Wednesday, 12 February 2014

Being Rad and losing H8trs (at the sake of mere Grammar)


The advertising boffins at L'OrĂ©al once touted: 


‘Because you’re worth it’…

 ...ironically to sell cosmetics designed to disguise imperfections, reclaim youth and cover up perceived flaws.
If you really were ‘worth it’ why would you need to increase your ‘currency’ in the first place? What kind of back-handed compliment were they dishing out to women (and other makeup wearers) of the time?


Too often we worry about what people think, what we can’t do, what we should do, how little time we have, and the inevitable fact that we’re getting slower, dumber, fatter, older, stupider, less cool, or a simultaneous combination of this all.

But before you throw out your makeup and retire to live out your days in a makeshift bomb shelter, with
some home-made clothes and self-penned manifesto, I’d like to propose an experiment…

My challenge for you today is this; be happy in this exact moment. It sounds ‘all very new-age’, but in a hyper-broadband speed world we rarely take the time to think about our own ‘moments of awesome’ and to truly appreciate those times when we hit the mark, or even exceeded our expectations.  It seems to me that we all have a predisposition to assume that if we already have achieved it, or are capable of it, it is;
a)      a mistake or fluke, or
b)      Something every single human could easily do with little practice and/or ability.

*The only exception to this that I can find seems to be famous rappers, heavy-weight boxers and Olympic sprinters; they seem to live every day in a luxurious doona of their own egos. Thankfully we are not all like this; we’re spared by virtue of empathy and first person narrative.





To you I say;

It’s ok for you to be awesome.


Whilst it is an altogether fantastic idea to constantly set difficult goals for ourselves and to constantly work on
bettering ourselves in any and every capacity in our lives, be it physically, socially, professionally, intellectually, grammatically, and every other suffix ending in ‘ally’. The sad reality is that, barring an accidental death the precise moment after you achieve a PB, at some point there has to be a ceiling to your improvement.

The problem becomes worse, when that ceiling inevitably becomes not only unachievable, but a gas station in the rear-view mirror getting further and further away with every moment. It’s all a bit dramatic, and it may have you asking the penultimate question (and shortest piece of poetry every penned) of “Why Try?” but I assure you, there is another perspective (and other Jerry-cans of petrol along this metaphorical road-trip).

And we see it all the time, particularly in athletes who reach their peak performance age, and suddenly are faced with the prospect of many, many more years of life in the sport they love, with no possible chance of bettering a personal best ever again! Suddenly you feel a magnifying glass move over you as you scrutinise past mistakes, events-that-could-have-been, and
your own physical shortcomings.

The thought that you will never break the winners tape, or hold aloft a trophy to rapturous applause, or even place in your age group, or finish without walking is an irreversible reality that can become quite daunting.


So this is where you take stock.


Whether you are only starting out in your sporting journey, or are already a ‘seasoned performer’ in the‘twilight’ of their careers, it is so important to look back on the victories, and achievements, the wins, the places, the goals, and camaraderie and allow yourself a smile. I could be talking about being a world champ, being an awesome parent, friend or sibling, or even that time you nailed the bin with the coke can from ALL the way across the room!


You rocked it. It’s totally ok to admit that. It happens all the time; it’s ok to admit that too.


And as for the future, you don’t have to keep doing incredible things to prove that you’ve been incredible.
Sure, winning 12 consecutive marathon Gold medals at the Olympics would look impressive on a resume, but each individual medal would stand for nothing if it is appreciated once, then forgotten forever. You will inspire by being in the right frame of mind in the first place, you may not even win one of those Gold Medals, but you might set a chain reaction in place that sees someone else inspired to try!
And while I’m on this soap-box;


Love your body.


For all the aches and pains it occasionally (or constantly) gives you, it has also been there for every success in your life. Like it or not, it will be there for the rest too. So take the time to smile and appreciate it, even for a moment. It may not be perfect, but no other body would fit you as well.

And if all of my preaching still isn’t sending alarm bells off in your head; I say, Look around you and find someone who is smiling and enjoying moments past and yet coming. You’ll find they’re much more enjoyable to be around than that person who develops an ulcer struggling to regain past glories by pushing toddlers over in fun-runs and complaining that wind
conditions prevented them from qualifying from representing at the World Darts competition in Alexandra Palace (London).

