Wednesday, 27 August 2014

My Running Year So Far - by Micky Carrick

So we are in month 8 of 12, and the pressure is really starting to mount for quite a few reasons.  2014 has been quite a tough year so far for me, though I seem to be doing OK with the running so far, a lot better than some others anyway!  I believe my last blog post was done in February, so apologies for that and I promise some a more prolific output between now and the end of the year.
Here are some highs and lows of the year so far…

The Early Months

January was an excellent month for me.  Having worked out a bit of a plan in my head that averaging 45 miles a month (about 9.5 a week) to cover the challenge would be sufficient I decided that with it being cold, and winter a flying start would make the rest of the year easy.  I completed the month with a fairly satisfying 43.5miles under my belt, including setting a new highest number of miles ran with a 10.07miler completed on a freezing cold Saturday.

February was slightly less productive than January but still saw me complete some pretty decent runs.  The majority of which between 4 and 6 miles.  During this came my first visit to a new parkrun in the form of Gibside Parkrun.  For those in the North East area, it is a charming run on a National Trust site that is both beautiful and challenging in equal measure.  Why is it so challenging?  Well pretty much the first 1.5miles are completely up a very steep hill.  Second half of the run, the way down, is much more fun.  I ended the month of February with 32.1miles completed.  A pretty decent start.

Injuries

The next two months saw quite a big drop off in my productivity. The weather in March was pretty cold, and I began the month in quite lazy fashion.  A couple of visits to Newcastle Parkrun was about the best I mustered.  Having then decided that my game needed to be upped, I then decided to try a repeat of my 10 mile route from January.  All was going well until I pulled my calf muscle at about the 6 mile stage.  This signalled a walk home of about 4 miles, in the freezing cold, and a weeks rest completely from running.   I finished the month with the slightly pathetic sum total of 26.4 miles ran.

April wasn’t much better; having this ongoing calf problem I found I couldn’t really run for any more than 2 miles without severe pain and risking a more serious injury.  April was effectively a month of rest with some small runs sporadically throughout the month.  During this month I joined a new gym; the highly recommended Inline Fitness Gym in Blaydon.  After explaining my injury to John, the owner he got me a session with one of the physios from Newcastle Sports Injury.  After 2 very painful, but very productive sessions, the injury was much better and back on the road I went. 27.3 miles done in April.

On the Mend

After putting the depressing months of March and April (injury aside, I was also made redundant), I began to make some serious strides towards getting my output back on track.  I started a new job (enabling a run with colleague, friend and fellow 5000milerun peer Adam around the iPro Stadium, home of Derby County football club).  I completed another 10 miler, and found a new stock route that allowed me to run 3-5 miles pretty easily every couple of days.  May was also the month that allowed me to break my Newcastle Park Run PB twice (28:59 on the 3rd of the month, and 28:58 on the 31st). 

47.8 miles ran during May and I felt like I was back.

June brought what was my inspiration for running, the iconic Blaydon Race.  This was the second time I had ran the race.  For years I have been watching my friends complete the run and then doing the now yearly celebratory drinks and food at local pub The Runhead, without actually earning it.  Last year that changed and I completed my first (in around 55:50) – this year I seem to take all the outside corners and ran it in 56:14 – so a quicker pace, but slower time…

June was not quite as productive as May, a combination of working away (allowing me to run in such places as Heywood (near Manchester) and Delph (near Oldham)), the World Cup and beer meant I clocked an acceptable, if unremarkable 37 miles for the month.

Injuries Pt. Deux

July started with a bit of a bang, completed a strong 8 miler and getting out very regularly.  As festival season was on the horizon I decided it was time to try and lose a bit of timber before a weekend of drunken (and very muddy) debauchery at KendalCalling.  Getting out for the first time and running 3 days consecutively for a total of around 13 miles.  While this did wonders for my stats (monthly output 45 miles), it was also the first appearance of a now niggling ankle injury.  As I type this, 4 weeks after first feeling it, it seems to be on the wane and running having taken a few paracetamol and iboprufen seem to do the trick.

August carried on in a similar vein, managing the injury with painkillers and trying to limit my running to flat courses and shorter mileages.  Not ideal with the GatesheadTrail 10k and Great North Run in sight…  As I write this blog post I have currently completed 23 miles in August so far (22/08/2014) but plan a 7-13miler tonight and another next week to ensure I hit 50 miles or so for the month.  Fingers crossed the ankle holds out and I can complete the world’s greatest half marathon.

For those interested, my current aim for a time would be 2:12 if fully fit, 2:20 if the injury stays as it is or 2:30 if it flares up anymore…


Thanks for reading.

A New Favourite Race by Micky Carrick


Following being plagued by ankle problems during late July, August began quite well once the management of the ankle pain began to become easier.  I completed a strong 8 miler, followed by a parkrun with fellow member and over for a few weeks from Canada, Phil.  It was on August the 16th that the inaugural Gateshead Trail 10k was compete.  I lined up alongside around 1,000 other runners at a windy field in Blaydon to take in the sights of the Derwent Walk.

Still feeling the ankle injury I plumped myself in to the 60-70min time group and set away with a bit of a limpy jog.  After the 3km marker (placed early at around 1.5miles) I realised that the ankle was actually holding up very well on the predominantly flat course.  Uphills were a struggle, but it was going rather well.  As the KM’s rolled by I noticed that in the group I was running with I was looking, and breathing, a lot more comfortably than most.  I then saw my nemesis.  Some lad in a bright neon pink top.  Less of a nemesis really, more of just some dude I thought if I were to beat, it would have been a good day.  Plus his top made it easy to keep an eye out for him.

I set about catching the lad, taking about a mile to reel him in, at the halfway stage I was about 20 seconds in front of him, and my heart sank about a minute later as he strolled passed.  I put it out my mind and kept on with my own race, and shortly after found him to be walking as I took the lead again.  This was the last time I saw the guy in the very pink top, until the end coming in about 6 minutes after me.

Anyway, back to what was happening around me.  I had formed my own breakaway group.  I felt like a Romanian cyclist who has decided to have a go at winning a stage in the Tour De France, only to be inevitably reeled in by the professionals.  Despite the ankle pain (awful at this point) I noticed that if I kept running at around the same pace, I would have a chance at coming in under the hour mark.  I kept going, and began to catch the next group of runners.  This time, many good looking females and even some good looking dudes, who a year ago I would never have dreamed to be able to run a 10k comparatively with.

With the finishing line less than a mile away I noticed that I was sailing past this group of people too.  I ended up in a bit of race with two lads who were clearly in much better shape than I.  As I turned the corner back in to Blaydon Rugby Club I could see the end in sight.  Approximately 300m from the finishing line, my friends (2 from the challenge, Jonny and Sheekey, along with their partners Kate and Cath) were roaring me on.  From nowhere I sprinted passed the two lads, and then the next 2, and then some girls, and finally beating 2 lads in Tough Mudder T-shirts just before crossing the line.


My time: 59:54.  

I had achieved a time better than that which my timing bracket demanded.  I was over the moon with this.  I spent the rest of the afternoon wearing my GT10 T-shirt and the amazing Medal/Bottle Opener with pride.  I can’t wait to try this race again next year.


The Medal - Worth the pain alone.


Sheekey, Micky, Jonny with mascots Cath and Badger.