Author: Buck

Yesterday I woke up with a sore throat and it felt like it was on my chest. I felt a bit rough and weak. But it wasn’t the plague weakness. Somehow there are different degrees of weakness. The plague weakness is just awful, it wastes you. A normal lurgy weakness is just feeling weak. I forced myself out of the door for a 7 mile run and got better as the day went on. This morning I woke up at 04.40 and couldn’t get back to sleep. It had been snowing a bit overnight and it was fair brisk so I didn’t want to get out of bed, but I gave up and got up about 05.00 to get ready for my long run. I didn’t feel lurgy-ed and didn’t feel plague weak. I was out of the door before 06.00. The plan said I was to do an easy paced 16 miles so I followed my usual route along the canal. It turns out 2 hours before dawn, on an unlit path under trees, you can’t see jack. Who knew? I had to divert and do a road run. I got it done without any problems. The great news is for the rest of today I’ve not had any plague weakness. I am desperate to believe that is it and I can get back to committed training and life that isn’t ground down by the crushing weight of the weakness. In other news, predictably, I’ve been spending on the bike. I’ve given in to the relentless advertising and got Temu, a front app for a million Chinese companies. It’s full of cheap goods. The handguards I wanted on eBay but were about £50 (for what is basically a bit of plastic), were £13.48, free postage. So I’ve got them. And an eBay (but reputable) set of heated grips. Also I noticed my tyres were 7 years old. They say they perish after 5 years. The rubber gets brittle and loses traction. That’s not a massive problem on the back, a bit of sliding about is controllable, but if the front slips out you are down. So I’m getting a new tyre fitted tomorrow. That was a hassle. My go-to motorbike tyre place has gone out of business. Trying to find someone to supply and fit a tyre took me an hour on the internet. When all these bits are fitted I am totally done. I’ll keep an eye on the exhaust system and the back tyre, but they could last years yet. The next job I’m expecting is in April ’25. It doesn’t need it yet, but when I do the MOT in a year I’ll have it serviced at the same time. The other thing at the moment is I’m thinking about going back to Iceland to drive. It the same sort of deal, pay-wise, as Booker. The basic rate isn’t too clever but averaged with the overtime rate (after 45 hours) and given that the breaks are […]

I put it off for a long time, but I finally cracked. My bike, the CBR650F, is fine. It does lots of things well, but I was never happy happy with it. I like it, it’s pretty, modern, and reliable, but there was no spark of passion there. As is my way I started idly perusing motorbikes. It soon became apparent that what I really wanted was a VFR750. I’ve had loads of them and they are just about the perfect all rounder. They are not under powered, they are not so fast as to be unusable, they handle brilliantly, they have a massively over engineered engine that makes them bulletproof, they are comfy… The only thing wrong with them is they are old, have carburetors, and the styling is a smidge dated. If Honda made a new model with fuel injection I would pay top dollar for it. Honda lost sight of their “sports tourer” designation with the VFR800. I’ve only had one, but it was a bloated bike that, although it had more power and speed, felt lost in the corners. The VFR750 I got last year was old and worn out. It took the shine off the love affair. That’s why I got a modern (2017) bike that, according to the reviews “could serve as a sports tourer”. It’s OK, but it’s no VFR750. Then a few days ago I saw an advert for a 1994 VFR750, 26,000 miles (in 30 years!) with a ton of upgrades. It’s had the suspension, brakes, and clutch upgraded. And it’s red. Red ones are faster. Science. The guy was selling it for less than some tired looking bikes with over double the mileage. And it was only 20 odd miles away! Unheard of! I went to look, liked it and Wendy and I went to Wirral to pick it up today. Wendy had to brave two motorways to follow me back home. Bless her. She’s was scared but she did it. Luke had offered to run me, but he is working nights as a lorry driver now, the last thing he needs is to get up early to do more driving, so Wendy insisted that she would do it. I drove there, she drove back. She was fine, I don’t know what she was worrying about. Anywho, as soon as I got riding I was a happy bunny. The upgraded brakes are fierce! My CBR has ABS, so you can grab the brakes if you want, but they don’t seem as bitey at the VFR. Not having ABS makes that something of which you have to be aware. But it’s better to have too much braking on tap than not enough, in most instances. There are things I’m going to have to keep an eye on. It still has the original, 30 year old, exhaust system! Because it’s done so few miles it’s not rotted through. Every other VFR I’ve had has had the stainless steel replacement exhaust system. My […]

We made it through another xmas. The rest of the year is gravy now. I’m on countdown to Blackpool marathon now. Because I have Sunday/ Monday as my weekend I do my long run on Monday then have Tuesday as my rest day. Which means I’ll be starting my 16 week training plan properly on Wednesday. Today I went for a long run. I wanted to run to Carr Mill Dam then back to Widnes. A full circuit of the two ends of the canal. It’s about 31 miles. Because it was New Year’s day, a Monday when everyone was off, full of mince pie lardiness and fitness resolutions, it was heaving. I had to stop a few times, slow down a bunch of times and weave in and out of herds of ambling pedestrians waddling along. That didn’t improve the run, but I was suffering. It was slutchy underfoot, and I was wearing un-plated, ploddy, trainers, but that’s no excuse. I lost my mojo after the Carr Mill Dam loop and didn’t do the other loop. I ended doing a 20 mile run at 8.29m/m average pace. It shouldn’t have been so hard or painful. Worrying. I’ve been having calf cramps and pains in the back of my quads on the runs lately. I’m wondering if running is mainly a quad based activity. I’ve not been cycling for a year now, and my calves are playing up. I suppose I’m going to have to set up my turbo trainer again. Maybe start cycling to work. It’s only 2.2 miles each way, but it’s better than nothing. Maybe sell my motorbike. I’m also looking at getting a rowing machine. That’s good for a bunch of muscles, particularly your glutes and core strength, but it does work your calves as well. I’ve been putting off strength training for years. A rowing machine would tick a lot of the strength training boxes, and it’s something I don’t mind doing. Now I have to dig in and commit to every run on my training plan for Blackpool marathon. Then I’ll have a few months of maintenance runs, then start again for Frankfurt. I’ve booked the flights and accommodation and started learning German. The accommodation was a pain. We’ve been scammed again. Two marathons I’ve booked a pad through Booking.com, (this one had 4 different reviews so I thought it was alright). They ask for the money up front, no worries, then a few days later you get a message off Booking.com saying the reservation is cancelled. The business renting the property don’t reply and don’t refund. Last time I contacted Booking.com, and although they hadn’t taken the money or had anything to do with that side of it, they covered it. That was really good of them and I’m hoping it’s policy. However, you have to wait until after the booking date before they cough up. So 10 months, in this instance. There’s been no reply to my emails to the renter, I’ll […]

