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King of the Pool (Andrew)

The current world record for 100m swimming was set at the Paris Olympics by Chinese swimmer Pan Zanhle. He won gold with a new record time of 46.40 seconds. 

100 years ago, the world record was 57.4 seconds and was held by American swimmer, Johnny Weissmuller, who became better known as an actor as Tarzan in 12 films from 1932 to 1948. 

It took 100 years for the world records to fall by 20 seconds yet, according to Strava, my times have fallen not just 20 but 40 seconds in just two months as all my swim times today showed 100m laps of seven seconds.

I could put this down as a one off error but I was getting the same results on Monday too. I would swim 100m and, afterwards, find that it was either recorded around the four minute mark, or as 7 seconds. 

I thought I was swimming steady, but, Strava doesn’t lie. It uses complex sensors to check just how fast I was going and if it says I swum 100m in seven seconds then it must be right. 

Move over Tarzan, I’m King of the Pool now.

Running on Holiday (Andrew)

“Do you know the way to Detective Jimmy Perez’s house?” asked the two Norwegian tourists.

Not only did I know the way, I knew exactly what she was talking about. Detective Jimmy Perez is the lead character of the novels and TV show, ‘Shetland’. And he lived in the Lodberie House, an old Victorian home on the edge of Lerwick’s harbour.

“It’s 20 metres further along,” I said, “look to your right and you can’t miss it.”

I’m not sure why I was asked though. Did they think I was local and would know? Or did they think I looked like a fan of the show? 

“That man looks like he enjoys a good murder, let’s ask him!”

Instead, and lucky for them, five minutes earlier I had stood outside the house, and I had googled “what is the Lodberie House?” and had found out all about it. Now, five minutes later, I was Google.

Part of running, for me, is exploring. When on holiday, I love to run the streets around me to get my bearings, ticking each street off like Pacman in his maze, though without the pills. Or the ghosts. 

I was always so keen. For years I would take my trainers with me on holiday. I would have this idea that I would go for a run when I’m away. That it’ll be a chance to explore a new city or town and get a fresh perspective of where I am. Yet, every time I come home, I find my trainers have reminded firmly in a well wrapped bag.

(The bag has to be well wrapped as trainers, well, there’s no,other way to say this, STINK. And the very last thing you want to do is place your trainers tightly in with all your fresh holiday clothes in a closed bag because soon everything will smell of your feet. Eeugh.)

A few years ago, just before lockdown, I decided that there was no point planning a holiday run. I was going to be away for two weeks, I had to bring hiking boots and taking a pair of trainers too and it felt like I’d be using too much space for footwear I would only use for a few hours, if that.

And, if I didn’t take my trainers, I wouldn’t feel guilty about not going for a run. You can’t feel guilty if you can’t do something. Just like I don’t feel guilty about not going to the moon, painting a stunning landscape or eating beatroot (it’s purple – only bruises and dinosaurs are purple).

But, when I started to pack I realised I would have space for trainers if I wore my hiking boots onto the plane. If I didn’t pack them, but wore them instead, I’d free up both space and weight. And then I thought, why not take my trainers but instead of thinking I should go for a run I would only aim to cover a mile instead: The Holiday Mile. A simple goal, less than 10 minutes and it would meet my goal of seeing more than just a hotel in wherever we stayed but would also be short enough that it didn’t feel like an imposition during the holiday. It would be over and done before breakfast.

And, as it turned out, if I went out for that first mile, I would also carry on if I was enjoying it.

Perfect.

Until I got there. ‘There’ being Dubai and I tried my holiday mile at the end of September when the temperature was 42 degrees and it was horrible. It wasn’t running, it was cooking. And I was the main course.

But I did it. And I kept doing it and gradually my runs became longer until I now enjoy running while on holiday. 

Celtman Solo Point Five (Andrew)

12 weeks to Celtman.

Well, 11.

Sorry, 10.

There are 10 weeks to Celtman Solo Point Five and I have just spent the last month being ill after TwinBikeChild joined a nursery and decided to bring home every bug and illness with her.

But 10 weeks is okay to prepare for a triathlon. Most programmes are for 12 weeks and the first week is more of an intro and the last week is tapering. So, most programmes only have 10 ‘proper’ weeks of training.

At least that’s what I’m telling myself…

Not The Alloa Half Marathon 2025 (Andrew)

Nurseries should hand out Hazmat suits when children start. 

TwinBikeChild started nursery a month ago and I’ve been ill ever since. After twice getting a throat infection in three weeks I’ve lost more weight than a Circus strongman with amnesia. TwinBikeChild, on the other hand, just gets a runny nose every time she picks up a new bug. Children have a defence system so strong even Donald Trump wouldn’t leak it. 

