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Today I decided to see if I could run at a decent pace. Turns out I can, just not for long. After having a list of stuff that I wanted to do I knew that I did need to get a run in. Feeling rather pleased with my “jobbing around” I took the initiative to go mid afternoon. Well I’d like to think that’s how it went, the truth of the matter is that it looked like it wasn’t going to rain in the next half hour so that swayed the decision. The usual performance began. I spend more time choosing what to run in than I do for a night out. Shorts that weren’t going to rub me up the wrong way, my faithful base layer and a tee shirt. I took out my headphones and there was my heart rate monitor, so off with the tee shirt and base layer then the nervousness of fastening it around my chest, no other reason than it’s bloody cold. 

Having had days to mess about with setting up my garmin I decided now was the best time to program my zones. Bugger now to go find the calculator, found it. Then the moment of enlightenment when you remember there is one on the phone that’s sat staring at you. 

212 is my maximum heart rate. I found this out during a lactic threshold test a couple of years ago. It plays hell with works step test but that’s a different story. My fingers dance across the calculator like a stockbroker, after hitting the wrong keys I decide to stop dancing a just press the buttons. Now time to put it into the garmin. So by this point I was in zone 4 with frustration. I managed to get it configured, quick look out the window. Ok we’re good to go. 

I walked out the door, instantly regretting the tee shirt, sweating like a fool I pressed my headphones in and set off the garmin and headed off. 

New playlist thumping down my ears I started running, I watched my heart rate rise as my pace got quicker. Before I knew it I was in zone 4 at 9:20 pace, I couldn’t hear my breathing over my music. Probably for the best because I then try to control it and make a hash of it, resulting in forgetting to breath altogether. Now Metallica are shouting at me, this is great I feel strong legs are working well pace is good. So why at this point does my mind wander and I think “wonder how much it would hurt if I went over on my ankle now” why on earth would I be thinking this? The answer is simple “Lots” but I sure as hell don’t want to find out. Coming up to 2 miles I have told myself that’s my cut off for today. I stop my watch and walk the last bit home. My watch has great pleasure in telling me I’ve beat my PB so today was a good day.

Shopping 
After the dreadful experience of shopping for a new pair of trainers last week I decided to give retail another go. I got in touch with DW Sports who said they could fit me in. I headed over to their Bangor store and made my way to their running department. The shop and staff were inviting. Again a welcomed change to have some one actually ask if the could help opposed to having to hunt them down. We headed over to the treadmill with a nice screen in front, this would be great at home but would probably either be a divorce in the making or an elaborate cloths horse. We discussed what brand I was interested in and like every thing else in life I wanted that brand because it’s what I’m use to. Kind of like the Apple, Samsung debate before Samsung decided to stop selling phones and replace them with pocket sized thermal nuclear reactors. Asics please I asked. I was directed to the tread mill. I began running whilst looking at my feet. Yep already I’m trying to control what my feet are doing without being ejected out the back of the treadmill like a YouTube failure. After I had been recorded the assistant showed me on the screen what he was looking for. Turns out I’m a neutral runner. Not meaning my feet have no political preferences rather I don’t need padding under the outside or inside of my shoe. There is all posh names for this like pronation and such but if your that interested in getting that deep into it google it or go visit people who know about it. The shop assistant got a selection of different styles off the shelf. I hadn’t tried on that many shoes since I was in school choosing shoes for the new school year. I picked the ones that felt the most comfortable. Went back on the treadmill for my star performance again. Nailed it. Feet looked good there were two of them. He used the screen again to shop a slow motion replay of my running. Turns out it was my race pace so he sped it up to get a realistic look at it. 

Now unfortunately they didn’t have my size in store but to be honest I didn’t worry myself, the assistant put all the info on a card so I could order them online with them and have them delivered. At this point I could go off and just order them from anywhere but because of the service received I will get them from DW Sports and when they arrive I will let you all know what I got.

Life changes

After having a TV In the bedroom since I was about 8 I took the decision this week to take it out. Over the past few months I’ve come to realise that I would go to bed turn it on and proceed to watch rubbish until the small hours for no reason other than habit. So in an attempt to get better sleep and read more that’s why this drastic step was taken. Although I am writing this a midnight but that’s just finer details.

Why do I train?
Because at times your own company and thoughts are the best companion.