Lighten up, live longer, and you might find that you didn’t need that make-up, compression skins, or beetroot juice in the first place!

Or don’t…...

Either way,
Run strong and be proud of our community!



Till next time,



Clay Dawson
Intraining Athlete & occasional preacher
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Sunday, 19 January 2014

Cadbury Marathon 2014 – Trauma for Chocolate? Are you kidding?.....(ok, sign me up)

It’s a bold guy to say that a man can ever experience a pain equal to childbirth….

 
….and I am not that bold.



Still, the 2014 Cadbury Marathon was a tough one, a REALLY, REALLY tough one.


I write this in the normally comfortable abode of home, with my legs up on the couch having faced a complete inability to walk up and (definitely) down stairs. It is a warts and all report on the event and the lead-up, so beware…
.



“Isn’t it funny how they have 2km, 5km, 10km, 15km ‘fun runs’….but there’s no marathon distance ‘fun run’?” – Stephen O’Brien (2014)


The Lead Up – or the slow demise towards the eight layer of hell…!

The most unfortunate thing about this race is also the thing that attracted me to enter it so much! That is; its proximity to the beginning of the year, and you cannot find an IAAF certified marathon anywhere, earlier, in a better climate…I don’t think?
The plus side, with school holidays there are plenty of recovery days afterwards.
The downside, with Christmas just prior, training beforehand was going to be really hard….especially with the amount of ham and xmas leftovers constantly available.

Small Incidental Thing: My life and lead up to this race was made even more difficult with a tendon issue in my forefoot throughout the entire month of December. It was pretty worrying for the first few weeks, to the point that it was difficult to walk, let alone train in high volumes! Luckily with a course of treatment prescribed by Steve from InTraining I was able to begin training in small volumes.


The Clique, the posse, bros and crew!

The whole trip was the brain child of a good friend and mentor of mine Matthew Casos. He’s a very
accomplished runner and an awesome coach to me and a plethora of runners throughout the state. Matt pitched the idea to me in November along with other running ‘buddies’ John Stumer, Stephen O’Brien and Al Stevenson (running royalty in Australia). Like a floodgate of stupid we all signed our life away for a ‘boys weekend guaranteed to end in lower body paralysis’, as opposed to a more preferably weekend of eating gourmet meals and sampling boutique beers….

...like I said ‘floodgate of stupid’.

Regardless of the outcome, all of us agreed that this would be an awesome opportunity, and (even in hindsight) I couldn’t think of a better group of guys to go on tour with. Top lads!


The Race!

The race conditions in Hobart (Tasmania) were MAGIC….with the clear blue skies shining down favourably on 14degree ground below. Perfect!

With this in mind we warmed up and I mulled over my race plan in my mind. The day previous we’d driven the course and roughly worked out where the turn-a-rounds were, paying close attention to any undulation or where any deviation of direction was. The crew had all jokingly even mentioned that, with my trademark sprint start, I’d be an odds-on bet to be leading 2kilometers into the race down the hill running away from the Cadbury Chocolate factory.

Little did we know how true that would be!

As we milled around the start line there were murmurs amongst the crowd that last year’s winner Matty Fenech was back. I’d already said ‘Hi’ to him (he’s a nice guy, really polite and quite the gentleman).So there was a buzz for that fact alone.

For some reason the ABC camera man held his camera uncomfortably long on my face, this was quite
weird…. as I’m quite sure no-one in the whole state of Tasmania would know my face from a postage stamp….still I nervously nodded to break the tension.

When the gun finally did sound, true to form, I bounded out to the front. I could feel Matty F shadowing my heels, tempted to bury my optimism where it belonged, yet knowing full well that the first 300 meters of the race was not the time to do this. I surged forward…..I didn’t just feel great…..I felt AMAZING! Eat my dust world!!!!!!

Onward I pushed on, with two short laps around the streets of the factory before we all smashed down the hill and onwards in the direction of the turnaround (for an ‘out-and-back twice’ course). True to our joking prediction I not only had the lead at the bottom of the hill (and 3kms into the race), but onward  still I found myself with a good 200mt lead as we headed towards what we’d all decided was the turn-a-round yesterday.

