The Qwer Old Fella's Marathon Method

October 2011

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Location:

Tralee,Ireland

Member Since:

Oct 01, 2011

Gender:

Male

Goal Type:

Other

Running Accomplishments:

I've never worn compression socks.

Short-Term Running Goals:

To do a race.

Long-Term Running Goals:

1. Break the world record for the marathon in the 50+ age group, when I'm 50 in 2015.

2. Never wear compression socks.

 

Personal:

Married with two girls (6 and 10).

The Qwer Old Fella's Marathon Method is a four year experiment.

The first year (2012) was about getting back into running, staying off the smokes and booze, while sticking to a healthy eating plan and shedding mountains of lard. All boxes ticked.

Year two (2013 - age: 48) Injured Jan through March. Build back up and work on my 5k speed. Goal 15:45.

Year three (2014) will be about doing my first marathon in the spring. (Just for the experience and on a tough course - maybe Tralee; goal time, 2:30ish.) Then begins the prep work for Berlin 2015

Year four (2015) is all about breaking the world record for the marathon in the 50+ age group - it's only 2:19 :).

The above might sound nuts; it is, but then I'm nuts. Please do not copy any of the training I do: if you do, you are likely to end up running like me - not a good idea.

The idea is to have a laugh along the way. If I fail, I don't know what I'll do - my whole belief system will crumble and I suspect that this little rock might just stop spinning for a couple of seconds. Jakers, I better not fail for all our sakes. That's some burden, even for SuperBam.

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Night Sleep Time: 97.50Nap Time: 1.83Total Sleep Time: 99.33Weight: 168.93
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5:30 am - 3.6 miles including the Fat mile. Hard work for an easy run. I'm hoping that the 'distance' will be easier to manage as the week progresses. Can't wait to get fit. This fat lark's a nightmare. Still coughing and spluttering along the route. Still yaking at the end of the run. But hey, that's all the fags and booze giving out to me; it's all good stuff. Resting heart rate 65.

Night Sleep Time: 7.50Nap Time: 0.00Total Sleep Time: 7.50Weight: 170.00
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5:30 am - 3.6 miles easy, including the Fat mile. Felt a tad better than yesterday. Got a bit carried away in sections and had to ease up. Didn't cough and splutter as much as yesterday and the yaking session at the end of the 'outing' was more of a retching bout as nothing came up. I hope this means that I'm winning the battle against the booze and cigarettes. The real test is tomorrow: will I buy a pair of much needed Nike Pegasus's or will I cave to temptation and splurge out on Merlot and tobacco? The tension's too much...

Resting heart rate 65.

Night Sleep Time: 7.50Nap Time: 0.00Total Sleep Time: 7.50Weight: 170.00
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- 3.6 mile pootle, including the Fat mile.

Normally, I’m up and out of the scratcher and flying before the hullabaloo of the alarm clock but this morning, the cheeky dream-snatcher clipped my wings and gave me a good hiding. Bamboozled – didn’t know what was what. All those miles (7.2) I’ve clocked up have reined me in. Now, alarm bells are tinkling in my head: I know that the road to the 2013 Cork marathon podium will be a slog rather than the once-upon-a-time imagined saunter.  

I felt a chill in the air as I set off down the road. Autumn’s on the way and with it, all the connotations of transience – prolepsis, perhaps. But the chill soon wore off as I shuffled up the ever so gentle rise that takes me from my house to the Fat mile.

I’ve often wondered why people call the stretch of new road, which flanks the northern side of Tralee, the Fat mile; perhaps it’s where all those people that I see power-walking in the daylight hours give it some welly and shed pounds of lard.

As I trundled on along the Fat mile (8.30[ish] miling) I noticed clusters of posters trussed to lampposts: presidential candidates – all of the pictures airbrushed and strapped with vacuous slogans. And I was minded of a not so well known phrase: beware, for if you dream, the full phantasmagorical power of the darkness that lies within the soul may be unleashed. Shudder.

When I finished the ‘run’ and gathered myself, I felt an eerie silence and before dawn, it dawned on me that I was not coughing and spluttering and yaking. An improvement. Dare I dream?

Tomorrow, I will fly in my new pair of Nike Pegasus trainers - without a hangover.

 Resting heart rate 65.

