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Day 327 – Feeling a little cheated

Day 327 – Feb 8th

My intentions to get to bed early haven’t been going well, I’m slipping back into old ways again, and not getting enough sleep. Still, it’s an old habit, and they die hard, I’ll just keep trying again, every day.

Last night was another example of not getting to bed early enough, and I was kicking myself again when the alarm went off in the morning. It’s too late by then though, all you can do, as I do every morning, is promise to try harder that evening.

I really wanted to get three gym sessions in this week, my chest was fine after the last run, and I was keen to get back in this evening. Sure, I was a little tired, but I always am in the morning. I wouldn’t be going to the gym until the girls were in bed, so I had plenty of time to find some energy from somewhere. Failing that, I’d just go on a Friday night instead… but really, who wants to spend Friday evening in the gym?

As it turned out, I was feeling good by the time the girls were in bed, I packed my bag and off I went. I started with the usual 10 minute warm up on the exercise bike to get my muscles warmed up and my heart pumping, and I was still feeling good. Onto the treadmill, my new playlist was on to keep me motivated, and I was off. Five minutes in, feeling good, ten minutes and still fine, fifteen minutes and I am feeling really positive. I’d lost myself in the music and I was in the zone!

When I am running for long periods I never look at the big picture, I always break the run down and make my targets smaller. If I am running for 50 minutes, my first goal is to get to 10 minutes, then I’ll give myself a little “well done” in my head and treat myself to a quick drink before focusing on getting to 20 minutes. These 10 minute goals are easier to focus on and make the whole run less daunting.

I was now at 18 minutes and noticed a twinge in my heel. I’ve suffered with a problem in my heel, linked to the tendon since September. Some orthotic insoles have really helped, but it’s always worse the day after a run. I’d felt it this morning, but figured that it would be okay, it turned out that my fears that I hadn’t rested enough were right. Just a minute or so later and I am in considerable pain. I’d considered pushing on and running through it, a common runners fault, but this pain was telling me to listen to my body. I was struggling to even keep on running to reach the 20 minute mark. There was no way I was going to make 50 minutes, or even half distance.

My goal is to be easily running 90 minutes and looking to increase my pace, ahead of the half marathon I’m training for in May. This was a set back I could really do without, but pushing on was only going to make things worse. I had to accept the sad truth that regardless of how good I was feeling, I was done for today, and I’d probably need to give my heel at least a weeks rest… if not longer! No runner likes to give up, especially when they have a goal, something big to train for, but today I was beaten. It was fairly crushing, I felt like I was on such good form.

The worst bit about it? Not knowing if it’s going to be a few days rest, or a few weeks before I’m running again!

Fingers crossed!

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Race day! Its here! My training was nowhere near enough, but it was too late to worry about it now. I woke up feeling good, and had my to-do checklist to tick off, which was a pretty exclusive list as I don’t like to leave things to chance on race day, it even included what I was having for breakfast and what time I needed to eat it by, so that toilet calls don’t become an issue half way through the run. I was very prepared for the run in terms of things I needed to remember on the morning, I just wish I’d put in a bit more training. Initially I was coaching a friend of mine to complete her first half marathon, having only ever done a 10k race before, the half marathon is a very different beast. We took to my favourite haunt for running, the reservoir and practised week after week, but with a very tight deadline we were only focused on the distance, and we didn’t have any time to do much work on the speed. At the end of the day, she had exactly the same goal on her first half marathon that I did… to get to the end and finish it! So on that note, the only goal we really had to worry about was the distance anyway, as the speed work wasn’t too much of an issue. With everything ready I headed out and parked the car in a place where I wouldn’t get stuck when it was time to leave, and made the walk down Broad St towards the start line, although I did turn it into a bit of a jog to warm myself up a little. Talking of weather, the sky was blue and the sun was shining, this was all rather unexpected, as the weather app on my phone had previously been suggesting showers for today when I checked it earlier in the week, and even heavy rain at one point!