Of course, there was no turn-a-round there.


Figuring we’d made a minor miscalculation and with a television crew filming me excitedly, shouting “You’re going GREAT!” I fooled myself into thinking I was racing comfortably in my element and that this wasn’t a monumental oversight on our behalf.

Rational thinking SHOULD HAVE told me that 200meters behind me was a much more accomplished marathoner, as well as a former Australian Champion runner (good mate, and crew member Al).

Instead I rolled on and continued pushing the tempo…even as the course presented a rather uncomfortable hill….eventually I hit the turnaround.

It was on the first return leg (remember, we would all have to do this TWICE) I came back down the mystery hill towards the turn ‘home’….Things were already becoming ‘real’ although I was still comfortable enough in my own skin, and I had a gel should anything go ‘awry’…

….This is the point whereas the race suddenly became more ‘real’ and things most definitely went very
‘awry’!

I’d quite unexpectedly run into one of the strongest headwinds that I’ve ever faced! To make this worse, just a kilometre into this BOTH Al and Matty pushed on past me. I tried in vain to use their slip stream to get a little energy back, but before long they’d pushed on ahead.

At this juncture I’d led up until this point, but with 18km travelled, I had over 24km left to hold onto a podium spot….half of which would be battling that ‘special’ headwind.

Luckily I had the support of the crew in the form of a knowing glance from Al at each turn-a-round, as well as kind words from John, Steve and Mat Casos.

At about 38km (with only 4km left to travel) Mat Casos’ words burned in my ear “Take it easy…but hold
onto that Third place!”

Even though my legs burned and every muscle ached, I reserved myself to hold true to his words. ‘Imagine seeing him after the race and explaining that you lost..” I told myself, and while I couldn’t build on reducing the now quite large gap between the leaders and me, I HAD to keep pushing so anyone behind could not get any crazy ideas about trying to make a run for third place.
If pain really is a measure of ‘weakness leaving the body’, the weakness must have been running out of me like Victoria Falls!

On a side note…Did I mention the marathon finished on a 300meter, steep, sweeping hill? Whilst probably not too overwhelming in any other circumstance, at the end of the marathon this thing seemed like a sprint to base camp, whilst carrying a week’s worth of groceries…barefoot.

Luckily for me, I managed to hold my (now quite embarrassing) pace, and secure third place, a podium finish and a gift basket of Cadbury Chocolate.

As I lay, quite collapsed, in the recovery area, closer to death than I would care mention to loved ones,  I found out that Al had unfortunately surrendered 1st place to Matty. Whilst I certainly don’t harbour any ill will towards Matty Fenech, Al has been somewhat of an idol in my running journey and the idea of being there when he ‘won on debut’ would have been pretty cool. Still, his second place after such an accomplished career over shorter distances on the track is pretty inspiring still. With a proper lead up to training I’m looking forward to seeing what he’s capable of this year!

Still I managed to ‘scam’ my way into the VIP area, and by ‘scam’ I mean, walk as confidently as tired legs
can manage into the fenced area without making eye contact with anyone of authority!
There I managed to say ‘hi’ to fellow runners Patrick Nispel (QLD’er and 3rd in the Half Marathon), James Attard (Ballerat boy and 2nd Place in the Half Marathon) as well as Clare Geraghty (1st in the Half Marathon) and some fellow in a Freddo Frog costume.






The Recovery

Suffice to say, that although none of the crew were stunningly overjoyed with our races, we were all keen to
celebrate with a keen stroll around the Mona gallery and the occasional ‘sample’ of the local brewed and matured beverages. Needless to say, I know of at least 10 dehydrated legs on that flight out of Hobart the next morning.

In the 7 days since, my own recovery has been quite difficult. Beyond my legs being more fatigued than my first marathon (which they were), the dark-coffee coloured peeing, and my face exploding into a Cold-Sore outbreak unlike any I have experienced before, I also had a constant headache and lethargy for a number of days afterwards.  All of these symptoms culminated in my face literally blowing up and becoming swollen one afternoon.

