So what has been going on since then? Well personally, my attempt at a second Yurrebilla Trail 56km Ultra in September of 2009 was put on hold due to the early arrival of my son, to now be known as V. So as you can see my priorities changed to caring for my family and running has taken a back seat for a while. I did manage to squeeze in the Black Hill Challenge in November of 2009 with my brother, which I will post about later  and I also finished off the Corporate Cup series of 2009.
2010 became a very busy year in my life with work, a baby/toddler and being race director for a marathon. Our two bedroom apartment was closing in very quickly around us, so 2010 also included sale, purchase (well actually it was agree to purchase and then sale) and moving into a new property with plenty of back-yard for the family to run around in. Despite that I aslo managed a few runs here and there with the main events being the City-Bay and Boral Blue Lake Fun Run, both pushing V in a pram. All of these events I will write about shortly. Also in 2010 I invested in (or more like inherited) a bike and have been using that to commute to work alot (except in winter because I value my extremities a little too much) as it is more practical and time efficient then running everyday. Plus now that I have moved further into the foothills there is a nice little incline to get the heart pumping on the way home so that I don’t feel as much like I am taking the easy free-wheeling way out.

So what of 2011? Well son number two is expected in a months time (he shall be known from this time forth as N) so who knows if I will find time to do another entry before 2012. Perhaps I will branch out into non-running related posts as well, I am still pondering that…it is a new year after all.

This year I was going to go all out for a sub sixty 12km. Months of solid marathon training and solid hour long runs at least 3 times a week. I gave myself the best chance by lining up for the start near the head of the non 50 minute cage plebs and eventually we were away through the timing archway. There was no real need to dodge over to the eastern carriageway up King William Street and I made good time to South Terrace before starting the downhill roll to the bay. The weather was relatively kind, warm, sunny, but there was a slight sea breeze which had a nice cooling factor.

I trended along nicely for the first 5k running slightly ahead of schedule, but as things started to warm up my pace started to drift out and after running through the 6k start I stated to lose focus. The time I had up my sleeve I was quickly losing. I hadn’t seen anyone I knew since the start and I was struggling big time to lock on to any pace setters and as the time got away from me, so did the confidence. I had to give myself a kick up the arse at the 3km to go mark and managed an unofficial 10km PB through the 2km to go mark. With Glenelg now insight and a sub sixty run almost out of reach I tried to lift over the last two kilometres, but sprinting down Jetty Road is both tough and dangerous as the road narrows, you have tram tracks to deal with and people start darting everywhere.

Final time was 1hr58seconds, not a sub 60 time and also not a PB. I felt like I still had plenty left shortly after that final dash, leaving a bit of a hollow regret. I guess for next time I should actually start doing some speed training of some sort, getting my body used to rockin’ along at my desired pace because I know the fitness is there.

I only scored  31 (out of 40) points for last runs improvement, so this week I set Gary to 36 minute pace (1 minute improvement) and set off to keep him in sight. There was no marathon the Sunday before this time, but I did go for my first bike ride in…well more than 5 years…on Sunday and found quite a few muscles in my legs that apparently aren’t used to run with.

Apart from this general soreness, which I tried to six with an active recovery 10k session yesterday morning, I put in a faster than normal first kilometer warm-up as I new I was getting close to my pace limit on this run. Surprisingly when that first kilometer was over and I glanced down at Gary, I was 30m ahead of him.

The weather was surprisingly warm for 7am in the morning at this time of year (20°C I’d hazard a guess) and I set the cruise control over the ups and downs around Frome Rd. My cruise was a little too slow this time and Gary had caught up by the turn around, but with a little boost off the turn around and again belting down under Frome Road, I was back out to a 40m lead.

I had to concentrate to stay on pace for the remainder of the run with a few rises and sharp turns and it felt like I was running at about 85-90% capacity, but I made it. Official time 35min58secs.

The next run is the Wednesday after Yurrebilla Trail 56km Ultra, so I think I might use that as a recovery run, however Run 6 I will be going for 100% effort. Will that equate to a sub 35minute time? Only time will tell, but I think I may need more than Gary to hold the right pace…I will need a real pacer.

