9 June – Trooping The Colour

 

Today is Trooping The Colour Day, celebrating the Queen’s Official Birthday. And today I went out for a planned mini-run. I had polled my C25K buddies to get some opinions. I’ve got really close to the halfway stage of my challenge and I thought if I managed to do 2 x 12km runs over the weekend, I’d be at halfway, about 3 weeks ahead of my deadline.

The common theme was that there was no hurry and so don’t fret and just do your normal run. Then Ju-ju – my running mentor of note, said well you could have a go, if you take it slowly, rest and hydrate. So it was with some trepidation I left this morning, I’d decided just to see where my legs could take me. Genuinely I had no plan, no minimum kms, I just thought I’d see where I ended up. The temperature was cool and my pace was nice and steady, and I seemed to be ‘run bombing’ all sorts of events. First off in Cheapside, having to swerve to avoid a bunch of runners coming the other way. They were in a charity tee-shirt, some sort of City Foundation. Then around the corner, Cheapside and One New Change were being cordoned off, for the Mr Porter Nocturne Cycle Ride.

I’d decided I would do a game of snakes and ladders – well mainly ladders, taking one road then switching back up at major junctions. London is a bit higgledy piggledy so it looked more of a snake run than a ladder’s one. I laddered my way up West towards Covent Garden and decided to aim for Tottenham Court Road. This was when I did my third ‘run bomb’ I was running against the flow of hundreds of Crohn’s and Colitis walkers. In fact I started recognising some of them, when I passed them for the third or fourth time. I was 9km in and feeling ‘loose’ which in my terms is a good thing. Not so much if it’s relating to bowels.

I stopped for a coffee, and being unable to run with both coffee and water in hand, I paused my run for 10 minutes and rested. My laddering took me to Tottenham Court Road, when I ran past Paperchase who had the superb pizza slice lilo in the window. As I ran past, a man standing in their entrance, said ‘keep it up, you can do it’. That was very nice of him, it made me smile and gave me impetus.

I rounded the corner and continued down Store Street, passed the coffee shop again and decided I’d aim for 12km. 12km came and went, my next milestone was 15.3km, which would get me to 1000kms. At this stage I’d passed the charity walkers, for what seemed to be the 6/7th time and was in/around the British Museum area. I still felt fine and my pace hadn’t dropped overly much.

At this stage, I thought maybe I should call it quits, but then I remembered my longest ever run had been 16.7km, and the JCR competitive gene kicked in and I gave myself a challenge to do 18km, if I could. I was reasonably close to 18km and I still felt fine…, so yes the competitive gene kicked in again and I thought why not aim for 21km? I was not far from the HCA in the City, when we had the most amazing flypast – I looked at Map My Run and saw I’d run 20.8km. Brilliant I got aeroplanes for beating my best ever run. Except of course they weren’t for me, they were for Liz.

So the pics show one of the official photos of the flypast, and the plain blue sky was my attempt to capture them on film! I eventually run-hobbled towards home, having done a touch more than 22km, because I wanted to make sure it was definitely more than half marathon distance.

It wasn’t non-stop, I won’t claim that, but it was a run more than half marathon distance, and I’m proud, although slightly bandy-legged at present, with hips screaming in pain.

Mr JCR was already at home and he asked me how I’d done, I showed him my stats and he was impressed. Then I had a major Map My Run failure – my run disappeared from my screen. Nothing, zilch, zip, eff all, no proof of my longest ever run. Except Mr JCR came to the rescue, his phone had my run, whilst mine didn’t – so he took screenshots to prove my achievement. And then puff, about 2 minutes later it disappeared from his phone too.

Summary, I should actually listen to advice being given, but hell, I feel happy at having run more than 20km in one outing.  Face colour today was Monarch red, but that seems fine seeing as I shared Liz’s flypast. Oh, and I passed the 1000km mark in just over 5 months’ of running. And my final lesson of the day, always make sure Mr JCR is close at hand when record breaking.

Next milestone is to make the halfway point proper of 1009km. That’s tomorrow’s job. A nice little recovery run, I promise – no competitive gene issues raising their heads.

