Wednesday, 2 November 2011
Toilets & Drinking Water on the route
Here's a map I've stitched together to show where there are permanent toilets & water points along the route. They are:
1 Kingston Gate, Richmond Park
2 Ham Gate, Richmond Park
3 The Pheasantry Visitors Centre, Bushy Park - Toilets only
4 Robin Hood Gate, Richmond Park
5 The Pavillion at the Richardson Evans Memorial Playing Fields has an outside tap
6 The Windmill on Wimbledon Common
There is nothing in Home Park, so from when you leave Richmond Park at Ham Gate to when you come back in at Kingston Gate there is no public provision of drinking water. That's nearly 12 miles without a drink. However, if really thirsty you could ask for some water from the catering staff at the Pheasantry. Or Boaters pub on the river. Or the White Hart pub opposite Kingston bridge.
I once begged for water at a little booth selling drinks in the grounds of Hampton Court; but those booths are not open all year round, - summer season only.
If you carry a belt pouch when running, you could try fitting an unbreakable light cup in it, a child's polythene mug, say, and could then easily get water from a handbasin in the Pheasantry toilets. Or if none of those options seem good to you, you could make a small diversion in Bushy Park. When you come in to the Park, instead of running diagonally into the middle of the park, run straight ahead along the path, and you come to public toilets by the children's playground. There is drinking water available there. From there head out towards the Diana Fountain and pick up the route again at the left hand end of car park.
So there are lots of options available for the resouceful, without having to stop and buy a drink. But the best option if running unsupported is to carry water in a special rucksack, - Camelbacks as they are known. A friend has lent me one for this marathon project and it has worked out really well. Thanks for that Steve.
Sunday, 30 October 2011
Marathon Training Runs
When I first started running with a club, a marathon seemed to be a superhuman attainment, and I entertained a vague notion that I would eventually do one and then retire. When I found out how many people in the club ran marathons regularly and thought nothing of it, that didn't seem like such a heroic notion. But still it has taken me over 11 years to get round to it. The chief reason for that has been the time required for the training. This year I am finally doing it.
So how difficult has it been, grinding out the long runs, increasing the milage I ran per week from ~8 up to 40? Frankly far easier than I ever dared to hope. For that, I must say that my training plan has proved to be very good - all credit for that to Runners World website (http://www.runnersworld.co.uk/) where I got it from. Secondly, what has helped enormously has been that I like, no make that love, the places I have been running in. Also that I have deliberately not put myself under any pressure to try to achieve any particular speed. I just run and enjoy myself. I look around me and look for wildlife, watch for interesting things happening, keeping an eye out for anything unusual. I don't wear headphones when running, despite the fact that I love listening to music, and a long run would be an ideal opportunity to do so. But listening to the sounds of nature is a key part of the experience, and often the first indication that there is something to look at. Finally, I have been exceptionally lucky in having some remarkably good weather for running. Throughout September and October as my milage has crept up from 12 to 20 for my long runs, 2 miles further each week, the weather has held out, being consistently dry and sunny, not too hot (with one exception), but not cold either and with moderate winds. Perfect conditions for me.
Some of my midweek long runs have had to be run at least partially at night. These have been really fun, too. I carry a torch but have found myself rarely needing to use it. When I do, it is frequently to alert other users of the path to my presence (usually cyclists!) Even in the dark it has usually been perfectly easy to make out where the path is. A gravelled path like the cycle routes in Richmond Park is very obvious, but even where the path is only defined by the grass being shorter can still be made out when ones eyes have adjusted.
