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parkrun tourism: Marlborough Common parkrun

by Ben

We’ve never really got back into the groove of blogging since the parkrun pandemic pause. Since parkrun returned in July 2021, we have visited 20 new venues. Of those, we have only blogged about two: Stratford Park, Stroud and Somerdale Pavilion. Which is a shame, because we’ve visited some amazing new places and had some great adventures. At some point, we’ll probably try and go back through and write up what we can remember, but it is much more of a chore, so I’m going to skip ahead to our most recent travels.

On 17 September 2022, we visited Marlborough Common parkrun, based on ‘the Common’ on the edge of Marlborough, in Wiltshire. It was our 78th different parkrun location, and our 62nd of 77 active south-west locations. The Common was given to the town during the reign of King John (1196-1216), and has a whole array of sports fields: football, rugby, golf and tennis, at least. There are 10 acres of open space for walking, or in our case – running.

This hadn’t actually been our first choice parkrun for the morning. I (Ben) had been on a work trip to Germany for the week, and spent Friday night in the Heathrow Airport Premier Inn, while Lolly and the kids were at home in Taunton. We had decided to meet at Seven Fields parkrun. However, Seven Fields was cancelled by the landowner due to the impending funeral of Queen Elizabeth II, so we had to alter our plans. Thankfully, Marlborough Common was similarly roughly equidistant for us.

This relatively late change of plans did mean that we hadn’t done too much research on the course, which we found out was a two-lap course all on grass. Toilets proved to be a little bit of an issue – there are none on the Common, the nearest are in (or near) Waitrose in town, which is roughly half a mile away. This is well advertised on the course page, but for Lolly and the children, just added a bit more time onto their travel, and is worth bearing in mind. Parking in on the Common itself, which is very clearly signposted, and well marshalled.

On the morning, our five-year-old (KK), who hates running, shocked us by declaring that he wanted to run with Mummy. (A few days later, when we were talking to someone about him having done his second 5k, he piped up with “I didn’t know that was a 5k.” So, maybe he didn’t realise what he was letting himself in for…) Anyway, as a result of this, Lolly ran with him, while I ran with Lani.

Due to our faffing around, we missed the first-timers briefing, despite the fact that I had originally arrived at the park at around five past eight! Even so, the main run briefing was detailed enough, and other than a slight hiccup when we were told to walk over to the finish, rather than the start, we were soon away.

The course – two laps, almost all on pretty uneven grass.

The course starts in the southern corner of the park, and heads a short distance up a path on the western side before cutting in for the short out-and-back section, which runs alongside a children’s football pitch. After a 180 degree turn around a flag, you head back to the path, and then turn left onto the field to start the big lap of the Common. This takes you up the eastern side of the park, through some trees and around the parking area. It cuts into the park to skirt alongside the golf course, gradually climbing up hill. Towards the far end of the park there are a few turns to follow established tracks along the grass, and then you turn down the western edge and head back downhill, past the rugby pitch. After the rugby pitch you turn into the park again, running between the rugby pitch and the car park driveway until you get all the way across to the other side of the park, closing the loop. You then head back towards the start area, and do it all again. After completing your second lap, rather than doing the out-and-back, you turn into the finish funnel!

Lani had a pretty good first half of the run, but we slowed down between 1.5 and 2.5 miles, taking plenty of walking breaks, before speeding up again for the final run in, pushed on by the gradual downhill nature of most of the final kilometre. The course is nothing amazingly special, but I didn’t find it as dull as ‘two laps around a Common’ might sound. The sports pitches, golf course, and a few copses of trees give variety to each lap, as does the slope from one end to the other, meaning your effort levels vary through the lap. The marshals were enthusiastic and encouraging, which always helps – particularly when running with children. Lani particularly enjoyed the high-five marshal at the top end of the lap.

Lolly and KK in good spirits – so pretty near the start, then!

Once we’d finished, I walked around the second loop with Lolly and KK. By this point, it was pretty clear that KK was regretting his decision, but he continued on until eventually flinging himself to the ground about five metres from the finish line and refusing to move! A short, ahem, drag later, and we were done!

Afterwards we headed into the town centre to get some post-parkrun breakfast from Greggs, then had a little ramble around the shops (the toy shop was a favourite, shockingly!) We finished off with some time at the play park at the Recreation Ground, which is about a five to ten minute walk from either the town centre or the Common.

Hopefully we can tick off a fair few more of the south-west parkruns over the next few months, but where we can’t or don’t fancy travelling far enough to visit new ones, we’ll be trying to return to some of those that Lolly and I have done but Lani hasn’t.

Post-parkrun play park.

parkrun tourism: Stratford Park parkrun, Stroud

by Ben

It’s been a while. In March 2020, we toured at St Mary’s parkrun. In my write-up from that run, I mentioned that “Given that it seems more and more likely that parkrun will be suspended soon, we were eager to get out and parkrun this weekend.” Well, it has to be said that I hadn’t anticipated quite such a long suspension.

Obviously parkrun returned quite a while ago now. Firstly, this post is very tardy: we’re out of practice at blogging. Secondly, we didn’t get straight back to touring: parkrun came back at the start of the summer holidays, which brings holiday traffic to the M5, and after facing it for work, I wasn’t really up to doing it again on a Saturday for ‘fun’.

So it wasn’t until the start of September that we scheduled our first tourist trip. Initially we planned to head to Stonehouse parkrun, but some uncertainty about whether they had toilets meant that we finally opted for Stratford Park parkrun, Stroud, a little further off the M5, but in the same general area.

Stratford Park parkrun, Stroud is (this is going to blow your mind) in Stratford Park in Stroud, Gloucestershire. The park has plenty of greenspace, and a manor house, and is situated behind a leisure centre. There is lots of parking in the leisure centre car park (which is free), and the centre staff are happy to let parkrunners in to use the toilets and changing rooms.

Due to some issues on the motorway, we arrived in a huge rush at about 8:50, but still managed to get the buggy set up, all of us use the toilets, and get to the start in time for the end of the run briefing. We did miss the first timers’ briefing though, so I knew basically nothing about the course…

…the course, it turned out, was hilly.

I ran this one with Lani, while Lolly took the buggy. The course starts along a wide path, but quickly narrows as it winds its way around the manor house. Lani got off to a quick start, and was motivated by being ahead of Mummy, meaning that when we hit the first hill, pictured above, she kept running, gaining us a few positions. The course continues up the hill past the play park, and then does a little out and back above the park, before heading gently downhill for most of the rest of the lap.