Playlist (this is the Ju-Ju 90’s playlist)

Get Here – Oleta Adams

Say My Name – Destiny’s Child

Lose Yourself – Eminem

Love Is All Around – The Wets

Barbie Girl – Aqua

Believe – Cher

(Everything I Do) I Do It For You – Bryan Adams

Baby One More Time – Britney Spears

I Will Always Love You – Whitney Houston

Wannabe – Spice Girls

Killing Me Softly With His Song – The Fugees

Never Ever – All Saints

Nothing Compares 2 U – Sinead O’Connor

Dub Be Good To Me – Beats International

The Power – SNAP

Killer – Adamski, Seal

The Joker – Steve Miller Band

3am Eternal – KLF

The One and Only – Chesney Hawkes

Ebeneezer Goode – The Shamen

End Of The Road – Boyz II Men

Would I Lie To You – Charles and Eddie

Oh Carolina – Shaggy

Dreams – Gabrielle

Cream – His Purple Highness

Gangsta’s Paradise – Coolio

Rhythm Is A Dancer – SNAP

I See You Baby – Groove Armada

Groove Is In The Heart – Deee-Lite

Devotion – Nomad

The Key, The Secret – Urban Cookie Collective

Things Can Only Get Better – D:Ream

Everybody’s Free – Rozalla

Don’t Need The Sunshine – Catatonia

Girls and Boys – Blur

Dizzy – Vic Reeves and The Wonder Stuff

Something Good – Utah Saints

Stats

Distance 22.11km

Time 2:25:40

Average Pace 6:35 (mins/km) – this is understated though, as my pausing time doesn’t show here

Elevation Gain 93 metres

1 Flypast…

2 lives of water

1 cappuccino

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Done – 1006.81 (yes over the 1,000 marker)

Kms To Run 1011.19

 

 

 

 

 

 

8 June – Visiting Old Friends

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After yesterday’s glorious run, today was somewhat tempered by yet another unwelcome headache. Pill popping is becoming a habit I’ll be happy to break, but given I still can’t track down the actual cause of the headaches, I’m stuck with a paracetamol and ibuprofen habit.

I mooched around the apartment for a bit, doing the unnecessary jobs, just to give me something to do whilst waiting for the medicine to do its thing. Eventually I was ready to go. I’d had in mind a 10k run, to Trafalgar Square and back home. The City is full of busy worker ants as usual and I was darting in and out of them towards the Guildhall and up along Holborn, for a quick detour towards the Inns of Courts. I love this area, because it’s quite quiet and civilised, a little less traffic than normal and mercifully pavements free of mobile traffic jams – or other people as they are more commonly known!

Heading to the Strand the tourist numbers were increasing and I had to keep practising my swerving moves. The Savoy and Simpsons on the Strand, being particularly popular ‘selfie taking’ spots. I didn’t see any fellow runners at all today, just harassed shopper’s being weighed down under handsful of shopping bags.

Today seemed to be the day for school trips too, with me seeing at least three separate crocodiles of children in uniform, being marshalled by what looked like very tired teachers. At Trafalgar Square, Nelson was gazing down upon the throngs and I said hello to him. It’s nice being back, the last time I was here in the Square, it was substantially colder and wintery. I  then made my way through Theatreland and Covent Garden and back to the Inns of Court once more. This was almost 7km in, and I was feeling good and full of beans. Only one fuckwit moment involving a cyclist, who seemed to delight in playing  a game of chicken with me, whilst I was trying to cross the road.

The final kms, were a little slower, mainly because the temperature had risen a bit and there was less shade to be found, and far more people on the streets than my outgoing run.  I could have run a little further, but I have two more 10kish runs planned for this week, so conserving energy is no bad thing.

I promised myself a 10km run to see some of my favourite London spots and I did that too. Simpsons On the Strand – mmm I wonder if I can persuade Mr JCR to go there for Sunday lunch?

Playlist

Stray Cat Strut – Stray Cats

Keep On Running – Spencer Davis Group

Pink Panther Theme – Henry Mancini

Smile – Gregory Porter

Easy – Commodores

Nowhere Fast – Eminem feat. Kehlani

Love In An Elevator – Aerosmith

Compression – Francesco Digillio

One Step Beyond – Prince Buster

Rest – Charlotte Gainsbourg

To Jan – Leonard Anderson

Miami Vice Theme – Jan Hammer

Never Gonna Give You Up – Rick Astley

Running Up That Hill – Kate Bush

Marathon – Rush

Ju-Ju Man – Dave Edmonds

Question – The Moody Blues

Help! – The Beatles

There Are More Questions Than Answers – Johnny Nash

Fools Rush In – Ricky Nelson

Tread Softly – Tiny Ruins and Hamish Kilgour

Stats

Distance 10.31km

Time 1:06:17

Average Pace 6:25mins/km

Elevation Gain 40 metres

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Done 984.70 ( 2 runs away from the magic 1,000 marker)

Kms to Run 1033.30

 

 

7 June – Hipsters At Home

You’ve got to love London,  for example we never let a little thing like lack of sun get us down…, we create a kiddies beach on the Southbank to pretend it’s summer proper. And there’s also no limit to the ludicrously named coffee bars you can find.

