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Running the Victoria Line – A Video

Friday, March 12th, 2010

As you may know, I’m trying to run the length of every London Underground train line with my friend Laura this year. Shortly after we decided to go ahead with the idea, I decided to ring Transport For London because I thought it might be of interest to them.

I’m quite used to the hard sell of explaining slightly odd expeditions to whoever it is that’s unfortunate enough to pick up the phone at the organisation I’m trying to get help from but that doesn’t stop an unpleasant knot forming in my stomach every time I do. I hate it, if I’m honest.

And so I appreciated all the more the wonderful “The world is a good place” moment when the guy on the other end of the phone got exactly what I was talking about, realised I wasn’t trying to sell him anything or ask for money, and immediately came up with some great ways to help us out. So, in addition to the very generous gift of complimentary Oyster cards with credit, a couple of employees gave up their Sunday morning to chase around the Underground system with a video camera and film us running along the Victoria Line.

…and all of that was far too many words for what, essentially, is a blog post to show off this cool new video.

 

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The Dishwasher Dash (and 9 other ways I squeeze exercise into my working day)

Saturday, February 27th, 2010

One of the frustrating things about being desk-bound for the majority of my working days is the lethargy it threatens to instill. As such, I’ve been dabbling with a number of ways to squeeze in little tidbits of exercise to my daily routine. Here’s a few of them:

  1. Leaving my phone in the next room so I have to walk/run when it rings
  2. Doing one-legged squats to stand up (and sit down again)*
  3. Alternating my desk position between sitting bolt-upright, balancing on a Swiss ball and kneeling on the floor
  4. Always using the upstairs loo and always running up the stairs to it (if I know it’s engaged then I’ll just tag the door and run back to use the downstairs one)
  5. Putting my water/tea just out of reach so I have to stretch for it*
  6. Conducting all phone calls on a Swiss ball (sitting if it’s important, kneeling if not so important)
  7. Standing up every time someone comes to talk to me (see #2)
  8. Dancing whilst making my lunch (I work home alone a lot)
  9. Sprinting to open the dishwasher door before it makes a second annoying bleep
  10. Recognising that every opportunity for movement and activity is a chance to keep my mind and body in shape

What have you got to add?

(*These techniques, and the broader concept, come courtesy of Mr Rob Cousins)

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5 health benefits of cold water swimming

Friday, February 5th, 2010

If you had to assign one attribute to the kind of people who jump into ice-encrusted lakes for fun, it would probably be: weird. But, if pushed for a second, I bet it would be: healthy.

Overweight, lethargic, bad skin, thin hair. These are not adjectives often associated with those crazy cold water enthusiasts. Try: athletic, youthful and toned with good complexions and lots of energy. So, what’s their secret? What are the real health benefits of regular exposure to cold water and are they available to normal people without masochistic tendencies?

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1. Boosts your immune system

For your body, a sudden and drastic change in temperature constitutes an attack – as anyone who’s ever fallen overboard in British waters will concur. And, whilst “attacking” your own body may not sound like a good thing, there is no harm in keeping it on its toes. In fact, quite the opposite.

Scientists from the Czech Republic immersed witting subjects in cold water for one hour, three times a week and monitored their physiology. They found significant increases in white blood cell counts and several other factors relating to the immune system. This was attributed to the cold water being a mild stressor which activates the immune system and gives it some practice.

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2. For an all-natural high

Winter swimmers talk a lot about the ‘high’ they get from cold water – a feeling of wellbeing that’s so encompassing that it becomes quite addictive (who doesn’t want to feel truly good, at least once a day?) The cause? Endorphins.

Endorphins are the body’s natural pain killers and, in the case of a cold dip, it uses them to take the sting away from your skin. So, to get high on your own supply, all you need to do is jump in a river.

And if you think that sounds dangerously close to the pleasure/pain barrier then you’re probably right. The two other primary causes for endorphin release are pain and orgasm.

The cold will also stimulate your parasympathetic system, which is responsible for rest and repair, and this can trigger the release of dopamine and serotonin. These neurotransmitters are a vital part of keeping us happy and low levels of them are linked with depression. Couple this effect with the endorphin rush as you take the plunge and it should make for a warm glow and a wide smile when you re-emerge.