When the glaxon finally went off and it was time to cross the start line, everyone shoots off at great speed and there is an instinct to keep up with them, and get swept away in the excitement. I knew to hold back, and knew that I’d be seeing some of these people again very soon as I passed them walking or hobbling along a little further down the road… which I did! The runners started to thin out a bit and it all became a little easier then, when you aren’t tripping over the person in front of you. I was still warming up by mile 2 and by mile 3 I could feel that I was getting into a bit more of a rhythm. although at mile 4 they had adjusted the course slightly and added a new hill to it… you know, just in case it wasn’t hilly or challenging enough already! We reached Cadbury World and went around it to head back down the Pershore Rd passing the 7 mile marker on the way and feeling good that I was over halfway. I could feel the legs starting to get a little tired by this point. We passed through Cannon Hill Park and were onto mile 9 by this point, this is where I started to really struggle last year, but this time around I was feeling hugely motivated by the fact that there was only 4 miles left! Before I knew it we were at mile 10 and the uphill stretch started here, it was only a slight uphill, but it felt like everest, and we still had what is known amongst runners as “cardiac hill” to get up yet, this lasts for over a mile and will break any runner who doesnt have a a will of steel to survive! Finally the roads started to level out and I was at mile 12, spurred on hugely by the encouragement of the crowd. They really were a fantastic bunch of people, handing out Jelly Babies (great for a sugar boost when you need it!), handing out water and putting on music, either live or in a band, as well as churches opening up their doors so people could use the toilets if they needed to. The crowd really were wonderful and to have a stranger call you by name (as its on the front of your shirt!) and shout encouraging words with big smiles and maybe a little fist pump, it feels great! Even the kids were getting into it high fiving the runners on the way past. Just brilliant! I wanted to make a dash for the finish line at mile 12, I’d done it before and knew it was possible, but my legs were empty, they had nothing left in them, it was all I could do to put one foot in front of the other and keep going! Crossing that finish line was a fantastic feeling, although I did feel especially sorry for the people who hadn’t made it, and were being seen by medics, sat down on the floor, on the final stretch, and one poor girl who was literally being dragged across the line by her two partners, I caught her face and she literally looked like she was about to die, there and then, on the spot. I picked up my winners bag, including the all important tshirt and medal, then set off for home, where I was greeted by the biggest hug ever from my daughter, it was fantastic. The wife had put an amazing dinner together and then we sat down to rest a little and enjoy a quiet evening together.

Man, I am ready for my bed now!! Damn you Monday morning for sitting there and taunting me, yes I know the weekend is over!

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The pre-race day is here and its time to make sure that I am all ready for tomorrow mornings half marathon. Today and yesterday were about one thing, resting, which is equally as important as the training I have put in. I need to make sure the muscles in my legs are storing as much energy as possible. I even had a really good nights sleep last night, even though I went to bed a little later than I’d planned and probably should have only had the two beers instead of the four, but thankfully it looks like Olivia has got back into the habit of sleeping through again, and even slept until 8am which is a very rare treat for us, so I felt pretty good when I got up this morning!

An early morning text meant my assistance was required on the allotment today, and I couldn’t really say no as it was something me and my friend Dave had taken on together, but that he ends up doing most of the work on, although this is primarily because the allotment actually backs onto the bottom of his garden. He frequently pops over for 20 minutes here and there during the week, whereas I have to arrange to meet him there at the weekend as I don’t have a key to get into it. He doesn’t mind, its all worked pretty well so far, except that I keep saying I need to commit more time over there, and I do fully intend to, but it doesn’t always work out that way, with so many other things eating away at my time. Dave is currently doing the Sober For October thing, and so we’ll soon be heading back to the pub once that is over to sit down and plan what we’re going to be doing on the allotment next year. We have tended to wing it so far with a lot of things, and had some success here and there, but I think that with a bit more structure and a bit of a plan, we can actually get more out of it.