Are you a gentleman – tick

Do you like coffee – tick

Then why not visit the Gentleman’s Barista coffee bar in Borough Market?

Being neither a gentleman nor in need of a coffee or a beach, I settled for a run instead.

It was great, fast (for a snail runner like me) and feisty. I really enjoyed darting in and out of all the people as it makes a change from Le Marche’s quiet lanes and by-ways.

All the foreign accents and voices punctuating the air – it’s cosmopolitan, young and vibrant. Three school crocodiles along the Southbank, one French, one American and the other Spanish. Skateboarders, mums with prams, lots of middle-aged runners and yay I overtook one and it was a guy too… A lady busking outside Tate Modern, getting a modest ripple of applause and being chuffed to bits when it happened. The usual selfie takers on the wobbly bridge, all the elements of my typical London runs and it was glorious.

My hips were a bit knackered when I’d finished and I was walking like a gibbon. But the hipster runner is back home for 3 weeks – during which time I hope to break the 50% barrier on the Alzheimer’s challenge, before the half year is out.

11kms done. Another 10 planned for tomorrow…

Oh and in case you hadn’t spotted it, I love being home 🙂

Playlist

I Say A Little Prayer – Aretha

Let’s Dance – Chris Montez

Surfin’ USA – The Beach Boys

I’m Into Something Good – Herman’s Hermits

Feeling Good – Nina Simone

Jumping’ Jack Flash – The Rolling Stones

Born To Be Wild – Steppenwolf

Build Me Up Buttercup – The Foundations

Keep On Running – The Spencer David Group

Baby Love – The Supremes

Stand By Me – Ben E King

Soul Man – Sam & Dave

Ain’t No Mountain High Enough – Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell

Then an iPhone moment ….

Dancing Queen, Mamma Mia and Money, Money, Money all by Abba on a 3 times repeat….

Stats

Distance 11.69km

Time 1:15:14

Average Pace 6:26

Elevation Gain 63 metres

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Done 974.39

Kms To Run 1043.61

 

 

5 Jun – Scratch Runners

closeup photo of black and red round fruit

After the particularly bad run on Sunday, I decided to take a day off, to give some weary bones a rest. And so, today I needed to do better than planned, so I don’t fall too far behind plan. With a day of rest under my belt, I had thought my run would be okay and the pace quite tidy.

Good news is that the weather has broken again; we had thunderstorms last night, bringing this morning’s temperature down to about 18 degrees and cloudy. Having read yesterday about one of my C25K buddies doing his first half marathon, I ran to my Men’s Name playlist – which he in part inspired. If he can do a half marathon, and he actually graduated later than I did, then I thought I should be able to do 9kms without much of a sweat. Hmmm, pride comes before a fall JCR, you should know this by now.

I set off-  the usual route down Mill Lane, onto Lovers’ Lane, when I ran up to the barking beagles’ house and having cause them to create a barking commotion, my work there was done and I continued onto the Hill That Kills.

No-one around and very quiet today, but down the bendy, scary road, things got a little more hairy. The verges are growing apace, which means my visibility is somewhat limited and that too of the oncoming traffic.  This meant  I executed two speedy leaps into the brambles leaving me with a stinging right knee, bearing  little splatters of berry red crimson blood on my leg.

In fairness, I don’t really think today was the motorists’ fault, the verges really need cutting, as the undergrowth has overgrown to over my height and is spreading on the road. I have to hug the verges to make sure I don’t get run over and so when one of the cars came too close, leap number one occurred. The second time, I heard the car earlier in its approach, but it too was hugging the verge. There is no argument that a runner can win against an oncoming car, so my second leap for self preservation happened. I splashed my legs with my drinking water to lessen the gore and continued on.

I tried some intermittent sprinting, as I am conscious that my pace is too ‘samey’ and really I need to mix things up a bit to improve stamina and distances. I’m not sure it worked overly well, but I did manage a 5 minutes 45 seconds km, which is quite good.

