I promised those of you who committed your well earned money to this fund raising effort a little peak into my past and that is what this post is about(there are photos throughout the blog too and I believe you can click on them to see larger versions). Of course it is not my entire past but just a peak into my sporting, and injury past, mainly since I went to university in 1993. I hope that you do not find this post too boring… Before I share a bit of my past life I want to say a massive thanks to you all again. I am now almost at 2500 pounds which leaves me just 500 pounds short of my original target (the stretch target might soom be making an appearence). You are all heroes in my eyes and I really want to say a BIG BIG THANK YOU AGAIN! This week I have had donations from the UK, Germany, The USA, Sweden, Finland, Canada, Scotland (that’s for you Larry), Australia, France, Russia and Switzerland to add to those from many other parts of the world last week.
A passion?It may surprise those of you who have only really got to know me over the past few years but running was never a passion of mine but sports was especially until I was around 25. I did run at school for sports days but frankly I hated doing almost anything as an individual when younger and running was one of those things. I would happily run around a football (soccer) pitch with a set of friends and team mates though as that was my passion. Those of you who have got to know me in the last 2 years when I have really got the running bug might be surprised by this…
My passion throughout life has undoubtedly been football and over many years of playing for many teams, and in my free time with friends whenever I could, I got to be a reasonable player. I love football so much that I got myself qualified as a coach and as a referee along the way too (both qualifications have since lapsed) just so I could be involved even more. At university I was playing for a semi-professional team known as Hall Road Rangers, playing for the university Team, playing in the halls of residence team and coaching the university ladies football team. I probably was spending 4 or 5 days every week training, playing or coaching some sort of football.
To the extent that you run at football (mainly in training more than the games) I would run but it is not the same as the running I do today but there was no doubt I was pretty fit. After two years at university I stopped coaching the ladies team and playing for the university to concentrate on studying (that's my story and I am sticking to it) and it was then I got addicted to Ten-Pin bowling… but that is another story!
University Womens Team I Coached. Middle Row.. 2nd from right as you look at it.

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University Mens Team I Played On. Front Row 2nd from right as you look at it.

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Moving to HeidelbergIn 1997 I finished university and I moved out to Heidelberg, Germany as a very young 63/64kg (that is an important number) youngster starting my working life at SAS where I remain today. I was pretty lucky on my arrival as a colleague of mine by the name of Anton Fuchs was playing for a local team known as Neckargerach. After getting international clearance (seriously… it was needed because of having played for Hall Road Rangers) I started training and playing with the team. Playing football in Germany is certainly different to playing it in England. For a start I needed to learn to scream when fouled.... even if I was not hurt as no scream = no foul. Secondly I needed to learn a different style of play which was generally slower with more emphasis on tactics and skill. I was never the guy who could do 200 “keep me uppies” but I was generally pretty good at passing with both feet, not too slow over the ground and very good at crossing the ball – I also poses a mean shot and love to take penalties. The first 18 months with Neckagerach are some of the best I have had in sport even though it was tough given I could not speak German at the start meaning that on a lot of the training exercises everyone had a head start and I got to do a lot of extra press-ups and other training fines.
It was while playing for Neckargerach that I first learnt to Ski on a legendary 2nd pre-season (after the Christmas winter break) training and ski trip. I was pretty crap at skiing and I remember being on the flat slope (:-)) before people lost patience and the black slope became my enemy. That is a story worth telling too so ask me if you run into me. The ski trips were more about drinking, team building and skiing than training though and I still can sing along to many schlager songs today!
Neckargerach Football Team I played with
Front row 4th from left as you look at it