I saw a random tweet saying it was the last day to enter the ballot for the Berlin marathon, so on a whim I thought I’d give it a go. It’s one I fancy and the Good For Age (GFA) qualifying time is ridiculously tough. Most other marathons have it in 5 year brackets, so I’d be in 55-59 year old bracket, which for London is 3.20, and for Boston it’s a leisurely 3.25 for us old dodders (so I already qualify with my 3.17 PB). Berlin GFA is 45-59 year old (!) 2.55! I was planning on waiting until I qualify for Berlin GFA, to earn a place, but that’s a long wait for a train that ain’t coming. So I entered the draw. Nope. Sorry you were unsuccessful this time. It was a long shot. They have something like ten times more applications than they have places. That got me thinking about marathons I’d like to do. I read a Runner’s World article on the fastest marathons in the world. There’s the Majors, London (meh), Boston (nope), Valencia (too late this year, lottery again for next year), Blackpool… Well, they didn’t actually call it a Major, or mention it at all, but I’m sure they were all thinking it. Then they mentioned two others, Seville, Spain, in February, that’s sold out for this year, but I’ve put my name on the waiting list in case anyone drops out. I don’t expect to get in, but hopefully they will email me as soon as 2025 places go live. That one’s not a ballot, just first come first served. And Frankfurt, Germany. That’s on the 27th of October, and there were still places available. I’m in! SQUEEEEEEEE! My first foreign marathon! I’m excited but a bit anxious. The logistics of the thing. The bad news is I’ve failed at a bunch of runs lately. I wanted to see what pace I was actually good for over a full marathon distance, but I was useless. I started at 6.50 pace but just couldn’t hold it. I think I’d already failed before I set out, my mental attitude was “This is so going to hurt, I don’t think I can do it”,etc. I should have been thinking “Call that pain? HA! YOU CAN’T BREAK ME!” Anyway, I struggled to hold it to 7.15 pace for 12 miles. Today the plan said an easy run of 8 miles at 8.15 pace, then 6x 100m strides at 85% effort. Fine and dandy. An easy trot. Then at 2 miles the plague weakness suddenly smashed me. I made it to 3 miles but then had to turn around. 6 miles at 8.06, but I was in such a mess I ended up going to bed for an hour. After an easy 6 mile run. I’m wondering if that was in any way a contributory factor to my long run fail. The bright side is my watch remains relentlessly chipper. It’s upgraded my fitness to 90.6% […]

I said that after the 10K run, then the fitness test based on it, my watch had set a bunch of predictions for my times. The heart rate is pre-chest strap, so wildly inaccurate. My Normal maximum heart rate is about 166. Maybe a beat or two more. I was worried the predictions were all a bit optimistic so I set to testing them. It’s a flat out effort so I did one last week, one this week. Last week I did a 5K, hoping to beat the 20 minute barrier. I got a 19.52 and was made up. Today I went out to test myself on a half marathon. That has all kinds of problems. There’s the speed, obviously, but then there’s the mental toughness to hang in when it’s hurting and you’ve got miles to go at your best effort. My Coros watch had predicted 1.32:11. After the 5K it updated the prediction to 1.31:54. Obviously if I’m going to try and go flat out I’m going to try to beat the benchmark time of 1.30. That’s 6.51 m/m pace for 13.1 miles (I’ve just checked). I’m a 57 year old duffer, give me a break! It was tough, but not “I can’t hold this pace” tough. I was working really hard but not gasping and ragged. My usual run route was blocked off so I found a mile and a bit circuit, which worked nicely because I was only into the wind for half the circuit, so I could make up my time on the other half. I was finding it so do-able I broke up the boredom of mile laps with a long circuit that had a bit of a hill and and a mile or so into the wind. Which was kind of stupid. But I did it. 13.11 miles in 1.29;09! That is exactly equal to my PB (but that was with my Garmin watch and I’m pretty sure it was suspect). A (at the very least, joint) PB at 57! Not too shabby. I was kept honest on the last few miles, the last 1.1 miles (into the wind) in particular, because I hadn’t bothered to check the pace chart before setting off, and about 8 or 9 miles in I suddenly thought “is it 6.50 (the target pace I’d been holding for the run) or 6.48?” I knew I had some seconds in the bag for 6.50 but had to keep pushing in case I was going to miss out if it was 6.48. I finished and sat on a fence bar, gasping for air. I must have looked rough because a young couple asked me if I was alright. Jogged around the corner to home, then coughed my lungs up non-stop for 2 minutes solid. Worth it! My watch has amended it’s predictions My VO2 max is back in the very best (48.9 VO2) for my age group (50 – 59) my heart rate is more realistic, but look at my […]