Quick turn at the fish shop and along to Bin Lane, where it was all in shade, so no need for me to take shelter near smelly skips. Job Done, Run Done 9.3km. Not fantastic, but it was better than Sunday’s efforts. Meantime Mr JCR is recovering from 600km bike riding without sleep, so I feel a bit of a wimp only managing 9km today.

Back to the big smoke of London tomorrow, for some City running experience. Good news is whilst the traffic is equally as dangerous there, a least there aren’t brambles on the pavements.

Playlist

It’s Raining Men – The Weather Girls

Goodbye Earl – Dixie Chicks

The Diary of Horace Wimp – ELO

Ivan Meets GI Joe – The Clash

Jackie Wilson Said – Dexy’s Midnight Runners

Geno – Dexy’s Midnight Runners

Song For Keith – Miles Strickman

Louie Louie – The Kingsmen

Nathan Jones – The Supremes

Rudy – Supertramp

Girls and Boys – Blur

Tracy Jacks – Blur

Warwick Avenue – Duffy

Frankie –  Sister Sledge

Clint Eastwood – Gorillaz

The Mighty Quinn – Manfred Mann

A Message To You Rudy – The Specials

Ziggy Stardust – David Bowie

Maneater – Hall & Oates

Ulysses – Franz Ferdinand

Stats

Distance 9.32km

Time 1:01:35

Average Pace 6:36 mins/km

Elevation Gain 35 metres

Alzheimers Challenge

Kms Done 962.70

Kms to Run 1055.30

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

3 June – Two Squoops Of The Caposala Virus

 

 

It is 8am, Mr JCR has texted to say he has ridden almost 500km, I in contrast have only  run 7km, but consumed about 500 meals as a result of M&D’s extraordinary generosity with food and drink. Bologna is known as the La Grassa, amongst other nicknames and yes that is ‘The Fat’ and that is how I am feeling this morning, after spending time with these Bolognese friends, who know how to entertain royally.

Last night, M, D and I went to a local trattoria for something to eat. With it being Republic Day it was, as expected, quite busy and then we had a Fawlty Tower’s evening. Our table was lovely, the water we had was also lovely, which is a good thing as it had to last us a long while, because this trattoria only seemed to have one guy with the magic tablet to take orders.

He described himself as the Caposala – Head of The Room. M & D looked perplexed because this is a title akin to a maitre’d or similar, all of which you’d expect in a Michelin starred restaurant, but not necessarily in a roadside trattoria. And the Caposala had what M described (with superb irony) as ‘ individual contributors’ working for him. Anyone from my old company would recognise this job level description. These were the lowest levels of IC you could possibly have…. they couldn’t even answer simple questions.

As IC’s they weren’t allowed to do the ordering by tablet, which meant we were at the mercy of the Caposala. And he kept being diverted, it as as though the rest of the restaurant exerted a magnetic pull, from which our table was excluded.

He’d come magically and tantalisingly close – just as one of us was about to ask for the menu or actually order food or drink, he then would be pulled away and we’d be left contemplating our glasses of water once more.

Eventually after yet another promised 3 minutes wait (it was nearer 15!) we ordered. This is  a 50 minutes plus wait over a bottle of water and we were getting hungry. The food was actually superb – M had ordered a house special. D asked me if I’d ever had them before and I hadn’t. They were I think called crescentina – a sort of big ravioli shaped pillow of dough, deep fried that you fill with ham,cheese and condiments. Sounds awful, but actually they were deliciously light and fluffy. At this point D suggested I try some and also another dough based delicacy – now you can see why I was feeling fat on Sunday morning!

The Caposala came back to our table after frantic waves and gestures on our part. D asked for a crescentina refill, the other bread type and she also chased for our second bottle of water. The Caposala looked perplexed ‘have you drunk the two bottles already?’ With great restraint D advised that no we’d only had the one but were waiting for the second one that we’d ordered ages ago. He didn’t apologise just moved swiftly on and away. The magnetic field was working again, but not in our favour.

The water came eventually, the second delicacy came, but still no refill of the crescentina basket. After another 15 minutes or so of all three of us trying to catch the Caposala’s eye  – to no avail, D asked one of the IC’s where the crescentina refill was. He said he’d have to ask the Caposala.  The Caposala then returned to our table and told us that we hadn’t actually ordered the refill at all! In fact, we must have imagined we did…., but he could order it now if we really wanted it. We decided at this point, that probably Lady Luck was not with us, so going home would be a better option.

