Wednesday, 31 March 2010

Testing times

Well, dear reader, it has been a testing time. The house move dilemma (after the whole selling and buying palava) was a load more stressful and exhausting that I expected it to be. The new abode is a project-and-a-half. We've ripped out the bathroom, stripped all the walls and floors and basically started again. After, of course, putting in a new heating a boiler system. Which we later discovered was too powerful for some of the old pipes, so they burst and flooded the kitchen. As of today - nearly four weeks down the line - every room is half finished. Although we now have a fully functioning toilet and shower. Trust me, that's exciting.

Then there was the bug we all managed to catch, courtesy of Cairn - although Cairn was by far the worse. There was mucho puking and nappies that would test even the sternest stomach. On top of that he had tonsillitis and an ear infection. It was awful to see him so ill, but he was such a wee trooper throughout it. He would even lift his tired wee arms to blow his Mother disappeared out the door to get the miles in. BBF, here I come.

Although I've been trying to stick to the training schedule, there has been many "resort to plan B" occasions.

On Saturday, March 21, I set out for my planned 42 miles from Tyndrum to Fort William. Silke was starting at BoO and doing and out-and-back and Sonic and the Crazy German were doing the reverse from Fort William to Trydrum. Car pull sorted...or so we thought.

After struggling to eat for a few days, the tank was already empty before I'd even set my watch. I couldn't even stomach breakfast that morning, but thought I'd fuel on the run. The first 8-10 were a struggle and I really noticed the difference going up the Drover's Road onto Rannoch Moor. Although it's a testing incline, I can generally trot the full distance. I was reduced to a stop-start and the lack of rhythm was quite frustrating. The heavy rucksack wasn't helping either, as it was a suffocating as a small child on your back. By the time I had hauled my sorry ass out of the Moor and met Silke in Glencoe, I was gone. I forced down a total of four jelly babies and planned to call it a day a Kinlochleven. Of course, I could have curled up in front of the fire at Kingshouse, but there was still a teeny weeny bit of fight left in me to tackle the Devil's Staircase.

I met the Crazy German just outside Kinlochleven who informed me Sonic has thrown in the towel after 10 miles and was walking back to get the car. The Crazy German was knackered after his super fast performance in the Double Marathon, so he headed back with me.

So what started out quite ambitious, ended with the Crazy German and I on a bus to Ballachulish, with a broken Sonic coming to our rescue. Silke was the only star of the day! Thanks for taking one for the team, Doc.

Although 28 miles on four jelly babies has got to help train my body to run-on-empty?

Since then things have got slightly better...

Last week I had a few good mid-week runs, but on Friday night I decided to have a few wines (OK, I nearly polished the bottle) and spent most of Saturday spewing. Self-inflicted? Possible. But did I really deserve that on a bottle of 8% wine? Bet the Subversive one is choking with laughter at concept of something so weak. After spending the morning bonding with a bucket (remember I didn't have a toilet then) and just about managed some toast and soup for dinner.

So Sunday's planned 30-miler started - again - on empty. I decided to give the Balmaha-Inversnaid-Balmaha a bash, knowing that I couldn't handle another DNF. Despite the obvious, I felt remarkably good. I was only 10 minutes behind Sonic and the Crazy German at Inversnaid - after meeting up with Bill Maxwell and running with him for a few miles. Having a bit of company makes such a difference, doesn't it?

I had swapped my usual rucksack for a Inov-8 bumbag. I'm not usually a fan of anything round my waist, but after last week's suffocating effects, it was a welcome relief. Again, I carried more food that required, as this week I only managed 500ml of coke. Despite it's bad press, coke has magical effects :-) It's certainly my ultra-running tipple of choice.

I really only hit a lull after Sallochy Bay when the energy reserves were below the healthy stage. My legs still felt really light though. I finished in 5:32, just 26 minutes behind the boys. They claimed to have been taking it easy, but really I just ran to how I felt. Super Silke has swapped her role as team trooper to babysit Cairn, so it was a lovely welcoming party.

So this week, it's all about the D33 in Aberdeen on Saturday. The weather isn't looking very promising, so we'll see what happens. Given that the race organiser is the most mental person I know, I doubt a call-off will be on the cards.


Fiona Rennie said...

Well done! The fact that you managed any running at all during all that illness and house trauma is impressive. See you at the D33

Kaz said...

Good Luck for the weekend - hope the weather improves.

Sorry to hear about the tummy troubles - coke - nectar of the running gods as far as I'm concerned!

Hope the house stuff calms down a bit - when Al and I moved into our place we had to rip out the bathroom too - 1st plumbers were complete donkeys so after a mess up, we had to get another set in who took a while to sort it all out. I spent about 4 months getting a shower at the gym! Luckily we had another toilet - so I feel your pain!


Brian Mc said...

Good luck with the D33, and the house! :-)

"e Brutto" said...

You were lucky, I am a sometime plumber.
That is the classic scenario, rads corrode as well.
New boilers expose weaknesses in rads and pipes, there may be more.
Make sure your feeder tank if you have one is filled up with the correct product every year.
I expect the first quote was cheap, the second not so...

John Kynaston said...

Good to have you back to the world of whw blogs. We've missed you but you are excused!

Have a great race on Saturday.

Anonymous said...

Well done on your runs during testing times! Hope you are all feeling fully recovered now. You won't be jealous the next time you see me, I've had a terrible couple of weeks food wise and have probably done enough comfort eating for everyone entered into the WHW race! Anyway, you're way slimmer than me!
See you soon and good luck on Saturday. Hope the weather improves for you. (And if you need help with babysitting for training runs I'm more than happy to help out as well!)

Anonymous said...

Best wishes for the weekend and glad the blog has re-started.

Subversive Runner said...


Thomas said...

Debs, 28 miles on 4 jellybabies. That is an efficient engine you are running.
And on Sunday, myself and Sonic were not on an easy run! I calculated the last section from Rowardennan to Balmaha was done in 1:10 which was blistering fast. And you were not that far behind us!
You are in terrific shape!

prashant said...

Good luck with the D33, and the house! :-)
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