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Entries in Fartlek (2)

Sunday
Mar272011

Off the clock

Are you a runner who is a slave to the stopwatch? Tyrannised by the timer? I have to admit that I am. I don’t keep a proper training log to track my efforts, but I always run with a stopwatch. I’ve got a good enough memory to be able to place a run roughly in the league table of times for a particular route. And as the years pass there are rather more entries appearing in the lower reaches of the table than in the ‘getting towards a PB’ section. Be that as it may, timing’s been a key part of my whole running career.

So I was a bit put out when I went away this weekend and left my running watch on the shelf at home. I was faced with heading out for a 10k and having absolutely no idea how long I was gone for.

As it turned out it was a liberating experience. The run was shaped more by how everything was feeling than by the times at which I reached various conventional timing points. Did it feel like time to push it a bit? Or did it feel more like time to take things steady? (Mostly ‘take things steady’, since you ask.)

Without the running watch there was no judgement to be made as to whether it was a good or a bad run, timewise. It’s not being entered in the mental league table. The only question was whether it was enjoyable. And it was, even though the chronic problem with my lower left leg started playing up a bit once we’d turned for home.

I suppose I could claim this is a move to embrace fartlek - ‘speed play’ - training, but that is perhaps making it sound a bit more planned, and a more grand, than what actually happened. But in essence that’s where we end up.

I can’t imagine retiring the stopwatch completely. After all, it’s a motivator more often than it’s a menace. But every now and again going for spin without the watch feels like something that will give a refreshingly relaxed flavour to a run.

Sunday
Nov142010

The Cemetery Run

I haven’t done the ‘cemetery run’ for ages and with Halloween well and truly behind us I felt it was safe to venture into the wilderness of Arnos Vale Cemetery. So with my two girls happily helping their dad put a bird box up in the holly tree at home, I escaped for my morning run.

Yes I know running around a cemetery sounds a bit weird, but it makes the run interesting. Preparing to battle with vampires and bats, the ‘cemetery run’ starts at Arnos Court Park in Brislington. To warm up I run around the park a couple of times taking in a rather steep hill -  a good place to practise a bit of fartlek.

I then enter the cemetery through the gate at the top of the hill. The gate is quite hidden but is used a lot by dog walkers and runners like myself. It’s also a pleasant shortcut to Totterdown from Brislington.

The path takes you to the very top of the cemetery and provides views right across Bristol. Full of amazing trees, wildlife and thousands of gravestones, the cemetery is a myriad of narrow footpaths that zig-zag their way down through dense woodland and then out into the more formal cemetery. Covering an area of 45 acres, it is a peaceful haven in which to run - the sound of traffic simply disappears.

There are usually plenty of other people around, so while it may feel mildly spooky, its a great place to explore. It’s pretty hilly too. I usually zig-zag my way down through the cemetery (the easy bit) to the main entrance on the Bath Rd, and then slowly back up, past the entrance on Cemetery Road in Totterdown and then round to the entrance back into Arnos Court Park. I run once more round the park, flinging myself down the hill, before heading home. 

It’s certainly not a place to build up any speed, but the hills are great  for training and the scenery is ……… well…. a little unusual to say the least. However some words of advice if you are considering the ‘cemetery run’. Stick to the opening times. You never know what might be lurking behind some of those gravestones, and choose your music wisely. Believe me, your mind begins to play tricks, particularly when running past the various tombs.  I guess if you get spooked your adrenalin will kick in and you’ll certainly run faster. Anyone else had any similar experiences?