After subsequent Doctor’s visits and blood tests we were able to ascertain that the fatigue put into my legs from the marathon was (and I’m quoting the Doctor here) “Equivalent to someone suffering a heart attack”.

…At least he knew better than to suggest I quit running.

After all, I’m on the road to recovery, and with the Cadbury Marathon only being a 2hr37min effort (on a course we measured as being over 43kms), I’m now eyeing off my opportunity to break the fabled 2hr 30min mark.

Congratulations Matty Fenech, Al Stevenson, and everyone who finished the Cadbury Marathon (and all of the events on the day)!  Thanks to the organisers and volunteers, as well as to my family and friends for their support. Thanks to Intraining for their continued support and guidance, as well to Matt Casos and the crew for the good times!

My wife most of all, for never asking why I didn’t win a ‘bigger basket of chocolate’….she loves and understands me better than any.


Till Next time!

Clay Dawson
Intraining Athlete & Recovering Marathoner

Tuesday, 3 December 2013

A great running shoe? Or just a Number One or Two?



Yes, that’s right; I’ve used potty humour and we haven’t even launched into the review of the 0mm drop offering from the relatively new brand in minimal shoes, Altra’s ‘The One’. See what I did there?





“You're the one that I want, Oo-oo-oo, honey, The one that I want” (Olivia Newton-John)








Ever since Saucony stopped producing its ‘Hattori’ minimal shoes late last year I have ardently been on a quest to find a new ‘everyday trainer’ with a little more protection (honestly, it’s nice to have some cushioning sometimes). Months later, I finally settled on trying the relatively new offering from the relatively unknown brand; Altra.
The shoes had the promise of everything I was looking for; they’re light, they’ve a nice wide toe box (to prevent blistering when the wearers toes naturally splay outward on foot contact), slightly structured construction, without compromising its minimal nature, and they’re gawdy and brightly coloured that they practically scream “Look at these super rad shoes! Cowabunga!!!!*”
(*or something thereabouts).

I also figured, with the market flooded with already established companies, who in the last decade have chosen to push the boundaries of shoemaking in practically every direction, for a new shoe to be making such a presence on the market, they would need to be bringing an ‘A Game’!






“One step ahead of you, Stay in motion, keep an open mind, Love is a race won by two, Your emotion, my solitude…” Split Enz








I’ll be completely honest, my first experience test-wearing ‘The One’ was unusual. Not in the fact that I was
allowed to jog/run in them outside the store (a nice bonus from buying your shoes from a reputable dealer and not the ‘faceless Interwebs’) but moreso in the shoe performance themselves.

Firstly, I was expecting to notice the 100gms of extra weight in each shoe (from my previous Sauconys),
however they felt just as light. For most other runners or for a runner transitioning into minimal shoes these will likely feel like feathers (Kayano wearers will feel like they’ve been in a tree lopping accident and have lost the bottom ¼ of each leg).






Secondly, the extra room in the toe-box (of which I spoke) feels large enough to fit a Circ-De-Soilel performance! It would definitely take some getting used to, but overall the sensation was pleasant.

Finally without predetermined grooves into the soul of the shoe the foot was left to flex naturally. This is a feature in the design of Altra, which boasts of each model of shoe being biometrically engineered to suit males or females.  Even better, they had a ‘male’ pair in my size! Top work!






“So get out, get out, get out of my head, And fall into my arms instead. I don't, I don't, don't know what it is, But I need that one thing, And you've got that one thing” One Direction







So I walked out of the store with an arm full of Altra-box and a heart full of anticipation! I can’t remember for sure, but there may have been a twinkle in my eye and a heel click or two.

The first time I took the Altra’s out was on a 21km training run ‘baptism of fire’, from which they stepped up rather well. Whilst not pushing them through ridiculous hills, terrain or speed they worked as-per-the design and my praise of them was glowing.

A few co-runners even commented on the colour!

All in all, in spite of some of the logo-print-stickering on the side of the shoes peeling (before a week was out) it was a fairly successful debut.







“Because you’re not the one but you’re the only one, Who can make me feel like this, You’re not the one but you’re the only one, Who can make me feel like sh*t” The Foo Fighters






Things continued in this manner and my relationship with the shoes blossomed…until another slow training run later something remarkable started to happen.

