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.
- I’ve had to go up a notch on my belt… or down… the wrong way, anyway.
- I’m losing fitness.
- 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