All posts by Andy Todd

Can I Have My Money Back? (Andrew)

Last year I shared my diary entries for my attempt to drive a car bought for £100 from Plymouth to Dakar, on the west coast of Africa. But what I completely forgot to share was what happened after, when we returned home after less than 12 hours of driving.

We’d raised money for Action for Children, and received corporate sponsorship from some generous firms and individual sponsorships from friends, family and colleagues. Sadly, we didn’t know Elon Musk, but I’m sure even the world’s richest man also thinks “God no, not another sponsorship request!” when someone sends an email for a fun run sponsorship around Tesla HQ. But, even without a billionaire, we’d done okay and were happy with the amount we’d raised for charity, even though we had spectacularly failed to complete the race. See here.

All was good. Except for one person.

“What do you mean, you didn’t complete it?” they asked.

“Our gears broke. We couldn’t drive more than 10mph. We had to abandon the car and then abandon the race. There was nothing we could do.” I explained.

“Well, there’s one thing you can do now,” they said.

“What’s that?”

“You can give me my money back!”

I laughed. I thought they were joking. They’d sponsored us £50, or to be more accurate, they’d sponsored the treatment of sick children in hospital fifty pounds.

“Do you us to break little Timmy’s leg again then,” I joked.

“No,” they said, “I just want my money back.” Before they added, because they wanted to show they were not being completely unreasonable: “Just let Timmy heal.”

This continued for another couple of minutes but every joke I made or comment designed to remind them how the charity was benifitting from their sponsorship was met with an outstretched open palm and a demand to put cash in it.

So, I had to pay them back. £50 for charity returned because we hadn’t completed the race.

It was a dick move. And, to be fair, probably the kind of move Elon Musk would pull too so I’m glad we didn’t get any sponsorship from him as he may have demanded his billion dollars back.

“Worst investment since Twitter,” he’d have said, which would be a tad harsh. At least we haven’t encouraged far right Nazis. At least not deliberately, I can’t speak for Action for Children.

In any event, the money was returned. The person was happy and I made sure to add a proviso to any future sponsorship requests: “Donations are non-refundable!”

Outdoor Swim Review: Cushendun Beach (Andrew)

Does this review count if it’s in Northern Ireland and not Scotland? I’d argue that it’s the same sea, just different shores so on that basis it deserves to be here.

I was in Northern Ireland in September was lucky to be staying in the small village of Cushendun during the heatwave. Every day was mid 20s and blue skies. It was more like the Mediterranean than the Irish Sea. But, even with such fantastic conditions, this was a great place for a swim. A

Water Quality

Crystal clear.

Swim Quality

Nice and shallow near the beach and very easy to swim and never be too far from a spot you can stand up, if you want to.

Other people

I suspect it wasn’t just because of the weather that this was a popular spot. I saw swimmers every time I passed the beach. It’s a busy place.

Overall

Just a great spot for a swim if you happen to be in this part of the world.

Hot Yoga in Glasgow (Andrew)

If the name Bikram means anything to you then it probably means either yoga or Netflix or both. Birkam was and is a famous yoga teacher who developed a form of yoga that uses a hot studio to help with practices. Vikram is also an infamous yoga teacher who may have abused his position and power to attack and denigrate woman and others. The Netflix documentary ‘Bikram: Yogi, Guru, Predator’ covers all the accusations.

For me, he reminds me of one thing and one thing only. Dirty underpants. 

I went to one of his hot yoga studios in Manchester. Everyone there had a designated spot to practice in the studio with each mat carefully set out to get as many people as possible into the room. As the room is set to forty degrees, condensation drips off the wall and, for men, most are just wearing a pair of shorts. Except one man. The man in front of me. He just had a pair of off-white y-fronts. For 90 minutes every time he would bend or stretch I could see his buttocks through the translucent sweaty pants. 

And what was worse, there was no escape. The teacher had locked the door. 

“So no one thinks of leaving.” He said, “if you’re too hot, just have a drink of water. Don’t leave. Leaving is cheating!”

Which was of no help to me as the posterior in front of me crested into my vision again. 

I would have said that was my worse experience of hot yoga but this at least was in a proper studio. When hot yoga started in Glasgow it was started by a man who ran it in his flat. He placed towels around the doors and windows. Cranked up some gas fires and turned his living room into the Sahara desert. Though after 90 minutes of sweating, perhaps the Amazon river would be a better description as the sweat pooled and flowed through a first floor tenement flat. 

It was unofficial. Unregulated. And completely bonkers as the man who ran it would often stop the class and say:

“Does anyone fancy a Greggs sausage roll? Or is that just me?”

We’d be standing on one leg, breathing in out and stretching arms out wide, he’d be thinking of his tea.

And, all the while, we were creating the biggest fire risk since the Human Torch decided to visit a firework factory. 

Anyway, today I went to a sauna in the Westend and thought about how the studio is no longer there. Or, I should say, the flat is still there, but the studio has long gone. It moved into a dedicated studio in the Westend of Glasgow, just off Byres Road. Sadly, it shut down, a victim of lockdown, I think. I passed it today and smiled as it’s now next to a Greggs The Bakers. And before it shut, I hoped the teacher had the opportunity to pop in for a chicken lattice during classes.