The lap is nicely varied; the wide grassy expanse of the park area, followed by a more wild meadow feel, and then the course disappears down into the wood for a short stretch, before coming back out below the manor house, but even this stretch was strewn with large tree roots which make it very uneven underfoot. At the end of each of the three laps, a short sharp tarmac incline brought you back to the start/finish area.

On the final lap, rather than turning right at the top of this hill, you turn left and then loop around to the right on the other side of the hedge. (Looking at it as we approached, I was worried we were going to have to go all the way around the tennis courts, but we didn’t!) Some phenomenal running from Lani, along with a course which did not suit the buggy meant that we stayed ahead of Lolly for a great little run for Lani.

When we visited, there were 73 finishers, and it was a really nice friendly event. Numbers haven’t topped 100 since the return, and on some of the more inclement weeks have been under 50. I imagine in the wetter conditions at the moment, it’d be a really tough course, but in the late summer sun, it was gorgeous. The sports centre café wasn’t open when we visited, so we headed straight back after.

Family parkrun selfie!

Next up in our tourist travels was Somerdale Pavilion…

Shepperdine Marathon: race report

by Ben

Background and training summary

I’m both not that keen on running long races, and honestly not that experienced at it. Of the 85 races I ran from 2012 to 2020, only one was longer than 20 miles (the Snowdonia Trail Marathon) and fourteen were over 10 miles (around 16%). In fact, since running Snowdonia in the summer of 2018, I did 19 races, the longest of which was a 10-miler. Over half were 10k races. Through the summer, I often raced two or even three times a month.

So when Covid returned in winter 2020, my first thought was to keep working on what has been a target since 2017: a sub-40 minute 10k. But… I also had a crazy thought: without the continuous grind of 10k races, maybe I could train for a marathon…

I had got into a good training groove through the latter half of 2020, hitting good (for me) monthly mileages:

  • July: 113 miles
  • August: 130 miles
  • September: 138 miles
  • October: 128 miles
  • November: 100 miles
  • December: 103 miles

My overall mileage was okay, but my long runs sat at around 10 miles, so in January and February I started to work them up a bit longer; 14, 15, 17, 14, 18, 20… and then we moved house, roughly a month before the race. Let me tell you, moving house just before a big race is not ideal preparation! But still, my monthly mileages remained okay:

  • January: 102 miles
  • February: 123 miles
  • March: 111 miles
  • April: 115 miles (including the marathon)

Pre-race

As I mentioned above, my only previous marathon was off-road and went over Snowdon. So I didn’t have anything like a representative time. Based on my 10k times race converters suggested I could run something around 3:15, but I am well aware of my own capabilities and experience. As well as very rarely running longer races, I know that my body just isn’t that well suited for it. So I added a bit on, rounded it off, and came up with a target of 3:30.

This was quite a personal target – mostly I was telling people that I just wanted to get a good representative time, and would be happy with whatever I got if the race felt like it went well. You know, that rubbish.

Due to Covid restrictions, the race was pretty barebones, which honestly suits me quite well, as I’m used to small local races anyway. I’ve never really fancied the idea of a big city marathon. My only real concern was what looked like a lack of hydration stations, so I resolved to train with, and expect to race with, a hydration vest (actually a Montane VIA Jaws 10 litre pack for those interested, with bottles, not a bladder).

On race day, I arrived with a fair amount of time, and as it was a rolling individual start, I could more or less start at any point within a two-hour window, although I did have a recommended start time. My only real concern at this point was that after a couple of months of training in wet, cold conditions, the sun had come out in force, and it was that typical ‘London Marathon April Sunday’ – one of the first “hot” days of the year. And… for reasons, I didn’t end up putting sun cream on.

The race

One of the nice things with targeting a 3:30 marathon is that the pacing is pretty simple. It is pretty much 8 minute miles. Mentally, this is a comfortable pace for me to run over distance; the group I lead with the running club runs at 7:30 to 8:00 pace, and anything at “effort” is normally between 6:45 and 7:15. So I headed out with a plan of aiming for around 7:50 per mile, hoping that would be easy enough, while still giving me a bit of a time buffer in case I slowed towards the end.

So, obviously, my first mile was 7:36, followed by a 7:29. But honestly, it felt pretty nice and comfortable, so I decided to sort of stick with it; I decided to ease back a little, but settle at around 7:40. The course was an extended lollipop: a 5.5-mile ‘stick’ with three five-mile loops, and then back along the stick to the finish, just beyond the start. The overall course was pretty damn flat – my Strava recorded 417 feet across the whole thing, but the out-and-back “stick” did have some noticeable rises and falls. They all felt pretty friendly on the way out though!

The rolling start meant that I was continually passing people, and quite often being passed by others – there was no real way of gauging your pace other than simply by feel and your watch. Even so, I managed to run pretty consistently: according to Strava my first five 5km splits were 23:33, 23:54, 23:52, 24:09 and 24:18. That took me to just over 16 miles, and the start of the third loop.

Ah… the marathon runner’s grimace. Yeah… this was about 20 metres in.

The looped nature of the course had been a little bit of a worry – especially as at one point it had been advertised as a five-lap route! But I knew that the marathon would be as much as mental fight for me as a physical one, so I just viewed it as another part of the battle. And honestly, while it was a little bit difficult (I won’t lie, towards the end of that second loop, I was quite tempted just to call it quits and head back), it was fine.

Starting that third loop, my mile splits had slipped to around 7:50, but I wasn’t really that worried. I was still splitting under 8:00, which meant I was still gaining time on my target of 3:30. I figured that with some slower miles towards the end, I was looking at a good chance of somewhere around 3:25, and was feeling pretty happy with the idea. Maybe this marathon lark wasn’t as bad as it seemed?

So, of course, then things started to go a little bit wrong. I got little niggles of cramp in my right leg; both my hamstring and groin. Nothing too bad, but worries in my head. I was drinking plenty of water, but it was hot, I was sweating a lot, and probably hadn’t been taking on gels regularly enough. The combination of the hot sun and the wind, which was quite a strong headwind on the latter half of each loop was getting to me, mentally as much as physically.

