So sunday morning and sausage barms and a glass of Irn Bru to brush the previous nights bevvies away. Hmmmm not this Sunday. Awake at 7:30 and a Lucozade sport for breakfast. So we headed into town and were soon at Pall Mall ( three houses that will be £28 pound please) and with my race number picked up (2994) we had plenty of time spare before the start and as ever there was the man on the mic trying to gee everybody up reminding us that the air conditioning in the tunnel had been on overnight. So was that for a nice temperature or to prevent us all from dying from fumes ? He was also reminding us that the tunnel wasnt as bad as we would expect !! So the race started and with a slow walk over the start line where your chip in your number activated your time (technology eh) It was onto the tunnel via an access route. So my pre race tactic was not to leg it down the tunnel so I had energy to pass people on the way up the hill. Well the first part went to plan taking it easy downhill. I did indeed have energy to get up the other side if not overtaking many people. The tunnel was harder than I expected. Finally I could see the light at the end of the tunnel and I was expecting to have to make one last push up to the toll booths but joy upon joy everybody was turning left earlier. Then the sting in the tale it was up an access ramp which was steeper than the tunnel !!! So having made it up that it was down towards the waterfront and the last 4km along the promenade. No wind this morning so that was good but the sun was out and the decision to wear my track suit top made it a bit warmer than expected but I suppose that’s and extra sausage roll I burned off sweating. One thing about the flat finish is that you could see the finish line from literally miles away and it didn’t seem to be getting any closer. On the run for home I passed quite a few people who had taken the knock and being tended too (hope they were OK) but ahead of me I was being beaten by a blind person and was then overtaken by a man with a dog !!! A later stewards enquiry proved that the dog did not have an official number on so I beat him/her. I managed a late spurt in pace and finished in a time of 1:04:05 and 2002nd out of just over 3000. I grabbed a drink and my medal but passed the fruit section due to my dodgy diet. A pack of McCoys would have done the trick. So a bit disappointed I didn’t get under the hour but not a bad effort considering I only decided to attempt it about 2 weeks ago after a few runs and the excess “beer baggage”I am carrying. So it was back home to Liverpool for an open top bus parade around Garston which ended up in front of thousands at Speke Retail where I was rewarded with a free dolly dash around M&S food where I stocked up on luxury crisps, colin the caterpillar chocolate cakes and bottles of Rose. No post race delusions there eh ?
So next up will be a possible attempt at a half marathon early next year and then a challenge that was set. I think I would have been about 12 years old when my dad who was nudging 20 stone at the time stated that when he was 40 (next year) he would do the marathon. We soon picked ourselves up off the floor. His first run around Sefton Park was about 300 meters before he had to stop. Anyways he got down to around 12 stone and duly completed the Mersey marathon. He then threw the challenge down to me to repeat his feat. As a 13 year old I smiled and thought that is absolutely years away, in fact so far away its hard to comprehend I will reach such a time. Well Jesus Christ in September 2013 I will be 40 and there should be a Liverpool marathon in October of that year. Work and family commitments willing I will have a crack at the marathon and hopefully will be starting from a better position, although I suppose I could bang an extra three stone on and do fuck all exercise wise for the next 15 months (how much fun would that be !! ) But anyway lets bask in the glory of my current race and I think its time for a well deserved beer.
No aches and pains tonight but instead a touch of manflu !!! Which as we know is very serious indeed.
Fay x x x
So with the shite weather earlier on in the week I needed to get out and get a 10km run in the bank as I was to do the Liverpool Tunnel 10k on Sunday 10th June. So first the stuff about the run. The accurately measured 10K course starts on Pall Mall in Liverpool city centre and travels along approximately 1 mile of roads before entering the Kingsway Tunnel via the emergency exit at the end of Blackstock Street. After a sharp u turn off the emergency exit runners then begin the gentle descent down under the River Mersey. The Tunnel entrance marks the 2K point with markers for 3K and 4K positioned inside the Tunnel. Around 3.5K runners notice the descent level off before starting the long, slow ascent out of the Tunnel and into the daylight on the Wirral side of the river. Leaving the Tunnel via the Emergency exit before the toll booths, runners move on to Oakdale Road and a welcome slight downhill section at 5K where the first drinks station is located. The second half of the course is as flat as it comes with a further mile from the Tunnel to the Wallasey Ferry terminal where runners can see the finish at New Brighton – albeit 2 miles away!