I stayed over the allotment longer than I had planned, although Dave’s wife did kindly bring us a McDonalds lunch halfway through. I felt a bit guilty eating a burger, as its probably the kind of food I should stay away from the day before a big run, but I was still very grateful for it! I walked home and in letting Clare know that I was on the way, as its only a five minute walk between the two houses, I was greeted by a wonderful beaming smile from Olivia who was standing at the window waiting for me. There is no better way to come home than to a treat like that. Our little girl is growing so fast, and has no proved to us that most things are no longer “out of reach” for her, as she demonstrated by pulling the remote controls down from their previous safe spot on top of the fire place, and also found my wallet, which proved to be a source of great interest to her!
She has also shown us that she no longer needs us to give her a bottle of milk any more. Apparently mommy and daddy are surplus to requirements now!
That was our last little link to her being a baby, the need to be given a bottle before her morning nap and before bed in the evening. Now she just gives herself the bottle. Its a very new thing, and if we even touch the bottle because she’s not getting any milk out of it, then she lets go and it becomes our problem again! But yes, we are seeing so many changes, on an almost daily basis now, it both excites me and makes me a bit sad inside all at the same time that our girl is no longer a baby. I can’t help but think what the next month will bring, and then what will she be doing by christmas, what will be happening in 12 months time? I still can’t help but look at her and wonder what she’ll look like as an adult. I see adults now, look at their baby photos and you can always see the likeness, but I can’t even begin to imagine what our little girl will look like as a teenager, or an adult. I just hope we instil all the right ideals and principles in her to make her a good person when she’s older. This parenting malarky is fairly easy at first, all you have to do is feed them, keep them clean, and generally don’t drop them. As they get older you start to consider the bigger implications of what lies ahead, and the seeds that you are planting… planting unwittingly just by the things you say and the things they see you do. For example, I have suddenly become acutely aware of the amount of time I spend on my phone while I am around her. While she is awake and in the room, she should be my primary focus of attention. I don’t want her looking at me, and wondering when I am going to put my phone down and give her some attention. I also want to be talking to her as much as I can, encouraging that communication, learning new words and attempting them by copying what I am saying, which generally wouldn’t be much if I had my face illuminated by the glow of a smart phone. I also want her to be using iPads as little as possible growing up, I can’t tell her no if I have one in my hand myself. I want her learning to be from books, from pens and paper, from putting a paint brush on paper and actual puzzles, there is so much more to learn that way. When you commit a pen to paper to draw a picture, there is no “undo” button if you make a mistake, and I also believe in proper grammar and punctuation, and there is no better way than to write it down and have it marked with a red pen by a teacher. An exercise book won’t let you use a spell check or put everything in Times New Roman size 12 for you, an exercise book will make you practise your handwriting and learn how to spell words and know when to use them correctly. Call it old fashioned, and yes maybe I do consider myself the grammar police, but nothing drives me more mental than kids who have already spent years at school and apparently learnt nothing. If they can’t understand basic grammar and spelling by 15, then what have they learnt? Its these sort of skills that can’t be learnt so easily as an adult and will have people judging you at interviews, or in fact any time at all when you have to pick up a pen. Plus I think there is joy in writing, I used to love writing stories as a child, and drawing too, I never consider myself much more than okay at drawing, but I used to get such pleasure from it. When I was growing up I would sometimes combine the two and create my own little cartoon segments with made up characters. If only I could find one of those sketch books now! So yeah, the iPad can stay switched off for a while, there is a lot for my little lady to learn as she grows up, and staring at a touch screen just can’t replace some of the fun that lies ahead for her!

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Over half way through October now, and I think officially we can talk about Christmas without people rolling their eyes, tutting, and telling you it’s “too early”. Not that I especially wanted to talk about Christmas, it’s just that time of year, the mornings are cool and crisp, and the evenings are getting dark significantly early now, and with the clocks going back at the end if the month, that will only get worse! I do love autumn though, as I know many people do, the leaves changing colours, wrapping up in scarves, and kicking leaves on the pavement. I’m already excited about the Christmas celebrations ahead and looking back on what a lovely year we’ve had, especially with this blog where we can actually see what we did with all our time and look at the years worth of photos to remind us. I’m still keen to get a photo book made of Olivia’s first year, from birth up to her first birthday, she changed a lot, and still continues to change, hell I may even make this book and annual tradition, It’ll certainly be a fun thing to pull out on her 18th birthday! Thankfully we have a whole lot of time ahead of us before we have to worry about that, we could even have a brother or sister for her to have to include as well, who knows?! We already had news that one of the couples from our antenatal group is expecting their second child, which we’re all really excited about. I’ve managed to organise a dads night out as the moms from our antenatal group meet up all the time, and so it’s only fair us dads get the odd evening here and there to catch up over a couple of beers!

The one good thing about Friday, apart from it being the start of the weekend, is that I get to leave work a little earlier, and get home earlier to see Olivia. It was a pleasant afternoon out, so I decided we’d go for a little walk over the park, just to get out of the house and get a bit of fresh air together. Olivia loves watching things around her, the birds flying, the dogs barking and running around, the trees blowing in the wind, she is so inquisitive! I think its really good for her to get out and see all these things and learn about her environment, and its great that everything interests her. There is so much more to learn than being sat indoors in front of a tv, or even just playing with the same toys again. As soon as she is walking, I’d love to get out more and let her explore properly, walks in the country, and around local woods. There really is no better playground for a child than being out in nature, and I think autumn is a fantastic time to be out as well.


