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Gym hills? Pah! Outside hills rock…

Last week’s hill training showed me that my hills aren’t big enough, hard enough or painful enough. Finishing the tenth repeat at seven incline (after doing the other 9 at five) sadly demonstrated I was slacking. So its outside for you Carpenter.

Cape Town is a city of hills, and there are plenty to choose from, but if you really want to be sadistic you’ll pick Bellevue Road. This teeny cut through from Gardens is the highest junction opening out on Kloof Nek Road. Its so $£@*! steep I can only drive up it in second gear, and everyone drives down it with their foot on the brake. Yes, you’ve guessed it, this is my new hill repeat venue.

So there I am at 6am wondering whether I should venture out in the dark (I’m looking for a decent excuse to go the gym and not Bellevue Road) when I tell myself I only have to do it the one time, and back to the gym next week.

So I get outside and I feel good, I feel good all the way past De Waal Park and I feel good when I reach my nemesis. ‘Hurumph’ I think, this is unusual. I begin at the top stop street and run to the steps. Not bad, down I go (I need steep down runs to strengthen the legs). Up, down, up, down, up, down etc. I cannot believe this, I actually enjoyed it, and I didn’t even walk.

Running notes
Route: My flat to Bellevue road, a ton of hill repeats and then home via Buitengracht
Height climbed: A lot
Time started: 06:11
Total time: 1:10 ish
Total distance: Don’t know because my nike+ ipod is rubbish
Temperature: 20˚ and a stiff southeaster
Runner’s condition: Good
Song of the run: Eye of the Tiger (If I had it!)

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46.5km training run

That is the second furthest I have ever been. Nice little jog around the Peninsula until I left a blob of my DNA on the road to Noordhoek when I stacked it again (hell, it wouldn’t be a long run if I managed to stay vertical the whole way would it?). I lost the good runners on Chapman’s Peak (no surprise there). Ended up in the sea at Hout Bay after debating with Wiebs whether it was safe from parasites and god knows what else. We jumped in anyway and kept our mouths shut.

Running notes
Route: Start at the Chapman’s Peak Hotel, over Constantia Nek, through Constantia over the M3 and meet Main Road. Turn right through Lakeside and on via Muizenburg, Kalk Bay and Fishoek. Turn right at the circle and on to Noordhoek, over Chapman’s Peak Drive and back to the Hotel
Height climbed: ?
Time started: 06.30
Total time: 5:00 (about 20 minutes for stops)
Total distance: 46.5km
Weather conditions: Southeaster straight in the face from Main Road to Fishoek
Temperature: 27˚
Runner’s condition: Bitching

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Scorchio!

Got up too late again, burnt my shoulders, burnt my nose, burnt that patch of skin where my hair is parted, great racer-back tan line, but that lie in sure was nice.

Running notes
Route: My flat to Kloof Nek, Signal Hill and back to Kloof Nek, up to the cable station, back to the flat
Height climbed: 350m
Time started: 09:12
Total time: 1:54:22
Total distance: 19.24km
Average pace: 5:56 min/km
Temperature: 28˚
Runner’s condition: Fine

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30km ‘training run’ with a bunch of people that are much faster than me

I had a great view of their backs up Chapman’s Peak this morning. Nothing like being the last man on a mega hill. Sue, Caroline and Robert are all seriously experienced hill/trail runners so I did have to suck it up and try to keep the distance between them and me as small as possible. At one point Robert was a small pin prick in front of me on the hairpin bends, so the gap was a bit on the large side. Still I’m pretty good on the downhills and beat them all back to the Chapman’s Peak Hotel. Nothing like a bit of competition eh?

Running notes
Route: Chapman’s Peak Hotel via Chapman’s Peak Drive to Noordhoek, loop in Noordhoek and back
Height climbed: 400m
Time started: 06:03
Total time: 2:50 with about 20 mins break for drinks etc
Total distance: 29.7km
Temperature: 24˚
Runner’s condition: Fine despite having to get up at 4:45am

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No excuses I suck

I tried to take a half day in lieu of the Joburg trip which involved sleep deprivation, and an average working day of 17 hours on Monday, Tuesday and most of Wednesday (welcome to the world of the creative pitch). When I made the fatal mistake of just ‘quickly’ checking my emails on the way out for my 8km time trial and 40 minute jog. Well, after three crisis telephone calls, and much stroking of design feathers I got out at 11.30am, and went to the reservoir to run laps which was my intention two hours earlier. Oh hell it was hot (had I left my brain in Joburg as well?) I had to get back in the car after two laps of said reservoir because I couldn’t see through the sweat which was stinging my poor dehydrated eyes and drive to the gym. Nightmare. This welcome but irritating break clearly skewed my results (which I am still pretending I could have done by myself) and by the time I finished I was in such a huff I didn’t even bother with the other 40 minutes.