My splits began to slip more, but I still wasn’t too worried, I had time in hand. 8:10, 8:06, 8:19, that’s fine, I can manage that. Then, just as I was nearing the end of mile 21, disaster. My left hamstring cramped up completely. Just seized – I couldn’t run, I couldn’t walk. Heck, I couldn’t really move my leg at all. I could see the 21-mile marker just ahead of me, but it didn’t matter, I couldn’t move.

But then I had a bit of water, took a bit of time, stretched my leg out, and managed to start slowly walking. As I did so, it freed up, and I could walk more naturally, and eventually start running, slowly, again. Physically, I was back in action, but mentally, I was thrown. I still had over five miles to go, and I was limping along. The aid station was only about half a mile back – shouldn’t I just go back there, DNF and get a lift back? Did I really want to hobble another five miles?!

I kept going, but I was hyper aware of my hamstring (and any other potential cramping muscles). I was mentally broken, the fatigue of the marathon catching up with me. I was run/walking, not necessarily because of the injury, but just because it had all become too much. The next four miles came in at 9:18, 9:25, 9:05 and 9:46, and hopes of sub-3:30 were gone. That knowledge made things worse – mile 25 was an 11:01. I just couldn’t really be bothered anymore.

Then, I knew I was getting closer to the end. I was still run/walking, but I knew I just had a mile and a bit to go, and you know what, I could still get some sort of time. A 9:35 for mile 26 was hardly setting the world alight, but mentally I’d won, I had come back from the darkness. I actually cracked out something of a sprint finish, sort of, at the end.

I finished in a time of 3:37:21, and once I got over the initial disappointment of the wheels falling off, I was happy enough with it. Sure, it isn’t the best I could do. But you know what, that’s the marathon. Two YouTubers that I follow both did marathons that day (in fact one did Shepperdine), and neither of them went to plan. Sometimes, rarely, the perfect marathon happens. But mostly, it goes wrong to varying degrees, and that’s what happened to me. You live, you learn, you improve.

So, does that mean I might give the marathon another go? Maybe. I’ve got that itch to try again, to fix the things that went wrong and to get that sub-3:30. But… I still hate long runs.

Run Exe Winter 5: race report

by Ben

Within reason, I’m racing more or less anything I can find at the moment, given the dearth of races. But that said, this race was organised by City Runs, who I’ve always heard good things about, and was along Exmouth promenade, which is as flat as you can get. As an added bonus (of sorts) I’ve never raced a 5 miler before, so it was a guaranteed PB!

The race did have two potential downsides: it was on a Tuesday evening, and racing is always slightly tougher in the evening; and Exmouth promenade is very exposed to the weather, so if there was any wind, it would have an impact on my race.

This event was a trial race, ahead of a planned monthly series. My current running is all based around improving my 10k time, and a 5-mile race is a great substitute for the 10k distance, so hopefully I can get as many of these done as possible to benchmark my progress (weather and Covid-depending, of course).

Race day

Things worked out quite conveniently, and I was actually doing a training course at home on race day, which meant that I wasn’t as exhausted as I might have ended up. It also meant that I was a bit more in control of what and when I ate, so really I had close to ideal preparation. I took my weekend runs pretty easy ahead of the race, and was rewarded with the rarely seen “Peaking” from my Garmin: result!

I headed down in plenty of time, and arrived on the promenade about 50 minutes before my start time. The race was organised into waves of six runners, each released a minute apart. I was in the fourth wave, giving me a 7:03 start time. I had a little wander around, used the toilet, and then warmed up along the course, just to get a feel for the route. (Sure, it was just along the promenade, but it was also getting pretty dark, so I wanted to check out how good the pavement was and stuff…)

The race was twice out-and-back along the promenade, so each leg was 1.25 miles. The wind had died down from earlier in the day, and was also coming off the sea, which meant that for most of the course it was a cross-wind, rather than a headwind, though it did feel slightly against you on each of the “back” parts of the course.

Race

Soon enough, it was time to get into my ‘race pen’. Each pen was coned off with plenty of space for six people to socially distance, and the race rules also meant that we had to wear a face covering until 30 seconds before we started. I opted for a buff, which I then put onto my wrist as a sweatband, which I tend to wear anyway.

3-2-1-GO: It soon became clear that I didn’t want to run as fast as the other guys in my group, and I let them move away from me. I was still dragged along a little quicker than I should have been, I probably went through the first quarter of a mile averaging sub-6 minute miles, which is far too fast for me. But, I regained a bit of discipline, and brought my pace back under control within the first mile.

I started passing slower runners from the earlier waves within about half a mile, and not much later I, in turn, started to be passed by quicker runners from later waves. Although this was quite odd, constantly passing and being passed by other runners, it did mean that it was rare to be alone for long during the race.

My first mile came in a little bit quicker than I had been aiming for: 6:26. My expectation was that something around 6:30 would be about the quickest I would manage. Even though there was only a slight wind, I planned to focus on good “out” legs, to try and offset any time-loss in the “back” legs.

According to Strava, I slotted into a decent rhythm for the rest of the race. It felt like it was just getting harder and harder, and my pace was falling off a cliff, but actually, it was pretty perfect. I clocked through the middle three miles in 6:32, 6:34 and 6:33. Honestly, I don’t think I could have hoped for any better, even if it felt like my legs were going to fall off. I absolutely did not realise how well it had gone until I got home and checked Strava: I even told Lolly that I’d run a horrible positive split. (In fact, I ran a to-the-second-perfect even split.)

The second lap was quieter than the first, but there were still plenty of other runners about, going in both directions, so the race was never lonely. I had seen the “race leaders” during my first “back” leg; they had started in the final wave, and I wondered if they would catch up with me. Some quick mental maths suggested that they probably wouldn’t. Spoiler: I was wrong.

I was starting to really feel the exhaustion in my legs during the final mile. The start/finish end of the course was not that well lit for long sections, and by this point, there were few to no runners heading back the other way. Then, with around a third of a mile left, the lead (well, not exactly) bike passed me: “Keep left, lead runners coming through.”

The finish area was exceptionally well lit!

The combination of the bike, and then the runners gave me an injection of pace, allowing me to be dragged along behind them slightly. Sure, they were running over a minute per mile quicker than me, so I couldn’t actually keep up with them, but it still gave me that push (well, pull) when I needed it. I completed the final mile in 6:31, to finish in 33:00 exactly. (Sure, my mile times don’t add up to 33:00: my GPS tracked 5.07 miles, so there are another 23 seconds, but whatever.)