So, Friday evening finally, a nice night in with the wife, as the little lady who on a rare occasion, skipped her afternoon nap is finally sleeps upstairs, and our only dilemma now is what to watch tonight? Clare suggested put a film on, but I’d actually seen what I wanted to watch on tv, and its a rare thing for me to even watch tv at all, so I was quite keen to stick this on. Channel 4 had put on an entire evening of fund raising shows called “Stand Up To Cancer” with a huge list of celebrities and an amazing array of testimonials from people still fighting the good fight, those who had fought and won, and those who had fought and are sadly no longer with us. It has really been an emotional evening… with over four hours of crying and laughing, but I’ll be honest, mostly crying. Its on until about 2am, although I won’t be staying up that late to watch it, its already around 11:30pm and they have so far raised a mind-blowing £10.5M which is just incredible!! Watching some of the testimonials brings back memories of when my step dad passed away 18 years ago, which coincidentally it happens to be the anniversary of tomorrow. 18 years, I don’t know where that time has gone. I’d never known anyone die from cancer before, and didn’t really fully understand the gravity of the situation at the time, or how I was supposed to cope with it. Sure I was 20 years old and thought I was mature, but with so little life experience at that age, how can you be? In more recent years, I have lost a good friend at work and my aunt, both to this terrible disease, and I know of friends who have lost their husbands and wives to it. I have raised money for cancer research several times in the past on runs and wish I could do the same again on Sunday, but Cystic Fibrosis is just as important to me and my friends at the moment, with their little boy having it, and so I want to try and make a difference for them too!

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Tuesday is generally my busiest day of the week, mostly so because of the evening being taken up by my jujitsu class, and the travelling to and from it. I’ll pick Olivia up from nursery at 5:30pm and Clare will be home by 6pm, and after seeing them both very briefly I will have to leave by no later than 6:15pm to make it to training on time, giving me very little time with my family this evening, as I won’t be back until about 8:45pm long after Olivia will have gone to bed. It’s a weekly thing, but it’s starting to bother me. I just don’t seem to have the same passion for the martial arts training I used to, and I know it’s probably mostly because of the travelling. Clare has even suggested I find a nearer class to home so that I’m not spending as much time in the car, but it wouldn’t be the same, I actually like the group I train with. I’m just feeling like I have too many things demanding my time, and right now nothing is more important than time with my daughter! She is growing up too fast and changing every single day, and I want to be there to not only see it, but be a part of it, to be the one to teach her things, to encourage her. I’ll go to my class tonight, and I know I’ll enjoy it while I’m there, but my heart isn’t in it at the moment.

In other more positive news, in four weeks time the Birmingham Frankfurt Christmas Market will have just opened. This inevitably generates a variety of responses, from the typical “oh shut up about christmas, it’s too soon!“, to the indifferent “the German Market is rubbish, it’s always the same overpriced tat… and what’s German about it anyway?“, to the more optimistic “yay! Christmas is almost here!“. I will always fall into the latter category, Christmas can’t start soon enough for me, and as expensive as the German market can be, a) it’s a great meeting place for people and a fun afternoon out, and I’ll definitely be meeting several friends there over the Christmas period, b) as soon as you go you instantly start to feel more festive, the music, the mulled wine, everyone wrapped up in scarves and gloves, plus c) it generates a lot of trade for Birmingham, as people travel from miles around to come and see it. Our only consideration will be how we’re going to get Olivia around. It’ll be too busy for a buggy, and I think she’s now too big for the chest harness, I may just have to carry her!? Not ideal, but its that or I think I am just going to have to brave the crowds with a buggy and accept that its going to be a bit tricky. With only four weeks to go though, I really can’t wait!

The first thing Birmingham needs to prepare for, ahead of the german market though, is the imminent road closures this weekend for Sunday’s half marathon, as yet again its that time of year. Yes, the road closures are a pain in the neck, but they raise so much money for so many good causes, literally hundreds of thousands of pounds! I have been training each week for several months, and now I’m ready to tackle the 13.1 miles of Birmingham’s streets, so don’t forget to sponsor me ** http://www.justgiving.com/andrew-vokes1 ** The money I raise this year will be going to Cystic Fibrosis to help fund much needed research into this awful genetic condition that my best friends little boy was born with. The extent of his complications may not be fully known for a few more years yet, but at the moment he is just starting school and to think that he has so much to contend with as he gets older, and in an unknown quantity, is quite worrying. So please, even if you’re reading this and haven’t actually met me, dig deep and spare a little cash anyway, its for a great cause.

