Training Log: 4th March 2018

Big news. It snowed in Ireland this week.

We don’t handle snow well, so it really was big news. 

The country shut down completely for a couple of days. The nation’s 230 snow ploughs and 293 gritters were overwhelmed. That’s to say, none of them got as far as my part of Cork. I live on a hill. Maybe that was it. Regardless, the place went into lockdown. Schools, shops and businesses closed across the country. Most people were pretty happy about that. An enforced 4-day weekend.

We managed to get through the national closure with the supplies we had in our home, with the exception of wine. I like a bottle over the weekend. I had to go without. The wine cellar at Spierkater HQ was bare. I shall have to upgrade our family emergency protocol.


The other victim of the weather was my training plan, such as it is. ‘Plan’ is a too big a word really. I’ve been in a deep dip with my running since I completed the marathon in Clonakilty. Just getting out the door for a 5K has been a challenge, let alone sticking to any kind of plan. The weather combined with my lethargy meant I only ran once this week.

That has to change.

  1. I’ve had to go up a notch on my belt… or down… the wrong way, anyway.
  2. I’m losing fitness.
  3. I’m signed up for the Kerry Way Ultra Lite—58K, 8th September.

The Kerry Way Ultra Lite is the shorter sibling of the Kerry Way Ultra, a brutal 200-km race over some of Ireland’s most beautiful and punishing terrain.

It will be my first ultra. I’ve chosen unwisely. From what I’ve seen of it, the terrain will make it a tough challenge for me. A challenge is good, yes. But is this one so good, it’s bad?

I realise now that I can’t train for this as if it were a straightforward 50K. (I was going to muddle my way through the final 8K.) Instead, the terrain means I may be better off treating it like a 50-miler (80K).

Last year, I ran the Hollow’s Eve Trail Marathon in north Vancouver. I knew nothing of the reputation of those particular trails. It took me 8-and-a-half hours. Long stretches of the course were simply unrunnable for a novice like me. I paid the price for not giving the event the respect it deserved. I came stone-cold last. Even the guy who ran it in a business suit finished hours ahead of me.

I don’t want to make that mistake again. This time, I want to be properly prepared.

This is the first entry into my weekly training log that I hope will get me to the starting line fitter and slimmer than I have been for 30 years.

Days to go: 188
Training kilometres last week: 5.7

Roger Overall