Summary

Before the race I’d used McMillan Running to work out some decent race paces.

  • My recent 10k PB at the Power Run 10k had been 41:57 in windy conditions: that was equivalent to 33:30, so that had been my minimum target: Done.
  • The next target at 10k, which had been my target at the Power Run 10k was 41:00, that was the equivalent of 32:44: Not done: target for the next race.
  • The ultimate target of my current 10k training is 39:59, which is the equivalent of 31:56: Not done: target by the end of the winter, maybe?
  • Did I enjoy this race? Yes, definitely.
  • Would I do this race again? Yes, definitely.
  • What’s next? Probably the next of these. I had another race cancel, the Big Cheese, a 15-mile hilly trail race, so I guess my training now can be completely focused on this flat and fast stuff.

Power Run 10k @ Exeter Racecourse: race report

by Ben

Turns out that this is a bit of a long one, sorry about that…

In January of this year, I ran the Waves on the Prom 5k, and three days later, I also ran the Storm Force 10. It turns out, three days is the shortest span I’ve ever had between two races. I didn’t expect it to be another eight months (to the day) before I ran another race: the longest span I’ve ever had between two races. The reason for this is obvious (in case you are reading this years later for some odd reason, it was the Covid pandemic). I had a few races booked, but they, like most, were cancelled.

I had some ankle issues in February/March, and was then furloughed at the start of April. I then went through a pretty inconsistent patch: I’d have a few good weeks, then a couple of weeks when I really couldn’t be bothered and barely got out. That sort of pattern continued for a while, until I picked up another niggly injury around June. Finally though, I strung some consistency together: 113 miles in July and 130 in August, never dropping below a 25-mile week since the start of July.

I looked around, fancying a crack at my 10k PB, the lowest-dangling fruit of my collection of PBs: 42:06 set at the 2017 Chard Flyer. I had come close twice in 2019, running 42:23 at the Pawlett Plod, shortly followed by 42:28 at the Wessex 10k. I found the Power Run 10k advertised at Exeter Racecourse, and set myself a crash four-week training plan to hone my speed.

Okay, so the training plan was actually just an adaptation of Runner’s World’s 4-week 10k training for 5 days a week. It mostly involved dropping the mileage of my long run from what I had been doing (around the half-marathon distance) and focusing more on quality mileage. I stuck to the interval sessions, but a lot of the other runs got adapted to fit in with life better.

Race-day

I wondered what affect socially-distanced racing would have on my day. I was definitely more nervous pre-race than I normally would be, although that might have been the combination of the period of time since my last race, combined with the pressure and expectation of going for a PB time. (The last time I beat a PB was actually that 2017 10k…)

The race instructions were great: very clear on what would happen, and what was expected of runners. There would be no water station, so bring your own water. It was three and a third laps of the race course service road. The start would be a mass rolling start, to avoid us all standing close together in a pack. Each race would have multiple waves, so only restricted numbers of runners would be on the course at a time. Come ready to run, collect your own medal after. Very stripped back.

I arrived about 45 minutes before the race was due to start. I was directed into the car park: “Park wherever you like, but leave an empty space between you and the next car. The toilets are over there..” Yes, that was my next stop. On the way back I had a bit of a chat with Chris, another RFRC member who had run in the first wave. He gave me some useful information: the wind is horrible, and it is hillier than you might think.

Okay: my initial target had been to run something around 41 minutes. I had always hoped to take it easy early on and then assess it, but hearing about the course cemented that in my mind, especially given I was out of practice at the whole racing thing.

The chat was useful, but it also meant that I ended up running a bit late. Normally I aim to warm-up for about fifteen minutes, but I had to make do with an abbreviated seven minutes – that’ll teach me for chatting too long!

Technically a post-race flat-lay, but does it really matter?
Race

At the start, we were funnelled into three files approached the line: I was in the second row from the front, as everybody else had declared that they were too far forwards, and dropped back. As we shot off, I made a concerted effort NOT to shoot off too fast, while also bearing in mind that the pace gap would be much smaller than usual: the sub-40 guys were in later wave. A few people went past me, and I settled in around eighth or ninth. Through the first kilometre, I let a gap grow between me and the leading pack, while inadvertently, I also developed a gap from the group behind me, leaving me somewhat in no man’s land. Great.

I was glad of my chat with Chris for the mental preparation: on the far side of the lap, it dropped down a dip, and then rose back up to our starting position. At the start of the second lap, turning onto the main straight revealed a horrible headwind during the gentle ascent. I hadn’t noticed it first lap, probably through a combination of the pack ahead of me, and early-race adrenaline. The pack ahead of me started to break up, and runners fell back towards me. Each runner gave me a little target, but I knew it was still important for me to be disciplined and run my own race.

Consistent pacing was impossible with an undulating course and a steady headwind along the finishing straight. There was also the slight oddity that the dip on the other side of the course was slightly protected from the wind, and so felt quite hot under the sun – such variety in a 3 km loop! I concentrated on strong, consistent effort, albeit with a slight increase during the descent, figuring that it played to my strengths and was the least sapping part of the course to press a little harder.

I passed the halfway stage, 5 km, in around 20:30, which told me that a 41-ish finishing time was out of the window, and I immediately began readjusting my thoughts for something around 42, if I could hold on for that.

I never used to be too keen on multi-lap courses, or at least the idea of them. But touring around so many parkruns has got me used to the concept, and honestly, it was quite nice today. After the first lap, I was able to plan better, knowing where I would lose and gain time. Each kilometre marker I set myself a target time to reach the next marker, bearing in mind whether it was a faster or slower part of the course. I not only considered how quickly I thought I could cover that section, but also what that would leave me needing in the remainder of the race: ‘If I reach 8 km in 33 minutes, I have nine minutes to do that final two kilometres, that should be doable.’

I worked my way through the field, and entered the final lap fourth in the wave: the chap in first was way ahead, but both second and third seemed to be falling back towards me. I closed in on third and passed him through the dip, as we hit 8 km: 33:05. I started to push from here; normally 2 km would be a little too far out, but I knew that most of the last kilometre would just be about holding on into that headwind, so if I was going to make an impact, it was now.

I pressed as the course rose out of the dip and along the back straight, and ran that penultimate kilometre in 4:04, closing the gap significantly on the guy in second. I continued to close in as we rounded the bend onto the home straight, a roughly 600 metre stretch to the finish. I tucked in behind him to shield myself from the wind, hoping to draft for a while before moving out towards the end, depending on how our time was looking.