I will preface this by letting you know that I was most certainly the catalyst for this, by making the ‘rookie mistake’ of having socks that were too short, but I soon received a rather nasty rubbing blister along the back of the shoe.







“Now the World Is Gone I'm Just One, Oh God,help Me Hold My Breath as I Wish for Death, Oh Please God Help Me” Metallica





Things were so bad that pretty soon, the neat fluorescent green inner lining was stained blood red, and I was left hobbling sore and aimlessly like a pensioner after walking into a glass door.

Although it was entirely my undoing, but the shoes certainly were unforgiving in their merciless punishment (around the 16km mark).

Otherwise, the shoes tread remained as thick as new and the ride was still silky and unchanged (100km’s in).








“One night with you, Is what Im now praying for, The things that we two could plan, Would make my dreams come true” Elvis Presley







It was fast becoming apparent that a new partnership for the ages could’ve been forming! Whilst I wouldn’t consider racing over ANY distance in these shoes (I’m a racing-flats man and little would ever change that) I do concede that for many keen runners these may be the answer for most races and distances, even a consideration on forgiving trail runs!

I found the freedom of the open fitting liberating, and whilst the flex was limited in the shoes it made them perfect for runs where a slow and controlled stride was preferred.

In terms of analogy at this point (for me) they were my Combi van; PERFECT for weekend holidays to the beach, but I would never enter a Formula One race in them.







“You say; One love, One life, When it's one need, In the night. It's one love, We get to share it, It leaves you baby, If you don't care for it” U2






The only REAL problem with these shoes comes for me now.

Whilst coming off a marathon and running slowly, rarely and purely for the joy of socialising and floating these shoes filled a much needed hole amongst a wardrobe literally FULL of minimal, flexible and ‘barely there’ racing shoes.

They allowed me to run, recover from injury (when I had the good sense to wear decent socks) and kept me safe and smiling.

But then I started to become stronger, fitter and faster.



“One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do, Two can be as bad as one, It's the loneliest number since the number one.” Three Dog Night








Suddenly the Combi began to become dusty, in favour of the Ferraris I preferred to take out the garage, and the Altra’s began to feel more like gumboots.













“1, here comes the 2 to the 3 to the 4, Everybody drunk out on the dance floor, Babygirl ass jiggle like she want more,Like she a groupie and I aint even on tour.” J-Kwon







But that’s the nature of our sport right? There will always been a need for those shoes in our wardrobe that make us feel like ‘The Flash’.

But we can’t run every run like that. There has to be a time, and a shoe, for those runs that are slower…otherwise it’s probably best you update your health insurance.









So in short, the Altra’s have so many great features:


PROS:
- The Option of a Ninja Turtle Green colouring
- The freedom of an open Toe-box
- A smooth uninterrupted ride from heel to forefoot if required, whilst promoting mid foot striking
- Lightweight, yet still comforting and well structured.

CONS:
- Ridiculously long laces (are we expecting to break out of prison Altra?!)
- Can feel cumbersome at times (at the cost of structure is this really a con?)

Summation:
Say what you will about these shoes, but like a good remix or Ipod Playlist, the Altra ‘One’ takes elements
from the minimalist camp, as well as the traditional structured trainer to create a pleasantly happy medium.
Whilst they won’t collectively blow the mind of everyone in the community, they will garner a heap of praise, make some lifelong friends, turn some heads, strip some heels, and share some awesome running journeys.
My advice, give them a try – take them for a spin! They might complement your shoe collection well…
…Probably better than those acid-wash cutoffs in fact!

3 ½ / 5 Stars


Clay Dawson
InTraining Sponsored Athlete 2013

























Monday, 4 November 2013

The Definitive Guide to Running a Marathon!

For those of you reading this as an instructional manual or ‘Definitive guide’ to helping you achieve the goal of ‘running a marathon’, you’re reading the wrong blog…..

...I don’t know how you would have gotten that idea?


Really, this is a blog about cupcake recipes.

Ok, It’s actually not that either. What this actually is, is a personal account of all of the advice I was given before my debut marathon in Sydney 2013, including the advice I followed, as well as everything I nodded my head at…..but ignored……….and whether any of this worked!