Alas.. it was after a ski trip (not with the football team I might add) that things started to go wrong with my football life. I managed to damage my knee meaning I had to have some surgery to repair the meniscus. That injury (thanks to Thomas Chrillesen by the way that collected me after the surgery and collected my lovely purple crutches I still have to this day - PURPLE.. what were you thinking?) was the start of the end of my time at Neckargerach as I fell out with the coach, while coming back from that injury, and my football playing days for a club in Germany came to an end. I needed to find something to fill my time and it was about that time my first 2 inspirational running buddies appeared on the scene in Maunie Neal and Jason Leuhrs. This was back in 2001/2002. There was another person giving me great encouragement in Bengt Bengtsson but I'll bring him to the blog later!
Maunie and Jason – The original running buddiesJason - No picture of him running found.. so one with a beer will do :-)
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Maunie and I egged each other on and I think we dragged Jason along for the ride mostly after a lot of beers and bravado.
It started out with a BergLauf (hill run) in Dossenheim in which I managed to beat Maunie and where Jason managed to just beat the Ambulance bringing up the rear and the 80 year old practically walking up the hill. Of course Maunie was convinced that was a fluke so we then took on a 10km and I managed to beat Maunie again, I think Jason wimped out of the 10km with some nonsense about his knees.
Maunie upped the stakes and we (Maunie, Jason and I) went for it in the Heidelberg Half Marathon in 2002. To be honest the fact we reached a half marathon was pretty amazing as together we probably sustained a few bars in Heidelberg and you would not think of us as runners. As far as I know this was the first half marathon we ever did and Maunie came in with a respectable 1:51 and Jason with an also respectable 2:14 (although complaining of having destroyed his knees). By some miracle I finished in 1:44 (a time I have never beaten incidentally in subsequent Heidelberg Half Marathons although the route was not the normal one that year).
In true form Maunie then upped the stakes again and suggested we go for a Marathon. I thought he was nuts but male pride was at stake and I agreed. Jason could not be persuaded ;-). Maunie and I trained together for the Marathon in Karlsruhe in November of 2002. To my horror Maunie destroyed me in that race finishing in 4:22 compared to my 4:29… I remember that marathon so much as I was in a lot of pain during it and at the end could not walk. A lot of Kudos went to Maunie for beating me but frankly I think we were both just happy to reach the end!
Of course those of you who know me also know that I am a competitor and I felt like I just had not performed on the day … so I tried to get into the London Marathon and registered myself for the Paris Marathon as a backup. As I did not get into the London Marathon in 2003 I ran the Paris Marathon finishing in 4:06. I was pretty pleased with that to be honest although I fell just short of my 4 hours target. The main thing was I beat Maunies time not that he was bothered :-)
Karlsruhe Marathon 2002

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My Paris Number I Still Have!
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The LessonA week later while playing football with the SAS guys I took off on a sprint after a ball and totally ripped my right hamstring. I guess the lesson is to trust the books when they say give your body 6 weeks to recover – I promise to be a good couch potato after London 2011…
After a period out with that injury I got back to playing football with the SAS guys and slightly-tore my left hamstring. I was just coming back from that when I went over on my ankle. As I crawled off the pitch in pain and went home in pain nursing what I thought was just a sprained ankle I remember my good buddy Davy Rowland calling me “a big girls blouse” and some other words not appropriate for this family blog. The ankle injury turned into a 16 month nightmare really as I could walk on it (but it would swell up every day) but I could not run on it and non-one could find out why.
Eventually after several different types of scans they discovered I had broken it… it only took them 12 months to find that out… after an operation to fix that a number of months followed when the ankle was so weak I would sprain it even when walking as it gave way often without warning (Brett Colley can probably remember me almost taking a total random of a stranger down to the pavement in New York when I had one of my customary ankle failures at the England vs. Columbia football game at the Giants Stadium having watched England vs. The USA in Chicago at Soldier Field..).
Eventually I got past that and a period of laziness begun that combined with the injuries and an exuberant social life had seen me climb to 92kg in weight.. a again of nearly 30kg in 5 years … It was now October 2008 and I will pick my running life up from there in a future blog. With what I have just shared you now know what my running background was and the history of my 2 previous marathons as well as my rise to fatness. Clearly it is easier to be running those sorts of races when you are already fit and after putting on so much weight getting going again is never easy!
Recap of my training over the last week Returning to the training for the London Marathon 2011 this week has been a good one training wise even if the dropping temperatures mean going outside is not on the top 10 tings you would ever choose to do on a day.
Having done the 31km run on Sunday 14th, which I mentioned in the last blog, I took Monday 15th off as a rest day and then on Tuesday 16th I headed out and did 14.2km with Oscar in tow (freezing!!!), Wednesday 17th 10km, Thursday 18th (no run... too busy with work) and on Friday 19th I did 12km with Oscar in tow. On Saturday 20th I got my second long run in covering 29km although a bit slower than the pace of the 31km of last week. That means I have covered just over 65km this week and that I am now up to 160km for the month of November so far. I am writing this on Sunday having had a nice relaxing day recovering. I hope you all had a great weekend!