Even behind him, the wind felt horrible, but I also felt like I had more to give. The pace felt like it was slowing too much, and I stepped out from behind him. Oh, okay, that’s definitely worse. I tucked back in. We passed the ‘400 m to go’ board with just under two minutes in hand. That should be easy enough?!

I stepped out again, but again, I couldn’t make an impression, and tucked back in. We were both getting quicker now: whether he reacted to my move, or it was just the closing push, I don’t know. Either way, I felt pretty sure we’d make it in under 42 minutes. In the final 20-30 metres, I moved into a gentle sprint, as did he: maybe if we had genuinely been battling over second, I could have pushed for an all-out sprint and beaten him, but it didn’t really matter. He finished in 41:55, and I finished in 41:57, officially a nine-second PB.

Post-race

I grabbed my medal, and chatted to a few of the other finishers, during which we mostly commiserated each other on the wind. On the way home, I stopped for McDonalds at the very handy restaurant which is less than a mile from the race course: great post-race fuelling!

Forgive the poor quality – it’s a screenshot of my Instagram story…

I’m pretty chuffed with the effort. Although I ended up around a minute slower than my vague target, I think that on a flatter, less windy course, I would have easily achieved that. I ran strong, and with a consistent effort that I maintained to the finish. I ran the first lap in 12:25, the second in 13:00, and the third in 12:50; then it was just the horrible final drag to the end.

Now I’m just champing at the bit for an opportunity to prove that I can run faster, and finally beat the 10k distance PB that I set during the 2016 Great Bristol Half Marathon.

  • Did I enjoy this race? Yes, definitely.
  • Would I do this race again? Yes, probably.
  • What’s next? No idea. I’m signed up for The Big Cheese (which I ran before, back in 2017), but I might find something else before then. Or… a second wave might put an end to races for the year.

parkrun tourism: St Mary’s parkrun

by Ben

Given that it seems more and more likely that parkrun will be suspended soon, we were eager to get out and parkrun this weekend. We umm-ed and ahh-ed quite a bit about where to go: ideally we wanted to tick off a new location, but I’d had a loooong week at work, and so didn’t want to travel too far. Also, all the weather lately meant that there were a few courses that would still be more or less a no-go with the buggy.

Ultimately, we went to bed still unsure. We had two options: St Mary’s parkrun, which would be a new location for all of us, or Ashton Court parkrun, which Lolly and I had ran back on New Years’ Day 2016. In the morning, we still didn’t really make a decision. Basically, we got in the car, I popped in the postcode for St Mary’s parkrun in Bridport, and that was that.

Now well used to our long parkrun drives, KK has found ways to keep himself entertained…

After an easy drive, just under an hour, we arrived at Bridport Football Club car park, which happily allowed parking via mobile app (JustPark). Less happily, Lolly needed the toilet, and it turned out that was in another car park, so having arrived in plenty of time, we drove around to another car park. The course description page lists that all three car parks are five minutes walk from the parkrun. This… isn’t quite true. The football club car park is only a couple of minutes walk from the start/finish. West Street car park, which we ended up in, is, well, more than five minutes away.

Anyway, all’s well that ends well: Lolly had an empty bladder, and we still made it in plenty of time. Well, around 8:55, anyway. I assume that we missed the first timer’s briefing, and I couldn’t really hear the run briefing thanks to a pair of runners next to me chatting about the Grizzly (which was rubbing salt into the wound somewhat, given that I had to miss it due to injury!)

The course is three laps, primarily on tarmac path, but with a short section of grass on the playing field each lap. Even with the recent wet weather, this wasn’t too muddy, though I certainly slowed significantly going through it on the third lap!

Start-line selfie!

We had a relatively small field of 100 exactly, and as the start was two sides of the playing field, on the grass, it was wide and open. This prevented me from getting trapped at the back, as I often do when running with the buggy, and so I was almost immediately at ‘race pace’. Of course, this came with its own downside: I was in near uncharted territory with the buggy: normally I’m used to building my pace up, and continually passing people. Instead, within the first half mile, I was more or less in the right place.

After the grassy two sides of the playing field, we went around the other two sides on tarmac path, and then turned the other direction, away from the playing field, along the main path. We followed this out of the playing fields section of the course and into another part. This section was a little bit unusual for a parkrun, as it included a path that ran right in front of a block of houses: they literally have parkrun on their doorstep. It was also really good fun: the paths twisted and turned back upon one another, climbing and dropping as they did so. People talk about ‘Mario Kart’ courses, and while this was only a small section of the course, it certainly had that sort of feel.

After winding through this section, with a couple of very tight corners that necessitated back-wheel turns, we returned to the main path, and wound back towards the playing fields again. Continuing along the main path, with the playing fields on the right and the river on the left, we ran out of the park area, about 150 metres and then doubled-back 180 degrees around a cone. Another back-wheel turn! Once back by the playing fields, we turned left to start the course again. And again. After going around the cone for the third time and heading back to the playing fields, we continued straight on into the finish.

SPRINT FINISH!!

Other than the start, the course is pretty narrow, and I’m glad that I was running as part of a smaller field: put 2-300 around this course, and it would struggle. With the buggy I did have to tuck behind runners that I wanted to overtake or lap a couple of times due to runners coming the other way, but never for too long. Conversely, the tight confines made it a very communal run: I must have seen Lolly and Lani four or five times during the run as we looped past each other in various places on the course.

For me personally, it was a tough run. I haven’t run barely at all for the past four weeks due to a bit of tendonitis in my lower calf, and pushing myself for a 5k with the buggy was hard work. But really good fun. I don’t know when we’ll be able to tour, or indeed parkrun at all, again, so it was good to get a positive experience in this week.

I was baffled by being supplied with two teaspoons with my mug of tea. I’m clearly not trendy enough to understand.

After the run, we ambled back to drop off the buggy in the car, and then explored Bridport in search of breakfast. We eventually found Soulshine Cafe – it was a bit more expensive than we would normally go for, but boy was it good. If, maybe, a little… hippy-like. My full English breakfast came scattered with seeds, and the baked beans were a homemade mix. I’m normally a ‘simple, meat-first’ approach, but genuinely, it was really nice.

parkrun tourism: Lydiard parkrun

by Ben

Swindon parkrun was the first in the south west, starting on 6 March 2010. Since then it has taken place almost 500 times. At the start of November last year, it was held under the new name of “Lydiard parkrun” for the first time. It takes places in Lydiard Park, a 260-acre country park on the western edge of Swindon.

