February 2025

 

        The first day of February saw CC and myself running to the start of parkrun at Wilverley Plain in the New Forest. CC had never done Brockenhurst parkrun before and I wanted to show her how nice the winter course is. The summer course is ok too, but just consists of three laps around the college field. The winter course however, is one lap of trails in the forest.  I did warn CC that there were a couple of big hills in there, but nothing as bad as the one at Alice Holt we did last year.

There were a few road diversions and we turned up at the car park with very little time. That time was taken by trying to find a parking space. We parked in the car park furthest away and jogged across a field to try and make the start in time, but in the distance we could see the runners starting to disappear. We figured that we started about a minute late but not to worry. We did manage to catch up with the tail walker at the bottom of the first downhill.

It was hard work for CC with the run to the start but she battled on and it was still the beautiful course that I had remembered. The weather was also kind to us, albeit a little on the cold side. We got around ok and then decided to go to the Greenwood tree cafe in Lyndhurst, which is one of our favourites. Plenty of vegan options and great food and coffee.

     A couple of days later and I was back to work. I received some good news about my four day week. It looks like it might be happening from the beginning of April. I am really looking forward to this. More running time, more climbing time, more friends time, more everything…

     A while back we had a new starter in the warehouse at work. I had to work with him and show him how to do a few things. I was uncharacteristically nervous as he was a bit of a minor celebrity a few years back. We already have ex-Olympians at work but in fields like hockey that never really interested me. This was different. This guy was a footballer and he played for Southampton, the mighty Forest Green Rovers and many other teams including Trinidad and Tobago!

It took about a month before he really settled in and then I’d ask him questions about his football career and he’d always tell me great stories about playing at Forest Green and how dodgy it was playing in Costa Rica etc... He is a really nice guy and we’re always messing around and having a laugh. Nice to have him on our team.

     Anyway, a week later I would return to Bartley parkrun for another four laps. I ran there and met CC who cheered me and others on. I really struggled with a time of 20.39 and CC said it showed. I felt heavy and unfit. I couldn’t control my breathing or relax into a pace. It felt like I had too much tummy fat to store my intake of oxygen, if that makes sense? I really must sort that healthy eating thing out in March.

      The next day I did a fourteen miler from CC’s and it felt pretty good. My mileage was starting to creep up. Just a well as I had entered a seven hour timed event for March.

 I had booked off Valentine’s day on the Friday, along with the following Monday. CC did the same and off we went to Cardiff via the train. As soon as we got off said train, it started to rain. Croeso I Cyrmu!

   I told CC the itinerary and she and her mum had a good laugh when I said I had squeezed a half marathon in there. “He’s not taking you on a romantic weekend away, he’s doing a race”. My cover had been blown!

 I booked a table for two at Luna’s Vegan corner in Roath. I’m so glad I did. The food was incredible. We had sharing platters with lots of different flavours and tastes while I drank turmeric coffees. After a long debate about “Croquettes”, we ate, and ate, and ate.

Nearly two hours had flown by. I would highly recommend this place and look forward to trying one of their roast dinners one day.

       

The next day we woke early. It was dark and raining. It was time to head off to Gnoll parkrun. I was the report writer, so I’ll add the article in here to save me telling you about it again here:

We woke up in a Cardiff hotel at 6.15am to the sound and sight of pouring rain. It looked rather gloomy out of the window. What are we doing? I thought, as we got up and got ready for the rainy walk to the railway station.

I had somehow talked my girlfriend Clare into doing Gnoll parkrun with me. I had told her that it was in my top 5 of all time parkruns out of the 103 different locations that I had visited. I was telling the truth too despite not having done it since April 2019. Would it be as good as I had remembered? It was a nice, sunny, calm day then as well!

We got the train to Neath, which got us there at 8.19. We made the 1.4 mile journey to Gnoll country park via Google maps. We made it there with 5 minutes to spare. We spoke to a few friendly marshals and put our rucksacks by the temporary cafe.