Todays photo? Well, without a photo for the day, this was literally the last thing I had to do before bed, make lunch for tomorrow. It may only be the humble sandwich, but it is still made with home made fresh bread, none of the nasty supermarket rubbish, and best of all, we have a new loaf, our own version of the 50/50 loaf, much to the delight of my wife. The white bread was lovely, my favourite, and the wholemeal was surprisingly good too, although a little heavy for the wife, so we mixed it and made our 50% white and 50% wholemeal loaf, and the wife gives it a big thumbs up! I’ve decided to treat myself to a bit of chicken and stuffing for tomorrow in case you were interested… I’m sure you’re not, but I’m still looking forward to it all the same! Its a bit of a tough one lunch is, I can’t go a day without it, yet it gets so little thought, unlike the evening meal which we plan for, shop for and then spend our time cooking. Why does lunch get so overlooked? Why am I even worrying about it at such a stupid hour? Why is anyone still reading when I am going on about my lunch? Oh so many questions! Time for bed I think!

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These day late blogs are becoming a bit of a bad habit, but its better than staying up late all the time and what should be 15-20 minutes of typing turns into 1hr+ because I keep nodding off and end up typing garbled rubbish that doesn’t make any sense. Anyway, Saturday was a lovely day and started off nice and bright, perfect for the final training run for the half marathon. The goal was 11 miles and I was worried that my running partner may struggle a bit. We had been building up the miles over the previous couple of months, but due to a mix up with dates, we had one less weekend to train on. Ideally this would have been another 9 mile run like last weekend, but with no time left we had to go for 11 miles. I wanted to push my running partner as she’d only ever done a 6 mile (10 km) run before and this required a different sort of tactic. Seeing as I had signed up for the half marathon myself, making this my 5th half marathon, I was also keen to put some distance behind myself to make sure I was ready for this run. I am still nervous about this run after last years nightmare where it all fell apart for me. I started the run feeling okay, but by mile 5 I was quickly becoming aware that I wasn’t in a great place for this run, and by mile 6 I was desperately running out of steam, I literally wasn’t even half way through the race and I felt like I’d got nothing left! By mile 9 my stomach was feeling like a washing machine and I knew I wouldn’t make it to the end without finding a toilet. Unfortunately having gone through Cannon Hill Park I’d just passed the final block of temporary toilets that had been put in place for the run. I had three choices, turn around and go back, push on to the end and keep my fingers crossed, or find a spectator that would let me use their toilet. It turned out that the last option was my only hope, and a shopkeeper turned out to be my hero of the day. By the end of the race I was ruined. My legs were shot and I felt like I’d been hit by a bus, on top of which I was 15 minutes SLOWER than the previous year. It dented my confidence, I was sure I could only improve on last years time, but it appears my over confidence was my downfall! Completing this years Tough Mudder challenge was a huge confidence boost, as I’d managed to run 12 miles and tackled 20 tough and challenging obstacles along the way and still had energy at the end of it. Hopefully this years half marathon will be much smoother, as I know how to prepare myself better for it now. Eating the right food next week will be important as well as taking on the correct amount of fluids. Getting enough rest will also be important, as will the right breakfast on the day. It isn’t just a case of signing up, turn up on the day and run, any rookie can do that, what I want to do is be able to keep up a challenging pace, and maintain it throughout the entire 13.1 miles and make sure I break that 2 hour barrier that I’ve only done on the Silverstone half marathon, but never at Birmingham. I also need to make sure that toilet breaks don’t slow me down as they have for the last two years, whilst at the same time making sure I am hydrated enough to keep pushing all the way. I want to thank all those who read this and have sponsored me, I am truly grateful. I only signed up at the last minute, and had previously decided that if I did sign up it would only be for fun this year as I have already badgered people for sponsorship enough in the past, but to take part in such a huge moneymaking event, it seems a waste to run this distance and not even make a little money for charity. The training run this morning went well anyway, and we both made it to the end feeling great, so I am feeling good for next weekend. I took Saturdays photo when I got home and had opened my amazon delivery, a huge box for what was inside, that could have actually fitted inside an envelope! I left Olivia to play with the box for a bit… its the simple things that kids love. We have bought her all sorts of colourful noisy toys, yet she finds great pleasure in a simple box and an empty pepsi bottle that we had washed out and put some rice in. It could make for a cheap christmas!

Shortly after I took the reigns and looked after Olivia for the afternoon while Clare took her mother out for a belated birthday afternoon tea. I had a couple of visitors while she was out, one of my sisters and our good friend Tracy, and thankfully they both hung around until Clare got back. After they’d gone we cooked up some pizzas, the asda frozen special, no expense spared kind, and settled in for a film with a few drinks. It comes as no surprise that I was left watching the end of the film by myself again as Clare had taken herself off to bed. In fact the only film she has stayed awake for recently was 28 Days Later that she admitted, after it had finished, that she didn’t enjoy much! I can’t win, I think we’re destined to watch films separately!