I cannot guarantee that any of the advice listed below is adaptable to anyone, anytime, ever.…so please seek advice outside of this blog before starting your journey.



ADVICE ONE: “Do not go out too hard! The race BEGINS at 30km!”


Every runner, or anyone who has ever heard about ‘the marathon’ will be familiar with the concept of ‘the wall’; basically the moment around 30km where a runner will reach a simultaneous crescendo of pain, complete depletion of motivation and catastrophic tantrum of emotion. This can result in one of two things;
   a)      mental tenacity, pushing through and finishing complete with slow motion high-fives and fist pumps, or
   b)      An immediate race-retirement on the footpath/gutter with a salt laden forehead and an inability to control ones bowels.

The most logical causes for an athlete hitting ‘the wall’ is simply that they have not prepared adequately, have fuelled inefficiently, or that they have run the first 30kms of the race far too fast!

With this in mind the #1 piece of advice I was given by practically EVERYONE, is to run the first half of the race (at least) CONSERVATIVELY!

DID I FOLLOW THE ADVICE?

Short answer….no.

Long answer….no with a ‘but’. You see in this particular Marathon a large portion of the first half of the race included lengthy sections of steady downhill running, to the point that if I had slowed to my ‘race pace’ I would have been using more energy braking than I actually used focusing on ‘comfortably floating’ down the hills.

With that in mind I certainly didn’t run a PB over the shorter distances, and I was very, very aware of maintaining a pace I felt I could manage (with a small blowout later) without ruining my race goal.

Luckily, I didn’t blow out in the later portions, AND I’d added a couple of ‘minutes in the bank’ in the process.

Yay me….sorry advisors!

 ADVICE TWO: “Be sure to eat PLENTY of pasta before the Race! CARB LOAD man!!!”

It’s one of the simple joys of the sport, and for some of us the very reason why we got into the sport in the first place! Of course I’m talking about the guilt free consumption of mass quantities of Spaghetti and Carbonara before a big race!

But the thing is….does it matter? Obviously before a workout of 60minutes or longer your body will deplete itself of glycogen stores…which isn’t good….so using your lead-up to carbo-load is a handy idea. However you need to be careful of quantities and the manner in which you do this.

It’s complicated. I’ll blog about it later.

DID I FOLLOW THE ADVICE?

Short answer….kind of.

During my training in the lead up to the race I had read a million blogs and race recounts on line, where countless runners found themselves in the eighth layer of hell at the 32km mark and attributed this solely to a lack of quality lasagne in the lead up stages. I was quite concerned.

So the day before the race I found myself on a dedicated quest to locate a decent red-pasta dish for lunch.  After arriving a little late to the city centre this casual mission began turning into a frantic search for ANY inner city establishment willing to sell pasta in the awkward serving lull between lunch and dinner.

Finally I settled for a food court bain-marie container of a soggy mixture of doughy substance that (perhaps a few hours ago) was at least gluten based. I would have urban-spooned the establishment, but for the fact that there are no options to rate in the ‘less than Zero stars’, as well as the fact that I’d be embarrassed to have my name associated with the place at all! It was not pretty.

When I met up with my other QLD runners and my coach Matt for dinner a few hours later I was very surprised to see none of them opting for deliberate carb loading! In fact, the advice they gave me, and the best advice I’d had in a while on the topic of nutrition was ‘Eat whatever will not upset your stomach, and is as little processed food as possible’. 

We had a grilled chicken burger with a small side order of fries from a pub-like establishment.  Very fresh, very neatly presented, affordable, and delicious.

It worked perfectly, we all slept well, and come race day we all felt great too!

ADVICE THREE: “Taper down in the week prior (No more than 75% of your kms!)”

It makes sense that a runner about to attempt the self-inflicted abuse of a marathon should enter such an endeavour with healthy and well rested muscles. It’s also a no-brainer that he/she should also try to avoid the risk of injury by doing something as stupid as running ‘Heartbreak Hill Repeats with Burpee intervals and a 16minute plank’ the day before the race.

