Sometimes I think to myself that I haven’t always lived a life full of adventure! And this week I was told by someone at work that I am very humble!
I’ve got a decent grasp of the English language (I think). I’m sure this blog is full of annoying grammatical errors but that’s another story – I don’t mean it to be perfect.
I knew what humble meant but I was intrigued to look it up nonetheless…
Humble – having or showing a modest or low estimate of one’s importance.
Maybe I am modest, maybe I am humble.
Maybe this week is an example of a life that is full of adventure…
Monday was spent travelling to Larnaca in Cyprus for a work trip. I was staying in Limassol which is a lovely beach resort.
Usually crowded with tourists when in season it was eerily quiet except for a Serbian? football team that was staying in the same hotel. Were they not bored? They seemed to do a lot of lazing about. Then again maybe I should do more lazing about.
I’ve approached this year in a much more positive and organised manner, both at work and with my running.
I’ve been listening to and bingeing on self help. I think I need it, I’m a self confessed stress head, worrier, doom monger.
These last two years have been awful for my tendency to see the glass half empty.
With what’s been going on at home in the UK and in the world, and the narrow focus on the negative that social media invariably provides my glass has been emptied.
Sometimes you can only change if you say “enough is enough”.
Less Social Media, more self development.
It started with the late great running coach Frank Horwill. He said tell yourself that you will enjoy today when you get out of bed every day. He said tell yourself you will help someone today as you leave the house.
It got me thinking – why have I spent a life self absorbed, with an inward focus on myself? Am I being too hard on myself, am I really that selfish?
Then a strange illness on Boxing Day 2016 and an unplanned Netflix session. I watched a documentary about Tony Robbins, the US based self help guru. I’m not sure why I watched it. I must admit I found it mostly cringe worthy. But in a strange way it planted a seed in my mind and it has led to a real change in my outlook and therefore my life.
The seed turned into getting up a bit earlier and starting a routine. Do the Frank Horwill “chants” but also listen to Tony Robbin’s on YouTube and keep notes in a journal.
That led to Jim Rohn and Jim Rohn has changed my life…
One of the many things it has made me do is plan better. Jim Rohn said don’t start the day until it’s finished, don’t start the week until it’s finished and don’t start the month until it’s finished.
So I’ve been planning my days, weeks and months in advance. What I’ll do at work, with my running and other stuff. It’s also got me thinking about helping more people less fortunate than myself but maybe more about that in another blog.
Back to Cyprus.
One of my big excuses with my running has been a resentment about my work travel getting in the way. Invariably it’s tiring and puts a spanner in the works and I’ve let it do so.
But with the Jim Rohn philosophy (things will only change if you change, no excuses etc.) I’ve been much better at getting it done.
And how rewarding it was to get out early in Cyprus and run along the miles of coastline.
On Tuesday I was up at the crack of dawn for 8 miles. Wednesday another 10k. Thursday I ran with a bit more intensity, 6 miles in less than 39mins.
Things are clicking into place fitness wise. I have a bit of a niggle in the right leg but it’s an issue I’ve had before and I know I can deal with it.
On Thursday evening/Friday morning I flew back home with a stayover in Heathrow.
My mind moved forward to Saturday’s North East Harrier League cross country race. From shorts and t-shirts in Cyprus to a freezing mud bath at Thornley Hall farm. My life’s definitely not boring!
Waking up on Saturday morning I was tired from the travel. But I’m determined not to let my negative side beat me. I could easily have pulled out. But I know now that unconfidence is not doing things you can do. Jim Rohn said that. Simple but true.
If I pulled out because I felt tired, had a niggle or whatever other excuse I could muster it would have been the beginning of a downward spiral of a self defeating mindset.
So off I went, thinking how am I going to get round in one piece?
Getting to the venue it wasn’t obvious how muddy the course was. It was muddy, but the worst of the water logged parts were well out of sight.
I never usually wear a heart rate monitor for XC but it helped to keep me calm this time. I told myself I’d run the first two laps in threshold (~170-180bpm for me) and then build intensity on the last lap.
This meant going off very steady and it seemed like a large portion of the medium pack was flying off a head. I kept on assuredly. It was very quickly obvious how bad conditions were and it was unwise to go off too hard.
And it wasn’t too long until I was making up places and we quickly started to get passed the slower slow packers who had had a 2min 30s head start.
Even just working in threshold wasn’t comfortable though, the ground so bad underfoot. But I was going along OK for the first one and a half laps.
It was the kind of day where people were dropping out at various stages. The best thing to do when someone drops out is smile, even if it’s just inside. Not wishing injury on them but it means another place made up. But a sense of jealousy was also easy to feel in the circumstances. The wind was picking up and the rain was getting heavier. Seemingly the course was getting harder to tackle with every minute that passed.
Cross country hurts and the quicker it is over the better. But this time every step was harder, every mile slower than normal.
And disaster! Out of nowhere a stitch. Back at school I got a strange enjoyment out of stitches. But not today. I knew that breathing deeply was the cure. Easier said than done.
It felt like about 5 to 10mins before the stitch subsided. And onto the last lap…
The plan was to really push it last lap, well into tempo and working the heart rate as high as possible.
But it was survival mode. The Fast Pack were coming through one by one and the Slow Pack were a rarer commodity as the field began to thin out.
Just keep going.
As the tiredness really took hold footing became hard and harder. I felt like the innov8 mud claws were powerless. And at times they felt like they had a whole football pitch of mud attached to them!

The wind was blowing hard now, rain into face. There’s only so much you can wish it was over. Sometimes a smile is all that will do! To be alive!
With about a quarter of the last lap to go I focussed hard. And finished it off.
At the finish line I felt an unbelievable lift. A real sense of achievement. Was it my best race ever? No. Was it my best XC result? No. Was I buzzing? Yes!
Until I caught my breath and felt the pain in my right lung and right leg!
I could barely breath and my lower right leg was throbbing.
But the little matter of getting out of the soaking, muddy kit and the car out of field…
Driving home with Michael Hedley it was good to have a laugh about how mad we are spending a Saturday afternoon in a freezing mud bath. But I love XC…and the car slid out of the farmers field with no need for a push at all.
And my focus now turns to working out how much damage I’ve done to the right leg…