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Well, I’ve relented… the heating has been put back on. We’ve officially got the time set for an hour in the morning. While me and Clare can drag ourselves out of bed, even if it’s a bit nippy, poor Olivia was shivering yesterday morning, and from that we know it’s time to warm things up a bit!

The house was definitely a little warmer when we got up this morning, although the heating may still be a little low, especially as the 15 day forecast suggests overnight temperatures in single figure degrees for most of the next two weeks. How accurate that is, I’m not sure, but it does point towards the fact that summer is well and truly over, and we have to be grateful for every day from here on in where the sun comes out and we feel even slightly warm without a coat on! It seems that from speaking to people, the consensus is that we’re not alone in the heating being flicked on this week, as depressing a thought as it is. I still really would like to have a log burner installed in the living room to heat things up a little over the winter without being bitch slapped by the energy companies who are at the very least consistent in their annual price rises, shortly followed by the annual profit results being up on previous year, although they claim that the two are “most definitely not connected”… err, yeah, okay sure! I know I am not alone in being angered by this sheer abuse of power by the energy companies, who oddly don’t seem to be in competition with the prices, but actually all in cahoots to make sure they all put their prices up at the same time so that consumers have little or no choice. In fact the only choice we do have is to not bow down to their bullying tactics and find an alternative, which seems to be the ever popular log burner. They aren’t cheap to buy and install, but if you can afford to do this and source cheap or even free wood (there is plenty available!) then you can very quickly make your money back and soon be in profit, enjoying low cost or even free winter heating. Now that is a concept that really pleases me! Sure we have a toddler that will be hugely intrigued by the flickering, and blissfully unaware of the dangers of a hot fire, but she will never be left alone in the room when it is burning, and we would undoubtedly have a guard in front of it anyway. As todays photo demonstrates, she is almost permanently on the move now. Long gone are the days of putting her down and being surprised if she moved anywhere, here are the days where we put her down and we’re surprised if she is still there 10 seconds later! She is moving around so fast in a combination of crawling and bum shuffling, and with her learning to stand alone, we just know that she is on the brink of walking, which I can’t lie, is making me very nervous about putting up a Christmas tree (Yes I said it! Christmas isn’t far away, get over it!) in a few weeks time!

At the moment, I am about 5 minutes from the bread machine beeping to indicate that a loaf if ready for me to take out and leave to cool overnight ready for sandwiches in the morning, then I can go to bed and hope that our little lady stays asleep all night, as we had just got her back into a normal sleeping routine, which was recently disrupted by teething. As today she was taken for her 12 month vaccination jabs, and it could well leave her feeling a bit under the weather for a few days. I am just hoping that it doesn’t wake her in the night, as a good nights sleep will not just be good for us, but also really good for her while her body adjusts and starts to fight whatever they’ve jabbed her with. To be honest, I’ve lost track of these jabs now, and this has become the wifes area of expertise. Taking her to have the jabs clearly hasn’t though, its not a nice thing to have to watch, and I have been told in no uncertain terms that next time its my problem as the wife is refusing to go through that again! I can’t say I blame her, and I wish I had more flexible hours in my job to be able to take her. We’ll just have to try and best arrange any future jabs or anything like that around my holidays!

Ooh, and in other news, I have finally signed up for this years half marathon, otherwise known as the Great Birmingham Run. I am not chasing people for sponsorship as previously where I have hounded people via facebook for the last 3 years, but I can’t run it without backing a charity, it would feel like a waste! So as all of you who are reading this get a daily update from me, without giving anything back, now is your chance! My best friends little boy was born with Cystic Fibrosis, and many years ago he would have been unlikely to make it to his first birthday. Thanks to all the research done, he is now expected to at the very least hit 40, but he deserves so much more. I certainly want him to be outliving me, so dig deep, or even just donate £1… just don’t scroll past this and ignore it. I’ll love you forever if you help me out here!