 

 

 

 

Night Sleep Time: 8.00Nap Time: 0.00Total Sleep Time: 8.00Weight: 170.00
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– 3.6 miles of graft, including the Fat mile.

 

So, I was up and out of the scratcher before the alarm had a chance to slap me about. Good omen. My feet told me – honest, they did – that they loved their new Nike Pegasus trainers. ‘Incredible cushioning and comfort,’ they said. ‘These shoes fit like a glove. We’ll fly in these.’

 

But when I stepped out into the morning darkness, my feet whispered, ‘Oh dear.’ The wind howled and growled and gave it root-toot.

 

‘This is going to be ugly,’ my left foot said, yawning.

 

‘Tell me about it,’ my right foot scoffed. ‘It’s hard enough lumbering around at this time of the morning with that 170lb burden. And now the wind’s going to make it even harder.’

 

'Yep,' my left foot said. 'At least he hasn't got a hangover.'

 

How right they were. My legs felt dead and every ‘stride’ felt like the last I’d take. Perhaps, I’ve lost a few pounds and my glycogen levels are low, I thought. But when I crawled through the front door and eventually summoned the strength to step onto the scales, my much hoped for explanation was dismissed with a simple reading that told me, no weight lost, fat man.

 

I remembered the fifteen minute window and gobbled a banana and gulped down a glass of apple juice. I removed my new shoes and threw them across the room.

'Tetchy,' my feet said in unison.

 

And then, my right achilles groaned, ''Will you two ever shut up? Imagine being me.'

 

Depressed, I checked my blog. Low and behold, two new comments, both encouraging. The zap and zest and zing of energy lifted me, and now I can’t wait to get out there again tomorrow – even if the wind fancies it’s chances.

 

RHR - 64

 

 

 

 

 

Night Sleep Time: 8.00Nap Time: 0.00Total Sleep Time: 8.00Weight: 170.00
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5.10 am – 3.6 miles relaxed, including the Fat mile.

Many magical moments this morning (apologies for the alliteration.). Let me start at the beginning…

I woke to the soft wheezes of my sleeping wife. The clock read, 4.40 am. For a moment, I wanted to take my pillow and smother the sleeping beauty which roused me from my slumber. For a few seconds, I listened to her rhythmical breaths and wondered what she might be dreaming about. Oh yes… Me, I surmised.

I took my pulse and that was the first of the magical moments. 57. No way, I thought. I took it three more times and it was 58. Now, after yesterday’s diabolical performance, I expected my RHR to be up near 70. But no, 58 pulchritudinous beats.

So I got up and dressed. My legs felt fine and the silence of my feet and right Achilles suggested that yesterday’s cumbersome traipse was merely a blip. I slipped into my glove-like Pegasus boys and headed out the front door.

The wind whipped in off the Atlantic Ocean and swirled and whirled and whirred and whispered its confounding secrets. I managed to decipher one thing: ‘Out again, fat boy. You’re a glutton for punishment.’ And then it scuttled away wailing, ‘See you up on the Fat mile…. Up on the Fat mile… The Fat miiiiiile.’

I did the dramatic shudder thingamajig and gave my right Achilles tendon a cheeky little stretch. Then off I went. As I jogged along my street, all seemed well with the legs. Good stuff, I thought. The wind’s done one and this codger feels like a whippersnapper.

Just as I hit the Fat mile, I noticed a vertically challenged man standing at the corner. ‘Top of the morning to you, mister,’ he said. ‘Would you be kind enough to give me some directions?’

I stopped and jogged on the spot. He was a mighty strange looking fella. His wrinkled skin suggested he was pushing on a bit but there was a powerful sprightliness about him.

‘Can you tell me the way to Tipperary?’ He said.

‘It’s a long way,’ I said.

‘You’re a funny expletive,’ he said. ‘But take a care fat fella or I’ll have them there swanky runners off your feet quicker than Bolt can run the hundred.’

Not wanting a ruck at this time of the morning, I told him the way.

‘Now, you can have a wish,’ he said. ‘But be quick about it and it has to be for you and only you. No altruism. And no, I will not tell you if you’ll run sub 2.23 and win the 2013 Cork marathon outright.’

Jakers, I thought. This fella’s for real. He’s a living, talking leprechaun.

‘Sub 2.23,’ I said. ‘That’s about 5.27 minute mile pace and at my age.’