But the cruel irony is that in the lead up to the race, with training going to plan the body will slowly be renovated from a clapped out Datsun 180Y to one of those ridiculous ‘Fast and the Furious’ cars with the novelty oversized engines and flames that shoot out the exhaust. With this transformation runs become easier, confidence improves, you begin to feel great, and you feel the pull to lace-up and scorch the sidewalks growing deafeningly louder!

Add to that, the fact that the majority of runners never feel truly prepared for a race, and the temptation to squeeze in a few extra km’s to ‘condition the legs’ is another annoying concern.

DID I FOLLOW THE ADVICE?

I’m delighted to say, with my coach Matt knowing my penchant for doing the EXACT OPPOSITE to what I should be doing during most training cycles; he beat me to the punch by planning a very strict plan for every day leading to the start and threatening physical violence if I didn’t abide (In a very 'Soviet style' of athlete management).

And for the first time in my life, I followed the training plan religiously. To the amusement of my friends and utter disdain of my wife I spent every waking moment with the training plan in one hand constantly glimpsing at my watch, not wanting to miss a second or single step, obsessively not wanting to do too little, or too much.  





ADVICE FOUR: Make sure you have run at least 32km prior to race day!

It is a common rule of thumb that runners need to run at least 75% of the race distance prior to the actual race day. It is so widely accepted that when I told running buddies that my goal time was 2hrs 35min and that my longest run so far was 27km they seriously told me I was being a bit overly ambitious.

“You’ll know it around the 30km mark!” they warned.

DID I FOLLOW THE ADVICE?

Unfortunately for Matt and I, we only really had 3 weeks to prepare for the marathon, with one of those being a taper, not a lot of time to ramp up the km’s suddenly!

Luckily, my training was already sitting comfortably at 7 sessions a week, averaging 16kms each. With some subtle manipulation I was able to subtly push the kms to 21km per day, including longer recoveries after speed sessions and hill repeats.

So whilst my ‘long run’ never got further than 27kms, it was preceded by 21kms the day before, and the day after, etc.

Do you need to run 32km prior to a marathon?....In my (completely untrained and with no medical backing) opinion…no. You need to be fit, you need to be healthy and you need to be Cardio-solid.


ADVICE FIVE: Practice with Gels! Make sure you’re confident so you can fuel on course!

It absolutely makes sense to not introduce new food, shoes or any change to routine on race day. The idea of running past the 10km marker of a 42km race with blisters, cramping and choking back vomit is the stuff of nightmares, especially after months of dedicated training.

I do remember my first half marathon in Victoria Canada. I was completely new to the sport and was attempting the run in the most social of senses, however I was advised by friends to take some Coffee Gels to help me out along the way.

Long story short, with a few minutes to race start a group of us tore the tops off our gels and pushed the gooey, mess into our mouths. It was disgusting, and the taste was overpowering and I found it hard to swallow between breaths. Immediately my hands were sticky and I felt terrible. This sensation lasted for the first 5kms of the run before I managed to wash enough of the residue away at a water station.

However, in spite of how utterly counterproductive my first experience with gels was, in that VERY SAME RACE, as I rounded the 15km mark I was handed an Orange Gel at a drinks station. With the words of my friends at the start still in my ear I grabbed it, and promised myself that when things ‘got real’, I would have it on hand.

As it turns out, I didn’t use it.

Things did indeed ‘get real’; however I pushed on, and survived. After crossing the line I threw the unopened and squished gel packet into a bin.

DID I FOLLOW THE ADVICE?

fool me once…fool me twice…..

Thankfully this time around I had the experience of a well-established and proven race diet and I was confident that enough opportunities to consume water and electrolytes would be made available on course.

So I didn’t prepare my own. I took sips from every drink station, and when Matt yelled at me to grab a gel at the 27km Hydration table I did. I even tore the top off the chocolate pack and took a sip of it.
But as I ran again, I realised that that day…I didn’t need it. I tossed the remainder of the gel pack into a bin on course and I continued my routine of hitting the water stations and sipping what was on offer instead.

 ADVICE SIX: ‘I’ before ‘e’ except after ‘c’.

Goes without saying.

ADVICE SEVEN: Use bandaids and Anti-chafe creams…..liberally.

A friend once told me with a wry smile, of his running team, called ‘The Red Elevens’.