Due to the work going on with the building and development of the new cafe/centre, the course would be different than the one I did in 2019.

The rain had died down and the conditions were actually quite good for running in the end.

Sadly we missed the first timers briefing but listened to the run director explaining the course and the rules of parkrun. "Around the ruins twice and up the hill once" was kind of chanted into a mantra.

3-2-1 and we were off. I stupidly made the mistake of wearing road shoes today. We ran down a muddy path towards a lake. We ran alongside the lake where the ducks seemed to be enjoying themselves. We then took a right, up a slight climb to the ruins. There were lovely views with an archway and lots of greenery.

A few muddy turns and we were soon back out to the main path by the lake and heading back to the start. We went around a cone to start our second loop of the ruins. Not only were the marshals very supportive and cheery, the runners running in the opposite direction were also smiling and shouting "Well dones".

I really enjoyed the fact that there were only 73 runners today too. It wasn't long before the lead runner and many others came flying past us. Some of them gave us encouragement too. I knew then, that I had made the right decision to return to this parkrun and drag my girlfriend along for the experience.

After the second loop of the ruins, we went around the other side of the lake and over a wooden bridge where we were cheered on by another marshal. A few of the marshals had mentioned "the hill". My girlfriend was not looking forward to this but I was, as I knew we got to run back down it and into the finish.

This parkrun has it all! A beautiful lake, ancient woodland, old ruins, a stream, bridges and a hill. This visit has cemented Gnoll as definitely in my top 5 of favourite parkrun locations.

I look forward to the cafe/centre being completed later in the year. Clare and myself had a good chat with many of the volunteers and were happy as vegans that the temporary cafe even had oat milk for our coffees. Thank you for a wonderful event. Dean Jones.

(CC and the world's biggest lovespoon)

We then caught the train to Swansea to see one of CC’s sons who is at uni there. Then we had to catch a bus to Llanelli and stayed in a place called “Furnace” which was weird because it was bloody freezing. I had booked a four star hotel called “Stradley park hotel”. It was quite cheap, so I wasn’t expecting much to be honest. Anyways, it turned out to be a wonderful place. The vegan options were limited but the staff and chef went out of their way to accommodate us. We had a lovely soup each, which I usually won’t bother with and a very tasty vegan curry. Curry before a race you say? Hmmm…

      That night I had a very sore throat and it hurt to swallow. I was sneezing a bit too and was all snotty. That’s right, I had picked up a cold before race day. Great! I wasn’t expecting much from the Llanelli half. CC and I had covered a lot of miles on foot over the last couple of days. I was carrying a bit of fat and hadn’t really done any speedwork this year. My focus had been on mileage. I told myself that I would try and aim for a sub Ninety without putting any pressure on myself. 6.50 pace per mile?

I was hoping to see my cousin Selina here as we had both done this race Ten years ago. Doesn’t time fly! She had to pull out because of shin splints though sadly.

            (Me outside Gareth Bale's pub, right next to Geraint Thomas' gold postbox)

 

We didn’t start at Parc Y Scarlets anymore by the looks of it. Straight onto the freezing cold coast. The start was delayed by around ten minutes. I was thinking about pulling out right there and then. I didn’t have any feeling in my hands, they were both numb with the cold weather. It turns out that someone had broken into the van and stolen all the bottles of water for the first water station at mile three. In the meantime they were trying to get some of the bottles from other stations to take to mile three.

 

We got going in the end and obviously, I went out too quickly. There was some headwind and my hands were still numb, so I was just trying to get warm really. I got chatting to a few people on the course including a guy with some noisy Hokas on his feet. He said he’d never worn them before and was just trying them out. I heard a runner behind us enquire “How can they be casually chatting at this pace?”. Just then I felt my watch vibrate. 6.25 for the mile. She was right but I felt relaxed and in control. Maybe I would pay for it later?

 

                                                                   (Can you see me?)