It wasn’t our first choice venue for running today. In fact, it wasn’t even our second choice:

Thanks to Joanne, for putting more effort into planning our parkrunning than we did…

So, yes… Stonehouse was waterlogged and cancelled. Wotton was also waterlogged, but went ahead anyway – but a look through the photos of the course made it pretty obvious that it wasn’t going to be appropriate to take a buggy. I might have coped okay, but it would have been unfair on the event team who had put a lot of effort into improving the course, for me to go rip it up with a buggy.

Joanne’s message to let me know how Wotton was looking was sent at 21:51, just as we were heading up to bed. Chances are that if she hadn’t messaged, we would either have never noticed, or only found out in the morning, when it would have been too late to come up with another plan. So at around 10 pm, we were frantically re-planning. Joanne’s mention of Lydiard was tempting, as it was one we had never been to, despite its age. The only downside was that it would involve getting up even earlier than we had been planning for Wotton… and getting the kids up.

Amazingly, the kids were already awake when we got up at 6:20. Even more amazingly, I jumped out of bed with the alarm! Some frantic car-packing and children-dressing later, we were on our way, just after 7 am. An hour-and-a-half later, and we were there!

They need to update their “What’s on” poster!
Pre-run

Lydiard Park is well signed from the M4, and has decent parking, though it does fill up in the winter, as they can’t use the overflow car park which gets muddy. We got there nice and early, so we could pay for the parking (using the mobile app – who carries coins these days?) and then use the toilets (right next to the car park, nice and clean.)

The start and first-timers briefing locations were well signed, and as you might expect for a well-established parkrun, went pretty smoothly. The only slight complaint I would make is that by the time the first-timers briefing had finished, all the regulars were lined up to go, which meant that I was stuck to the side of the runners with the buggy, worrying about having to potential ‘barge’ my way in to get started…

Start-line selfie 🙂

The run brief was very good – a quality sound system is always a huge help. As we were mostly lined up to start, the brief blended straight into a “3-2-1-Start!” which even Lolly and Lani at the back could hear very clearly.

The run

The start was very congested: thankfully a lovely gentleman let me straight into the pack, but I was already well behind the 27-minute pacer, and going… slowly. It had taken me a good ten to twenty seconds to even get over the start line: Lolly and Lani took pretty much exactly a minute. The paths were relatively wide, and good quality, but a bit more puddly than I had anticipated. Which made my choice of road shoes for this run… ill-advised.

Although the paths were wide, the number of runners on them meant that they were still too congested for me to make decent progress for the first kilometre or so. I got caught up at the back of the 27-minute-pacer pack, and it was only when Joanne shouted for runners to be aware of the buggy and to mind their ankles that I was able to work my way through – thanks again Joanne! (I never really like to shout “excuse me” at people, it feels like I’m suggesting I’m more important than they are or something…)

Once I was past the 27-minute pacer, I moved into much clearer space, and was able to pay more attention to the actual course. It starts with a short section out to join a two-lap loop, which is roughly triangular in shape, albeit with one corner cut off. The course is broadly flat, though it gently descends for most of the lap before a short, shallow climb back to the start/finish point. Essentially it is flat enough to be a slog, with the shallow hill just making it more of a slog. But maybe that was just because I was pushing a buggy around it.

After an early attempt to avoid the puddles to save my road shoes, I gave it up as impossible, and just went straight through everything, caking my lovely road shoes, my legs and my shorts in a layer of mud. The marshals were excellent all the way round, and it was very cute to hear a couple of quiet “Thank you marshal”s from KK in the buggy! The finish funnel was a bit narrow for a buggy, but this is because they were implementing a double-funnel for the busy parts of the run (which still wasn’t enough: at one point finishers were queuing at least twenty metres before the finish line. New Year, New You, obviously…)

Post-run

I got scanned, recovered my zoodie from the tarpaulin, and then headed back to the course to wait for Lolly and Lani. It’s possible that there was some chat with other runners and one of the marshals about how some people looked like they had run a completely different course – dry feet, no mud… Damn puddle dodgers! Once we had all finished, we headed to the cafe for an obligatory bacon bap (toasted teacake for Lolly) and cup of tea (just milk for the children), and then a short play in the play park. Short mostly because it was cold, and both children were shivering!

Love a bit of cafe culture.

Overall, this was a really nice surprise of a parkrun. Mostly because we hadn’t been expecting to do it, and really knew very little about it. I liked the park itself, it was a pleasant and pretty environment to run in. If the weather had been a bit warmer, we would likely have hung around for a bit longer after. The event was well organised and very slick (apart from the overcrowding in the finish funnel, but that’s excusable with such huge numbers.) The cafe after was nice with a varied menu, and not too busy by the time we went in.

It was really nice to see Joanne before the run, and I think given all she did, I should probably dedicate this parkrunday to her!!

Once home, the clean-up operation began.

Wellington Monument Race: race report

by Ben

The last few months have been pretty quiet for me on the racing front. Way back in July and August, I ran the Pawlett Plod and the Wessex 10k, posting my third and fourth fastest 10k times. I had then hoped to run the Taunton 10k to set a new 10k PB. Unfortunately, I basically didn’t bother to put in the hard yards in training, and didn’t run Taunton at all. Since then, my training has continued to be inconsistent until a few weeks ago. And, although I have managed to improve my consistency, I am still lower on mileage than I would like to be.

Not ideal.

All that said and considered, the Wellington Monument Race was never going to be a PB attempt. It starts in Hemyock, roughly 128 metres above sea-level, and then climbs and climbs to Wellington Monument, the world’s tallest three-sided obelisk, about 272 metres above sea-level. Then we turn around, and go all the way back down (and up, a little). The monument is having some work done at the moment, so isn’t quite as picturesque as usual – this also had a slight knock-on effort on the race distance.

Wellington Monument vs Wellington Monument at the moment…

For some reason (probably mostly because it isn’t in the Somerset Series), this is a race that I’ve never done before, even though it is under half an hour from home. In fact, although Wellington Monument is in Somerset, Hemyock is in Devon – thankfully I wasn’t asked for my passport though. (They are funny, thems Devon folk.)

