I like walking in the mountains and try to go at least once a year. One of my favourite trips was back in 2011 when four of us went to Eskdale in Cumbria for a long weekend and we enjoyed the most glorious weather at the start of July. I remember sitting in the beer garden of the Boot Inn after a joyous walk in the sun thinking to myself that “life doesn’t get much better than this”. In July of this year, two other friends of mine planned to re-create a trip to Scotland and I was hoping for similar weather to that I experienced twelve years earlier. Our first visit came in 1992 as teenagers, this time, we had a much smaller window of time and were somewhat geographically dispersed with the three of us living in England, Wales and the USA. We planned to drive up, camp, climb Ben Nevis, eat, sleep and return. We did it but the weather was poor. Paul was a bit less athletic than his teenage self and consequently ascended the mountain very deliberately but to his credit, he made it, even if it was a very late finish. I had planned to run Fort William parkrun on the Saturday morning but given the fitness of the others and the logistics of getting there and back meant it was a bad idea. Looking at the results, I’m sure I’d have won it too but it wasn’t feasible. I came home full of aches and pains, no doubt compounded massively by being curled up in the back of the car for fourteen hours while we got caught in the mother of all traffic jams on the M6 near Preston.
This meant that my first run in over a week came at the Steve Morris 5 race in Desford, the seventh LRRL event of nine. I wasn’t exactly champing at the bit but felt well enough to score for the team. On paper, we had a strong side out but there was no margin for error should anyone not show up or get injured. I ran most of the way in tandem with Hinckley’s Ben Masser, bringing back memories of losing to him by one second at a parkrun many years ago (!) my first two miles were pretty brisk but then I ended up seemingly to just hang on to the end, which I did in 29:15, a long way off my best but all I had on the day. As it turned out, we were a man light of a full strength outfit which cost us the win on the day and subsequently the league title to OWLS, who would now have to do something amazingly bad in order to not win it from here.
Two days later and I was racing again, this time at the Worthington 6 race, a league race for Tamworth AC. Matt Scarsbrook was running, winning it at a canter and I had to battle hard to get in the points in what looked like another strong Tamworth side. Unlike Badgers, they do not have the same volume of runners in their league events but the quality of those that do run is very high. Last year I set a 6 mile PB with a highly aggressive run. Here, I was much more measured in my approach. Matt bolted off on his own in front and a handful of other runners made up the top ten. I was in a group of half a dozen runners including a couple of vets. If I could emerge from this group in credit, I might pick up the vets prize for the race. It was a race within a race. The group held together on and off almost to the very end, with my team mate Max Kent splintering it with around 800m to go. We both finished in the top ten, Max then me and with Pete and Ash already long done, we scored maximum points in our quest for the BDSL title. I narrowly finished first vet overall in 35:15. The undoubted highlight of this race for me was being able to run once again with Gordy Smith. I always thought I would get the opportunity but when it presented itself I felt incredibly humbled and fortunate. Gordy is a great guy, a proper character but an incredible athlete. He’s a few years older than me but somebody I look up to in terms of their enthusiasm, mentality and work ethic. He was in bits at the end, not surprising really as he continues his recovery from the big C. Suffice to say he wasn’t far behind me at all.
I’d not made it to any track races this season and the following day was my last opportunity to do so. There was the option to run the 800m or 3000m at Sutton Coldfield, again for Tamworth in the Midlands vets league. I opted for the longer distance but try as I might, I struggled to keep pace and was just hanging on as best I could with whatever I had left in my legs after two races in three days immediately before. I finished fourth. I’m glad I scratched the itch and for once it was nice to do a track race in something other than poor weather but maybe next season I will do some more specific training and give the track season a better go, especially as on the road I feel I will be treading water until I turn 50 in 18 months time.
My toe was hurting now, I was fearful that I had broken it on the Ben Nevis descent, so rest was prescribed, especially after another distant second place at Kingsbury parkrun. I gave up three quarters of the way round but in retrospect it was a brilliant decision to do so. I’d have been second either way! I managed a couple of pleasant bike rides in the week but my energy levels were really lacking. Another week off running was not part of the grand plan but necessary I felt, in order to recapture better form long term. I went back to parkrun on the weekend having not run at all between events but ended up giving up much earlier than the prior week, emerging back in third and slightly quicker than the prior week (18:32) but particularly sluggish. Even the run back to my car was an almighty battle. I was so devoid of energy, I wanted to walk but I refused to and plodded on home. My wava rating was the highest in the field which I took as a phyrric victory. Later that day, I tested positive for Covid, for the very first time, having managed to avoid it for the whole three and a half years or so that it has been around.
My first thought was how I would keep myself occupied while I cleared myself of the virus but such has been the levels of fatigue experienced, I’ve spent most of the last week in bed, sleeping for about 18-20 hours out of 24. The first two days were bearable. The exhaustion came in waves so I could manage some household tasks like hoovering or mowing before needing a lie down. Looking after Rory was a challenge at times, you feel such a bad parent because you are constantly taking the easiest option. Luckily he has avoided catching it. There were times when I felt like I had climbed to the top of a mountain then been put in a sack and rolled back down to the bottom. Hot and cold sweats, coughing, headaches, dizziness, feeling nauseous. The tiredness was the worst. Today has been a better day so hopefully I’ve turned a corner. The positives to emerge from this week are that it happened when it did and not while we are on holiday, and the fact that my goal racing weight has now been reached, although I would definitely not prescribe this course of action as a means to lose a couple of kilos!