Kirkintilloch 12k Race Report 2024 (Andrew)

At what point does a race become a Ryanair Race? A race that calls itself one thing but actually takes place somewhere else? Like the Edinburgh Marathon, where most of the miles are in Musselborough. Or this year’s Kirkintilloch 12k which starts at the end of Kirkintilloch and takes a detour through Moodiesburn?

Not that it should have been in Moodiesburn. This year, due to building work on the route, the course had to be altered to avoid a closed section of road. This wasn’t a surprise to me as I’d run the race route a few weeks before and had thought then that the race might even be cancelled. Instead, the route was changed so that the race could go ahead.

While it was disappointing not to run the same route and compare my time against previous attempts, it did mean that whatever time I ran was a new personal best. Result.

The change of route also meant that the two steepest climbs were omitted. The race is known for being a hilly race, with 7 climbs in 12 KM. But although the organisers promised the new route would match the climbs, the new section was much flatter and easier.

As always the race was well organised and there was a good selection of treats at the finishing line. And, unlike Ryanair, the treats were free.

Hyrox: The Aftermath (Andrew)

Hyrox is not a great event to include in a consistent triathlon training programme. While it does involve running, it’s not really a run. It uses the arms, back and shoulders so could help with the swim but the only thing you’re swimming in is the sweat from the other half naked competitors. It’s a hybrid event but one that requires a couple of days to recover as my legs were still gubbed five days later but at least by then I could at least bend over and pull my socks on. At the start of the week, bending over was painful and stiff on Monday. Then on Tuesday, my forearms became numb and stiff too. I couldn’t work out at first why they were now sore when they were fine on Sunday and Monday. I took me a couple of hours to realise that as both forearms were sore in the same place then it’s likely to be internal bruising from catching the 6kg wall ball 100 times. Hyrox: the sport that keeps on giving… internal injuries. 

Race Report – Hyrox Glasgow 2024 (Andrew)

For more on Hyrox you can read my race report from last year: here (part one) and here (part two)

I’m assuming for this race report that you now know everything about Hyrox and what happens when you take part. If not, then please complete the homework above and then come back to this paragraph.

Homework complete, this year’s Hyrox was spread over two days and had 4,000 athletes complete at the SECC. It was so busy, that athletes were still being sent out in waves at 8pm. Admittedly, and sensibly, the faster athletes went later so there was no risk that someone was still trying to complete the wall balls at midnight.

We were in the 1840 wave, which was late, but it looked like the waves were being sent out in alphabetical order. As TwinBikeRun we were in the T wave, which was ironic as we couldn’t have any T(ea) as we were racing at dinner time. Instead, I had a large lunch, then an afternoon snack, then I regretted eating too much and felt myself too full during the race. Better planning needed in the future. Or better eating. I could just have had less sweet things and more fruit and fibre…

Unlike last year, there was a changing room for competitors. Last year we had to use a toilet to get changed, this year we had a corner of a hall surrounded by Heras fencing. Unfortunately, Heras fencing doesn’t overlap, it has gaps between fencing so it was less a changing room and more a peep show for anyone who fancied seeing some male nudity.

Not that they needed to – just like last year, Hyrox seems to remove most male sense of decency as half the competitors race topless. Why? I have no idea. You spend part of the event with your chest on the ground doing burpees, why you would to be naked on the same spot everyone else has sweated on is something I don’t understand. Are they more aerodynamic? Is a macho thing? Did they just forget their gym kit and, like a Primary School PE class, they’re made to take part anyway? I have no idea. But if you do decide to take part, please remember your tshirt. If not for me, at least for my wife, who dammed the confidence of all of wannabe adonis last year by loudly saying “It’s not like they’re even braw!”

For this second attempt, I practiced my burpees by training properly. Well, maybe not training. I watched a couple of videos on YouTube to confirm the right technique. This meant the burpees were not as horrible as last year.

I also tried a different approach to the farmer’s carry. Last year, after chalking my hands to carry the weights, I’d sweated away the chalk by the halfway point. This year I put a chunk of chalk in my short pocket and reapplied it when my hands started to slip. Smart. (And I don’t think it was cheating as I couldn’t find anything in the rules that say you can’t use the chalk again).

Overall, a great event that is well run, filled with a variety of challenges and well worth a go if you fancy something different.

Jimmy Irvine 10K 2023 Race Report (Andrew)

There is a shop near me that sells paintings of post war Glasgow for £10. In the many years that I’ve passed this shop, I’ve never seen a single painting sold. It may be that the reason it doesn’t sell any paintings is that the shop is not a gallery, instead it’s a print shop filled with photocopies and industrial printers. The paintings do not appear in the shop at all either. They are just in one window, facing a side street. The window contains a handful of paintings and a very faded price. Or it may be that the paintings are awful. Not Iain TwinBikeRun awful – see here – but awful in a way which suggests the Glasgow post war was mainly smiling barefooted children in tenements and trams. I’m not surprised no one has ever bought a painting. You couldn’t give them away. Unless they were handed out at the end of a race.

