Two Weeks

Twitter is filled with posts about the Brighton Marathon and London is next week. Manchester is in two weeks and after a final long run yesterday I am in some kind of strange zone. I feel quietly confident, but at the same time I am concerned for the last six miles after all they do say the race starts on mile 20.

To say I am looking forward to that Sunday evening would be a little bit of an understatement. I am looking forward to the end of the marathon and showing my medal off with pride being the only person amongst my friends who would have achieved this feat of human endurance. But while a lot of my fellow runners will be glad it’s all over and be happy to put their trainers at the back of the cupboard or in the bin I will be happy as I get to drink and a little sad as I won’t get to run while I rest.

Now I have not entire given up the source. Even tho I said after Christmas I would. What can I say I like a bottle of wine as much as the next man if the next man happens to be Keith Floyd. However for April I have been T-Total. I, like my fellow runners might have hung my trainers up if it wasn’t for the month of 10K’s I have in May, clever thinking on my part to book my next races to train for.

I like running, the bug as truly hit me so being happy that I have crossed the line (hopefully in a sub 4) would be very nice, however the real reason why I will be so happy is that I get to drink wine again.  Not any old wine you understand, oh no wine that my best mate got me for my 30th. I have been saving it for this very occasion and to be honest it should make it taste even better. The bottle in question is a 1981 vintage. My mate knows me so well. The wine was bottled the year I was born and came with a posh cork screw, thermometer, cork stopper, basically the works all concealed in a wooden box. I think it is truly the best gift I have got, and if it wasn’t for the fact it had to be drank (shame I know) then I would be keeping it to gather cobwebs.

So as I reach the wall on mile 20 and try to scramble over to get to the finish, the freshly opened bottle that I would have left to decanter will be pulling me across the finish line, and hey after burning 4000 calories I think I will be entitled to a glass or two of the red stuff, after all the antioxidants helps the healing and recovery process.

My End of Year Review

Yes it’s not only Charlie Brooker who can do one, except I would imagine, in fact I know that his is funnier but then he’s looking back at events where this blog is looking back at me.

If truth be known I got up to March waiting a little synopsis of my life month by month when I realised that I have not done anything and certainly nothing to entertain readers. I was writing about my year and even I got bored writing it. However being that Word-press keep all posts you are more than welcome to trawl through the archives and read about my exciting life, but if like me you get bored doing that then you could just read this re-cap in bullet form.

  • Attended a theatre wedding, there a hoot, really nice in the hills of Buxton, small wedding.
  • Went on my first holiday for ten years and turned off all communication to the outside world. Loved every minute of it
  • Found out two of best mates are getting married
  • Attended a weekend wedding of two of my best mates, good weekend
  • Found out my bestest best mate is going to have a baby.
  • had my 30th
  • Got injured and acted like a berk cause I thought I would miss the Manchester 10K
  • Ran the Manchester 10K, and got addicted to running. Ran the Conwy Half, The Great North and the Great Yorkshire, also entered the Manchester Marathon for 2010
  • Lost a shite load of weight
  • Did the 3 peaks
  • Had another holiday just time in Brecon Beacons
  • Had to call out the Breakdown/Recovery people, a day after the policy became active due to friend who locked keys in-car
  • Walked a lot
  • Ran even more
  • Cycled a lot to work with working on MIF
  • bought a suit
  • Visited Barrow
  • Worked in Newcastle
  • Lived/Stayed in London
  • Celebrated my Ma and Pa’s wedding anniversary. It was a big one, can’t remember how long
  • Tired and stressed my self out doing 7 shows over five weeks
  • Had my 30th (Have I said that)
  • Stared building Concord
  • Visited a castles
  • To this date I have burnt 110828 Calories and have walked, cycled, ran 1449km when I have remembered to turn my app on
  • I have gained 7 more followers on here. Welcome
  • I have tweeted over 3ooo tweets
  • I have met 2 special people in my left and said goodbye to them.
  • I got a tax rebate
  • I spent a day in cinema on my own
  • I have moaned about lots of stuff

So there you have it, my year in a nut shell. Don’t forget if you do wish to read the past entries of blogs then please do so. Some are interesting. But I got bored looking back at 2011 and seeing that apart from running nothing really happened. Oh well on to 2012.

Have a good New Year.

30 ins’t That Old Is It?

This is part one of two blogs. In simple terms I am 30 in 3 weeks, and yes I am not looking forward to it. At the moment I wish to run away to Snowdon and go walking to celebrate in solitude but know I’ll end up getting pissed with my mates enjoying every minute well apart from those minutes that follow the next day.

However this post comes about due to a conversation about music and my favourite Beatles song. To give the discourse some context I am working with a young persons theatre group where as well as young actors there are a gathering of wana be technicians aged 15. This is not why I feel old, it is what was said that aged me so quickly in the room. I reported that I was rather fond of ‘Number 9’ on the ‘White Album’ which I then later said you couldn’t get for love or money and my brother had to import it. One of the youths in a ‘off the cuff’ way butted in with ‘Why didn’t you just download it?’

Why? Why! because back when I was his age the internet was still dial-up. He looked puzzled. Do I need to say anymore? Some one half my age is living light years ahead of the way I grew up at his age, and that is scary stuff.

Over the next week, I’m going to think about how my life at 15 is different from those growing up now and write about it. Sure when I grew up I had VHS, which my Mother and Father never had but already this kid has had DVD and Bluray (two very quick advancing technologies)grown up with 100 television channels, at least I grew up with four, only one more than my parents. And the real difference is I know about the past and the way people use to live, young people today can’t imagine or comprehend life on dial up, a computer game in 2D, research from a book or CD-Rom or having to remember your mates number as the only phones were connected at the way.

So stand by for a long list and very good long rant.

A Week today, and 27 days.

Well next week, I will be lining up on the streets of Sheffield ready to run my 2nd 10K race. In the small amounts of training I have done and let’s be honest I ran a half marathon in September a simple 10K is nothing and my training has reflected this. Rather than doing distance I have concentrated on speed work doing short 5K runs and as a result beat my PB for my 5K around my block.

I’m looking forward to the race, and have already included it in next years running diary. Other events include the Brighton, Bristol, Liverpool, Great North Run half Marathons, the Thunder Run and the Manchester and Sheffield 10K. I am still thinking about entering the Manchester Marathon but am not sure if I am quite ready for it yet.

In other news I am still in the middle of a busy work schedule, I’m off to Barrow on Tuesday then back up the M1/A1 to Newcastle for a show, then after that I am resting and taking time off. Partly because in 27 days I will be turning 30 and to be honest I don’t care. I am not sure what I want to do. To be honest I want to go away to Wales and walk Snowdon again and be my self. Is this  good??? or should I be with my friends??

Oh well some time running the streets will help me think about it.

See you soon.