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Go-Faster Stripes

So this was a picture of my right knee the week before last...
According to the Physio the stripes of tape across the kneecap crinkle the skin when my leg is straight to help the swelling which appeared around it to drain away. Which is nice. Thankfully the swelling has gone but I missed 2 runs and a swim due to all this and the Physio's instructions to lay off the exercise for 3-4 days. I'm very frustrated having trained with a slow build-up since last summer and choosing a training plan that helps minimise overuse injuries by running 3 times per week with 2 cross training sessions. It seems a lifetime's worth of rubbish running technique can't be solved by simply doing lots and lots of running. Arse.

So having completed a triumphant 20-miler a week last Saturday, rightly or wrongly my confidence was dashed in Ryan the Physio's advice to have this knee swelling appear on Sunday so I went to see a group called Six Physio at Monument. I went in with a swollen knee and came out of there feeling utterly wrecked! A seemingly lovely lady called Philippa determined the weaknesses and twistedness of my pelvis that results in the knee being unhappy and then went about destroying the golf-ball sized (maybe a slight exaggeration) muscle knots is my calf and hamstring to the extent that I was sweating with the pain and I left with bruises!!! I have been using Philippa's special instrument of torture namely the common or garden tennis ball to wreak havoc on the knots since and nothing much seems to happen apart from me yelping and inventing new swear words but I shall persist 'cos she said so.

I had my second visit to Six Physio on Tuesday last week and was scrutinised by Jen whilst running, walking and balancing whereupon she proclaimed my power muscles to be good (oh yeah!) but my core muscles to be pathetic (boo!). So all those Pilates-goers were right about something all along! Alongside the stretching and tennis-balling I've now got a daily set of exercises including aforementioned 'Clam' and some that I've chosen to perform using a foam roller. As a household we now have two of these since I had to buy a longer one to lie on but I suppose post-April when I've regained my lazy slouching posture once more we'll at least be able to use them for (rather one-sided) Gladiators-style podium battles instead :)
Trying to remember how to do the exercises in a less-than-optimal environment i.e. having both Iain and our friend Rob laughing at me proved challenging...

Thanks to Iain for taking the opportunity to entertain you once again and apologies for my oh-so-stylish fleece. Please also note that my 'weights' were the first two items of same size that I came across and that we're not total alcoholics, honest.

The Lundy Challenges

Look at the fabulous scenery, certainly not the running goon

The last year has, for obvious reasons, taken a lot out of us and that is not taking in to account the training load, so by way of a little get-away before the run up to the marathon, last weekend saw Alison and I along with lovely friends Claire and Sarah spending 3 days on the Island of Lundy in the Bristol channel. Sat 12 miles off the Devon coast, owned by the National Trust and managed on their behalf by the Landmark Trust, Lundy certainly lived up to expectations as an unplugged, way-off-the-grid, beautiful, remarkable and very peaceful refuge and with a huge chunk of luck, the weather was the best it had been so far this year.

Challenge 1 - Packing
The island's supply ship, the MS Oldenberg, does not sail until March and the only way on to and off of the island is by twice-weekly helicopter. That bit is obviously awesome but the 10kg per person luggage allowance was a real exercise in packing efficiency, especially when you have all your running kit to consider. For this experience however, I would have quite frankly gone in my underwear and coincidentally, during the flight back, the high winds caused enough buffeting that Alison almost did go in her underwear.

Challenge 2 - Running
If you like your nature isolated, cliffy and rugged then Lundy is a jaw-dropping treasure. It is surrounded by breathtaking (quite literally) cliffs, and holds more history, habitats, archaeology, wrecks, flora, fauna, and vistas than your monkey-brain can absorb. While we were there, it also was home to a constant 20-30mph wind.

There is one 'road' on the island which stretches the length of it, but you would not want to try driving on it unless you had an amphibious vehicle, not that you could anyway because only farm vehicles are allowed. There are instead a number of 'paths' of flattened grass which circumnavigate and criss-cross the isle but as these have been made not just by people but also by Lundy goats and Soay sheep at any moment they can disappear off of a cliff, in to an open-topped sea cave featuring a 400ft drop to the sea or into a shoe-sucking marsh.

All said, I set off for my 8-mile tempo run on Saturday and within a mile realised that to run to a set pace here would have been an exercise in futility and so I reset my watch and went for my first ever off-road fun run and it was all rather fabulous. I laughed out loud and whooped several times with exuberance and excitement as I leapt from rocks, ran past light houses, sprung along tracks which four feet to my left changed magically to thin air, avoided belligerent Soays and for a good 300m sprung between tufts of grass to traverse a rather moist marshland. 

Not surprisingly, I met Alison and Claire mid way through their run during which Claire had managed to fall over in the mire no less than 3 times (see if you can see the encrusted mud). Chapeaux Claire! Claire is running Bath Half on March 3rd and in doing so has really kindly raised money for Diabetes UK under the TEAM! banner and for that we are amazingly grateful - GO CLAIRE! (it is less swampy, Bath).

If I could run on Lundy for every interval run I would be there in a shot. It was sensational and it opened up a whole new world of running. 

Challenge 3 - Electricity, Heat and Doh Nutters

On the island, the power is provided by three Cummins B and C series diesel generators (that is why I have a beard) and they are turned off at midnight to be restarted at 6am. While this was initially odd and in a weird sense disquieting,  it quickly became the norm and I was only caught out once reading my book in bed.
Although there were storage heaters, by far the most effective heat came from a coal fire stove in the lounge and as we were in a 13th Century stone building, it was a quick lesson in not letting it go out overnight otherwise the place got somewhat fresh first thing in the morning.
With little mobile reception and mercifully no televisions we spent much time walking and reading but when this was just not enough, people resorted to some extreme measures. Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Doh Nutters. Quite how three adult women can spend so long working out how to pick up plastic rings using elephant masks is a mystery, but they did. The picture also allows you to see why the Great Lundy Bank Heist failed.

Challenge 4 - Lundy 'Letterboxing': How Has No-one Died?

Lundy Letterboxing in case you do not know is the same as geocaching which if you still don't know is finding hidden Tupperware boxes in the countryside. While it is a fantastic way to see the whole island, the staff have certainly made sure that you see bits of it you would otherwise miss by cunningly hiding the boxes half way down cliff faces. It was fun but utterly, utterly bonkers.

As you may well be aware, I do suffer wonderfully from Acrophobia at the best of times but it was quite alarming how quickly even I acclimatised to this new game of Russian-cliff-roulette. 

It all came to a head when Claire in a moment of outer-body clarity, looked around and saw the four of us wandering around half-way down a cliff, 400ft over some rocks and the booming Atlantic in a 25mph wind, looking for a small box in a bag under a rock which given the vagueness of the clue and directions may or may not have been there.
Letterboxing has been on Lundy for 30 years and the fact that no one has fallen in to the ocean is testament to something, I am just not quite sure what.
I went home to wrap my head in cotton wool, and Claire and Alison went off with 'Soay' Sarah who now had blood-lust for the game.

'Soay' Sarah letterboxing without a safety net

Great run, tremendous weekend and if you get the opportunity, go to Lundy. But not all at once as you won't fit.