I obtained maximum points (40) for last week’s run, so I was out for another steady improvement this morning to keep the points flowing. Following the marathon on Sunday, it took my legs 4 kilometres to eventually warm up on my regular Tuesday morning 11k run so I was conscious that it was going to take a little extra effort to run my goal time of 37 minutes for run 3 and was going to be extra hard to judge pace from perceived effort.

To help (and no, of course I don’t consider it cheating) I decided to enlist the services of Garmy’s “Virtual Training Partner” (let’s call him Gary). I set the distance to 7 km and the time to 37 minutes and set off. Wow! the legs were feeling surprisingly fresh, not springy but fresh. I ignored Garmy for the first kilometre as I settled into the run and warmed up a little and then glanced down. Not bad, only 16m behind. One of my team mates overtook me then and I drafted off him for a little while to increase my pace a little and then found that I was 25m ahead of Gary.

Carefully I set the autopilot and went into cruise control. Running down the ramp under Frome Rd my lead over Gary stretched out to 40m, but back up to the uni footbridge it settled back down to 30m. As I ran over the weir to start the home stretch, I switched the Garmin view to elapsed time and then began the yoyo running style of – “I’m going too fast, better slow down”…”Oh no I am not going to make it! SPRINT!”…”Ok, there is the finish line, I am going to make it, slow down”. After all that I recorded a time of 37 minutes flat. Perfect.

Next time I will try not to run a marathon before hand.

My second attempt at the Adelaide Marathon, or any marathon for that matter. The first was back in 2007 and I think I am a much different runner now…and a wiser one. The 2007 marathon was an – out too fast, crawl home on your knees affair to be forgotten, well not forgotten, learned from.

The goal for this year was not to have a repeat performance, aiming for about 4hr15mins or 6 min/k pace.

A decent crowd (read close to 300) started the marathon at Santos Stadium with half a lap of the tartan track and then a full loop around the outside of the stadium before heading in the general direction of Glenelg along the old railway line. I settled into a smooth rhythm and seemed to find myself 20 m off the back of a rough group of 8 or 9 other runners zeroed in on 6 min/k pace. It stayed like that all the way to Glenelg North, but as we dog legged around to do a lap of the lake I started moving through the group. I don’t think I increased my pace at all, they all just appeared to slow as we got passed 15k  and I ended up on the foreshore out in front.

On the coast the wind was gusting from the West, off the sea, which was swollen and lapping at the rocks at a very high tide under a dull grey sky. I really enjoyed the wildness of the foreshore this year, especially as the wind was not blowing in my face and instead buffeted me from the side. I was still on pace and ran through halfway in 2hr8mins, 5 minutes slower than 2007, and 2 minutes slower than my ideal pace, but hey, I was still feeling fresh in the legs.

Crossing over the Torrens and heading toward Grange, I was met head on with the mid pack of the marathon and half marathon. I lost a bit of concentration here, as I was saying hi to every runner I knew (which is quite a lot now) and getting some high fives…the pace increased a little as I sped up to look strong for the runners returning from Grange, puffing out the chest and putting on a stupid grin. Luckily it was only a kilometer before the outward course diverted to the city side of the dune, but I had made up some of the time I had lost to be back on 6min/k pace.

As usual, this section dragged on, with the only entertainment being joking with and encouraging the runners I was reeling in and overtaking and greeting all the wonderful marshals. All the while I was straining my eyes to see if the next street sign said Terminus Street or if the cones continued passed the next round-a-bout. So it was with great relief that I eventually rounded terminus street and climbed back up over the now concrete and bitumen dune to the beach and started the journey back to Santos Stadium.

Halfway back to the Torrens the rain started, it was only light, and was rather refreshing, even if it was whipping in off the sea. The rain didn’t last long and I was still making slow and steady progress through the field but starting to fade a touch. To my relief, I spotted George and Jane in the distance as I started down the Torrens giving me someone I knew to chase. That provided stimulus for at least a couple of kilometers as I zeroed in but after catching them I ran out of steam. There was no stopping me this time but the pace slipped a little more.