Running notes
Route: Reservoir and gym
Height climbed: Flat
Time started: 05:05
Total distance: 8km
8km time trial: 39: 58
8km average pace: 4:59 min/km
Temperature: 32˚ (probably less, but it certainly felt like it)
Runner’s condition: Dessicated from evil Joburg flights
Song of the run: You’re S*@” and You Know You Are. Okay I don’t have this football chant on my ipod, but it would have been fitting.

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Thin air and weaver birds

This morning I woke up at 1753m above sea level. Yes, I’m in Joburg this week lucky me. In fact I consider myself even luckier that I had the chance to run through Fourways for an hour and a half at 6.30am dodging the worst rush hour traffic in the world. Those ‘poor’ peeps in their Lexus Hybrids certainly weren’t going anywhere fast on William Nichol this morning.

I was surprised (between gasps for breath, and the onset of altitude sickness) to see a bit of wildlife in this city of 10 million souls. Wafting above the sprinklers and perfectly manicured lawns which are concealed behind concrete walls and electrified fences (strong enough to keep an elephant out and the rich egos in) was a clutch of weaver bird nests. I love weaver birds.

Running notes
Route: Fourways – have no idea where I started or where I went
Height climbed: 30m
Time started: 06:23
Total time: 1:30:27
Total distance: 15km ish (Nike+ had no juice)
Average pace: 6:00 min/km ish
Weather conditions: Warm and humid
Temperature: 25˚
Runner’s condition: Suffocating

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Blearrrghh…

Oh…please…grrph…grulp…garff… Yep, I had to stop twice on the way up and over Kloof Nek this morning. I would like to think that this was because I’d nailed my fastest ever 8km time trial yesterday, followed with 80 lunges, lat pull downs, triceps and heel dips for dessert and then back on the treadmill for a 40 minute warm down. But my honest self will admit that this latest bout of slacking was due to the bottle of local rosé I swigged at last night’s bookclub (I was damn thirsty – see above).

Running notes
Route: My flat via Buitengracht to Kloof Nek over the top and down to Camps Bay
Height climbed: 350m
Time started: 06:14
Total time: 1:20:56
Total distance: 12.63km
Average pace: 6:24 min/km
Weather conditions: Fresh breeze with sun
Temperature: 18˚
Runner’s condition: Dry mouth
Song of the run: A Ha: Take on Me

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Fatal flaw with Nike+

Today’s sad story went something like this… Dave: ‘One hundred meeeeders to go’, me (heart pounding, fingers scrabbling in shorts pocket for iPod) ‘huff-huff’… Dave ‘Congraduaaalations you have completed eight kilomeeeeders’… me (glancing at ipod and simultaneously ending the Nike+ session) ‘!!!!’… Me (in head) ‘Ooooh 25 seconds off doing my time trial in under 40 minutes, not bad’. I stop the treadmill (I check the ipod) I’m now on 8.04km and 40:59 minutes, yes, my sweaty pinkies hadn’t pressed the damn button properly and now I’d cocked up the recording of my best ever time trial. *@#*.

Running notes
Route: Gym
Height climbed: Flat
Time started: 05:05
Total time: 1:20:59
Total distance: 15:01km
8.04km time trial: 40:59
8km average pace: 5:05 min/km
Temperature: 26˚ (inside Wembley Square 31˚)
Runner’s condition: Fine
Song of the run: Salt & Pepper: Push It

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I knew those 60 lunges with 5kg weights were a big mistake yesterday

Today I’ve been punished with the inability of being able to get out of my office chair. Yes I’m behaving like I’m pregnant or 80, much to the amusement of my colleagues. I had to visit a client this afternoon and almost fell out of the car.

