Juneathon – a reflection. Or, What I did on my holidays.

In true occupational therapist stylee, I thought I’d have a proper reflect on Juneathon. Apologies that it’s a bit late, but the limited technology I had didn’t really help matters (sites made of anything more swishy than html make my phone fall over) so I’m afraid that it’s had to wait til we’re back up north to ponder on the whole thing.

Trainers outside tent

The Tent - home of Juneathon days 25-30

What went well?
Two things get equal billing for being the best part of Juneathon. It was either 7.24 on the 30th when I knew that it was over and I could have a lovely rest (and not upset anyone on the campsite with the sight of my sweaty lycra-clad self) or Saturday morning when I found out that I had been lucky enough to win stuff from the very kind people at  Audiofuel. In all honesty, I was chuffed enough to have completed the task – it was only on day 29 that I was 100% convinced that I could do it.  Juneathon has challenged me and my perception of myself as a runner. I’m not as reluctant a runner as I make out, in fact I’ve rather enjoyed the discipline of going out everyday.

Lighthouse

On the last day Juneathon, do not let a loved one persuade you to climb a lighthouse. It is foolish.

I’ve also surprised myself by not getting injured. I’m not the fittest or most well built of people (I click, creak and crunch in various joints and could only be more flat footed if I had flippers), but the only injury that I’ve sustained is a blister on the ball of my right foot. The daft thing is, the blister has nothing to do with Juneathon and everything to do with the ridiculous shoes that I wore to the funeral 3 weeks into Juneathon.

Ladies Walk

Ah. So that's where I've been going wrong

What didn’t go so well?
One of the worries that I’ve had throughout June is the niggling doubt that I’ve not been doing myself any good. In going out every day, have I been sacrificing both quality and quantity (in terms distance)? I still don’t know the answer to that one, I suspect that time will tell when I start trying to improve quality and quantity.  What I do know is that my Garmin tells me that of the 20th fastest runs it’s recorded since I got it last August, 4 were done last September/October, 15 were during  Juneathon and one was when I sent Ginge out with it to prove that he runs way faster than me.

Footpath sign

Footpath signs lead to chaos. Even if the little man on them looks terribly jaunty.

The downside of going on holiday is that I’ve had limited access to other people’s updates and haven’t been able to comment on things as often as I’d have liked to. I was a bit nervous when I saw how big Juneathon was this year, but once again it’s been fantastic to read about other people’s adventures and to have support and encouragement from Proper Runners, many of whom I remain in awe of (I was blushing for days after being name-checked by I Run Because I Love Food). I think I realised how much I valued you all was when my rationed internet access meant that I had the choice of looking at facebook or looking at blogs, and  it was Juneathon what won it.

Donkey

Regularly woken at donkey o'clock

So how will this affect my running?

At a basic level, the week in Kent has taught me the value of running in new places and without music.  My excuses for not running are also looking flimsier (Not enough time/Need a ‘rest day’/Wrong weather/On holiday…). Most importantly, I know that I can do more than I’ve given myself credit for. If I take the discipline of Juneathon and apply it to a more focussed training plan, what could happen? What definitely needs to happen is that I need to be more controlled about my pace. Most of my runs have been 3 miles and I’m tending to set off at a 3mile pace when I should be saving myself for the longer distances (the first half of The Essence of Running’s experience sounds very similar to my issues).

So that’s that – all I need to do now is find a training plan, not ignore it and do my own thing, pace myself nicely and repeat until excellence is achieved.

A huge thank you is due to the unholy trinity of Juneathon – the creator, the protector and the independent adjudicator – for organising this wonderful thing. You’re all fantastic!

Oh, and on the penultimate day of our holiday I did a lovely 6 mile loop through the fields.

Fields. Photo as requested by eirefairy

Day 24/30 – On the last minute from start to finish

This morning has to be a new record – an hour and a quarter between alarm going off and me going out. I’m going to blam pre-holiday giddiness for this (rather than downright reluctance to go out). No matter what happens over the next six days, today was my last morning Juneathon run round the village.