‘Sure it is,’ he said. ‘But when you hit 142lbs (the weight you keep prattling on about) you’ll be ready for three months of 100+ mpw with a few hills and threshold runs. That'll bring you down to 133lbs and then we’re ready to rumble.’

‘Rumble?’ I said, perplexed.

‘10k multi pace training,’ he said. ‘We’ll have your 10k time down to 31.15 before the end of summer 2012. Then you can get stuck into my revolutionary 10 by 10 marathon training that’ll deliver a sub 2.23, even for a codger like you.’

I started laughing. ’10 by 10?’ I said.

‘Don’t you worry yourself,’ he said. ‘We’ll meet again, don’t know where, don’t know when, etc etc etc.’

‘But my wish?’ I said.

‘Will you ever hurry it up and spout it out,’ he said.

‘How do I combat the wind?’ I said.

‘Your diet,’ he said. ‘The Irish are prone to suffer from the wind – it’s the Guinness and cabbage.’

‘No.’ I said. ‘How do I run in the wind?’

‘Like a hot knife slicing through soft butter,’ he said, as he vanished in a plume of smoke.

So, along the Fat mile and all the way home, I ran like a hot knife slicing through soft butter. Got in the door and I’d knocked a couple of minutes off my usual 30 minutes. And, I felt easy. I stripped and hit the scales. 1lb lighter. The wife walked in.

‘Jakers,’ she hollered. ‘Would you ever put some clothes on? The kids’ll be up soon. And I’m telling you - as sure as this beautiful and green land is full of little green leprechauns, I’ll smother you in your sleep if you wake me again at this ungodly hour with all your running malarkey.’

'But sweet pea,' I said. 'You'll never believe...'

'You're right, I wont,' she said. 'Any chance of some breakfast for a starving woman.'

RHR 58.

 

Post lunch power nap - 20 minutes geriatric stretching. Just thought of something, that leprechaun fella didn't grant me my wish. Oh well, maybe next time.

Night Sleep Time: 7.50Nap Time: 0.33Total Sleep Time: 7.83Weight: 169.00
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5.30 am – 3.6 mile weekender.

Birdsong. The fizzle and sizzle of soft rain simmering on overhead wires. An incessant veil of mizzle dims a streetlight. A cat slinks across the road – pauses – and then struts away into the darkness. Somewhere, out there in the predawn blackness, the thrum of a car. I’m not alone.

I break into a gentle jog. My fingertips gently grip the cuffs of my jacket. My sleeves swoosh against my torso and set the tempo for my legs. Nice and easy. Tomorrow’s a rest day. Keep it sweet.

The wet road glistens and shimmers under the street lights. My legs feel tired. Not stiff or sore, just tired from the week’s work. The week has flown by and the blog has helped - massively. The encouragement has motivated me in the mornings, when I could so easily have yielded to the scratcher’s temptation of comfort and warmth over the pain and coldness of the dark streets. And now, as blebs of rain stream down my jowls, I realise that something’s missing…

I've read many of the other blogs and noticed how many runners link up in the mornings and work together at clocking up the miles. Whereas, I’m alone and suffering.

The little fella in my head tells me to stop gabbing and moaning. ‘Sure, why don’t you start your own little jogging group,’ he says. ‘You know, one where you meet up in the morning and get the job done together. Committing to others makes it difficult to quit when the going gets tough.’

‘Tis a fair point he proffers, I think. And so, I decide to start a group – a very special group – of runners. These runners – with all their faults, foibles, and follies - will be introduced next week, as I ratchet the miles.

Join me on my journey to winning the 2013 Cork marathon in sub 2.23 - aided by the mysterious running guru. And now, to add a bit of spice, you can expect conflict and drama on the recession ravaged streets of Tralee, as my group of gifted and troubled runners hit the roads with me.

RHR 58

Night Sleep Time: 7.50Nap Time: 0.00Total Sleep Time: 7.50Weight: 169.00
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Scheduled rest day - 0 miles, but what a day…

 

Yesterday, I placed an ad in the local rag and on the local radio station inviting applications from runners wishing to join my group. Inundated, so I was. Plethora of applications from all shapes and sizes and abilities.

 

When I woke this morning and waddled down the stairs at to watch Wales beat Ireland in the quarter final of the Rugby World Cup, I nearly tripped on the knoll of envelopes in the hall. And then when I logged on this morning, my inbox was chock-a-block with applications.