The run this morning was a rare jewel in my otherwise dark and never ending training days of the ‘evil plan’. I would like to have said I shot up Kloof Nek, but given the buttock impediment it was slightly slower and more uncomfortable than I would have liked. Nevertheless I co-ordinated the overstretched glutes and together, with much bitching, we hauled ourself up to the lower cable station on Table Mountain. Despite this being tourist season, not a soul (well if you don’t include the snoozing taxi drivers) was about. Lucky me, I had the whole view to myself and could hear the birds sing, what a treat. The wonder of the natural world inspired me to take a detour on the way back home via Company’s Gardens. You could say this is the green lung of the city, originally laid out as a mammoth vegetable patch by the the Dutch East India Company in 1652 to provision the ships, feed the workers, sailors and anyone else that had the misfortune (Kaapstad was considered a bit of a hell hole at that time) of having to stop here on their way to India and the orient. Today you won’t see a cabbage but apparently there is a 400 year old pear tree. I must say I do like the squirrels and the herd of feral cats.

Running notes
Route: My flat on Buitenkant Street to the tap at the lower cable station on Table Mountain and back
Height climbed: 300m
Time started: 06:06
Total time: 1:12:16
Total distance: 11.98km
Average pace: 6:01 min/km
Weather conditions: Low cloud with light drizzle, humid
Temperature: 24˚
Runner’s condition: Fine
Song of the run: Heaven is a Place on Earth: Belinda Carlisle

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Don’t wanna go, don’t wanna go, don’t wanna go…

How can it possibly take 45 minutes to pull a pair of shorts on and dress myself in a running vest? This extreme procrastination at 5:30 this morning made me late to work. Note to self – set alarm for 5:15 next time. Aarrgh.

Running notes
Route: Gym
Height climbed: 9 x 2 minute hill repeats (3 at 5 incline 10 speed, 3 at 5 incline 9.5 speed, 3 at 5 incline 9 speed)
Time started: 06:31
Total time: 1:08:04
Total distance: 11:84km
Average pace: 5:55 min/km
Temperature: Outside 22˚ (inside Wembley Square probably 26˚)
Runner’s condition: Fine
Song of the run: Jaime T: Sheila

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Blood on the tarmac

Yes I stacked it on Chapman’s Peak Drive this morning. Went down like a ten ton sack of spuds. Bam. Those sodding cat’s eyes. This is the second time I’ve ‘gone for a burton’ in 6 months. The last time was in Hout Bay right in front of the traffic which must have made someone snigger. That time I was running with Chris and I don’t think he knew whether to laugh first or try and scrape me up. Today was classic, I couldn’t actually get my right hand out fast enough so now I sit here typing with two fingers taped together and an array of plasters covering the palms of my left hand which underneath looks like I had a fight with a cheese grater, and my shoulder also got a piece of the action. ‘Don’t you think you should put some sun screen on that’ Wiebke said pointing to the area of raw meat, on Camps Bay beach this afternoon ‘Why?’ I replied ‘you actually need skin to burn it’.

Running notes
Route: Car park opposite The Chapman’s Peak Hotel to the farmstall in Noordhoek and back
Height climbed: 380m
Time started: 08:15
Total time: 2:30:17
Total distance: 22km (Not measured with Nike+ as I forgot it. Again)
Weather conditions: Sunny with wind
Temperature: 24˚
Runner’s condition: Hungover from a bender at Brewers & Union

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I hate Sea Point

My heart sank as they said ‘lets go this way’ pointing north towards Sea Point. I hate Sea Point. Not only do certain sections of the promenade stink, they are literally covered by walkers, other runners, small dogs and even smaller children, bergies, and its paved. So if something off the afore mentioned list doesn’t trip you up then your knees are knackered. I hate Sea Point. I really hate Sea Point, in fact I loathe the entire section from Bantry Bay to the Waterfront. I think you get the point. Off we trot. It takes us about 30 minutes to the water fountain in the promenade at which point the other three decide to turn. O.M.G this means I have to press on further into the hideousness for another 25 minutes and all the way back to Camps Bay by myself. No ipod because its a club run and we like to chat, gossip and dissect injuries. O.M.G.