The Jimmy Irvine 10k always has a hand made t-shirt with a black and white drawing showing runners and the man himself, Jimmy Irvine, and it is alway… well… let’s just say the artist must like trams and tykes too.

However, don’t let that stop you entering one of the most popular late season races in Glasgow. With over 500 people taking part, it’s a great race that is very well organised and one which presents a undulating end to the year.

This year, an early cold snap meant parts of the course had to be gritted with sand to help remove any frost or the chance of ice. But, while cold, the day itself was a crystal clear blue sky and I was glad to be wearing a t-shirt in the sun.

As the race is hilly, with some longer slopes, rather than any steep climbs, I was hoping to finish in around 48 minutes. However, I was feeling strong and kept pushing to run faster, and finished by surprising myself with 44 minutes. This is the fastest I’ve run a 10k in 20 years, which either shows how much I’ve improved in the last couple of years, or how slow I was 20 years ago. I can’t decide yet…

Outdoor Swim Review: Findhorn Beach 2024 (Andrew)

The best thing about Findhorn Beach, apart from the soft sand, fancy beach huts and fascinating WW2 MOD fortifications is that if the weather is foul you can always swim instead in Findhorn Bay. See reports here and here. That way you can check the beach to see if conditions are okay for swimming and, if not, you can still swim in the sheltered calm of the bay. However, for this visit, the sea was flat calm, the skies were blue, the thermometer was hitting 20 and Findhorn was doing a good job of imitating the Caribbean. I couldn’t have had better conditions or a location for a sea swim.

REVIEW

Ease of Access: There’s plenty of parking beside the beach. There used to be a sign that warned that parking costs £1. However, I’d never paid anything and nothing happened and now it’s disappeared so I’m assuming that parking is now free.

There’s plenty of grass beside the car park and it’s easy to walk to the beach, even barefooted.

Water quality: Very clear. There’s also plenty of room to swim before the beach starts to drop away. You can easily move away from shore and still, not only see the bottom, but also find places to stand and keep your head above water. The water temperature was c15 degrees.

Swim Quality: Excellent – at high tide, the sea was calm and there were views straight across the Moray Firth. Watch out for the estuary though – someone has told me it has a “whopping great whirlpool”, not sure if that’s true but I’d definitely avoid swimming near it and head east along the beach only.

Other People: Findhorn Beach is popular but, at more than five miles long there’s plenty of quiet spots away from entrance to the car park.

Would I go back: Yes.

Charity Ends At Home (Andrew)

How many times have you been asked to sponsor someone? Whether it’s a marathon, a bungee jump or growing a moustache, we are asked all the time to give money for a good cause. In return, we promise to say “Well done!” when the race is over, the bungee rope holds or the moustache looks more like Henry Cavill in Mission Impossible than Henry the Hoover after vacuuming the hairs around a barber’s chair. And that’s it. Nothing else needed. Hand over cash, say congratulations. There’s nothing else to do. Because why would you do anything else? It’s a donation to charity. You don’t expect to get if refunded, do you..?

Until a few years ago, I’ve never thought to check up on the sponsored person. I’ve never checked whether someone has ran around London or abandoned their razor. I just pay my money and I forget about it until I see an email saying “Thank you!”

Even if they don’t complete the race, or even start, or if they remain bumfluff free for the next six months, I wouldn’t never go back and ask for my money back. So why am I talking about it now? I’m talking about it because at the weekend I was reminded that when I raised money for driving from Plymouth to the Gambia, and the car broke down on day one – see the race diaries – someone asked for their sponsorship money back.

“I heard you crashed out,” they said when I met them a few days after returning home.

“Well, we didn’t crash,” I said, “the engine just failed. There was nothing we could do. The car couldn’t travel faster than 10mph. We could have kept going but we’d still be driving to Africa next year, if we stayed in the car. We had no choice but to quit.”

“So you don’t finish it?” They asked.

“No, we didn’t finish it” I said.

“In that case, can I have my money back?”

They’d sponsored me £50. Or more accurately they’d sponsored Action for Children fifty pounds.

I thought they were joking so I said: “Would you like interest on that too?”

And they said, in the same tone they would speak to their bank manager: “no, the interest would be next to nothing. I only gave you the money two weeks ago. You can keep the interest.”

“That’s kind of you,” I said but that’s not what I was thinking, they genuinely wanted their money back.

“You can pay tomorrow,” they said, “otherwise I will have to charge interest.” And they weren’t joking when they said that.

And I paid them because what other choice did I have? We had asked for sponsorship to reach Africa and we’d only spent one hour in France before the car broke down. They were quite right to ask for their money back. We’d been sponsored to travel, not sponsored to quit.

That’s why it’s important when receiving any sponsorship request to write back immediately with a lists of conditions for your sponsorship. The first, of course, being that any money gifted is conditional of them completing the event. The second is that interest WILL APPLY if any refund is not paid within 48 hours. The third is that you know a man who will kick their door if they don’t pay.

I guarantee these conditions will mean you will never lose money again when sponsoring someone – because you will never again be asked again to sponsor anyone.