I had this girl sitting on my shoulder for a couple of miles. She was evidently using me as a wind shield! “Cheeky bitch” I thought. I got chatting to her and she was actually really nice. She hadn’t done a half for three years and was aiming for a sub ninety too. It would be a pb for her though. When we turned around the wind abated but a new situation arose. We were now running through a muddy nature reserve and my Pro 3’s were sliding all over the place. Although the headwind was no more, Beth said we would get it again for the last 4k to the finish. Beth was the girl I had been talking to. I didn’t need to ask her her name as she seemed quite popular with the crowds as people called her name out. We had just passed 10k in a little over 40 minutes. Not far off my pb pace for the half. I was still enjoying myself though. We had one dude running with us who knew Beth and his breathing was laboured. I told him to take a few slow, deep breaths through his nose and try and get more oxygen in. I told him that I didn’t mean to come across as condescending but he said “Not at all, thank you”. “Sometimes you just forget don’t you?”. Do you? I thought..lol.

   I had a bit of trouble keeping up with Beth now and I was no longer chatting. It was mile nine and I was still flying though but with a lot more effort and focus now. It was time to “dig in” and get it done. I saw CC cheering me on which is always a massive boost.

     At around ten miles, I passed this guy who looked a bit older than me. “Please don’t tell me you’re a V35” I said jokingly as I ran past him. “V70 actually” he said. “I wish I had your long legs” he added. I couldn’t let him beat me and pushed on to the next turnaround point around 10.5 miles. Now the wind was brutal and wouldn’t let up for the final 4k. Beth was right. My legs felt like they were stuck in mud. Was I actually still running? I just about managed to catch up with Beth and pass her. My last two miles were the slowest but I was surprised to get 1hr 25mins and 24secs and 2^nd V50.

After the race, Beth and I connected on strava and it turns out that she is a GB Triathlete. I felt for CC standing around in that bitterly cold wind and cheering on the runners. Who says Romance is dead?

Thank you CC, I am forever grateful for all your love and support. Xx

     The weird thing is that I had no sciatic nerve pain during the race. It did return on the coach journey back to Swansea though and on the train journey to Bradford-on-Avon, where I had booked us a shepherd’s hut called “The Wardrobe”. Interesting! It was a nice way to break up the journey home back to Southampton and the following day we took a leisurely stroll on the canal paths. What an eventful weekend. I would need to go back to work for the rest.

       The last Saturday of Feb, I had a good catch up on a 20 mile loop with my friend Helen. We ran at a pretty good pace too and chatted the miles away. She needs the mileage for Manchester marathon and I for the seven hour timed event in March if I can be bothered to get up at 5am and endure the buses and trains that get me there.

Not much else to say except that I hope to improve my eating habits, sleeping and fitness. More daylight next month and its getting warmer.  I sure have done a lot of eating and reading of books this month. And of course I got the best and most thoughtful Valentine's day present from CC. Two photo albums of our time together. So many wonderful memories <3 xx 

Thanks for reading. Deano. xx

Here was our food from Luna's Vegan corner:

January 2025

     

        Hi there, I’m forcing myself to write something once a month whether something happens or not, and to be honest, not a lot happened in January for me.

I ran a leisurely marathon which I wrote about in my previous blogpost. I ate healthily for about a week… The Piriformis syndrome has been a hindrance and annoying the hell out of me. I also had a shock when I stepped on the scales at 84.6 kgs! It’s fair to say that I really don’t like these winter months. We have now arrived in February though and this does fill me with a little bit of excitement and hope.  

         I kind of started January out by smashing my toes into the bathtub and turning them black. It was an accident obviously. Sciatic pain on most of my runs too and carrying an extra 4-5 kgs. Something has to change right?

      I did manage a few climbing sessions this month including a solo effort at Boulder Shack. I went climbing at Golden Gecko with my lovely girlfriend Clare who never loses any strength or form despite not going for ages!