Donate at https://www.justgiving.com/Andrew-Vokes1/

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I have said before, and still say, there is no better way to start the weekend than with a good run around the reservoir, and as I am still helping my friend train for her first half marathon, now just a few weeks away, that is exactly where I was this morning! My usual run is a modest 6 miles, but with the half marathon in mind we are starting to push the distance a bit now, up to 7.5 miles, especially as I haven’t yet decided on whether I am going to sign up for it myself yet. My fifth half marathon, should I or shouldn’t I? I found it tough last year, even though I think that it was mostly down to having a bit of an off-day, probably combined with the fact I hadn’t done quite enough training. It was my fourth half marathon and I should have beat my previous time easily, but I struggled, and was struggling before I’d even hit the halfway point. Its made me realise the real importance of training and that actually I am not as invincible as I sometimes think I am! I am seriously tempted though, I guess I’ll just see how next weeks 9 mile saturday morning run goes and see if there are any places left to sign up for.

After getting home from my morning run, the next best thing was a nice hot shower, it really can’t be beaten, especially after a long run or bike ride, and especially on a cold morning. I wouldn’t have described this morning as cold, the sun did eventually try and come out to warm the day up a little. I’d been keeping an eye on the 15 day weather forecast and knew we were in with a good chance of a dry day that was likely to be warm enough, so I had planned to go for a little drive with Clare and Olivia. The plan was to head out to a lovely little town along the river Severn called Bridgnorth. As always, our day was based around Olivia’s naps, and we couldn’t head out until she had woken up from her morning nap and had some lunch. Although with her being in the midst of teething, she was not especially interested in food, which made lunch a much shorter process. She has also become especially independent, and sometimes won’t eat simply because you are trying to feed her, and will often eat the same food without issue if we leave her to feed herself. It provides a new challenge around meal times, as we now have to consider cooking foods that she can easily pick up without redecorating the walls with it.

We finally got in the car and set off on our way. The drive to Bridgnorth isn’t a short one, but it takes in a lot of countryside and is a very pleasant journey all the same. Once we’d finally got there the parking was a nightmare to say the least, we seemed to have arrived on what looked like the busiest day of the year, or at least felt like it. We managed to find a space and took a stroll around the town, ending up at a Costa to grab a quick drink and a bite to eat.
One thing you can’t come to Bridgnorth and say that you didn’t end up doing, is the cliff railway. The town is essentially split into the upper town and the lower town with a venicular train taking people up and down for a very reasonable fee. So we hopped in and took ourselves down for a short walk by the river.
Sadly yet again our day was dictated by Olivia’s need for naps, and with it getting well into the napping hour, we had to consider heading for home as this little princess has decided that she’s no longer interested in sleeping in her buggy. We knew she’d at least sleep in the car though, and thats exactly what she did on the drive home.

We finished the evening off with a delicious mexican dinner, and sat down to watch a recording of the latest Derren Brown show, Infamous which yet again did not fail to impress us both! We’ve already seen one live show for my birthday, thanks to the wife, and I’d love to go and see his next show if we got the chance!

365 project, Personal, Photography


“Run when you can, walk if you have to, crawl if you must; just never give up.”


You know what sucks… thinking its Friday when its actually only Thursday.

You know what rocks… thinking its Tuesday when its actually already Wednesday! Sweet!

The week is flying by and its a short term anyway, the next half term break will be here in no time at all! I am actually not that excited about the next few weeks disappearing, I mean I love my week off as much as the next guy, but the wife’s maternity leave is almost over and this makes me quite sad. I really wish we could afford for her to stay off work and look after Olivia full time, but sadly the realistic side is, the bills just won’t allow that! I’m sure we could streamline and cut back, but not enough to give up one full time wage, especially when Clare earns more than me! I’d even consider giving up my job and being a stay at home dad, but we’d still lose out on a lot of money, and we’re lucky enough to have Olivia’s grandparents willing to help, especially as its only about 6 or 7 weeks before I am off for the summer anyway and can look after Olivia for the next 6 weeks. If only we could win a bit of money, we don’t ask for a lot, just enough to pay off a few bills and give us a chance to take some time off work without the worry.

Anyway, time is slipping by, and there is nothing we can do about it. Our little lady is 8 months old this weekend already and growing at a rapid rate. She was weighed today and is putting on plenty of weight, although still on track for what she should be, she’s perfectly on target which is great news! We have been keen to find out her weight as she doesn’t always finish her food or her bottles, but as her weight is on track then she clearly just knows when she’s had enough! So this is it now, the 4 month countdown to her first birthday, and I am really hoping we have a warm, dry weekend for it so we can have everyone round for a birthday bbq/garden party. I need to spend some more time in the garden this weekend getting a few more weeds up and getting some flower seeds down! Four months to get the garden in order, it is totally doable! Anyone fancy lending a hand?? I am also aware that I need to spend some time on the allotment with Dave, we have some stuff to plant, although I am investing time in the greenhouse getting a lot of stuff ready to plant in a few weeks time! The greenhouse itself is looking pretty full at the moment, there isn’t a lot of free space for new stuff to go right now, we need to be moving some items outside, providing that the worst of the cold weather is over!