And at night when there are fewer people around, one can see and hear different wildlife, not just the nocturnal creatures but the shy ones which hide away when there are lots of people and dogs around. I've heard owls hooting, seen bats silhouetted against the sky, darting silently after moths, with their sudden unpredictable changes of direction. I've seen herons flying quite low overhead, with their huge wingspan making them look very dramatic. I've heard the eerie calls of foxes, and once, up on Wimbledon Common, I heard a strange pig-like grunting sound. Was it a badger? Or could it have been a hedgehog? Or perhaps a roe deer? I never did see a deer on the Common on my training runs, but researching on the internet I see that the Wimbledon Parkrun website indicates that there are some. I hope there are. It is ideal habitat for them. Later on that same run I heard a slight rustle in the leaves on the ground as I ran past, and it continued for a little bit so I knew it wasn't my feet disturbing anything which ha caused it. I thought it must be a mouse or a vole and on a whim I stopped and turned and shone my torch where I thought the sound had come from. It was a toad. I quickly turned off my torch and resumed my run, and heard it rustling the leaves again as I left. One dark evening I ran through the middle of Richmond Park during the rutting season, with huge stags bellowing to each other all around me. That was an experience I feel truly privelleged to have had. A couple of weeks later I ran a similar route, but the rut seemed to have ended. I saw and heard nothing for most of the way round until down by Ham Gate, just a mile from the end, I heard a woody clattering sort of noise, and looked round to make out in the faint light two young stags, still practicing their fighting with their antlers interlocked. I could tell they weren't fully grown males fighting in earnest. Other deer stood around silently grazing or watching the fighters. That made my night.
There are fish to be seen in virtually all the water along the route, ponds, streams and even the river Thames. It's not easy to spot anything when you are running of course, but I have sometimes paused by a pond or stream on my way round and been rewarded by the sight of fish.
It's not just the fauna either. The flora is very varied along the route of the run. That's deliberate. there are dense woods, gardens, flat grass, tussocky grass, bushes, bracken and heathland. One bonus of the very warm dry autumn we have had this year is that the autumn colours seem to be that bit more spectacular, with the trees forming more vivid reds and golds than usual. Or is it just my imagination. For a couple of weeks the acorns were falling, and in places when there was a slight breeze, there would be a sound like a hailstorm as they fell in great numbers. I was surprised none of them ever hit me. They certainly startled a couple of ladies walking ahead of me on the path one time.
So all told, I have really enjoyed my training runs. I did some long ones on short holidays, in the Welsh borders, Norfolk farmland and Lancastrian hills, just south of the Lake District. Unknown territory, for which I had to carry maps and consult them at regular intervals. A slightly daunting prospect, running an unknown route in completely unfamiliar territory, with the danger of getting miles off course and hopelessly lost, but I made it back OK each time. And enjoying the runs is really what it's all about.
I have marvelled sometimes, when I found myself without another person in sight, and thought, "This is London. One of the largest cities on the planet. And there's just me and some deer." But of course I've also had a phone with me, and it has also cheered me and maintained my morale enormously when my wife has called, by pre-arrangement, to ask where I am and how I am getting on, and offer her encouragement. Many thanks to her for that.
I want to end this post by sharing with you these photographs I took of the most spectacular rainbow I have ever seen. It was in Lancashire towards the end of my long run, and the sun was sinking low behind me, and dark clouds were starting to pour heavily ahead of me but I was still dry, and these rainbows formed , complete from one side to another (if you look above the main one there is a second fainter one, and a vertical one joining the two in the second picture). Rainbows, like sunsets, rarely come out as spectacularly in photographs as they appear to the naked eye, but these are still very good (in my humble opinion). So imagine they were even more vivid than they appear here.