 

So, after watching the Welsh rip the soul out of the Irish nation, I began to plough through the candidates. Flummoxed by the overwhelming interest and exhausted from reading myriad requests to aid me on my journey, I closed my eyes and dozed (see nap time).

 

The doorbell startled me from my slumber and groggy-eyed I rose and opened the door.

 

‘Jakers,’ I said. ‘What are you doing here?’

 

‘Tis rude to keep a man at the door, but to keep the only living leprechaun with eons of knowledge at your door, is downright foolish,’ the vertically challenged man I met the other day said. ‘Sean. You can call me Sean.’

 

Seconds later he was stretched out on my sofa.

 

‘Now, I haven’t much time,’ he said. ‘I’m dying - and unfortunately, you’re my only hope.’

 

‘What are you waffling on about, now,’ I said.

 

‘If you don’t win the 2013 Cork marathon in a sub 2.23 (yes, I know you’ll be 48 and you’re only running 3.6 miles a day at 8.30 pace at the moment – and that’s nearly killing you.) But fear not, with my help and the right training group, you might just save my life and with that, bring back to life the magic that’s missing from this country.’

 

Flabbergasted, I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

 

‘I know about the blog,’ he said. ‘Not a soul on there believes you’ll do it. They don’t believe in me either. They think it’s impossible for a man of your age, in your condition, with your conditions, to run sub 3 hours, never mind run sub 2.23 with less than 20 months training.’

 

‘I don’t know what you’re on kidda,’ I said, sitting down and trying to comprehend what was happening.

 

Then, what happened next was unbelievable. But, you’ll have to wait until tomorrow… The wife’s nagging me to put the bin out, soak the beans and pulses, and what’s more, the X Factor’s about to start.

 

 

 

Night Sleep Time: 8.00Nap Time: 0.50Total Sleep Time: 8.50Weight: 169.00
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6.30 am – 6 undulating miles in the Kerries. 50 mins – 8.20 pace.

 

Enjoyed this morning’s run. It felt more like a sub threshold 10 – back in my day. Yesterday, the running guru – Sean - suggested the route. ‘The rolling hills and the scenery will do you the world of good,’ he said. ‘Instead of taking a right out onto the Fat mile, take a left and head out on the Fenit road and take a left up into the Kerries. The boreen will bring you back onto the Fenit – Tralee road. You’ll do a 5.6 km loop. The run’s tough enough, but it's a beautiful 6 miles.’

 

Then he pulled out a strange contraption that looked like a piece of dead bark.

 

‘What’s that?’ I said

 

‘This lad,’ he said, holding it up. ‘Is my hobbledeegook. It’s worth millions and one day, it might just be yours.’

 

‘Go on then,' I said, humo[u]ring him. 'What’s it all about?’

 

He pointed his hobbledeegook at the floor and then it happened. Now, this might surprise you: I’m prone to a bit of exaggeration, but the veracity of what I’m about to tell you is unquestionable – Zeus strike me down where I sit typing, if I spin a yarn.

 

'Japers and jaspers, I'm always one for afters,' he said. 'Sean, Sean, the all singing, all dancing, leaping leprechaun wants home.

 

And then, a portal appeared, hovering in the middle of the room.

 

‘Step in with me,’ he said, showing his toothless mouth and pointing to the portal. ‘There’s nothing to be afeard of.’

 

‘Where will it take us?’ I said.

 

‘My home. The secret valley of leprechauns, where I reside, alone,' he said. His green eyes glowed and wispy hairs dangled from his nose. 'You will hear the shifting susurrations of a thousand mountain springs sluicing pebbled beds. Like a mother’s whispered hushes and shushes in a once upon a time lullaby, words of wisdom will come to you. You will drink from a special spring and cleanse your palette. By sipping from the spring of truth, you’ll be ready to begin your journey,' he continued and stood. 'A journey you must undertake if you are to save my life and bring back the magic to the Emerald Isle. Furthermore, if you run the sub 2.23 at the 2013 Cork marathon and therefore save my life, I will give you my hobbledeegook and all its secrets. The hobbledeegook will offer you riches beyond those found at the end of rainbows.’

 

‘You're full of it, kidda.' I said. 'Anyway, the wife'll be home soon and she'll have a savage hunger on her; she'll need a powerful feeding. But just so that I know, will I find out about your revolutionary 10 by 10 marathon training thingymabob?’

