Addicted

It would be a fair comment to say I am addicted to running. But is it an accurate description of the portrayal. Yes I run, and sometime I run a lot, other times I like to stay in bed. This does not seem like an addiction to me, more a social pass time, a hobby that requires a little more attention and care than lets say ‘Stamp Collecting’ or ‘reading’.

My blog started life as a way to moan and let off steam about the world and the way it angers my very being but soon grew into a training diary of some one becoming a runner with that person being me. Me  who had never really ran more than the distance to catch the number 42 to the city centre before it pulled away from the bus stop. I wanted to blog to show people that a non runner could in fact learn how to run and the following blog is testament to that.

So am I addicted to the running, did I at some point while training for my first 10K race catch the so called ‘Running Bug’ it appears so as even when I was injured all I wanted to do was run and no sooner had I kissed my medal and sat back in relief that I had achieved an activity that for many is out of their reach and comfort zone had found myself entering ‘The Great North’ and then ‘Conwy’ followed by another 10K that was soon to be followed by yet another run.

It is only now that mystery seems to be unravelled. I am not so much addicted to the joy running, although science has shown that running can become addictive with the chemicals that your brain produces during exercise and I can hold my hand up and clearly say after a run I feel happy, delighted I may even go as far to say I feel ecstatic and for those who know me seeing me wear a smile is an odd occasion and I can even back the science up as when I am unable to run like the time I was injured I become miserable. Running makes you feel good. So am I addicted? I think the answer is a no, what I have now found or believed I have found is that while addicted to the benefits of running I am more addicted to the races.

As I write this entry I have just had to turned down a chance to race in the ‘Two Castles Race’ in Warwickshire an event that would be right up my street, running from a castle to another castle with the bonus of staying with friends who live down that way. The reason for this upsetting decision is because when I first tried to enter the organisers said it was full and placed me on a stand by list, wanting to race in June I quickly hunted for another race and found the ‘Mersey 10K Tunnel’ in Liverpool that falls on the same date only to get an email a couple of days later informing me that a place had come available.

In fact while I continue to write I have just entered yet another 10K race, which makes it my third race I’d be participating in during May, and only a couple of weeks after my Marathon (So much for resting). So while catching the ‘Running Bug’ may be a hazard to many who suddenly find themselves waking at 6am and knocking off work early to get home just to enable them to squeeze a quick 5K jaunt around the park I feel that I have gone beyond that and have now moved into the rather dangerous and costly addiction of race entries chasing the next medal, PB or distance. My diary is slowly booking up more with race dates than work ones, and being that I am freelance, that should be a worrying statistic but I am finding I am organising work to fit around races, not races to fit round work a couple of months ago I turned down a job as it meant I would miss an opportunity to run.

What is the reason for this addiction? I’m not too sure! is it the medal or T-shirt, the joy to run with others and run next to people who share the same passion and enjoyment. Is it just down to wanting to bag as many races like walkers wanting to bag monroes. Maybe its a consistent battle whereby you’re running after PB’s as all my races to date have seen me record a new PB and while I’m new to running the room for improvement will I’m sure die away and the PB’s will become harder to achieve so maybe the addiction will also fade or maybe I will just find something new to run after. Maybe it will to get ‘The best in age’ category or addiction to for the goody bags.

What ever happens, I know one thing for sure my love of running and the passion that burns inside for this simple past time will always stay lit and be it that the addiction is too competing, medal hoarding or just placing your trainers on at 6am and running on the desolate streets watching the world slowly wake and the sun rising as the human rat race begins another day the addiction will always be there in one form or another.

Listen and take the advice

I read a lot of running forums and do try to take on advice and suggestions but much of the time I plead sheer ignorance and carry on regardless.

Last year when my left foot hurt, I refused to acknowledge the pain until enough was truly enough and my physio friend had arranged an appointment to see their colleague. The result of the pending examination was a weak left hip that was causing the pain in the foot, as that was now taking the entire strain of running.

Now on recent podcasts and twitter pages the talk of getting an M.O.T for your body by visiting a physio has been mentioned. And when you think about it it makes sense. We as runners take care and time picking our running kit, checking our pace, Heart rate etc but we lack the interest when it comes to checking our biomechanics are up to the job of getting a regular pounding.

Physios can often spot issues before the pain factor come into play. I went to one as a pain in my right foot this time had occurred. The result was tight calves but also he spotted a weak right hip, which if left untreated could cause a magnitude of issues in the future.

So to some up… If you run, then spend money on a Physio to check your posture, muscle fibres, hips, basically a M.O.T. It is well worth it.

Repeating Myself!

This is not just a simple copy and past of another blog entry but thinking about it I could so easily do that and save myself time. No this is a new entry but the subject matter or matters are topics I have discussed on more than one occasion.

Now on Friday I think it was, it may even have been Thursday I wrote about a small injury I picked up fearing that it was going to be major. Well my fears of being injured just as the Marathon training kicks off have come to life. I have ripped, or torn or done some horrible damage to my left quad, making walking even quite painful. So I am now out of action for a while and learning from my foot injury last year then rest is the key.

