Birthday & Bradford 10k Recap


In Which I Age, And In Which I Run A Run

14th March 2014
Today, was my birthday. I turned 32. I realise I’ve not gotten your card yet, but there’s still time. (There’s still time.)

Amongst other presents (Honey Jack Daniels, Thor 2, Aftershave and stuff) I got my very first ever GPS watch from my lovely wife Sarah.

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Obviously, I went out and tested it the same day. It. Is. Awesome. I only ran a mile because I had birthday beer to go drink and I was pleased with how easy it is to use. It also came with a heart rate monitor and bike thingy (sorry if I got too technical there.)

Also downloaded the app to my phone, so it syncs to it as soon as I’m done running. Brilliant!

The rest of my birthday was spent with family, and with alcohol. Lots of both.

15th March 2014
Oww, my head!

16th March 2014
Ironman Tony picked me up around 8, and we then went to get Susan and Hannah and drove the 2 miles into Bradford for a hometown 10k.

We met up with ironman Rob and before long lined up for the start of the race. It was very windy where the start was, but the sun was hinting at making an appearance.

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Got my watch going, searching for satellites and it found one with a minute or so. After a speech from the Mayor, we were away.

Both Ironmen were out of sight straight away, which I’m used to by now. I kept an eye on my watch and made sure I was staying around the 8:30mi/mile. (Minutes per mile)

The course took us around the Westfield development, then up a hill into Little Germany. (Never seen a German there. Not even a little one.) The pack thinned out a little, but not much. Think everyone ran up that hill.

From Little Germany we turned right, along Canal Rd towards Shipley. 2km marker flew by, and we then turned off to the right towards Gaisby Lane. Back around to the left, then back right on Canal Rd again. The turn around point was almost in Shipley, and right at the top of the hill. Quick check of my watch showed 08:30, so all good there.

Reaching the water station I took some water, then had to slow down to a walk to drink it as it was in a cup. Splashed a bit on my face, then set off running again, back up to 08:30 pace.

Then the sun came out.

Chuffing hell did it get warm! I was glad to get back towards Bradford town centre where it was more built up so more shade. The run was going quick, probably because I knew the area so knew how far was left to go.

There was a decent crowd lining the last few hundred metres, but as soon as I turned into it the wind hit me full on. Guess the buildings were acting as a wind tunnel, but it was head on which didn’t help.

Reached the end, stopped my watch and looked at the time.

52:49. My newest PB! (And on a hometown race, too!)

Also, I’d gotten this mention on twitter:

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Met up with the others, then straight into Lloyd’s for a breakfast and a coffee. (Then beer..!)

Myself and Ironman Tony had run in our Mad Dog 10k shirts, and when in Lloyd’s someone said to us “Easily the best race shirts I’ve seen today.” Bless him.

Forgetfulness
Other day, Sarah said that she thinks a race number had arrived in the post, but addressed to someone else.

Shhhhh……….it.

Best explain: back in about January, a bloke on twitter (whose name is on the envelope) had offered entry into a race because it no longer fit into his schedule. I snapped it up, then forgot all about it.

Fast forward two months.

Envelope in hand, I opened it up and took out the contents. Sure enough, a race number. For the 6th April (three weeks away.) Manchester MARATHON.

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Yep, getting that used to running that I FORGET THAT IM ENTERED INTO A CHUFFING MARATHON IN LESS THAN A MONTH!

Let’s see how that goes!

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Updates!


In Which Everything Is Updated

Hopefully you have closed the page down already, thinking you’re on the wrong blog or anything. It’s still me! Still Marc Hemingway! Still blogging, just looks different! Come back! COME BACK YOU BAS… Oh, there you are. Good.

Yesterday, as I’m sure you’re aware, apple released an update for the iPhone (ios7) and obviously, being the reckless kinda person I am (I had my lunch early today!) I updated ASAP.

Following that, turns out every app has an update to be more ios7 compatible so updated those too.

Then looked at my blog and it’s always been the same layout, so updated this too.

Then some updates were out of date so I updated those too.

Just got through updating my races and stuff, by which time my updated updates were out of date, so updated those too.

Just thought I’d update you.

UPDATE: I’ve just made a Facebook page for my blog and stuff which is over there somewhere ——->

Like it, and I’ll like you.

Amazing People


In Which I Talk About A Couple Of People You Might Not Of Heard Of But Will Probably Tell People About

My marathon running training is going quite well, and to plan at the moment too. (Which is new!) I’ve done a couple of 5 mile runs home, which is roughly 2 miles of uphillness, followed by a nice stretch of 2 miles down hill, then a mile of steady uphillness to finish.