 I also made a long overdue visit to Red Spider in Fareham where I had to update my 3 year waiver. Then I decided to run home from Fareham. A route along the A27 that I hadn’t done for years. I actually enjoyed the rolling hills and they weren’t as bad as I had remembered. I am definitely a lot fitter than when I ran my previous efforts. I was exhausted at 16 miles for some reason and decided to quit at Cafe Thrive. The 90 minutes of climbing probably had something to do with it and the 5 mile walk to Red Spider too. I was so tired the following day at work as you can imagine.

      I am currently reading two books at the moment. “Granite Kingdom” by Tim Hannigan and “The ultimate ultra running book” by Claire Maxted.

Granite Kingdom is a book about Cornwall. It really had made me want to go back and revisit a lot of places and people I know from living there in 2009 and 2018. I will have to book a week off at some point and organise it. Hopefully Clare will come too :)

The Ultra book is full of great information on nutrition, training plans etc.. Not that I haven’t run ultras before, but it’s good to read something to inspire you and get your head in the right mindset for it. I just have to do some training and enter a race now.

        I only managed one parkrun in January and that was Bartley park. I ran there and it was a lovely surprise to see both Jax and Helen, two old friends. I ran and chatted to Helen and we did some extra miles afterwards. I managed 15 miles in the end.

 

     The next day, Clare and I went to Romsey and we bumped into our friend Darren. We walked a loop of Squabb wood which I hadn’t really done since the Testway ultra a few years back. It was still boggy but there were no cows to scare me out of the fields.

Clare and myself also did a lovely loop of Romsey canal path where we saw 2 or 3 kingfishers which was a nice treat.

 

       At work I had signed up to help out at the Run Show in Birmingham. I was kind of regretting it to be honest. Friday would be a very long day and Saturday would be hectic and I wouldn’t see Clare or get to do a parkrun. Why was I doing this again?

I did get free trainers, tracksuit, t-shirts and shorts, plus the hotel, food and travel were paid for.

 

At 5.30am I had to walk in a storm down to Millbrook roundabout with all my stuff to be picked up. There was an accident on the A34 near Oxford and they closed the road but we made it to the NEC just in time.

No time for breakfast or coffee though!

        We put on our hi-vis vests and flashed our passes. It was hectic already with all the erecting of the stalls. Metal framework everywhere. Trying to navigate pallets with a pump truck was challenging. It had been a while since I had done a lot of heavy shifting. I did removals about 30 years ago moving furniture in and out of schools. Lifting pianos up and downstairs. The bad memories of hard labour were coming back to haunt me..lol.

 

   I spent a lot of time organising the running shoes in order in the stockroom. Before we knew it, it was 6.45pm. It was back to the hotel for a quick sit down before our food. We were booked in at the “Gourmet Burger Bar” for 7.30.

Have you ever been to the NEC in Birmingham? It is huge! It was almost a two mile walk to our hotel which is still in the NEC grounds. They must have about 20 Starbucks outlets in that place too.

 

        The food was overpriced and kind of average but work were paying :) It was a nice surprise to see Paula Radcliffe and Chris Thompson come in and sit down on the table next to us. I tried not to stare too much.

Somehow their burgers arrived straight away while we still waited for ours..lol.  

 

       An early night ensued and it was up early and out. I wanted to run a 10 miler but didn’t get up early enough. 6am was early enough for me. Where would I run? Could just do laps around the lake at the NEC? After some research, I discovered that Ozzy Osbourne was born just up the road in a village called “Marston Green”. Also, lead singer of “The Wonderstuff” Miles Hunt grew up there.

       It was hard work trying to get out of the NEC. Google maps didn’t have a clue where to go, so neither did I. I got out eventually and then ran the wrong way again. I got to Marston Green eventually. No Ozzy statue that I could see sadly. It was still dark though. I headed back and made up a 10k and took advantage or the free breakfast buffet at the hotel.

       I had trouble getting to the location of the Run Show. I got lost with a few other people. Then I saw this massive queue to get in. Luckily my pass allowed me to bypass this and I made it just in time for our work briefing.