As I’m ill I’ve had to miss a couple of races with the Alloa Half Marathon being the main casualty, which was a pity as it gave me no chance to find out if they’d doubled their toilet count for the 5,000 starters by bringing a second toilet to the start. See last year’s report. Hopefully, next year, they’ll have doubled it again and have four portaloos.

While I missed the race I did end up in Alloa for a children’s party which only made me wish I’d raced instead as the after-party entertainment was a mobile zoo. 

“A mobile zoo,” you say, “that sounds delightful!”

And it does. Who wouldn’t get excited about the inevitable  cuteness overload of a dozen or so four year olds being shown age appropriate animals like puppy dogs, rabbits or little pet lambs? 

“Why would you rather have ran 13 miles with a razor blade in your throat and a cough with more hacks than a 80s slasher horror film?” You might ask me.

“Because,” I’d say, “the first animal was a cockroach.”

AAAAAARGGHHHH!! 

“And”, I’d say, “the second animal was a box of meal worms.”

It wasn’s a mobile zoo, it was pest extermination.

EEEEEKKKKKK!!!

A collection of scaly scary creepy crawlies which only ended when the ‘zookeeper’ brought out a mouse and then a bright yellow snake. And all I could hope was that it not an extermination it’s just all been lunch for the snake

TwinBikeChild, of course, loved it.

Kirkintilloch 12.5K 2025 (Andrew)

An early season favourite around a hilly course on the edge of Kirkintilloch and one which often sees extreme weather conditions. I’ve raced through flooded roads and torrential storms; ice and snow; and ever the beginning of an almighty storm. This year was not as extreme but there was a biting cold wind and the start line had loads of runners jumping and down, trying to keep warm. Or they must just have needed the toilet.

When I arrived to collect my race number the toilets were still on the back of a truck, and that truck was still driving along the road. Cross legged runners were looking desperate as I checked in. I daren’t look at the neighbouring field as I suspect some of the runners would be on the hunt for a tree or a bush.

I usually go to the toilet before the race but as the queue, when it did form in front of the portaloos, was long, I raced corked.

It was a few miles before my hands started to warm up. The wind cut through my fingers and I tried running faster to stay warm. I wonder if anyone has thought to hold the 100m men’s final in the North Pole. I bet, if they did, world records would tumble.

The course continues to be a tough start to the year with very few flat parts. However it is an enjoyable and scenic route through farm fields and across the M80 into Gartcosh and back. And, for all the climbs, the last 1 km is an enjoyable downhill run back to the start.

Nigel Barge 10K 2025 (Andrew)

Back in 2016 I wrote a comprehensive report on the Nigel Barge 10k covering both its history and the course. This year, the weather was decent for January, and I had a chance to run it again without rain. That meant I could look up and around, without keeping my head down to avoid horizontal showers, and I could see the delights of… the Dawsholm Recycling Facility/rubbish tip.

Despite falling between two of Glasgow’s nicest suburbs, this is not a pretty race. It’s two laps of Glasgow University’s vet school and a spot to dump used sofas. It’s also very lumpy with an undulating route, run twice over to two circular laps.

Saying that, its a good race to start the year as it’s very well orgainised, has a good post race buffet and a strong (usually) sell out group of 400 runners.

31 Days of… Lunch – Day Thirty One (plus two days) (Andrew)

For the last three years I’ve used January to try and learn something new. Three years ago it was to try 31 days of exercise, two years ago it was 31 days of stretching, last year it was 31 days of learning to play the piano and this year it’s 31 days of… lunch.

In 31 days of lunch I had to cover this, even though it didn’t happen in January.

Today, I had afternoon tea.

AKA lunch but, because the sandwiches don’t have crusts, it’s a tea and not a lunch. Even though I had it at lunchtime.

I don’t understand the differences between Tea, High Tea and Afternoon Tea.

Mrs TwinBikeRun tried to explain it to me.

“You drink tea. You can do that anytime. Afternoon tea is a sandwich and a scone and a cake. You have that between lunch and dinner. High Tea is a cooked meal. And usually earlier than your dinner.,”

Which sounds straightforward until today we went for Afternoon Tea at a hotel at… midday. Which made it lunch. I was having lunch. I was having a sandwich then a scone then a cake. But it was still lunch. Until I spotted the sandwiches were cut into rectangle fingers and didn’t have any crusts.

“Afternoon tea is not lunch because you don’t eat crusts”, I said.

“Not quite,” said Mrs TwinBikeRun but I interrupted before she could say more.

“And a scone is not lunch,” I said, “and neither does it have a crust. And neither does a cake. Afternoon tea is just made up of things without crusts.”

“What about rolls?” She said but I already knew the answer to that.

“They’re nothing but crusts!”