Pre-race

A local race meant a bit of a lie-in, although only until 8 am, as the race was a 10 am start. Originally Lolly was going to take Lani down to Exeter for junior parkrun, but Lani sensibly decided to have a morning off: they will be plenty of opportunities to parkrun over the next week or so! Despite the whole family now being free, I travelled down alone, and found a parking space in the village, just under half a mile from the start.

After making sure I had everything I needed from the car, and nothing much that I didn’t, I headed over to Hemyock Primary School, which hosted the race. It was all pretty easy and straightforward: number collected, pre-race poo, number pinned onto vest, warm-up run, hoodie stashed, jog to the start. During the jog to the start, I realised that I was a bit warm with a long-sleeve tee under my race vest, and found a fellow RFRC member who was spectating to abandon it with.

The race
Where’s Ben?

Compared to most of the races I do, this one attracted a fast field. I had noticed this when I checked the entry list the evening before, but it became even more obvious when I was waiting at the start. He’s quicker than me, he’s quicker than me, he’s definitely quicker than me… But this was never about time or position – for once I was just racing for the… uhmmm, fun(?)… of it.

The race started on a road junction about quarter of a mile away from the school, and then dropped down through the village… Ah, ‘dropped down’. In an out-and-back. Bummer dude. I had done minimal homework on this race – as far as I was aware it was an out-and-back in which the first half was uphill, and the second half downhill. With a short muddy stretch at the top around the Monument. Maybe I should have done more research – it was clearly a little more nuanced.

I mostly focused on trying not to run too fast, before the hill started. But then… blimey. Again, a lack of research meant that I didn’t realise that the first climb out out of Hemyock was the toughest part of the whole race. I survived that climb by using a common strategy: If no one else I can see is walking, then I don’t need to walk either… Around a mile and a half in, the course then descended gently for half a mile. Oh blimey, not again! Andy, who I used to run with regularly, was marshalling at this point and shouted some encouragement at me, but I was so zoned in on the run, and the effort, that I didn’t really notice who it was until it was too late to respond!

Actually, I think this is sort of bollocks, given that it isn’t really a mirror image: that bit near the end should be as low as the bit at the start. This Garmin elevation monitor thing obviously isn’t working great. But anyway, observe steep climb near the start.

The course climbed again after that short descent, but the hill was less vicious now, and was softened somewhat by the knowledge that there was less than a mile of ‘up’ left. A left turn was coned off and very well marshalled, and then we crossed the road into a muddy car park to make the last bit of the ascent to the monument. In all honesty, by this stage it was barely a climb at all. Because of the renovation work on the monument, we just rounded some cones and a marshal at the top, and then it was just back again!

The descent was relatively straightforward. On the top part of the hill, it was gentle enough to encourage without being too dramatic. The half-mile ‘climb’ where Andy was marshalling didn’t feel too bad; it was mostly just flat, rather than a hill either way. I even managed to thank him this time around, and apologise for not doing so on the way up!

After Andy’s marshalling spot though was the steep drop; the part that had been so horrible on the way up. I hoped that my downhill running would help me here, but in all honesty, the field was so spread by this point that it didn’t really make much difference. I went past one chap who looked like he was struggling with something, and I closed in on another runner, but as soon as the course levelled off I stopped gaining on him.

For me, this last part was the toughest of the whole race. Thankfully, someone had told me beforehand that the finish was at the school, and thus that extra quarter of a mile beyond the start line. It was a slog back up through the village, with more of a climb up to the school itself. In reality, it should have faded into insignificance in comparison to the main climb we had endured earlier in the race. But that isn’t how running works.

Still, despite having no one around me, I think I managed to push myself well enough to the finish. I did feel that the marshalling, which was so good all the way around the course, could have done with being a bit clearer, and more present, for that final climb. I naturally found myself on the pavement, only to be shouted at very late on that I needed to move onto the road, which left me dodging through a narrow gap between parked cars to do so. But that was probably just me.

I didn’t look at my watch when I crossed the finish line. In fact, I didn’t check my time until a few hours after the race. As I said, it wasn’t really that sort of race for me. However, I’m pretty chuffed with a 43:44. Roughly speaking, I ran 23:34 for the first half of the race and 20:10 for the second half. Which is pretty good, but also slightly disappointing that I didn’t manage to run sub-20 for the predominantly downhill 5k…

On the other hand, using Strava’s ‘grade-adjusted pace’, my 43:44 is equivalent to a 41:42 on a flat course, which would have been a PB, so, you know. Not so bad. In a fortnight I have the Stoke Stampede, which I ran way back in December 2013, my first ever sub-50 minute 10k. There would be a nice symmetry to it being my first sub-40, but there is no way I’m in that sort of form. But maybe, just maybe, I can get the PB I’m craving?

Post race

Immediately after the race, I had a chat in the school hall with Nadine, and then collected my cider from Emma. I ambled back through the village towards my car, but stopped to have a lengthy chinwag with Simon, before eventually I got too cold, and headed to my car. Did I mentioned that this race was very local, and so I knew a lot of the volunteers? The support, not just from those I knew, was exceptional throughout the race.

On my drive home, I stopped off for a foot-long Chicken Pizziola from Subway… because Subway is good post-race ‘recovery’ food.

  • Did I enjoy this race? Sort of. I mean, no. But yes.
  • Would I do this race again? Yes, probably.
  • What’s next? Race-wise, the Stoke Stampede on 5 January 2020, but there’s a Christmas Day parkrun and two New Years’ Day parkruns before then…

An ‘I’m not really running’ update

by Ben

I don’t know what it is, but I just haven’t clicked this year. It has by no means been awful: other than when I fell over and made a hole in my knee, I haven’t been injured this year, and thankfully I’ve had none of the illness woes that I struggled with at the end of last year. I’ve just sort of, lost my mojo.

Heck, it wouldn’t take much for this year to finish as my second highest mileage ever, though as things stand I’m on course for my lowest total since 2015. (The difference between my current second most (810) and my fourth most (732) is about 80 miles.)

I have still been running though, and I’ve been trying to find the enjoyment while running. Even if sometimes that enjoyment isn’t actually the running itself.

My hopes of a sub-40 minute 10k this year faded away as it became clear that I just didn’t have the mental fortitude to string together consistent training weeks: I could do 30 miles one week, and then simply not run at all the following week. My last two months or so of running mileages go as such:

30, 0, 13, 0, 9, 30, 0, 18, 5, 11.