The first 2 miles has a couple of proper hills in which are good training (I keep hearing) but the best part is obviously the downhills. I when I get to this part I feel like holding my hands up in the air and going WHHHHHEEEEEEEEEE all the way down, but as it takes about 15-20 minutes I’m not sure that I could WHHHHHHEEEEEEEE for that long.

The first time I ran the 5 miler I did it in 55:45 and the second time I did it in 54:00. I’m running the same route home tonight, but it’s due to get up to 26 degrees (78F) and have forgotten my water bottle, so might cut it short to 3.5 miles then run to work in the morning to get the miles in.

My training plan for Monday is a steady 7.5 miles and have worked out a route along the Leeds-Liverpool canal to run where it’ll be flat all the way. Not going for hills because that runs about distance, not time, but Monday supposed to be even hotter than today so will have to get up early to go run. Feel free to join in!

Anyway, back to the title of the blog and to your lesson for today. That’s right, it’s not just entertainment here, it’s education too! (Edu-tainment!)

Madonna Buder

Have you heard of her? If so, you can go play outside for a bit while I talk to the class.

Madonna Buder is an athlete. A triathlete, even. Actually, she’s an Ironman triathlete athlete. She didn’t start training until she was 48 years old and since then has completed 45 seperate Ironman events, and over 300 triathlons.

Impressive already, but it gets better:

She’s the oldest person to complete an Ironman event (The event was Ironman Canada) and she finished in 16:32:00.

She was 82 years old.

Those aren’t the best things about Madonna Buder though. The 2nd best thing about her is that they have to keep creating a new age bracket for her as she keeps entering the Ironman events.

The best thing about Buder, however, is this:

She’s been, since the age of 23, a Nun. (Nicknamed, obviously, ‘The Iron Nun.’)

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Madonna Buder ‘The Iron Nun’

Cliff Young

In Australia, they used to have an Ultra Marathon which goes between Sydney and Melbourne. It was 544miles (875k) and was said to be one of the toughest in the world. Before the race was officially run for the first time, the fastest anyone had run between the two places was around 7 days.

Ultra Marathoners and elite runners, 20-30 years old, turned up and the day of the race, as did Cliff Young.

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Cliff Young

Cliff was a farmer. A 61 year old farmer. With arthritis in most of his leg joints. A 61 year old farmer who turned up to race the 544miles in boots and overalls instead of running shoes and shorts.

Obviously, the reporters descended on Cliff and asked him what the hell he was thinking. He told them that he lived on a farm and had 2’000 animals, sometimes he’d have to run after these animals for a couple of days, sometimes three days, before getting them all herded together, so the way he saw it it was only a few more days of doing the same.

The gun went off, the pack went off, and Cliff did a sort of shuffle-walk-stumble run thing. He was left well behind by everyone else.

After 17 hours of running, the Elites and Ultras bedded down for the night, the plan from the get-go being that you ran as far and as hard as you could for 17 hours, slept for 7, then repeated til the end.

When they woke up in the morning to start again, they were told that Cliff Young, in his boots and overalls, was a dozen or so miles in the lead.

He hadn’t slept, and hadn’t stopped.

Turns out that when Cliff said he chased sheep for 2-3 days, he meant continually, never stopping, never sleeping. For three days at a time.

He wasn’t caught for the rest of the race, finishing in a time of 5 days, 15 hours and 4 minutes, a full 10 hours in front of the closest Elite and close to two days ahead of the record for the fastest run between Sydney and Melbourne.

They presented him with a check for $10’000 for winning the race, and he was shocked because he didn’t know there was any prize money. He felt bad about keeping it saying ‘Everyone else worked just as hard as me’ and so divided the money equally between all the runners.

At age 63 he ran 150 miles within 24 hours.

At 76 year-old he attempted to run AROUND THE EDGE OF AUSTRALIA but had to stop after 3’800 miles (6250k) as his only crew member (who was driving the route) passed out from illness. (That’s about the distance from one side of America to the other, and then halfway back again.)

At 79, he became the oldest man to finish a six-day Ultramarathon, and it was while he was dying of cancer.

Cliff died in 2003, at the age of 81. He never kept any of his prize money, and gave it all to charities or friends.

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On A Lighter Note

Sometimes you only hear of someone dying when the radio plays a few of their songs that you haven’t heard for a while. Yesterday, they played ‘Right Here Waiting’ by Richard Marx in the morning. ‘Haven’t heard one of his songs in a while!’ I thought.

In the afternoon, they played ANOTHER of his songs. I got on to Twitter and looked to see if he had an account.