 

'For sure,' he said, winking. 'Come on and I'll show you your training group and many more things that will bedazzle you.'

 

I stood and for a moment tried to think of an excuse. You see, the wife's always giving out to me for going walkabout.

 

'Okay, but we better not be long; she's mighty fierce if she's not fed,' I said.

 

Tomorrow, I'll tell you what I saw...

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Night Sleep Time: 8.00Nap Time: 0.00Total Sleep Time: 8.00Weight: 168.00
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5.30 a.m. – 3.6 miles including the Fat mile. 28 mins – call it 8 min pace.

Wicked wind blustering in off the Atlantic. I dropped in two thirty[ish] second efforts in the last half mile, which is slightly uphill (less worries about injuries working on the uphill sections when carrying copious amounts of lard). The idea was to stretch the legs a bit and to open the lungs. Yep, I felt the burn and remembered the agony on proper VO2 max workouts. Mind you, I was probably only running 7.50 pace during this morning’s brief efforts.

I have to say, it wasn’t really much of an effort stepping into the portal the other day. Intrigue got the better of me. There wasn’t any fancy-dancy, swirling-burling, jiggery-pokery, razzamatazz flummery; we just stepped through and there we were, slap bang in the middle of leprechaun land. And what a land.

We sauntered through a meadow fringed with myriad saplings until we arrived at a pool surrounded by huge mountains. Thousands of silver streams slithered down the mountain sides, each with a unique tone, blending to orchestrate a mellifluous composition. I heard harps and violins as the streams merged with the pool. We sat on a grass bank, canopied from the sun’s glare by a weeping willow. The ends of the willow's branches tickled the pool’s surface and about the water’s edge, a fuss of gnats skirred. Birdsong trilled.

‘So,’ he said softly, like how a butterfly might sound if it were able to speak. 'What do you think?'

‘Beautiful,’ I said. ‘Beautiful. It’s paradise.’

‘Ah,’ he said with tears in his eyes. ‘Now you can see why, after all these years, I don’t want to leave this world. For when I leave it, this place will vanish with me.’

I looked at him carefully. His lips quivered. More wrinkles seemed to have crept onto his face and, for sure, he’d lost some of his sprightliness.

‘If you were to do it lad,’ he said, looking through me. ‘You could open this world up to others. Imagine that. Dare you dream of that?’

We sat in silence for a moment. I tried to take everything in. Why me? What’s all this got to do with running? Unfathomable, I thought.  Then the strangest creature I’ve ever seen waded out of the water…

RHR 56

Starting to double up the runs, but keeping them short so that I’m not on my feet too long in one go – less chance of getting injured, especially carrying the extra poundage. 4 miles planned for tonight – might be a touch ambitious.

3:45 p.m. – 3.5 miles. Out and back. Bailed out. Turned back after 1.75 miles of gentle climbing. Legs were shot. Even jogging back was hard work. Where was the running guru when I needed him? Reality check. Hope I’ll be okay for the morning…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Night Sleep Time: 8.00Nap Time: 0.50Total Sleep Time: 8.50Weight: 168.00
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5.00 a.m. – 5 miles, including the Fat mile loop, plus an extra 1.4-1.5 miles. 42 mins – call it 8.20 something pace.

After yesterday’s catastrophe, I wasn’t looking forward to this morning’s run. I had penciled in a 5 miler but wasn’t averse to calling it a day at 3.6, if struggling. Although I felt tired, it wasn’t like going ten rounds with Tyson in his prime – more like having the occasional clout off him - so I pushed on and ‘knocked-out’ a cheeky little 5.

I invested in one of those bizarre, green, Adidas Climaproof, all weather jackets and yesterday afternoon, when I was about to try it out, my eldest daughter (9) went skits.

‘You look mad,’ she said. ‘What if my friends recognise you? You’re so embarrassing; you think you’re a teenager, well you’re not – you’re a silly old man. Mum, will you ever have a word with him?’

‘Sure, couldn’t you just, you know. You do look a bit odd,’ the wife said. ‘And don’t be out too long, I’m kinda hungry.’

‘He looks like a monster covered in snotters,’ my daughter said.

Off I went, without my green jacket. But I wore it this morning, when they were all sleeping. Like a monster covered in snotters, I thought as I chugged up the road. That’s exactly what the creature looked like as ‘it’ waded out of the pool, the other day in Leprechaun land.

