Showing posts with label chimp. Show all posts
Showing posts with label chimp. Show all posts

Things I have learned about running from the London Marathon

1.    Optimism is great but reality will get you in the end
          No matter how much I tried to convince myself that a torn hamstring three weeks before the event need not prevent me from running fast, the reality was that it stopped me running fast for 26 miles.

2.       The crowds are special
I have done a lot of races of distances from 5km to marathon but nothing – no matter how much people told me – prepared me for the roar of noise and the overwhelming positivity from the VLM crowd.  Cheers, posters, high fives all helped get me round. My favourite was a sign held aloft in Embankment which read simply ‘Motivational Sign’.

3.       Water bottles are lethal
I was staggered by the number of numpties who chose to simply drop a water bottle at their feet, leaving it to trip a fellow runner. I was one of those fellow runners and it ended my hopes of a moderately fast run. I was even more staggered by those who thought the best alternative was to launch water bottles – some of which were 90 per cent full – over the heads of runners. Of course it meant they avoided tripping fellow marathoners but the bottles became vicious missiles to the crowds of spectators. 

4.       Egos should be left at the start line
Nothing will prepare you for being overtaken by a runner in a large fancy dress costume. It is a peculiar kind of damage to your self-image.

5.       Mental toughness isn’t everything
No matter how I willed myself to run faster, I couldn’t overcome the cramp in my hamstrings, the pain in my foot or the tightness in my leg. Taming the chimp is all very well but the body has a say too.

6.       Marathoner’s mirages are real
You can imagine the strangest things. As my mate Nathan  pulled away from me at mile 15 he looked like a young Haile Gebrselassie, gliding away like a gazelle. In fact Nathan more closely resembles the experimental progeny of The Thing and She-Hulk. It is a highly effective running style though and he gave me a proper spanking.

7.       Training pain soon forgotten
I swore off marathons forever in March, inspiring this breakup letter. Within seconds of finishing I had decided to claim my Good For Age spot in 2017 and break that 3hr mark.

My legs making my brain shut up

Anyone who is into cycling has heard of Jens Voigt. The legendary tough guy of Grand Tours who thrills fans with his breaks and his willingness to turn himself inside out in an effort to win a stage.



Probably his most famous quote is “Shut up legs” which is what he says to himself when his body tried to ease up in a race.



 
But when running I think I must be the anti-Jens Voigt because my legs aren’t the problem - it’s my stupid wimpy brain. Here’s a recent internal battle I had during an interval session on a treadmill.

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Legs: Well this is going well. I feel like I’m flying. I might actually be faster than Quicksilver at this moment in time.
 
Brain: I need to look at the stopwatch.
 
Legs: Back off. You know it’s not over yet.

Brain: Need to. *checks stopwatch* Oh noes! There’s still 40 seconds left.

Legs: So what? We are Kool and the Gang right now.
 
Brain: Negatory. Ribs hurt - I think he’s getting a stitch
 
Ribs: He’s right. I defo hurt right now. So bad.
 
Legs: Brain’s fooling you Ribs. He’s trying to make you make me stop.

Brain: Ooo I am not. You take that back
 
Legs: Brain! Make Torso stand up straight!

Brain: *mumbles*
 
Ribs: Woah. That is loads better.
 
Brain: 20 seconds left. I can’t take it - I’m going to make Stomach throw up.
 
Legs: Do it then.
 
Stomach: Don’t bring me into this. I’m always on a light trigger anyway.
 
Brain: But there’s people watching. It’ll be embarrassing - you can’t really want me to throw up?
 
Legs: Look you fun-loving money-crusher. Throw up or shut up - we are doing this.
(nb: this was written before the watershed)
 
Brain: Aaargh. Arms have started to feel funny.
 
Arms: We don’t mind. It never lasts long.
 
Brain: I have spots in front of my eyes
 
Legs: No you don’t that’s a fly. We are doing this.
 
Brain: Woah. Only 5 seconds to go - may as well stop now.
 
Legs: I will come up there and kick you in the frontal lobe if you make Hands touch that dial.
 
Brain: I’m so thirsty.
 
Legs: *growls*
 
Brain: Wait a second. Wahey - we made it. I feel so alive
 
--- As the treadmill slows from 21 kph to 6kph, Nirvana’s Jesus Don’t Want Me For a Sunbeam comes on my headphones ---
 
Legs: See. Work hard, get your reward.
 
Brain: No way! You did not make that happen.
 
Legs. It’s Karma dude, it’s fucking Karma (nb: that sentence was written after 9pm)
 
Brain: I love you man.