It sure was hectic after 9am. I was running backwards and forwards from stockroom to the show with apparel. The crowds were tough to navigate at times. Weaving in and out, trying to get stock to the customers.

       It was a good day though but I didn’t really get to see much of the Show. It looked a lot of fun. Maybe I’ll go next year and do a parkrun first and just help out on the Sunday? I did bump into Paula and Chris again who were doing a talk but I didn’t have time to listen sadly. I also saw Sophie Power on the treadmill who broke the world record for 48 hours on a treadmill. Incredible stuff.

        I decided to leave Saturday and get the train home. I wanted to have a bit of a weekend still and see Clare. The train was delayed due to football fans fighting. Pompey had lost 5-1 and I was on the train with all the fans travelling back. There were other football fans too, so it was all kicking off. Soon as I got on the train, someone threw a punch at someone. We were already crammed in like sar-deans. More delays and at the following stop (Coventry), another fight kicked off. It sure was a long journey back. I was so glad to be greeted by Clare at Southampton parkway.

Would I do it again? Maybe?

        Anyways, that’s about it. I did write my letter about working flexible hours so we’ll see the outcome of that this month hopefully. I bought some new trainers too. I was talked into it at the Run Show by a speedy runner I know called Richie. The Adidas Adistar BYD range. I’ll let you know about those too. The piriformis is getting stronger and the sciatic pain weaker. Hopefully on the mend.

Have a wonderful February and thanks for reading. x

It's a start..

         New Year's resolutions? Yeah, I’m one of those people and can’t even remember when I wasn’t. For as long as I can remember, I’ve always set myself goals to achieve at the end of a year, for the following year. It usually involves a lot of the same things too. Lose weight, run a certain race, eat healthier etc.. They’re never really big goals, just something to give me a bit of focus for the year and something look forward to. And this year is no different. I had decided after a year of 5k, 10k and half marathon pb’s that I would like to run some longer distances. Back to the ultras maybe? We’ll see…

 

A few goals that I do have written down are to “lose the tummy fat”. I have been living off junk food the last few months. I seemed to have done a lot of comfort eating in the evenings even during the summer months.

 

I want to cook more homemade meals rather than buying packaged foods. I would like to “eat vegetables at least 3 times a Week”.

 

I would like to “build up more weekly mileage”. 50 miles a week is a good target for me I think. Lots more easier runs as well.

 

I want to strengthen my core and abs. A few little goals like a “10 second handstand” and a “2 minute deadhang” would be fab too.

 

“More climbing and running with my lovely girlfriend”

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“10 new parkrun locations throughout the year” for a bit of sightseeing.

 

“Catch up with more Friends”. Make time for them and hang out, whether it be running, climbing, just coffee or breakfast.

 

I would also like to “Write more” and “Read more”. It would be nice to write a blogpost once a week or once a month?

 

I think I would like to “run a couple of marathons” and possibly an ultra this year too. Not necessarily fast times, just good times.

 

I would like to “visit or revisit a few places” too. “Back to Devon and Cornwall to catch up with friends. Back to the Cotswolds. The Malvern hills. Germany would be nice. Exeter, Gloucester, Wales etc..

I would also like to “cut my hours at work” but we’ll see how that one goes..

 

So there, you have it. Pretty basic stuff really. Now, onto my year so far…

 New Year’s day saw Clare and myself say “Sod it” to doing parkrun in the wind and rain. We had a nice lie-in and walked a 5k for breakfast later in the day instead. I don’t think I’ll be the parkrun obsessive that I have been for the last couple of years, but we’ll see..

 Thursday and Friday I was back at work and I ran in and out of there both days. It sure was cold but I had enough layers on. I seem to be running a lot slower lately due to having Piriformis syndrome. It is literally a pain in the arse. The sciatic nerve gets trapped and causes pain all down one side of my left leg. It moves around a lot too. I’m hoping it’ll just get bored and leave me one day, just like my mum did.