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3. Gets your blood pumping

Being hot brings blood to surface. Being cold sends it to your organs. Both extremes work your heart like a pump. That’s why the whole sit in the sauna, roll in the snow, sit in the sauna thing makes people glow. But why is increased blood flow good for you?

Well, it helps flush your circulation for starters, pushing blood through all your capillaries, veins and arteries. It will exfoliate your skin and flush impurities from it, thus helping your complexion (firm-bodied women of all ages around pool sides say it stops cellulite). Evidence also demonstrates that your body adapts to the cold with repeated exposure and this may improve your circulation, particularly to your extremities – no bad thing in the winter months.

You could get these benefits by switching between the hot and cold taps in your shower (or the sauna, snow, sauna thing) but that doesn’t sound nearly as fun as quick dip in your local pond followed by wrapping up warm afterwards.

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4. Improves your sex life

The suggestion of a cold shower might bring forth images of hot-headed young men trying to quell wanton urges but research paints a different picture.

In a study with a similar format to the one described above, participants took daily cold baths and were monitored for changes. In addition to some similar results to their Czech counterparts, these researchers also found increased production of testosterone and oestrogen in men and women respectively.

In addition to enhancing libido in both sexes, these hormones also play an important role in fertility. In fact, one technique recommended for men looking to fatherhood is to bathe their testicles in cold water every day.  Whatever your procreative desires, a dip of a different sort certainly could add an edge to your sex life.

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5. Burns calories

We all know that swimming is great exercise but there are some extra benefits from doing it in the North Sea that you just won’t get from a warm wade in the Med.

Swimming in cold water will make your body work twice as hard to keep you warm and burn more calories in the process. For this sort of exercise, fat is your body’s primary source of energy and the increased work rate will increase your metabolism in the long run.

 

(This article was originally written for the Outdoor Swimming Society)

 

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50k (The Gatliff Marathon)

Thursday, January 21st, 2010

Scanning the horizon for unclimbed Russian peaks

“50k?”, shouts the skinny man running towards me in tiny shorts and a flourescent vest.
“50k!”, I cry in return before wading into the river.

Well, it’s more of a flooded field than a river but it certainly looks like the latter and, as it rises across my shins, over the knees and up my thighs, it feels like one too.

“We could just go round”, offers Matt helpfully from the shore where he looks down at me with mild distaste. It’s not clear whether this is from the thought of having to wade through waist deep water or because he’s got to spend the next 30 miles with a running mate whose route finding takes him into a lake within the first 500 yards.

Getting out of the car had been the hardest part. Heaters on, stereo blaring and clothes dry, rolling out into the maelstrom of South East England took a lot of will power. Actually, it took a moment of shouting, “Go go go!” to the rest of the car and jumping out before my mind could convince me otherwise.

The next tricky step was committing to the full distance. We’d signed up and paid for the 50-kilometre route but, with darkness filling the sky as fast as our minds, it was all too tempting to downgrade to a 30k or even the 20k. Both of us felt it but neither of us was willing to admit it. So we did what all men do in such situations and skirted around the issue:

“How you feeling?”
“Yeah, alright. You?”
“Yeah, alright. It is pretty wet.”
“Yeah, pretty wet.”

Indecision and machismo lead us to the green sheet of directions. 50k.

The advantage of running straight into a massive puddle after less than a minute (and it took some presence of mind to find one through the expletives) is that the inevitable was over. I was wet. Soaked. My trainers oozed mud with every step and I no longer made the effort to run around pools of water or wasted any more nervous energy on the what-ifs.

Nevertheless, I backtrack, and we run around Lake Victoria with the our scrawny high-vis friend in hot pursuit.

The first “checkpoint” is three middle aged men in waterproof jackets, cowering from the rain under the boot of a car. I hand in our timesheets with the customary:

“I got here first. Make sure you stamp mine before his”.

“Squash is over there”, comes the reply with a finger pointing towards a sodden fold-out table with a dozen plastic cups in disarray and a bottle of own-brand cordial.

It’s raining pretty hard now.

There’s something wonderfully enlightening about embracing the elements. After a series of comedy jackets-on-jackets-off routines, we are both soaked through on top as well as below now.

Is that hail?

We’re in a muddy field, in Kent, on a Sunday morning, wearing leggings and being battered by Mother Nature. And the best bit? We chose to do this!