So how difficult has it been, grinding out the long runs, increasing the milage I ran per week from ~8 up to 40? Frankly far easier than I ever dared to hope. For that, I must say that my training plan has proved to be very good - all credit for that to Runners World website (http://www.runnersworld.co.uk/) where I got it from. Secondly, what has helped enormously has been that I like, no make that love, the places I have been running in. Also that I have deliberately not put myself under any pressure to try to achieve any particular speed. I just run and enjoy myself. I look around me and look for wildlife, watch for interesting things happening, keeping an eye out for anything unusual. I don't wear headphones when running, despite the fact that I love listening to music, and a long run would be an ideal opportunity to do so. But listening to the sounds of nature is a key part of the experience, and often the first indication that there is something to look at. Finally, I have been exceptionally lucky in having some remarkably good weather for running. Throughout September and October as my milage has crept up from 12 to 20 for my long runs, 2 miles further each week, the weather has held out, being consistently dry and sunny, not too hot (with one exception), but not cold either and with moderate winds. Perfect conditions for me.
Some of my midweek long runs have had to be run at least partially at night. These have been really fun, too. I carry a torch but have found myself rarely needing to use it. When I do, it is frequently to alert other users of the path to my presence (usually cyclists!) Even in the dark it has usually been perfectly easy to make out where the path is. A gravelled path like the cycle routes in Richmond Park is very obvious, but even where the path is only defined by the grass being shorter can still be made out when ones eyes have adjusted.
And at night when there are fewer people around, one can see and hear different wildlife, not just the nocturnal creatures but the shy ones which hide away when there are lots of people and dogs around. I've heard owls hooting, seen bats silhouetted against the sky, darting silently after moths, with their sudden unpredictable changes of direction. I've seen herons flying quite low overhead, with their huge wingspan making them look very dramatic. I've heard the eerie calls of foxes, and once, up on Wimbledon Common, I heard a strange pig-like grunting sound. Was it a badger? Or could it have been a hedgehog? Or perhaps a roe deer? I never did see a deer on the Common on my training runs, but researching on the internet I see that the Wimbledon Parkrun website indicates that there are some. I hope there are. It is ideal habitat for them. Later on that same run I heard a slight rustle in the leaves on the ground as I ran past, and it continued for a little bit so I knew it wasn't my feet disturbing anything which ha caused it. I thought it must be a mouse or a vole and on a whim I stopped and turned and shone my torch where I thought the sound had come from. It was a toad. I quickly turned off my torch and resumed my run, and heard it rustling the leaves again as I left. One dark evening I ran through the middle of Richmond Park during the rutting season, with huge stags bellowing to each other all around me. That was an experience I feel truly privelleged to have had. A couple of weeks later I ran a similar route, but the rut seemed to have ended. I saw and heard nothing for most of the way round until down by Ham Gate, just a mile from the end, I heard a woody clattering sort of noise, and looked round to make out in the faint light two young stags, still practicing their fighting with their antlers interlocked. I could tell they weren't fully grown males fighting in earnest. Other deer stood around silently grazing or watching the fighters. That made my night.
There are fish to be seen in virtually all the water along the route, ponds, streams and even the river Thames. It's not easy to spot anything when you are running of course, but I have sometimes paused by a pond or stream on my way round and been rewarded by the sight of fish.
It's not just the fauna either. The flora is very varied along the route of the run. That's deliberate. there are dense woods, gardens, flat grass, tussocky grass, bushes, bracken and heathland. One bonus of the very warm dry autumn we have had this year is that the autumn colours seem to be that bit more spectacular, with the trees forming more vivid reds and golds than usual. Or is it just my imagination. For a couple of weeks the acorns were falling, and in places when there was a slight breeze, there would be a sound like a hailstorm as they fell in great numbers. I was surprised none of them ever hit me. They certainly startled a couple of ladies walking ahead of me on the path one time.
So all told, I have really enjoyed my training runs. I did some long ones on short holidays, in the Welsh borders, Norfolk farmland and Lancastrian hills, just south of the Lake District. Unknown territory, for which I had to carry maps and consult them at regular intervals. A slightly daunting prospect, running an unknown route in completely unfamiliar territory, with the danger of getting miles off course and hopelessly lost, but I made it back OK each time. And enjoying the runs is really what it's all about.