The company was fab, the food brilliant and to be honest the Caposala made the evening a giggle, even though I am not sure he had any idea of how useless he really was.

And so to Sunday morning’s run. It began with me deciding to do a version of the same two squarish loops I’d previously done. The Squoops, as I called them. But the Caposala experience had left its mark. Like the night before’s experience, I just couldn’t seem to get started, to eat up those planned kilometres. I think the missing crescentina must have found their way into my stomach overnight, because I really felt sluggish.

The sun was much hotter and I sought shade as much as I could. But there’s no denying it – the run was crap, in fact it wasn’t just crap, it was Caposala level crap. I saw other runners doing a much better job than me, my music didn’t help. The fridge cold bottle of water didn’t help, nor the change of scenery. It was just a rubbish run – I could hardly place one foot in front of the other. It was so Caposala crap, that I made myself do more than the 6k planned, just to punish myself for being a Caposala.

It was a big fat mistake of a run. By the time I returned Mr JCR had cycled another 25km or so and was well on his way home to the 600kms. But then he was a man on a mission, very organised, route planned and job done. I on the other hand, had caught the Caposala virus. I am hoping recovery is swift, otherwise this challenge is doomed to be completed only in my imagination.

Playlist

Second Hand News – Fleetwood Mac

7 Seconds – Yussou N’Dour and Nenah Cherry

New York Minute – Don Henley

Daydream Believer – The Monkees

Have A Nice Day – Stereophonics

Seasons In the Sun – Terry jacks

Night Fever – Bee Gees

Spring Affair – Donna Summer

Summer of 69 – Bryan Adams

Forever Autumn – Wayne, Hayward and Burton

Year Of The Cat – Al Stewart

7 Years – Lukas Graham

1999 – His Purple Highness

Disco 2000 – Pulp

Sunday Morning – The Velvet Underground

I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles) – The Proclaimers

8 Mile – Eminem

Step on – Happy Mondays

One Step Beyond – Madness

Hazy Shade of Winter – The Bangles

Ruby Tuesday – The Rolling Stones

Steppin’Out – Joe jackson

Stats

Distance 7.46km

Time 1:01:17

Average Pace 8:12 (Caposala….)

Elevation Gain 44 metres

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Done 953.38

Kms To Do 1064.62

 

 

 

 

 

2 June – Just Two Loops

The alarm went off at 6am – it’s the weekend for goodness sake and we are in Sasso Marconi with our good friends M&D. In fact, I correct myself – our very good friends M&D. Mr JCR is entering a Randonnee bike race thing in which he has 40 hours to ride 600km.

The ride started at 8 am this morning, and we were staying with M&D who very kindly agreed to host us both. Mr JCR for one night and me for two. He has two rings of a course to do – each 300km in length, and he will be sleeping rough tonight. So whilst I will enjoy good food, wine, company, bed and air conditioning, Mr JCR will be enjoying a saddle, some energy gels and a sleeping bag in a bus stop somewhere in Emilia Romagna. I know I got the better deal.

Today is the national holiday for the creation of the Republic and many places are closed, this gave me the perfect opportunity not to get side tracked with tourist stuff and to actually go out for a run after I’d dropped Mr JCR off at his venue.

After leaving Mr JCR in a group of an indecent amount of close-fitting lycra, shaved legs (both genders), with a lot of Italian banter, I made my way ‘home’. I was changed and ready to go out, not knowing the area that well. M therefore recommended I take a left turn to avoid the traffic and main roads and I found myself in a delightful country lane, with much needed shade. At just after 8.30am it was already 21 degrees and heating up nicely.

I too took two loops the first a larger loop of about 3km , through the lanes, and saw lovely planting and houses, although most had video-surveillance and ‘Neighbourhood Watch’ signs, so I am guessing this is a quite a posh area. They also had a Neighbourhood Watch checkpoint. This was a little wooden shed; it had net curtains at the windows and a sign telling you that they had the law of ‘order’ behind them to secure their rights. Evidently I didn’t pose much of a threat, as no-one stopped me from running.

First loop done and I aimed to do a smaller one, to bring me back to the first, but the road was blisteringly hot, as there was little/no shade. I hooked right into a mini industrial estate, which thankfully had both pavements and trees. This gave me a very welcome and much needed cool air boost, just over halfway through the run.