The trouble is when I don’t run I become miserable, sad, I turn in on myself and with the prospect of the work I want to do still not in reaching distance and one of my friends ignoring me, and the other about to go through a rather large life changing experience (Baby) my brain is looking back and thinking maybe I should have packed it in and gone to New Zealand, maybe I still could. Or maybe a cold start is what I need, move to Wales or Scotland and just find a completely new job. Maybe if I could write better then I would submit articles to magazines and live as a freelance writer. After all I have nothing holding me back. My friends are moving on in there lives and the friends that aren’t seem to be moving on from me. The other night in the pub when I met with some people whom I hadn’t seen for a long time were banging on at me about not phoning them. The cheek of it, they have my number and never phoned. the fact that several time I texted them, and they never got back or said they were busy, only to find though Facebook or days later from some one else that they had been out or were out.

I know it’s me feeling sorry for myself, but when I have friends who say that they will be bored having two days off and their better half is away and how lonely and boring it will be, I want to scream out “Try it for two months where your supposed mates don’t get in contact or reply to any messages and you’re stuck in a house counting the pennies as your next bit of well paid work isn’t till April and you have rent and Christmas and god knows what else to pay for in-between”.  I try to keep busy  and am actively looking for some one, after all I have joined that once taboo subject ‘Internet Dating’ however the more I think, the more I come to the conclusion that maybe after twelve years the spell of Manchester is weakening on me and it’s time I leave this great city and find pastures new and a job which will make me happy. The job doesn’t even have to be well paid as long as it is in the hills of Snowdonia or looking after a castle I will be happy and for some one who thinks that money is the greatest treasure on earth then that statement really says something.

Oh well I’m hoping come tomorrow morning my leg will be better, and I will try a nice short run before I go into the theatre and create the finishing touches to the show.

 

P.S Just so I don’t seem like a complete dick, I will be there for my baby mate, and give me all the support and help he needs. He is after all my best mate and properly the only person who really knows me.

Don’t Let This Be A Sign!!!

Well I ran today, set out to do a 7 mile route, which I did.

I ran the 10K mark fast, a little too fast I think to keep it up, so slowed down on the 3rd mile but not by much and it didn’t do much damage as I seemed to off completed my 10K in my 2nd fastest time of 47 minutes. My 5K time was a little slow I thought but I have not checked past records yet. Anyway after the 10K mark, I slowed my pace down to a recovery run, but the dam thing is I have a nigle in my left thigh that developed around four miles. Not a sprain or pulled muscle but something else. I’m hoping it will go in time for my long run on Saturday, and that this isn’t the start of an injury that will play havoc.

Maybe I should rest on Saturday even if it feels alright as you never know but I can’t afford to take time off as I am in production week starting on Sunday for 4 days, and then go into another production week a week on Saturday for a 6 days, so any training will go right out of the window which I suppose if I do cause more harm on saturday I have a good two weeks of rest but that’s a pain as I am just getting settled into my targets and running patterns.

Oh well we will see what saturday brings.

The Dr says its good for you!

So my foot is injured and I have damaged my toe nail. I was the 3rd runner who had checked in with the doctor that day making him conclude that running must be good for you!

You see for some time now I have had a yellow toenail. A fungus infection I assumed, but in fact its occurred due to running and the constant rubbing or banging of the toe against the trainer causing the nail to be lifted off from the nail bed. The doctor diagnosed this very quickly and gave advice on how it can be prevented. On to the next query, my hurty foot. For those who have not updated themselves with my pain then allow me to summaries. I was out running and had to stop as a sharp pain was occurring on the top of my left foot. Some web browsing revealed a number of possibilities and today the doctor confirmed that it was bruised/sprained tendons caused again by the impact of running. When enquired on rest time he shrugged and suggested new trainers and to get back on it as I didn’t have much training time left.

So my question is should I remain rested and if so for how long? Or should I try a small jog tomorrow and risk injury for longer.

Maybe keeping one more day of rest and having some Ice on it again will help, I hope it does as with less than two weeks to go I’m getting concerned that I may not have trained as much as I should have.

The bigger issue is that I’m growing ever more restless and unhappy due to not jogging around my estate. I know they praise exercise for being good and making you feel well and full of energy, and I can fully agree as I love it. Its the only activity I seem to live for at the moment and being forced not to partake is killing me. So hopefully my foot will improve and I can once again start running to happiness (corny I know) again.

Bored at work

Well being that all last week took me twice the time it should have to commute up Manchester Road, today I decided to set of early to make sure any traffic that tried to hamper my progress did so in the allotted time I had put aside.

But I have now been here at work sat watching telly completely bored. There was no traffic and I practically sailed into work.

I’m now sat here nursing my foot which is still in pain and am unsure what I have done to it but I know its making me sad as I can’t run at the moment along with not being bothered with life or any of my mates, not sure why just want to hide away.

I’m hoping it gets better come the weekend as I’m thinking of going to Wales for the weekend for some walking, but also I don’t think I can go a whole week not beating the streets.

Anyway… Time to go.