I have marvelled sometimes, when I found myself without another person in sight, and thought, "This is London. One of the largest cities on the planet. And there's just me and some deer." But of course I've also had a phone with me, and it has also cheered me and maintained my morale enormously when my wife has called, by pre-arrangement, to ask where I am and how I am getting on, and offer her encouragement. Many thanks to her for that.
I want to end this post by sharing with you these photographs I took of the most spectacular rainbow I have ever seen. It was in Lancashire towards the end of my long run, and the sun was sinking low behind me, and dark clouds were starting to pour heavily ahead of me but I was still dry, and these rainbows formed , complete from one side to another (if you look above the main one there is a second fainter one, and a vertical one joining the two in the second picture). Rainbows, like sunsets, rarely come out as spectacularly in photographs as they appear to the naked eye, but these are still very good (in my humble opinion). So imagine they were even more vivid than they appear here.
Monday, 24 October 2011
Running Accoutrements
When I first started running, the only equipment I needed was a decent pair of running shoes. With this marathon project I have undertaken, I have found that the paraphernalia required and list of things to do before starting has increased to the extent that I now need a checklist before I go on a long run.
Firstly, check toenails are short with no sharp edges. It has happened before that I come back from a run to find blood on my socks after a nail has slowly sliced into the skin of the adjoining toe!
Vaseline to prevent chafing in susceptible areas.
Micropore tape for the nipples, see above.
Suncream for bald head. If it is very cold I wear a woolly hat, but on most days sunburn is the danger.
Sweatband, to keep sweat mixed with suncream out of eyes.
Camelback preferably filled with a mixture of water & fruit juice, to stay hydrated on very long runs. I’ve been lent this item by a friend at my running club, and it has proved invaluable.
Running shorts with a decent pocket – preferably sealable, to keep car key safe, if not using the above.
Mobile phone, with camera, for photographing key points on the route.
Arm pouch for above.
Garmin for recording and measuring the route.
Wind up torch if running after dark. This has been very useful. I don’t need to use it often, and mostly for alerting others (like cyclists) to my presence, but the fact that I can recharge it whenever it gets dim is very reassuring, and means I don’t have to carry spare batteries and stop to swap them over in the dark.
Plastic bags to sit on in car at the end of the run, to save the car seats. Plastic bag and change of shoes if running shoes are likely to be very muddy.
Warm top to put on at end of run if there’s a danger of getting really cold when I stop.
Map, if exploring a new route. It is sometimes essential to carry one, but I find it adds a lot of time to a run if I keep consulting one.
Quite an increase!
Tuesday, 18 October 2011
The route in pictures
http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=5071510 If you are a memberof the Good Run Guide website: http://www.goodrunguide.co.uk/RunDetails.asp?RunID=2408# Click on the pictures to enlarge them. ![]() |
Start from the Kingston Gate car park in Richmond Park, cross the road and go up this path through the trees. There are optional steps. |
and where it starts to curve right and head uphill to the car park, branch off it and onto the bridle path (continuing initially in a straight line).
Pass an isolated clump of trees on the right.
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After a while the bridle path broadens out to become a track, and then curves slightly right, and then joins a tarmac path (shown below where the arrow curves left).
Continue in the direction you were going on that path. You were on this path in the opposite direction earlier, between Isabella Plantation and Pen Ponds.
This path ends at the perimeter road. Cross the road (carefully) and take the track opposite (shown below).
Pass an isolated clump of trees on the right.
After a while the bridle path broadens out to become a track, and then curves slightly right, and then joins a tarmac path (shown below where the arrow curves left).
Continue in the direction you were going on that path. You were on this path in the opposite direction earlier, between Isabella Plantation and Pen Ponds.
This path ends at the perimeter road. Cross the road (carefully) and take the track opposite (shown below).
which leads down to Ham Gate again.
At Ham Gate turn left and follow the cycle path round the perimeter back to Kingston Gate. Cross the road carefully and go to the car park and the finish.
Hooray!
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