After a brief bathroom break, I seemed to find new determination to see this thing out and set about counting down the kilometres to go. I was quite surprised at how out of breath I was, given how slow the pace was, when I walked through the last water station and tried to have a drink of water. Running the last stretch through Thebarton, passing all the struggling runners, now walking, walk/running or slow shuffling their way back to Santos Stadium was great for the confidence. I felt their pain, only two years ago I was there, but today I was running the right race strategy and I was going to make it to the finish in one piece.

Then I finally turned onto Henley Beach Road and sputtered toward the home stretch. My fuel tank was empty and I was faced with the fiercest urge to take a non-drink station walk break. Luckily, once I had staggered across James Congdon drive the temptation passed because I could taste the finish (or was that the salt ecrusted on my face?). Running on empty now I willed myself to the finish line, once again puffing out the chest and trying to appear strong and in control as I ran around the track finishing in 4hr18mins  to the cheers of fellow runners and spectators.

Finally a solid run.

After the timing malfunction last week, I knew to get close to maximum points for run 2, all I had to do was run the same time for a 60 second improvement. I arrived at 6:30am and got straight into it after jogging a little from the carpark. Obviously the early morning start was a little too much for some Life Be In It staff as the first two signs directing people on different routes over bridges were wrong causing havock to some runners who were obviously still drowsy. No problem for us 7km runners as we just keep running till the end.

I wasn’t trying to push the pace and wasn’t interested in looking at my watch either, I just dawdled along at what ever pace I felt like. It was all too easy.

Boy did I get a shock when, with 1km to go I finally looked at my watch and realised…Ooops…I have 5 minutes to get to the end to run the same time as last week. Time to Boogie. The legs were a little slow to respond, but after some ducking and weaving across the weir they brought me home in a 4:45 split to stop the clock without any dramas this week at 37min49sec.

My goal for post marathon runs is to get down to 35mins, but it is a testing little course, so it will take a gut busting run to get there.

For this first up baseline run, I was aiming in my head for 40 minutes…that would give me a good 5 minutes to slowly knock off down to, what I see as my goal time of 35 minutes. With this goal in mind and the tendency to run a little faster when there are other people around, I tried to take the spring out of my legs by running 37km on Sunday and 12km relatively hard yesterday. It seemed to work.

Another change this year was from lunch time running to 6:30am running (my preferred time). The route itself is quite an annoying one with about half a dozen short sharp rises and tight turn-a-rounds (due to track maintenance on the Zoo section), but I felt like I gave a pretty even effort over the entire 7km.  My legs definitely didn’t have any spring in them, but rather moved on muscle memory, propelling me around the Torrens with a solid amount of effort. Every time my concentration started to slip, the legs would take over and slowly increase the speed. I had to quickly remind myself to just take it easy and not push too hard, shoulders back, breathe deeply and relax.

I crossed the finish line in 38:15 according to Garmy, but after staring at the finishing time LCD display for a while I realised my time wasn’t coming up, so I had to wander back to the finish and scan my RFID tag for an official time of 39:XX. Now that is something to work with.

The last time I completed the 30km River Run (2007) I ran the first half at desired marathon pace of 6 min/k and then ramped up the speed on the return leg because I was feeling good finishing in 2hr56mins. This year my goal marathon pace is 5:42 min/k or 4hrs, but I knew that that would be a tough run and what I really needed was a confidence boosting run.

Standing on the starting line I was still uncertain as to what pace I was going to be aiming for, so just went with the flow. I tried to control my pace down a little, so I wasn’t going out too hard, but I didn’t really look at my watch all that much.

In the group of runners I was running in, there was quite  a bit of surging and slowing down, so much so that I don’t really know if it was me, them, or a combination of both doing all the surging. That first ten kilometers through Thebarton out to Lockley’s really set the scene for the final 20km. My legs were already tired, and my mind was constantly thinking about the pair of runners I was wearing, which had over 1000km on them. (I bought a new pair on Friday but haven’t worn them yet). This is where I lost the plot. The mental battle was over and I  had lost.

