I was fired up, hot to trot, raring to go on my second run this evening.  But annoyingly, I’m still hobbling about the place with quads shot to pieces from Tuesday’s efforts.  So that isn’t going to happen.  Booo! 

Never mind, an ice bath and another good night’s sleep should hopefully knock them back into some sort of useable shape. 

So if anybody in Vauxhall hears a girly scream later, there’s no need for alarm.  It isn’t the looters - it’s just me dipping my nadgers into icy bathwater.

Second run in 10 months tomorrow then... and I predict a chunky improvement already.  Oh yes.  Maybe 6 or 7 minutes quicker for the same 20 mile route, at the same effort?  Watch this space.  Hurrah!

If anybody wants to throw things at me, I’ll be trundling around the edge of Hyde Park in an anticlockwise direction, causing widespread alarm amongst west London’s seismology community.

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In the meantime, I’ll use the spare time to be argumentative, controversial and annoying.  Idle hands, and all that...

Several people seem to think that the targets I set myself in this blog are ridiculously unachievable.  I disagree.  I think you’re using “the average” as a benchmark for ambition.  I think this is just plain wrong.

The average person in the UK now spends 25.3 hours a week watching television (official figures at July 2011).  25.3 hours!  Assuming this unfortunate soul lived to 70, that represents a whopping 10 and a half years of their life slumped staring slack jawed at the chav box.    10 and a half years!

And the US is even worse.  The average American soared past the 10-years-of-your-life mark back in 2007. 

“Ah” you may say “but what if they are watching something worthwhile?

Sorry.  No dice.  If Wikipedia is to be believed, then the most watched television programme in the world, for the past 7 years running, has been... American Idol.

So basically, the average person wastes a huge chunk of their life slouching, brain switched off, staring at sh*t.

If you want to be exceptional at something, anything, whatever it is... then just avoid the average.  You’ve already found yourself an extra 20 hours plus to throw at pursuing it.  Whatever it is.

But I digress.  The above isn’t my point at all.  It’s just a general illustration of the idea that “If everybody does it, it’s probably a waste of time”.  Of why you should always try to avoid the average.

So let’s get 100% relevant.  Let’s look at marathon training programmes. 

I’m old enough to remember the late 1980s.  Actually I’m old enough to remember the early 1970s, but not in a running context.  Anyway.  In the late 1980s, for a marathoner, running 80+ miles a week was considered pretty normal, and a 2:50 marathon wasn’t considered particularly fast. 

Fast forward to today, and to Mr Average member of the “running community”.    Mr Average considers 50 miles a week a bit toppy, and a 3 hour marathon fast.  Very fast.  Actually, so fast as to be practically unachievable for most people.   

Less effort, worse results.  Any correlation?  Well, duh. 

But it’s not just about counting miles.  (Fortunately!)  For a “marathoner” (as opposed to an old school “runner”), the modern training schedules are woefully mis-focussed. 

The 1980s marathon runner had paid his dues.  Moved up through the ranks.  He probably started running track and field events in school, and definitely spent years racing 5k and 10k races first, before graduating to THE BIG ONE. 

Even then, he remained a generalist.  He still wanted to do all the other distances, and was already running (by today’s standards) mega-miles to do them... adding the marathon to his repertoire just meant finding the space in his schedule to put in an extra long run each week.  His training schedule was basically his regular 5k/10k schedule, but with a few extra long bits added.

But for the modern “marathoner”, typically interested in running marathon races well but not so focussed on 5k races etc, how have the training schedules changed?

They haven’t! 

Modern schedules are structured in exactly the same way – only aimed at walkers.  I just looked at three “reputable” sources for training plans, Hal Higdon, Runners World and BUPA – and all three, in all their stages from “beginner” to “advanced”, had more or less half-hearted 5k plans, with a few extra long bits added here and there. 

They aren’t aimed at people who want to run a good marathon.  They are aimed at people who want to be equally sh*t at 1500m, 3k, 5k, 10k, 10 mile, half marathon and marathon!  Not enough effort put in, and that inadequate effort diluted by a complete lack of sensible focus.

But surely, you may argue, the average must be correct here?  How can EVERY expert be so wrong headed?  Surely, they are right, and Collier is the one talking cr*p?  As usual!

