours of running on not enough training will do that! (Maybe I should have downgraded to the 30km) too late I had 60km to get through!
A couple more people caught me
That said I had been thinking I would finish in 8 hours and with Dawn waiting for me I didn't want her worrying so I start thinking about pulling out and taking a shortcut back... (holiday more important than the race!)

With most of this down finished and the villages above the lake now coming into view I saw her... yes Dawn had walked (jogged) up to watch us run past! I didn't run past  I stopped to chat! Changing my finish time to 10-11 hours. (That's a long time) I was no longer racing I was out for survival! This is not a game I normally play. Finishing has never been a problem... I like to be up front fighting for top positions. Today's race was turning into a fight to the end. 

I was now running thought the top end of the town / outlying villages and while I could run the downs those ended! I had another mountain to climb... I was jogging as the climb started, but we left the village and entered the forest! While this should have excited me I was stuffed and instead of thriving on the climb I was broken.

7.5km lay ahead of me 1100m of climb would take me to the top of the mountain... 2h08min of fighting gravity and my legs that were just getting heavier and heavier with each step! All I wanted to do was lie down and sleep! I was looking for a way to pull out, I had had enough it was no longer fun! (Not I wasn't even taking pictures anymore!)

Finally the trees thinned and the top was close I put on a smile and walked into the feed station. The food was great and I tucked in bagging a couple 2 chocolate cookies for pudding later! I mentioned that I wanted to pull out that I had had enough, but the guys at the feed station would have none of it! Telling me 2 hours easy down hill all the way back. I said no let's aim at 3 hours I slapped my legs (to wake them up, it didn't really work) I said let's try this...
Look at that trail

I started walking then I tried running and it was easy the legs worked... I picked up the pace and got into a happy place, running on a mountain! The gravel road became a single track and I was flying sub 10 was happening. The path was now steep and the legs were still working! Loving the trails again I didn't even mind the bit of downhill scramble. 
Was wishing it was like this to the end! (but it wasn't)
What an uphill... walk! Legs still to heavy to run up (or I was just lazy)! 5 or 6 km to go and we headed through a thick jungley forest when my leg almost gave way! A sharp pain shot though the leg and it didn't want to hold my weight... (felt like someone had stabbed me)
5km to go 1-2km of fun forests downhills to still get through... a 5-6min weave down the single track turned in 22mins sharp pains with with every step.

I had never been so happy to be out the forests and on the road... I could walk... race walk the straight leg thing was working and as long as I didn't wobble I was moving 12min (not the 6min km I can do when racing) 

500m to the finish line...(I tried to jog in, but no the leg would not let me!). 10h27 that's a long day, but I'm happy I fought through and finished! Not happy I'm injured, it looks like I've damaged my peroneus and there could be more damage in that leg! (Hope not, going for a scan this week!)
that was hard work!

I looked exciting, I should have looked scary!