I’m over that now though..lol.

 

Finally managed to get my mate Fast Kev some Adidas Pro 4’s from work. It’s been ages trying to get them out of there! He was doing his 300^th Parkrun at Southampton this Saturday but I couldn’t face that horrible congested start when I wasn’t going for a faster time. The plan was to run to Itchen Valley and meet Clare for a slow trot around in my new Adidas Speed Pro SG’s that I haven’t worn yet. Not even sure why I bought them I have way too many pairs of running shoes at the moment!

 Things came up and Itchen Valley got cancelled due to the icy conditions anyway. I drank coffee after coffee while I read my Arnie book. It was still dark and very frosty from my bedroom window. I’ll just do a long run to Winchester to pick up my race number for the Romsey 5 I thought. This would mean running to a running shop in Badger Farm. It was only when I got there that I realised it’s called “Badger Farm” and not “Badger’s Farm”.

 

I messaged Clare to see if she fancied meeting me in Chandlers Ford for a coffee. I sure drink a lot of coffee! It was a bit last minute really. I estimated that it was about 7 miles and would take me about an hour to get there. I decided to swap from my shorts to a pair of running tights that I haven’t worn for ages. It really did feel very cold. Clare will tell you how cold it gets in my bedroom, if you ask her nicely. There is never any heating on. If you want to get warm, you do push-ups. This is what I should have done, push-ups. I packed my rucksack with spare apparel. Long sleeve T, Gloves, Hat, Socks etc..

 A start of the Coros pace 3 and I was off with my limpy sciatic leg. Off towards Lordshill, past Sainos and into Rownhams. The first couple of miles climb until you get near North Baddesley and then you have a lovely descent. The North Baddesley Sign is exactly 5k from my house, which is 3.12.5 miles for us oldies.

 It was great running weather and not too slippery out so far. More downhill into Valley Park. I decided not to do the cycle path as there are usually quite a lot of dog walkers out. Lots of friendly folks out this morning though. Multiple greetings and smiles from everyone. I got to Chandlers Ford station and then the climb up the hill to meet Clare. Something I had very much been looking forward to. I could stop running and enjoy a coffee as well. I put at ETA of 10.45 out to Clare. I got there a bit early and there was no sign of her. I checked my phone and noticed that she hadn’t read my WhatsApp messages. Maybe she had gone for a run or back to bed?

 

Bad news for me, as it meant I had to keep running. I had to take off my Jacket, gloves and hat. While doing so I was checking out the menu in the window of a new cafe that had opened up. They had a “Vegan breakfast” on there. I must visit/revisit. The place is called “Brunchin Brasserie”. The listings weren’t very clear though as there was just a Green V for both vegetarian and vegan stuffs. You’d think this shit would be basic enough for a menu! This somehow still happens a lot at many places I have been to. They seem to struggle to differentiate from Vegan and Vegetarian and the staff usually haven’t got a clue either. I’m quite used to this now though. Ignorance is bliss right?

Anyways, on I trotted up another hill and towards Otterbourne. I saw this other running dude in front of me. I wasn’t far behind him and we ran down the big hill. He kept on looking around as if he had the lead in a race. I had my music blasting out in my ear buds. This wasn’t a race for me.. or was it? I looked at my watch and realised I was almost running at sub 7 pace. “Shit! Slow it down dude”. After about 15 more look backs from the dude in front, he had almost disappeared out of sight. I climbed another hill just past Compton. I hate that hill but told myself it was good for training or something along those lines. “Be Positive, Dean”.

After all, I was just trying to shift some weight right? I am currently at my heaviest in a while of 82.4 kgs. In the summer I was around 79 kgs. I used to weight myself in Stones and Ounces but I gradually changed for some reason. I still can’t see me converting to Kilometres over Miles though.