I then looped back to the country lane and this time I had company – two fellow podistas I’m guessing husband and wife, they were running tidily.  His running kit made me smile –  he looked like a boxer’s trainer, as he was wearing a white polo shirt, with a towel wrapped around his neck. I could almost hear the ‘Rocky’ theme tune as he went past me. Still, I’m sure that must make him hotter not cooler.

I finished at just over 7km, which was a lovely run and result in a new interesting area. At that point Mr JCR had cycled approximately 40km, on his way to his 600. My loops done – his still to be finished.

Playlist

New York, New York – Sinatra and Bennett

YMCA – Village People

Dizzy – Vic Reeves and The Wonder Stuff

This Town Ain’t Big Enough For The Both Of Us – Sparks

Sit Down – James

School’s Out – Alice Cooper

Jump Around – House Of Pain

Bat Out Of Hell – Meatloaf

Shake Your Tail Feather – The Blues Brothers

Papa’s Got A Brand New Pigbag – Pigbag

Summer Nights – Newton John and Travolta

Born To Run – The Boss

Can Can – Bad Manners

Ballroom Blitz – Sweet

Oops, Upside Your Head – The Gap Band

It’s Not Unusual – Tom Jones

Stats

Distance 7.52km

Time 57:05

Average Pace 7:35

Elevation Gain 43 metres

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Done 945.92

Kms to do 1072.08

31 May – 100 Runs Down

brown tiger
Photo by Nishant Vyas on Pexels.com

And a mere 145 more runs to do. So not quite half way there yet, but the 123rd run is scheduled for 30 June and that would be the 50% run rate done. Distance a different matter of course, but I am confident I’ll be ahead of the magic 1009 kms.

This really is a numbers game, each and every time I go out, I try and squeeze just a little more of a run out of my legs. It can’t always be done of course, but I give it a go in the hope that the extra metres will allow me some rest when my body or mind is too tired to do the running. And this has worked in May – a combination of migraines and the infamous sore toe, has meant I’ve taken 4 extra rest days than I had originally planned. The upside is I had the kms in the bank to do it, the downside is that I had hoped to be just that little bit further ahead than I am. Nonetheless I haven’t lost ground, and now face a ‘cooler’ three weeks in London, where hopefully the temperatures will make it easier for me to get out and for sure the lack of hills will help too.

Today’s route – a rehash of an old one, because GPS  errors had me completing 35km in a staggering 2 minutes per km. Therefore I chose a known route from my phone and just monitored my timing. Today is molto scorchio and at just before nine, the temperature was over 23 degrees. I tootled along Mill Lane and to Lovers’ Lane – no sign of Albino or Anouska today, I must have missed them. Back down the Hill That Kills – mercifully all in shade and down to the bendy, scary road.

My legs felt quite perky so I was making good pace until I saw in the distance my nemesis, a molto chic podista, running up the hill. Tall, lithe, blond, Nike swoosh ponytail and golden earrings. Blimey, they were making short shrift of that hill, I felt exhausted just watching. On I pootled, seeking shade where I could and just before the fish shop turn, I was overtaken by the molto chic podista. He had run up that bloody hill and back down and still beat me, oh the shame of being a slow snail runner!

Nothing was going to upset me on my 100th outing however and an old cyclist in his Bahrain cycling top, went past me and said bella è brava. I’ll take that as a compliment, as I didn’t really feel bella at all.

And that was my 100th run, just a shade over 10km and pro-rata I’m 86kms ahead of schedule, those extra few steps and metres each time start to add up. Oh and I found out I run in perfect time to Tigerfeet. Any other suggestions for the Dad Dancing playlist are welcome…

Playlist

My inaugural outing for my new ‘Dad Dancing’ inspired playlist

Tigerfeet – Mud

It’s Not Unusual – Tom Jones

Rasputin – Boney M

YMCA – Village People

The Can Can – Bad Manners

New York, New York – Frank Sinatra and Tony Bennett

Dizzy – Vic Reeves

You Can’t Hurry Love (twice) – Phil Collins

Come On Eileen – Dexy’s Midnight Runners

Ballroom Blitz – The Sweet

Sit Down – James

Brown Sugar – The Rolling Stones

Money For Nothing – Dire Straits

This Town Ain’t Big Enough For The Both Of Us – Sparks

School’s Out – Alice Cooper

Eye Of the Tiger – Survivor

Jump Around – House of Pain

You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet – BTO

Stats

Distance 10.28km

Time 1:12:30

Average Pace 7:03 (mins/km)

Elevation Gain 41 metres

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Run 938.40

Kms to be Done 1079.60