‘Here’s Finn,’ Sean the running guru had said. ‘Be sure and to take a care now. He may well be wrecked.’

‘Wrecked?’ I said. ‘What do you mean?’

‘Look at the barrel of poteen he’s carrying,’ Sean said. ‘If that’s half empty, he’ll be full of the wind and be right for some blackguarding. If, however, it’s nearly empty, then we’re done for.’

‘Top of it to you, Finn,’ Sean said. ‘Will you not tip your hat to your new running partner, this young rapscallion next to me.’

He gave a grimace that would've set Tyson on his toes.

Running partner, I thought. What’s this all about?

Stood at the water’s edge, with all sorts of vegetation dangling from him, Finn let out a belch that made the very earth we sat on quake.

‘Mind and to take a care,’ Sean whispered. ‘Finn can go a bit in a tear-up. I’ve seen him wipe out an army in seconds. He has the temper of a red haired woman in the mornings.’

Finn plonked himself down on the bank and took a swig from his barrel. For sure, he was the biggest man I’d ever seen. A genuine giant of man. He wiped his mouth and put his barrel down and then turned and stared at me. I think he was trying to suss me out.’

‘Hello.’ I said in a high pitch voice that sounded like a frightened prepubescent boy. I felt the shame burning on my cheeks. ‘How’s things,’ I said in my deepest gravelly voice, trying to rectify the situation.

Finn gave a grin, showing his crumbled black teeth, and pulled a headband out of his trouser pocket and to my amazement it was as pink as the socks the man is wearing in Jake K’s picture of the Long Beach Half. He put the headband on and fixed his hair over the band and shook his locks.

‘When do we get started,’ he said with a eunuch’s pitch…

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Night Sleep Time: 7.50Nap Time: 0.50Total Sleep Time: 8.00Weight: 168.00
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Nightmare! Terrible night's sleep. Woke in agony. The right side of my mouth felt like a thousand bees were having a tear-up. High-tailed it to hospital. Doctor plied me with pain killers (solpadol) which might as well have been honey. Useless. Mixing it up with NSAID's. Doctor gave me a stash of antibiotics and I'm hoping they're going to kick in soon. Excrutiating pain - worse than childbirth, I reckon. Funny thing is, all the aches and niggles have vanished from my legs. Hope to be out on the roads tomorrow. For now, I'm off to the scratcher - better make the old lady's breakfast first.

Toodles 'til tomorrow...

Night Sleep Time: 2.00Nap Time: 0.00Total Sleep Time: 2.00Weight: 168.00
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Woke at 1 a.m. in pain - popped a few pills and nodded off. Up again at 4 a.m. in pain - popped a few pills and got up. With the nippers and the old lady in snooze-land (she eats chocolates in her sleep), I decided to have a serious and realistic look at my goals and training - no leprechauns or nonsense.

Managed to plot out a tentative plan up until October 2013. I'm still tweaking it and hope to have it sorted soon. Needless to say, so I'll say it, the short term goal (up until the end of December) is to get the weight down to 142lbs.

Pills seem to be doing their job, but I think it'll be a few days before I get back out on the road.

Night Sleep Time: 6.00Nap Time: 0.00Total Sleep Time: 6.00Weight: 168.00
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Mouth's still giving me gyp and the pill popping's spacing me. Dentist on Monday (lovely - I don't think so) and I'm hoping to start training again on Sunday - if , and only if, the antibiotics have rooted out this nasty infection.

Night Sleep Time: 4.00Nap Time: 0.00Total Sleep Time: 4.00Weight: 168.00
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6.30 a.m. - 3.6 mile jog.

8 hours pain free sleep, so I decided to take myself out for a little turn.

Jogged the loop without a watch and felt fine. I could tell I'd missed a few days. I knew that my nemesis was awake and eager for my return. And, of course, I was right. The scales gave me the truth I expected. 170lbs. A two pound increase. Oh well.

RHR 60

Night Sleep Time: 8.00Nap Time: 0.00Total Sleep Time: 8.00Weight: 170.00
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Easy MilesMarathon Pace MilesThreshold MilesVO2 Max MilesTotal Distance
43.300.000.000.0043.30
Night Sleep Time: 97.50Nap Time: 1.83Total Sleep Time: 99.33Weight: 168.93
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