   Now, I had a plan to get to Badger Farm. I was originally going to run through Hursley but have you ever run through Ladwell just before it? It has no pavement and is a very fast road. It scares the hell out of me. I decided on a different route. I would cross the Motorway bridge just past Shawford and go onto the trails of Compton Down. I’m not sure why I thought this would be a good idea in a pair of Adidas Pro 3’s. It has been a long time since I had run these trails and I usually came from the other direction at Oliver’s Battery via Port Lane. Something told me that I needed to climb, and climb I did. Then a downhill would come. The trails were muddy here and I had very little control. I decided to slow my pace as this wasn’t a race right? I was wobbling all over the place like a drunken mess in a pair of stilettos on a Saturday night. Luckily those days are far behind me now.

I bumped into a couple walking their dog and asked for directions. For some reason I told them I was trying to get to Oliver’s Battery and not Badger Farm. The two places are pretty much next to each other anyway right?

  They were both enthusiastic with their directions and kept on interrupting one another. I think the woman was starting to get a bit annoyed by her husband/boyfriend/Tinder date.

From what I could make out, they said to go right, stick to the right, follow the path around. From previous times here it didn’t look right to go right. I swear I need to climb more I thought, and so I did. This doesn’t look right I thought. I tried to look at google maps but I didn’t have my glasses on and I couldn’t be bothered to retrieve them from my jacket pocket inside my backpack.

I’ll just keep running, not long after, the trail looked familiar again. I knew I was running towards Winchester at least.

 

Another runner came by and I asked for directions as I’d reached a crossroads but not really a crossroads, just 4 different directions to choose from and travel in. It was his first time on the trails but he seemed to google it ok and didn’t need glasses. As soon as he mentioned a Starbucks I was all over it. I knew that this wasn’t where the Running shop was but I had had no breakfast or water and I had done 12 miles already. What happened to running fast 20 milers with no food or water like I did last winter? It was very humbling to plod up all these long hills too. Something that this road runner was no longer used to.

 

I crossed a very icy bridge and followed a concrete path down to the Sainos. I had found civilisation again. Sadly no Gingerbread latte with vegan whipped cream. There seems to be a nationwide shortage of Gingerbread syrup. Ask any Starbucks or Costa you visit! I settled on an Americano with oat milk and a “No chicken fiery wrap” thing, which I love. So much for the healthier food right?

I had done a half marathon, I could eat what I wanted right? This was the type of thinking that made me put on more weight after marathons rather than lose it in the past! I had this crazy notion in Starbucks that I could possibly run to Romsey and catch a bus home from there. A half marathon felt pretty easy. I was in no rush. I still hadn’t heard from my so called girlfriend Clare. Why did she hate me so much?

Anyway, the running shop was only 0.62.5 miles away.. or one kilometre.

I got there, had a brief look around, not much to see. A small shop with not a lot in it really. I suppose I see millions of items at work on a daily basis though..lol.

I collected my number. The name on it reads “Dea” they had missed off the “n”, or I missed it off when I filled in my race details. They said they’d change it on the system but the numbers were already printed so I would have to black marker my own “n” in there. No real harm done.

 

I thought I knew where I was as I recognised part of the Winchester half marathon route. I just needed to find Port lane. Again, this was usually done from the other directon when I previously ran or cycled it. I got there eventually, it was just further down the road than I had thought. I’ve always loved Port lane. I ran up it a lot but now I got to run down it. A couple of miles of country lane. There were fallow deer in the fields, A red kite was hovering above me and I saw a gracefully poised collared dove at the top of a tree. A few cars came, so I stopped to the side and let them pass. It was blissfully peaceful.

 

I was trying to make a decision now. Home or Romsey? Home or Romsey? I already mentioned the horrible Ladwell road. I didn’t fancy cutting through the school in Hursley to do the Ampfield trails in my Pro 3’s. I decided to turn right and head past IBM. There is a field to cut through but it would be muddy. I was in luck though as there was a pavement beside the busy road. I couldn’t remember the pavement being there, so it was an added bonus and there were more fallow deer in the field to my left.