Tomorrow we venture south. Potentially, this is when the wheels will fall off my Juneathon bus as the idea of running during six days of my holiday is a bit grim (I forgot about the holiday when I signed up). However, having reached this point, I’m buggered if I’m going to give up now (also Ginge is proving to be a hard taskmaster and will not let me give up now) and the idea of running in new places is quite exciting. The running may also help to offset my camping sweet tooth and bombay mix habit a bit. Incidentally, I peered into the basket of a thin woman in her gym kit while we were just in tesco – it contained skimmed milk, yoghurt and bananas. I had just hurled my bombay mix and a bottle of vimto into the trolley – I suspect that this may be where I’m going wrong with the diet. On the other hand, I looked a lot smilier than she did.

Half the camping stuff is in the car, I need to pack all of my stuff and it’s just been pointed out that a Juneathon fail at this point would be very embarassing….

PS. I did 3 miles this morning.

Day 23/30 – recovery v2.0

As yesterday, this wasn’t a recovery run in the training regime sense, but neither was it a recovery run in the sitting outside drinking beer all afternoon recovery. Today was a recovery from going to see The Bamboos at Band on the Wall in Manchester. This was very much a night out with the cool kids – lots of Interesting Hair and clothes that you can can only carry off if you’re very young and/or very thin. I am neither, but this didn’t put me off dancing like a loon. I say dancing, it was more of an erratic jig – the heavily pregnant lady at the front (and I mean space hopper up the jumper heavily pregnant) was putting me to shame with her moves. Added to mutton curry and warm chocolate tart, it was a rather awesome night out, especially for a Tuesday, and well worth the achy legs this morning.

I did have the time to go out for a longer run this morning, but was enjoying bed too much so I just did the standard 3 miles. Morning run again tomorrow – the evening will be taken up with doing a big shop for camping and getting the car packed up for our early start on Friday morning. I’m childishly excited!

Day 21/30 – late

The week has not started well. Despite setting my alarm five minutes earlier than usual, it either didn’t go off or or I slept through it. The upshot was that I woke up at half six and eventually dragged myself out at nearly seven.

Two miles, neither fast nor slow.

This week’s Juneathon
Count: 7 Activities
Distance: 26.02 mi
Time: 04:41:09 h:m:s
Elevation Gain: 956 ft
Avg Speed: 5.6 mph
Calories: 3,251 C

And Juneathon all together…
Count: 21 Activities
Distance: 71.06 mi
Time: 12:54:51 h:m:s
Elevation Gain: 3,392 ft
Avg Speed: 5.5 mph
Calories: 8,893 C

Day 20/30 – abandoned in a layby

Very odd running day for me today and another one that wouldn’t have been an actual running day if it wasn’t for Juneathon.

Enjoyed a lie in til 8 and then a leisurely breakfast outside in the sunshine while I waited for my mate to surface (an epic Xbox session for himself and Ginge did not make for an early start). After a bit of basking and minimal amount of housework, he appeared, blinking in the daylight, so we spent a lovely few hours carrying on with the basking, drinking tea and talking about running.

The main result of this was an amazing triangular patch of sunburn on my shin.

I finally went out for my run at about 8.30 when I was thrown out of the car on the way home from some maternal plant watering duties. Three miles from home, it was the return leg of one of my regular there and back agains and it felt very strange setting off from there. I decided to have a better go at some fartlek.

The main result of this was an average pace of 9.44min/miles.

Other good things about this:

  1. This is my fastest ever 3 miles
  2. I saw a Reliant Robin pulling a trailer containing 4 mountain bikes – an awesome sight if ever I saw one
  3. One of my fartlek points was a Reduce Speed Now sign (only following orders guv)
  4. I saw 3 bald sheep whose fleeces had been offered on our local freecycle-type thing. I so wanted those fleeces even though I have no skills or facilities to treat or spin them.

Morning run again tomorrow – a lazy two miles.