Well, no.  First, remember that the modern, inappropriate training schedule is nothing more than an evolution of the 1980s schedule.  What worked just fine as a weekly mix of training efforts for the focussed eighties runner doing 100 miles a week, is pretty appalling for the modern hobbyist doing 30.  Second, we live in a sub-prime, instant-gratification, credit card culture.  People want their dream kitchen NOW, for as little effort as possible.  If Runners World tried to buck the trend and publish proper schedules... well, let’s just say that Hal Higdon and BUPA would suddenly get all the business.  Fashion has (like in most other areas of popular culture) dumbed everything down.  To the level of a microscopically lowest common denominator.

So – it’s easy!

You want to improve your marathon PB from 3:50 to 2:50?  (Or whatever!?).  Just tear up your training schedule and fire your idiot of a coach, then put in an appropriate number of miles, properly focussed with no run less than 20 miles - and within 9 months you’ll be flying.  Piece of cake J

Oh, and make sure you avoid injury, obviously.  Teach yourself to run efficiently.  Take a rest day after every run.  And take an extra one when your quads are hurting.

I shall no doubt elucidate, and illustrate, on how to train properly later, as this challenge progresses.  Or fall apart trying!

Right – off to Tesco for a big bag of ice cubes.  Ciao. 

 
 
Hello. 

My good friend (and prolific blog writer) Scott Ragsdale (over at the ingeniously named www.scottragsdale.com) has on several occasions demanded that I write a blog. 

So, at last, here it is.  Scott, I hope you're happy.

The reason for Scott's enthusiasm was that I used to be a marathon and ultra-marathon runner, with a very committed training routine. 

I am naturally rubbish at sport.  Zero natural talent, and a complete klutz.  But by trial and error and a lot of good luck, I gradually discovered how to train properly for a marathon (and longer).  I pretty much stumbled on a way of training that was just better than what everybody else does.  So much so... that my overall results in races were kind of OK.  Ish.  Sometimes.

Scott thought that this determination, to beat the lousy genetics which Mother Nature had so cruelly cursed me with, might be inspirational to the World At Large.  Or to a small (and I dare say, easily inspired) cross section of the world at large, anyway.

But that was then, and this is now.  I got engrossed in other, time-consuming stuff from last October... and the dedicated training COMPLETELY went out of the window. 

I've done precisely zero exercise of any description for the past 10 months. 

"Letting yourself go" doesn't begin to describe it;  I fired myself off into the far distance, using some form of sturdy Medieval catapult.  And I seem to have landed smack in the middle of a giant Medieval pie mountain.  Which I then ate.

Then last Friday, a guy in a dark suit made a bee-line for me in the street.   He pushed through the crowd, evidently determined to intercept me.  It was like that "Bourne" remake, where Matt Damon was busy so they had to wheel in John Goodman to play the lead.  Dark suit guy headed me off, cornered me, said "Excuse me are you interested in food?", and then pushed a flyer for his new French restaurant into my hand.  This was a sign.  It was time to do some bloody exercise.

A quick check of my creaking and protesting bathroom scales this morning revealed that I have BALLOONED to a whopping 16 stones 9 and a quarter pounds.  For American friends, that's 233.25 pounds.  For metric friends, 105.8 kg.  At 6'1" tall that's not even "overweight" any more.  It's officially "obese"!  Gor blimey. 

So here's the deal.  I will start training TODAY, and log my improvement over the coming months, to illustrate - and prove without any room for reasonable doubt - the following points:

1 Losing 5 stones of excess lard is very easy

2 Modern marathon-specific training programmes are FUNDAMENTALLY INCORRECT**

3 Any able bodied adult can run a sub three hour marathon, on a year's training or less.  Anybody running slower than that is just plain lazy.

Controversial statements?  I hope so.  But true. 

I offer myself as a statistically insignificant unscientific uncontrolled sample of 1, to see what happens.  Either every so-called "running expert" in the world will look like the complete idiots they are... or I will!

Here are my targets

1 Mumbai Marathon (which, it transpires, is actually in Bombay) - 15 January 2012 - quicker than 3 hours 10 minutes.

2 Either Prague Marathon (which is in Prague) or Senart Marathon (in France, somewhere) - both in May 2012 - quicker than 2 hours 55 minutes.

In the interests of full disclosure, I quit smoking three days ago.  I had been on approx a pack of cigarettes a day for the past 6 months. 

Explanations, graphs, inane ramblings and hilarious fat guy "before" photos to follow.

GAME ON!

**see later!