Yeah, that’s definitely hail. We’d better pick the pace up.

We didn’t make it all the way. Matt’s hip was deteriorating and, despite my really clever idea of continuing to run further away and hope he kept going, we saw a roadsign back to the start, stuck our thumbs out and started walking. Presented with a novel dilemma – aching bones preferring the sensation of walking, numb digits preferring the pumping blood from running – I resorted to running back and forth with my hands wedged up my arm pits to keep them from freezing.

Back in the car – heaters on, stereo blaring, clothes wet – the feeling of apprehension that the wall of wet outside had instilled on the journey over was now replaced with a warm fuzzy feeling that tingled through even the numbest of my toes.

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If you enjoy running up hills and eating biscuits, I’d highly recommend the Long Distance Walking Association Challenge Events. This one was the Gatliff Marathon.

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How to become an Eco Ironman – Six of the Best, December 09

Thursday, January 14th, 2010

Kiwi tree stump

Here are some blog entries from other peoples’ websites that I have enjoyed or got something from over the last month and think that you might too. Have a look and vote for the ones you like:

(If you’re viewing this through Facebook or an RSS Reader, you might not be able to see the articles and poll above. Try the original article instead).

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Running the Tube

Monday, January 11th, 2010

Over the course of 2010, I will be running the length of every London Underground train line. I started yesterday, going about 14 miles or so around the route of the Circle Line.

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How?

Let’s use the Victoria Line as our example. I”ll “touch-in” with my Oyster card at Brixton then turn around and run back up the steps to the street. Then I’ll run to every Victoria Line Tube stop on my way overland to Walthamstow Central where I’ll lean over the barriers and “touch-out” so I’ve got a record of the journey. That’ll be around 19 miles.

There’s about 13 Tube lines so I’ll spread them out over the year.

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Why?

  • I love exercise and particularly when it’s outdoors
  • I love London and this is an opportunity to see it in a different way
  • I was in desperate need of an adventure fix and this is cheap, easy and fun
  • To encourage other people to embrace their surroundings, whatever they may be, and have an everyday adventure

I’ll also be raising money for the British Lung Foundation in due course.

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Want more?

I’ll be documenting it with photos, maybe some videos and possibly even with a GPS tracker if technology allows. You’ll be able to follow my progress on this blog and can check the Challenge page at any time for the latest.

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Egg & Spoon Race – A Video

Monday, December 28th, 2009

Here’s a little video from the Egg & Spoon Race I organised recently. It was put together by a cool new organisation called Leap Anywhere who I gave a talk to recently and are well worth checking out.

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Life in the fast lane – Guest Blog: Alastair Humphreys

Saturday, December 26th, 2009

Early morning shower - Alastair Humphreys

It gives me great pleasure to introduce today a guest blog from someone who, although he may not be aware, has been pivotal to me in many ways: Alastair Humphreys.

I read Al’s blog all the time but I’ve also read his books and know that he has a wonderfully creative way with words. So, I asked if he would write something in that vein for me. He did:

“I’m in the fast lane of the motorway, zipping past all the souls in less of a hurry than me. The winter sky is blue and sharply cold. But I have the window wide open. I am relishing the noisy buffeting of the freezing air. The cold gale flays my post-race, glowing face and feels so good.

I am driving home from a triathlon and I am high on life. My feet are wrinkly, white and still numb from three hours of winter wetness. So I have the heater on full blast at the maximum heat, coaxing some life back into them. The hot air swirling around my toes feels hedonistic.

The radio is on full volume. It’s definitely an X-fm day not a Classic-fm one. If I was less sensible I would be driving at 200mph. I’m freezing my head in a winter gale, I’m roasting my feet. The passenger seat is strewn with food and I’m shovelling it into my face, groaning with pleasure at the delicious replenishing of calories. Pork pies and Haribo and all the random health bars you get in the goody bags at the end of races.

I realise that I am relishing experiencing things to the extreme today. And perhaps this is the attraction for me of entering races or going on expeditions. I cannot even imagine what exhilaration I would be feeling had I actually won the race! But I have never won a race in my life so that is not a factor for me in entering events.