So Thursday after work with the wind howling and the rain coming down I set off from ours to nail a 10k. Weather was not too bad until I ended up down on Garston shore and I was exposed to the wind. Not just from the coast but from my other end. I thought nothing of this and with 5km still to run was determined to get a 10k in the bank whatever the time. As my run continued I started getting slight stomach cramps which as I ran further became worse and worse in the end almost causing me to stop running such was the pain. I wasn’t quite sure what was going on but as I made it up to Speke Road for the last stretch from Dobbies back to ours I realised that the cramps were indeed toilet pains !!! With about a mile left I had a few options open to me. First was to do a Paula Radcliffe and take a detour back down towards Garston shore and meet nature ! Second was to make it to Damons Diner and jog in there soaking wet through in my jogging gear, a wooly hat and big fat red face. Final option was to go for home. I reckoned I could make it so I stepped up the pace only slowing when the cramps were kicking in. Just 400 meters from ours but that’s when the mind plays tricks as I was so near and yet so far. Here I had visions of a major accident and me having to walk in a very funny manner around the corner into our road with a dodgy smell following me. Luckily enough I made it to the door and fumbled for the key, legged it straight upstairs and lets just say for the next half an hour I had my own jubilee on my throne. So what caused that as my diet is so narrow its very hard for me to have food poisoning so did I have a bug ? No it was indeed “runners trotts” Fuck me you learn something new everyday. It’s not unusual for runners to experience gastrointestinal disorders or diarrhea, also known as “runner’s trots”, during long runs. The cause may be dietary in nature or due to lack of blood flow during digestion (since the blood is being pulled to your muscles). So basically because I was a pie arse trying to run 10k I got “runners trots” I have run further than that before and been OK. So Sunday morning I will be having Lucozade Sport for breakfast and that will be it until post race.
Fay x x x
So it’s the jubilee weekend and what better way to start it than attending an anti jubilee party. The event was called never mind the jubilee picnic held at The Camp & Furnace. A few swift pints to get us in the mood in The Coburg and The Brewery Tap and we headed off just around the corner to The Camp & Furnace. First up what a great venue. A large what looked like an old warehouse with a couple of bars, stage and an area selling jewellery and clothes. It could of almost been a little corner of Glastonbury in Liverpool. So some blurb about the night. The Furnace doors will be thrown open to host an revolutionary indoor street party and anarchist picnic, inviting republicans, pick’n’mix lefties and rexophobic nerds to unite under a banner of ’being slightly rude about the Queen while eating cucumber sandwiches and listening to loud music’. Molotov cupcakes, monarch jelly heads, Scargill’s chargrills and lots more from the Steven ‘Anthony’ Burgess communist cookbook. Irreverent music by 14-piece Balkan Gypsy combo The Destroyers and local bands, the CantMixWontMixShdntMixDontMix DJs, and of course a rousing chorus of The Pistols’ God Save the Queen will help to redress the balance of the true sentiment of the people.
So on entry (after the bar of course) one of the bands were on who I didnt catch the name of were on. Only a gang of young lads but very confident to the tune of “remember when you heard us play here when we make it” Ahhh the confidence and ambition of being young (I know 38 is young as I keep telling myself) Decent performance and some decent choons. A little walk around the venue and past some caravans one of which was giving free stick on tattoo’s but alas the queue was far too big for me. Lots of jewellery to buy and a whole host of wacky clothes but none in XL so I didn’t treat myself. So next up were The Destroyers. Now it was only a few weeks back I had the privilege to catch these BLOG HERE and here I was again. Mrs Fay likes me getting into new bands as often she likes them as well but she has spotted a worrying trend with The Destroyers that so far they play in Liverpool every few weeks and that means a big night out on the ale as she stays in with the three daughters ( I will take you next time x x ) As ever The Destroyers did not disappoint belting out their choons with the full band (15 members I think) We wouldnt really be much closer to the band and once again there was a lot of dancing going on and yes I was dancing like a knobhead. So after a rousing set from The Destroyers there were some post concert choons and some classic dance choons in the mix as well. What 90’s dance choons in a giant warehouse, there was only one thing to do and cue more dancing like a knobhead and closing my eyes and going back two decades without the sunday comedown !!! So we decided to go about one and luckily got a cab straight away in the rain. So that was my anti royal and non mainstream music concert done. Time to tow the line and today its off to see one of my fave bands The Christians who are supporting Status Quo at Speke Hall and then a jubilee BBQ in ours on Monday. So I will have covered a lot of bases this jubilee bank holiday weekend.
Final thought is that The Destroyers have destroyed my hearing as I still have a constant ringing in my ears (more than usual) In hindsight I think I was dancing like a knobhead a bit close to the speakers !!!
So boss venue, boss band and boss choons. All for free as well (apart from the grog) and I will deffo be on the lookout for future events at The Camp and Furnace. How many more hidden gems has Liverpool got to offer ?
Fay x x x