That said, I did manage to clock a sub-20 minute parkrun when we visited Burnham and Highbridge at the end of September (specifically for that purpose). While this isn’t a huge achievement for me, I would have been pretty annoyed looking at my parkrun history if I hadn’t done it.

Looking… fresh as a daisy(?!) during Burnham and Highbridge parkrun.

We also visited our 50th different parkrun; our ‘Cow’ (half a Cowell), when we went to Rogiet parkrun earlier in September.

I still have some races to look forward to, if I can get things together: the Brent Knoll race is one of my favourites, at the end of November. It isn’t the sort of race to worry too much about a time, but it’d be good to be able to have a run that I’m proud of, as I had to plod around this one last year at the height of feeling awful, in order to complete the Somerset Series.

Brent Knoll downhill fun!

After that is the Wellington Monument race, the weekend before Christmas, a local 10k that I’ve never done. Another one not to worry too much about time, it heads up a hill to Wellington Monument (surprise, surprise) before heading back down to the start again.

After that, in the first week of January, is the Stoke Stampede 10k. Weather dependent, this is genuinely quick course that I could attempt a PB on if I’m in good shape. It’s about 11 weeks away at the moment, so there is every chance that if I get my shit together, I could actually do well. If.

And after that, if I really manage to get my training sorted, is the Grizzly race in March.

It all seems in equal parts unlikely and perfectly achievable at the moment. But, I did manage to run my second Longrun Meadow parkrun of the year this week…

… and if I can do that, I can do anything!

parkrun tourism: Rogiet parkrun

by Ben

Rogiet is a village in Wales which is more or less at the end of the Prince of Wales Bridge (the second Severn Crossing), and is pronounced with a hard g: “rog-it“. Until recently, Rogiet parkrun was not really on our radar to complete, as it is in the Wales region, rather than the south-west region. A couple of things have changed our priorities. As we’ve discussed before, one of our children gets car sick, which limits us somewhat for many of the south-west region that we have not completed yet, as they are quite long drives. Secondly, regions sort of don’t exist anymore.

So, how has our touring being going lately? Well… it hasn’t. As Lolly mentioned in her Summery Summary, we stopped for the summer holidays. Basically because I get travel anxiety and had no desire to be stuck in queues. Also, I like sleep. This makes me a bad parkrun tourist. Our last tourist parkrun was Torbay Velopark, on 6 July. In the interim, while Lolly has run parkrun almost every week, I have done it only once, a 21:07 at Longrun Meadow in early August.

After all this time, we were itching to get back out touring. Well… Lolly was. I had sort of got used to a Saturday lie-in. We quickly homed in on Rogiet, basically because it was the closest parkrun up the M5 for us. Although Bridport is a little bit quicker to get to, the road quality is somewhat lower, and so more… risky for car sickness. I’m sure we’ll bite the bullet soon, but not first week back.

I think Lolly was trying to get a nice atmospheric pre-run photo. Lani and I had other ideas…

The drive was a doddle: M5/M49/M4 and then come off and double back on ourselves through Magor and Undy to Rogiet. There was plenty of parking, and the event course page very usefully suggested an alternative car park which was next to both the toilets and a children’s play area. Both of these are pretty on-brand for us, so it was great to have that information. After arriving in what seemed like plenty of time, by the time we had used the toilets, got changed (me), got buggy out, and generally had to manage the children, we were getting a little bit pushed for time.

From the car park we were in (Rogiet Playing Fields car park, essentially the railway station overflow car park, which is free at the weekend), it was a relatively short walk over the railway bridge and down into the park. Despite our worries, we arrived in enough time for the run briefing, though we missed any first-timers briefing which might have happened.

Smile!

As we gathered together for the start, I suddenly realised quite how few people there were. In fact, the attendance of 68 makes it my second smallest parkrun event, after the 49 people at Mount Edgcumbe back in 2016. Even in such a small field, there were two other buggies, which is great to see. When I started buggy running with Lani in 2014, I was something of a novelty, but now it is rare to go to a parkrun and not see at least one. (In fact, I’m coming up on a buggy milestone: Rogiet was my 46th buggy parkrun.) I lined up on the right-hand side of the pack, a couple of people back from one of the other buggies. (The third buggy was tailwalking.)

Before the run, I didn’t know much about the course. I knew that it was mostly on grass, and Lolly told me on the way that it was three laps, and multi-terrain. That was the full extent of my knowledge. I had guessed that it might be another of the flat, bland sports field courses. It was not. We headed out on a grassy track; it was lumpy and scattered with wild growth. I frequently drove the buggy straight through little shrub things right in the middle of the path.

Wedged between the motorway and the railway line, but you wouldn’t know it!

After weaving its way all the way to what I assume is the end of the park, the course turned a sharp 180 degrees, with cheery mini-marshals offering high-fives just before and after. The only ‘hill’ of the course comes immediately after the turn, a short shallow climb immediately followed by the corresponding descent. Even with the buggy this wasn’t much of a climb. The course was pretty narrow along this stretch back for a time, giving no overtaking chances, especially for a buggy.

The route kisses for a short two-way section before forking back off to the right, for the rally segment. This part, in the field we had started in, was very up-and-down side-to-side, which really tested both the buggy’s suspension, and my ability to keep the buggy upright at speed. It was a lot of fun though!

Rinse and repeat, and repeat. After taking it relatively easily on the first lap, I eased quicker as I went along, and managed to run the whole thing with progressive splits. Despite the small field size, I was shocked to finish in 7th, in what was my third-quickest buggy time (23:23), trailing Longrun Meadow (22:56) and Torbay Velopark (22:58), both of which are naturally quicker courses.

Blimey, they do look like they’re enjoying it, don’t they?

After the run, I was pretty thirsty, but had stupidly left my water bottle (along with my phone) back in the car. I accordingly stole both items from Lolly as they came around to complete their second lap. (Her water bottle and phone, obviously. She didn’t miraculously have mine.) While I waited for them to finish their third lap, I had a nice chat to the run director, while KK had fun playing with the cones in the finish funnel. Once Lolly and Lani had finished, we hung around for a little bit being sociable, before heading over to the play park.

Rogiet is a lovely little parkrun. Severn Bridge, just up the road, attracts all the headline tourism in the area because of the novelty. Honestly though? This was a much nicer location for a parkrun, and was such a great, friendly event.

Next up? I don’t know… can I have a lie-in again?!