As I turned off, I remembered this massive hill. I had to walk up some of it. Memories came back to me of how scary it was to cycle down. Brakes hard pressed and leaning backwards behind my saddle. When I reached the top I saw a makeshft memorial there. Probably a cyclist whose life had been taken. So sad to see but the sadness didn’t last long as I saw a Dad and young son approach in the opposite direction. I first heard the squeeky brakes from the child’s bike. “Yes, you want make sure that your brakes are working before you go down this one” I said cheerily. The Dad laughed and agreed with me. This made me smile along with the thought of a nice descent coming into Slackstead. Just country lanes until Braishfeild now. I saw another red kite in Pucknall and avoided some more ice. Some of these country lanes have water running down one side and you can’t quite work out if it’s water or ice until you get there. Better tread carefully!

 

21 miles to Braishfield. I stopped at a bench and drank some water that I bought from Starbucks and ate a cereal bar thing that I got from the Sainos in Badger Farm. At last, a message from my lovely girlfriend. Her phone had be doing updates (or so she tells me). I wouldn’t get to see her today but was very much excited about seeing her tomorrow. You sure get to think a lot on these long, slow runs and she was in my thoughts a lot. I sure am a lucky man.

 

I may as well do a marathon now right? I reckon it’s only 3 miles from Braishfield to Romsey. I know you can run either a 2 or a 3 mile route from Ganger farm parkrun which I would be passing. I decided to do a loop of Braishfield taking in Newport lane as if I was doing the Romsey Beer race. That would add on a mile at least and then up the hill to Hillier’s garden centre and near Ganger farm. I chose to run via Belbins and past Lemon and Jinga. I did think about stopping there for food.. Mmm, cinnamon swirls.

Onwards I went, a nice downhill and a right turn past Fishlake meadows. Not far now but I was absolutely spent despite feeling fine at 21 miles. A couple of miles later and my arms were really aching. I was starting to feel dizzy and my vision was starting to distort. Would I collapse before the 26.25? Those last 2 miles were so hard but then they would be wouldn’t they? I had done no long distance running for a year and my last marathon was 2 years ago!

As I shuffled into town and weaving among people like a zombie apocalypse, all I could think about was the “Red ambulance”. For anyone who hasn’t read the Allie Bailey book “There is no wall” it is simply a reference to a can of coke.

I made it to Co-op and went one better. A Huel chocolate protein shake and some salty crisps. I then realised that I had sweated quite a lot and was getting cold quickly.

 

Josie’s was rammed as always. I was going to get food from Costa but they had no use of a microwave for 20 minutes for some reason. I was too tired to ask. I ended up at “That little tea-shop”. Was I even that hungry? I think I just wanted to sit down with a coffee in the warm. I had 30 minutes until the place closed. I’ve been there quite a few times and love that they have a Vegan menu. The food is very basic and the place looks like you’ve stepped into the 1970’s with the decor. Heating? What heating. But what you do get is very nice and good value for money food, along with very accommodating and friendly staff. A proper independent cafe with lovely coffee too and Vegan scones that I’m yet to try. I put on a few layers of clothing from my rucksack and forced down my lovely garlic mushroom cheesy baguette and salad. Healthier food on Monday I promise.

I checked my bus times and off I went to get the number 4 home. It was a very uncomfortable journey home with the sciatic nerve pain returning. I had to try and sit with my left leg straight to ease the pain. I was surprised that my legs didn’t ache at all despite running a marathon on no training. And I think that’s where my level of fitness comes in. I am in pretty good shape and not carrying too much excess weight really. It definitely makes the difference.

Now, do I take a free Manchester marathon place at work next week?

 

Anyways, that was my first week of 2025. I’ll probably have a rest day today as I’ve done 65 miles for the week already.

Thanks for reading if you made it this far. I hope you weren’t nodding off like me on that bus journey home. Xx

 

P.S I think a monthly update will suffice.

This month I have Romsey 5 if I can be bothered to turn up for it and I’m working at the Run Show in Birmingham. No other plans yet.