This morning’s triathlon was tough. Off-road running, mountain biking and kayaking for three muddy, wet hours. I didn’t win. Never have, never will. But I tried my hardest and I was exhausted at the finish line. I had put all of my effort and energy into the race. How often are we able to say that honestly to ourselves after a normal day?

The self-satisfaction of doing something well, the restorative energy of time spent exercising out in nature, the polished sharp focus on the world that I feel right now, the desire to feel life’s extremes. And the sweet prospect on an afternoon wallowing on the sofa reading a book, drinking tea and enjoying the tired ache of well-used limbs. I squeeze a decibel or two more from the speakers, sink the accelerator a little lower and give thanks for life in the fast lane.”

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16.5%

Monday, December 14th, 2009

Hong Kong skyline at night - Thom Allen

A current ran up my right leg, passed through my abdomen, dropped down the other side and exited my body.

It left no damage except to my ego.

It was a biometrical impedance analysis or “thing that looks like weighing scales and tells you what percentage of your body is fat”. Mine was 16.5%. That puts me at the larger end of the “Fitness” category – below “Acceptable” and above “Athlete”. My pathetic vanity meant that this was a disappointment. I had hoped to be an “Athlete” – 10-12%.

A conversation with my friend – which was indulgently longer than the three words it deserved (“Get. Over. It.”) – set me straight.

I was measuring it in part out of curiousity – I’d never done it before – but also as part of the research for my Mile run. A top athlete performing in such an event would probably have a fat content of closer to 10% which would mean losing over a third of my body fat. “I need to make some drastic changes”, was my immediate thought.

But, apart from the obvious fact that I could make significant inroads to my performance by simply training more and improving my technique, this was a question of commitment.

My problem is that I do a lot of things half-heartedly, spread myself thin. I’ve played hockey for years and do alright but I’ve never competed at a high standard. I’ve had a guitar since I was a teenager and can play a few tunes but am no maestro. I do a lot of fitness stuff but I’ve never won any races.

I’ve set myself the challenge of running a mile as fast as I can. I won’t reach the 4-minute bench mark because I know that will take more effort than I am willing to give. But how far am I willing to go? Will this be another thing that I’ll take on, do alright at and then move on from? Or will the hands that type this blog in a year’s time be one third thinner than the ones that write it now?

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Mile Diary #1 – Not enough lycra

Thursday, December 3rd, 2009

Triathlon promo shot (cropped) - www.DavidTett.com

Warning: This article contains references to, and discussion of, the term “chafe”. Those under 18 and/or of a weak constitution are advised to seek advice before reading

Why does this always happen?

I’m late. Cycling through rain back from Guildford. On the train back from London. Discussing the terms of another voluntary position (are any of them not?). The excuses change but the result doesn’t.

I’m late.

Falling out of the car / off my bike, I jog through the car park and past the trees burdened with the weight of Autumn, and onto the track. He’s standing there in what I must say is a rather nice pair of lycra trousers. Nike, I think.

“How many sets of lycra do you have?”, I ask.

He gives me a blank look. The kind you’d probably expect from someone you just asked how many sets of lycra they have. But in this case it’s the opposite.

“Er, I dunno. A lot.”

I liked this guy.

I remember defending my interest in cycling at university with the caveat that “I would never wear lycra”. Times change. I’m a fan. I have a drawer dedicated to stretchy clothes suitable for excercise.

Chafe’s no laughing matter.

During one particularly memorable run in which I neglected to don appropriate clothing, I disappeared into the bushes about 2 hours in and had to remove the offending under-garment so as to make it home without the aid Ibuprofen and liberal applications of Vaseline (neither of which, I hasten to add, I had on my person). I also once had to walk the last hour of a race, in the dark, in November, because my team mate was struggling with more rubbing than Aladdin’s lamp.

Chafe’s no laughing matter.

What with regular cycling, runs, hockey matches, hockey training and now, track sessions, I simply don’t have enough lycra. Or, at least, not enough clean lycra.

“Right, we’re doing four three-hundreds”, he says.

That’s four lots of 300-metre shuttles with a 3-minute rest in between each.

“Doesn’t sound too bad”, I reply.

175 metres later, I change my mind.

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I am currently training to run a mile as fast as I can. This is my diary and it originally appeared at What’s Your Challenge?

  • Personal Best: 6 minutes 5 seconds
  • Latest Time: Unknown (forgot to put stopwatch on)

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