I pushed on, 10km in 57 minutes and I was running my goal marathon pace and still running strongly. I passed a couple of other runners having a bad day and with 2.5km to go to the turn around the lead 30km runners went passed the other way looking fresh as a daisy. Great. But at least the next 4km went by quickly with the distraction of the rest of the field running by to keep me on target.

Heading for the finish back along the Torrens I set my sights on some familiar faces bobbing up and down along the track up ahead, trying to find a rhythm. I caught one then two, but I was hanging on by a thread, mentally speaking. With 7km to go the thread severed. My left foot, particularly the achilles had been troubling me for 3km and I slowed to a walk with disappointment strewn across my face.

Now the floodgates opened and I struggled home with a few walking breaks thrown in, fighting hard the urge to cut back across the weir and DNF. I did manage to shuffle out 2km uninterrupted to the finish when I saw another regular SARRC runner struggling more than me in the distance, didn’t catch him though. So much for a confidence building run. After a final 7km dominated by thoughts of marathon failure I am going to need to get in some seriously good training runs over the next month to rekindle a bit of spirit. The 2hr59min time has caused me to rethink my marathon strategy and re-align my goalposts, I will now be aiming for 6min/k and hang on.

Now with three months to go until my second marathon…what am I going to do differently to improve my time?

For starters I am going to run a different race plan (ok, ok, I mean stick to my race plan), which will hopefully mean that I can run out the 42.2km, rather than walk the last 10.

I feel like I am not running as much as I did in 2007, though my log would seem to indicate that totals are about the same. I don’t think I am putting in the same number of runs, they are just on average longer.

The biggest difference by far is the quality of the runs. This year I am running them faster and harder then in 2007 and it is to this that I contribute most of my faster times so far.

My weight is about the same as it was in 2007. I have tried to get it down, but to no avail…I like food.

What I want to do now, while there is still 3 months to go, is build from my 2 halves and the 28km Pioneer Women’s Trail Run this month and get in a lot more 30+ kilometer runs than in 2007. If I can get 2 of those in during the month of June I will be 2 ahead of 2007. Add to that 2 four hour long runs in July and I will be smashing my PB come August.

I wasn’t filled with much confidence of a good time in the lead up to my second Barossa Half Marathon. For some reason I had an overwhelming feeling of failure, or was it lardiness?

Never the less I lined up at the start line at the more civil time of 9am, half heartedly ready to give my all. Time for a new game plan. Time to learn something different.

I picked someone out, a rabbit if you will, someone to chase from the start. My target…the six foot man…well he really isn’t six foot (I would say not even 5 foot) but he does like to wear his six foot singlets. I knew Kym ran less than 1hr50min at the Greenbelt HM, so if I chased him from the start I would be in line for a good time.

No more of this – start out slow, bring it home strong – for me today. The gun went off and I moved along at a decent clip, trying not to let Kym out of my sight. Down the finish straight and on towards the first hill. By the top of the hill I was level with Kym, but never again.

I stretched out the legs, letting my long legs do all the work down the hill and came up the other side already struggling to keep up the pace as we rounded the corner into the finish straight for the second time.

  At the next drink station I took a longer than usual walk break while I sipped some water. I was losing touch with Kym and was in hurt town big time. Over the next lap and a half I had to give myself a stern talking to on many occasions, and the urge to walk was become overwhelmingly strong, the more I struggled on.

I was sure every time I heard footsteps behind me that it was other SARRC runners, about my speed, running me down. I was fading badly, and yet still catching people every now and then.

By 2km to go, only a couple of runners had actually passed me and I was pushing harder then ever with a 76 years young gentleman I had never beaten before running alongside.  He stopped for a walk and I pushed on, urging my legs to punch out just 500 more metres as I was sure I could hear people sprinting up behind me.

With a final burst, some high fives for Colsy and Cakeboy and a bit of silly arm waving, I ran down the finish chute, to finish in an unofficial time of 1hr54min22sec. A hard fought course PB (8 minute PB to be precise) and my second fastest HM time (after the Greenbelt earlier this month).

I was disappointed the rain held off, I could have done with some cooling off on that last lap.