Richard Marx: Alive!

Richard Marx: Alive!

PHEW!

Twitter


In which I talk about stalking tweeting celebrities.

Yesterday I was busy at work. Busy in such a way, that I was reading the Daily Mail. (I’d already been busy checking Facebook and Twitter, looking for a holiday and playing Bejeweled Blitz.)

I pretty much read the paper from start to finish (apart from sports. Even though I like running, the only sport I really watch is WWE. Yes, I know it’s fake.)

Anyway, each day in the Daily Mail they have an anagram sent in by a reader. Todays was by a bloke called Tony. (Not Ironman Tony)

Bet it took him ages!

I thought nothing more of it until I was busy at work, on Twitter again. The newest tweet on my Twitter feed was by Ricky Gervais. ‘Hang about!’ Said a voice in my head. ‘Someone mentioned something of his in the paper!’ ‘Yes they did!’ Said the other voice in my head. (Bit crowded in there.) ‘You should take a picture and send it to him!” (Not sure which voice that was. Might’ve been a new one.) I took a picture of it (the one up there ^) and sent it in a tweet to Ricky Gervais. Now the thing about Ricky Gervais is that on Twitter he has just under 3.5 MILLION followers. Even if only 10% of them send him a message, that’s still… a…….. lot of messages… so getting a reply is impossible.

NEARLY impossible…

CHUFFED!

I was chuffed! I got busy at work telling Facebook and Twitter and everything. I messaged Sarah and told her and she replied ‘I bet you’re chuffed!’ And she was right, because I was! As the day went on, I started thinking more and more about Twitter and things. For me, getting a Tweet is like when people used to go Autograph hunting but without having to wait out in the rain, or having to go out at all really. They’re both quite similar, you have to have good timing to get a reply.

So far on Twitter I’ve had replies from quite a few famous people. Click on their name if you don’t know who they are, links open in a new window:

Dave Gorman (sending him something that was in the Daily Mail as it happens!)

Danny Wallace (he sent ‘haha!’ to a joke I sent once, and another time ended his reply with a kiss. Bit odd, that’n…)

Martin Roberts from Homes Under the Hammer (He actually hijacked a Tweet I’d sent to Dave Gorman about a song on Homes Under the Hammer)

Neil Gaiman (Quite a few from him, once asked him a question about a characters name in Neverwhere because I was too lazy to get out of bed and look in the actual book.)

Mick Foley (The Wrestler, sent me an actual message on Twitter)

William Regal (The Wrestler, replied with ‘No.’)

Lucy Jo Hudson (We were talking at home about when Wild At Heart will be back on, so I tweeted her and she told me.)

Brian Baumgartner (From the US version of The Office. Not the space jump bloke. Look at that! Ricky Gervais said the space jump quote, the bloke that did the space jump shares his surname with an actor in the US Office, written (originally) and produced by Ricky Gervais! How odd!)

And…. I think that’s all!

Thinking about how chuffed I was, I started thinking about the person who wrote the anagram that caused me to get a reply from Ricky Gervais, and I was thinking that he’d be chuffed to learn that his anagram had been seen by the person who (whom?) it was about. Unfortunately, I’d already thrown away the Newspaper and covered it in left over food. (Not a ritual, just happened that way.) Ah well, I thought, nevermind. But wait! I took a picture! And it has his name on it!

Back on the computer, I found an email address for the Daily Mail and explained about taking a picture and tweeting it to Ricky Gervais, and asked if they could forward it on for me.

Today, I got this email:

Hi Marc,

As you can see, the Daily Mail forwarded your email to me.

Wow, thanks for sending my anagram to Ricky! I do feel a bit guilty about calling him 'chronically irritating' but he seems to have taken it all in good part! His original tweet was, in my opinion, one of the most powerful comments I'veever seen and I'm pleased that he has such a huge following on the Twitter community to deliver his message to. As he says, 'Changing the world one person at a time.' That's what it's all about.

Thanks for taking the trouble to write to the Mail and I do indeed appreciate knowing that Ricky Gervais himself has 
seen my anagram.

Regards

Tony

All in all, not a bad couple of days.

Running the Leeds Abbey Dash 10k on Sunday, followed by my very own Stag Do in York. Might be a few days before I managed to write a coherent race recap… Good Luck to everyone running, and good luck to everyone coming on my Stag Do!

In other news, myself and Sarah had been expecting for a while, and last week he finally arrived. His name is Indy (Short for Indiana, as in Jones)

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He’s a Bengal crossed with a British Short Hair. He makes a ‘coo-ing’ noise and likes to sleep. 12 Weeks old.