Running notes
Route: Sand Bar, Camps Bay to Mouille Point (which is the stinky bit) and the Newport Deli and back
Height climbed: Flat
Time started: 07:02
Total time: 1:42:37
Total distance: 16km (Not measured with Nike+ as I forgot it)
Weather conditions: Sunny with a breeze
Temperature: 24˚
Runner’s condition: Tired from yesterday’s round trip to Joburg

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Me and Dave

On my 10th lap of the reservoir this morning I considered why my trusty Nikes were getting heavier and slower, probably because of those hill repeats last night which I calculated was less than 12 hours earlier, had to walk twice. The slackness was accompanied by groaning, sighing and the general bitching from the voices in my head. All this was drowned out by the other voice on my Nike+ ‘two kilometres to go’ or rather ‘two keelomeders to gooo’ (thats Americans for you). I like to call him Dave. I’d like to think of Dave as some hot little bod in fancy sunglasses pounding the California Hills. Working in the digital industry I know the reality is probably different. He’s likely to be some poor soul that coded the application in a cubicle somewhere in the dark depths of dungeon in the development house Nike outsourced to. He’s probably never seen the sun let alone a pair of running shoes. So thats why I call him Dave rather than Brad or Nicky, he’s just not that lucky. Oh yes, the ducklings have got a bit fatter since I saw them last week, but the Mum still gives me evils.

Running notes
Route: Lower Buitenkant Street, Bree Street to the reservoir 10 laps and then back the same way
Height climbed: 60m
Time started: 06:14
Total time: 1:23:31
Total distance: 14.48km
8km time trial: 46:20
8km average pace: 5:46 min/km
Weather conditions: Cloudy
Temperature: 22˚
Runner’s condition: Knackered (though most impressed I didn’t touch the booze at bookclub last night)
Song of the run: Tainted Love: Soft Cell

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Hungover again

This morning, according to my plan, I was in for an 8km time trial (with 20 mins easy either side). What a lovely birthday present. I swung the pins over the edge of the bed at 5:30am and contemplated my running shoes. The cat is motionless, blinking at me. Not because I’d switched the light on (its summer here) but because of the shock of me waking her up.

Slogged up to the reservoir which was no where near 20 minutes and started the circuits. This is a run that I’ve not done for a while and is stunning. Table Mountain is reflected on the water on one side, you can see the sun gradually lighting up Lions Head on each circuit and you get a great view of the city towards one corner. The tarmac around the reservoir is in a terrible state all cracked and uneven, but thats probably good for ankle strengthening. 8km = 10 laps which involved nearly being attacked by an Eygptian goose (protecting her bubbas) and overtaken by a yummy mummy and a fancy tricycle baby contraption, as I pondered this embarrassment I could guarantee she had not packed away as much booze as I had last night. My friend Mike says ‘running keeps you honest’, but I prefer Chris’s sentiment ‘I’m a drinker with a running problem’.

Running notes
Route: Lower Buitenkant Street, Upper Orange Street to the reservoir 12 laps and then back
Height climbed: 60m
Time started: 06:03
Total time: 1:15:30
Total distance: 13.05km
8km time trial: 45:30
8km average pace: 5:40 min/km
Weather conditions: Fresh and sunny
Temperature: 22˚
Runner’s condition: Mildly hungover
Song of the run: Smooth Criminal – Michael Jackson

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If I can’t run today then I’m never going to finish this race: 149 days to go

Two stiff gin and tonics, one tom collins, one cosmopolitan, one Amaretto, one Windhoek, two glasses of champagne and some more gin. Add to that one red eye flight from Heathrow and you’ve got a great recipe for a run the next day. By the time I hauled myself out of bed at 12.30, well I started thinking about it at 12.30 it took another hour to actually achieve, the temperature of my bedroom was already 27˚. Setting off in the car at 2.30pm meant the sun was blazing, all the tourists from Gauteng were on the road, and the taxis off to the beach were cutting us all up. The car park was strangely empty – mad dogs and Englishmen anybody? Off I ‘jogged’ and by the time I had got to the end of Signal Hill I’d stopped twice, but at least I didn’t vomit in front of the tourists, I actually noticed at one point that I was walking on the downhill stretches. The thought of running a double marathon and then another 7km was as remote this afternoon as me having another drink, well almost.

Running notes
Route: Kloof Nek car park to the end of Signal Hill and back
Height climbed: 130m
Time started: 12:44
Total time: 51:53
Total distance: 7.78km
Average pace: 6:39 min/km
Weather conditions: Sunny
Temperature: 30˚
Runner’s condition: Hungover
Song of the run: Walk this Way: Run DMC

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