So what did the middle of the week have in store for me? Well the weather has been unusually kind, considering the less than optimistic forecasts, and has made cycling a pleasure. Its good to be back on the bike, and the treadmill again. It has been a fairly energetic start to the week, but then Tuesdays are generally pretty full on anyway, with cycling, running AND jujitsu. This weekend its back to the reservoir for another run, with my old running buddy Rob, it has been a few months since we last ran together, and I am quite looking forward to it. He has beaten my time repeatedly in each half marathon we have done together, so his last text message warning me that he is now “fat and slow” I find somewhat hard to believe. All the same, we’ll be doing the run with someone I work with that has a dodgy knee anyway, so keeping a sensible pace will be key to being able to make the distance. I have found through painful trial and error that a bad knee is quite unforgiving of any sprints, and will generally hold out longer when you keep a sustainable pace. I used to suffer with really bad knees myself when running, and would often tap out after 4-5 miles, sometimes less, which really frustrated me when I knew I had it in me to run further. I did some online research into it, and while nothing was conclusive, I did keep returning to the same point. My style of running and the impact of a heel strike on the knee. Landing on your heel turns your whole leg into a strut, and the only thing cushioning the impact id the cartilage in your knee. Cartilage doesn’t like this very much, its not designed to withstand repeated impact. I found a few articles online that mentioned professional runners landing on the ball of their foot and the muscles in their leg taking the impact of the stride, essentially turning the leg into one big spring. Imagine yourself hopping on one leg, then hopping in the other. The muscles do all the work and the knee takes very little impact. Its murder on the calves at first, but that’s only because they’re not used to doing so much work, as they take a lot of the strain slowing your bounce down and pushing you back off! Once I got used to running like this I found myself pushing way past the 5 miles barrier and going on to complete multiple half marathons! Is it a winning formula? Well, I wouldn’t like to say, but the difference in the distance I am running now speaks for itself! Sure my knees still ache a bit after the fairly unforgiving 13.1 miles of a half marathon, but at least I can make it across the line now, something I never imagined I’d be able to do several years ago when I started to resign myself to the fact that maybe running just wasn’t for me! The monotony of running can also put people off, and yes there is even a book and film entitled “The loneliness of the long distance runner”, but I find a set of headphones and some good music is enough to power me on for a solid hours running, no problem! Also, running with a friend helps, if we’re too out of breath to talk then we’re running too fast. Conversation helps us to pace ourselves! Quit the excuses, bring on the weekend, lets get running!

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Day 293/365

“Perseverance is not a long race; it is many short races one after the other.”


Race day!

The Bupa Great Birmingham Run is finally upon us.

I’m well aware of having done nowhere near enough training, but i’m still excited and looking forward to it anyway. The race is staggered and starts in four coloured waves, orange and the elite runners at the front, and the pink, slowest runners at the back. I was in white, behind the orange group, hoping for a decent time. It was optimistic, but I was ready to give it a go.

With my alarm set for 7am and my wave not setting off until 10:29am I had plenty of time to wake up, get breakfast, sort my stuff and and make my way into town, with the wife dropping me as close as possible with a lot of the roads closed off. I met my friend, dropped my bag off and headed for the start. I was feeling good.

Sadly the lack of training, which was due to a couple of injuries during the summer, became evident by about mile 8 where I really started to struggle. The hills were taking their toll, my legs started to feel like lead, and my stomach was starting to do somersaults. A toilet stop didn’t do anything for my time, but did give my legs a small break. In each of the previous 3 half marathons I’ve done, I always found a last burst of energy at mile 12 for a sprint to the finish… not today though, it was all I could do to keep going and not stop! As the finish line approached, I had to switch off from listening to my body and rely on pure willpower to push myself across that finish line.

I was very grateful for a lift home from my friend and his wife, although she had to go on a massive detour as a lot of the roads were still closed and the traffic was horrendous!

Still, I was home and seeing my wife and daughter at the door was an even better sight than seeing that finish line approaching, I had just enough time to recover slightly and then change before going round to the in laws for lunch. When we finally got home again, we gave Olivia a bath, which she seems to love. Fed and changed her, and now she’s asleep, which is how i’m hoping she’ll stay so that the wife can get an early night and I can get myself a nice hot bath and soak my legs for a bit!