So, for my final entry in this challenge I have, after 31 days, finally learned something new: it’s not lunch if it doesn’t have a crust.

Bread: But not crusts

Ingredient: Various

Taste: Like a breakthrough

31 Days of… Lunch – Day Thirty One (Andrew)

For the last three years I’ve used January to try and learn something new. Three years ago it was to try 31 days of exercise, two years ago it was 31 days of stretching, last year it was 31 days of learning to play the piano and this year it’s 31 days of… lunch.

And done.

Or not done as I’m going to swap this day 31 with Sunday day 33 as I’ve got an interesting lunch to discuss. So, consider this day 30 and a half and day 31 in full will follow on Sunday.

What have I learned so far though?

At first I was curious whether this would even work as a 31 day challenge. Lunch isn’t a challenge. It’s a routine. I would no more write about 31 days of going to the toilet (though there’s an idea!) than I would write about going to bed. Lunch is just lunch, isn’t it?

What I’ve learned though is that by giving just a small bit of attention to something I rarely think about I have looked at lunch in a new way. I’ve enjoyed lunch more when I think more about it. Instead of eating something because that’s what I’ve always eaten, I’ve eaten new things, even if it’s just to add a chutney or to swap a roll for a bagel – and those small changes have a big increase in the pleasure I’ve taken from it.

The second thing I’ve learned is that, without much effort, I’ve rarely repeated a lunch in 31 days. I used to think I had the same things each day. Now I know I do have a variety to what I eat and that it wasn’t difficult to eat something different each day for a month.

Finally, I learned that having a vomiting bug in the middle of a food challenge is the ultimate irony and the universe must like a good laugh. That’s why next year I’m going to start my 31 day challenge of NOT gambling. That’s right, universe, I won’t win the lottery that month. No siree, not me. I want to gamble my life savings and not receive anything in return. So, universe, please don’t think it would be really funny for me to win £100m on the Euromillions during a no gambling month – that would totally ruin my challenge!

Also, just as I finish, I spotted the following thread on Reddit by someone who could be my challenge nemesis – a man who has eaten the same sandwich every day for decades: https://www.reddit.com/r/AMA/comments/1id24iz/i_have_eaten_the_same_food_for_lunch_every_day/

31 Days of… Lunch – Day Thirty (Andrew)

For the last three years I’ve used January to try and learn something new. Three years ago it was to try 31 days of exercise, two years ago it was 31 days of stretching, last year it was 31 days of learning to play the piano and this year it’s 31 days of… lunch.

Last night my mum made a stew. And by stew I mean she cut up some carrots, potatoes and meat and boiled it for 12 hours until one ingredient was indistinguishable from the next and the whole thing resembled mud.

It wasn’t beautiful but it was tasty – and it was authentic. My Mum is from the Isle of Lewis and everything she cooks is genuine Hebridean cooking as it comes with a distrust of all herbs and spices, a suspicion for anything not with meat and potatoes or fish and potatoes, and it she has a downright hostility towards cooking anything rare, medium rare, medium or even well done. Heston Blumenthal may like twice cooked chips but in the Hebrides that would only be the first step. We have dozen cooked chips, just to ensure they’re fully cooked.

This approach to Hebridean cooking, learned at my mum’s table over the first 18 years of my life, is why I’m suspicious of the man who calls himself the Hebridean Baker.

I have his cookbook. The first recipe includes a melon. The second involves flash frying a tuna steak. The third is a tiramisu. None of these things were ever found on my mother’s table.

So, when Iain TwinBikeRun sent me a lunch challenge of goats cheese with pomegranate seeds “just like Granny made on the croft” I have to blame the Hebridean Baker. Granny didn’t have goat’s cheese. She didn’t have pomegranate seeds. She didn’t even have a sandwich… unless it was stewed for 10 hours and served with potatoes.

But I had it anyway. Even if it wasn’t authentic.

Bread: Toast

Ingredient: Goats cheese with pomegranate seeds

Taste: Like a Greek restaurant in Inverness

31 Days of… Lunch – Day Twenty Nine (Andrew)

For the last three years I’ve used January to try and learn something new. Three years ago it was to try 31 days of exercise, two years ago it was 31 days of stretching, last year it was 31 days of learning to play the piano and this year it’s 31 days of… lunch.

Before starting this challenge I made of list of new sandwiches to make and try. These included:

Tahini, feta & honey toastie

Coronation chickpea sandwich filler

And

Hummus & avocado sandwich topper

And I’ve made none of these so my challenge as I finish the month is to make at least one of them.

Today, I went from a meeting at another office to a meeting in my office and had the easy option of picking up crispy rolls and some hummus

Bread: McGee Crispy Roll

Ingredient: Hummus

Taste: Like a quick break