When I queried him why this was such an amusing name he simply asked;

“You haven’t run a marathon before have you?” and pointed at his nipples, drawing two imaginary ones downward.

Ouch!

The marathon is especially taxing on muscles and joints, and at times emotional barriers, however a much neglected aspect of the event is the constant rubbing of wet fabric on sensitive skin and the inevitable friction based consequences of this.

Chaffing. It sucks.

DID I FOLLOW THE ADVICE?

I religiously use ‘Body Glide’…a anti-friction balm prior to the race after a couple of ‘close calls’ during training in the especially hot and humid Queensland heat.  This marathon prep was no different, to the point that I put the ‘Body Glide’ balm into my shoes to avoid missing putting it on race morning.
I rubbed it on my under-arms, on my nipples and everywhere, to the point that it felt like I was wearing a wet-suit made of the stuff!  I put it EVERYWHERE…..

….or so I thought.

Without going into too much details, I did neglect to recognise the fact that the true nature of running means that the upper thighs of each athlete inevitably come into contact with every step.

I spent the next two days walking with gritted teeth, like a cautious child on tiptoe through a park full of Bindi’s. 

Tears shed.

Lesson learnt.

ADVICE EIGHT: A slice of toast and a banana for breakfast on race morning.

The one constant in the folk-lore of Marathon race-day diet seems to always contain either a slice of toast, or a banana…often both.

DID I FOLLOW THE ADVICE?

My regular routine is to consume a banana, choc-chip muffin and Gatorade before every race (from 5km to 50km). It agrees with me, and doesn’t seem to surprise many.

Plus it works.

ADVICE NINE: Take some time to visualize the race. Get in the zone!

A lot of professional athletes have spoken of the power of positive affirmations, mantras, and taking time to ‘get in the zone’ prior to an event.

It’s an interesting process, and probably really hard to analyse the benefits of. Also to the outsider it very much seems a bit weird and left-of-left-of-center.  

DID I FOLLOW THE ADVICE?

This is something I try to do as often as possible.

I’ve always had to excuse myself from friends, or sneak away often at given times prior to races in order to avoid ridicule when I ‘get a bit spiritual’ before a race.

I’m certainly not contacting the dead former Olympic champions as a psychic medium, or burning candles or ritualistically sacrificing animals….but I do try to take 5 minutes to zone-out from the real world and visualise the race and the feeling of being ‘in the race’.

But is seems to calm me and focus my energy on the things I have to do, and NOT the things that could go wrong.
Luckily for me, my room-mate and team-mate Mathew suggested taking 5 minutes on race morning. It seems he does the same thing...and he’s fast. You do the math.


ADVICE TEN: Enjoy yourself!

It seems quite laughably ridiculous to suggest to someone that they should ‘enjoy’ torturing themselves by
running 42kms at a given point for nothing other than ‘fun’.

But it seems like a pre-requisite for marathoning. Otherwise, who would do it?

DID I FOLLOW THE ADVICE?

I was initially quite nervous before the run; I always seem to put pressure on myself to the point that it is quite difficult to really enjoy the lead-up to a race. However, this time I made a concerted effort to take in the spectacle of the event, the strange new city, the Expo, Elite runners, television cameras and supporters.

It was actually calming and helped my journey to the start-line, when I opened my eyes up to what was going on around me, and not just inside my exclusive ‘bubble’.

I found the race itself fun too, knowing the whole time that I was achieving something very difficult, and that I was strong and healthy.


How did the race go?

In spite of all of the advice that was given (with good intentions) that I didn’t follow…. I not only met my goal debut time of 2hours 35mins for the 42.195kms, but SMASHED it with a final time of

2 hours 32 minutes and 08 seconds!



I am very much aware that this is my only experience with the distance, and that my next 1, 2 or 50 runs could potentially be horribly worse, but I think by setting realistic goals of myself and using passion and dedication to drive my prep, the once seemingly impossible task of running a marathon became a reality.

I hope many of you experience this feeling in some capacity, be it finishing a 5km walk, or doing anything better and stronger than you could yesterday.


We will always beat the version of us who never tries in the first place right?
 
Till next time.

Clay Dawson

Marathoner….and proud of it.

(Also a proud InTraining Athlete)