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Race Report: The Jimmy Irvine 10K 2025 (Andrew)

I found a pound coin in a trouser pocket this week and I have no idea what to do with it. I can’t remember the last time I used cash, instead of a card, or a phone, or even a watch to pay for something. 

“You mean to say I used to give this money to a shopkeeper and the shopkeeper then gave me more money but less money in response?!? I would hand over a single coin and the shopkeeper would hand back several lesser coins as, what did you call it, ‘change’? And I would then use that change to add it to other coins to pay for something else until I had no change left? But if I got it wrong I would have to take out some paper from a wall and start the whole process over again and again??!?? This is madness!”

Change (coins) can be bad but sometimes change (progress) can be good too – just like with the Jimmy Irvine 10K.

This year the Jimmy Irvine 10K promised a new flatter course. For the last few years, it has used a route that can only be described as Alpine, with one hill appearing three times as part of the route, including a tough start to the race where you’re expected to run up it to begin. 

This year, the race started at the top of the hill, and that was the last we saw it. The route descended to the flat parts of Bellahouston Park and then snaked twice round the park with barely a bump, never mind a hill appearing. 

I have to admit though that I missed the old route. The climb up and across the hill was interesting and had the benefit of a nice fast drop to make up for the suffering to get there. The flat route was largely featureless and had an extended leg on a pavement running around the park and next to a road. The hill may have been tough but at least it was more scenic, and with far more trees, than plodding along a pavement watching a Honda Civic approach a busy junction. 

But I also must admit the change was welcome. I had Covid and a throat infection in September and had missed several weeks of running. I had only started running again four weeks ago and this was going to be my longest run yet. Missing a few hill climbs was a  welcome bonus for my not yet recovered legs.

Iain TwinBikeRun comfortably won the award or fastest Todd, and I finished in 49 minutes, four slower than last year but 1 minute faster than I was aiming for so I was as happy as a man who found cash in his pocket that he didn’t know he had (even if he doesn’t know now how to spend it).

M80 Fishing (Andrew)

I’m not going mad but…

I was driving on the M80 this morning and, near to Cumbernauld, a woman with an Indian accent started repeating a phrase along the lines of “Take the fishing rod. Take the fishing boat. Go to the hotel. Repeat.” This was a surprise as I was listing to a football podcast on Apple CarPlay at the time. Her voice was superimposed on the podcast.

I tried changing podcasts. Same voice. Same message. Like an angling version of the broadcast numbers from Lost.

I switched to Spotify and played music. Same voice. Same message. Just played over a song this time.

I switched the music off and the voice stopped. I switched it back on and it kept going.

I switched to Radio 1 on DAB. Same woman. This time she’s speaking at the same time as Greg James.

“Take the fishing rod. Take the fishing boat! And now yesterday’s quiz!”

I switched it off. The voice stopped. I switched it back on and she’s back again.

This continued for five minutes.

And when I left Cumbernauld, the voice stopped and everything returned to normal.

And all I can think is that I can’t be mad because I can turn the voice off!

Also I don’t like fishing.

Outdoor Swim Review: St Ninian’s Beach, Shetland (Andrew)

The one that got away. After trying the most northerly beach I could find I was looking for another beach but only found this one on the last day, and only a few hours before catching the ferry back to Aberdeen. It was too late to swim. Everything was packed and I didn’t have a towel to dry off. There were a few others in the water, and someone SUPing round the cliffs. It was a blue sky, hitting 20 degrees and look at that sand. It was perfect! But I didn’t get to swim it. If you’re in Shetland through at any time, do check it out!

REVIEW

Ease of Access: There’s a car park right beside the beach – and, when we were there in September, a portable sauna box too.

Water quality:  The beach is sheltered and, with two sides, there’s room to choose a calm spot..

Swim Quality: I’m guessing, like the rest of Shetland, it will be colder than the mainland, even if the water benefits from being in the tailed of the North Atlantic drift.

Other People: It’s a popular spot.

Would I go back: Yes – I definitely missed out on this one.

Review: Fozme Running Belt

After several years of using the same running belt to hold my phone when running home, the zipper broke. In search of a new belt I found via a long and detailed search (Amazon then sort by price low to high) a belt by the Chinese company, Fozme.

I knew it was going to be good as Fozme don’t make any other products. Check out their Facebook page: Fozme. It only shows one product – their running belt. And again, on Amazon, a search for Fozme will also only return one product: their running belt.

I thought if that’s all the products they have then they must really know their stuff about running belt. No company is just going to sell one product if it didn’t believe in it.

“It must be the best belt in the world,” I thought.

And I was right, even if Fozme itself was too modest to respond to my emails congratulating them on their achievement. To busy perfecting perfection, I expect.

Anyways, if you’re looking for a running belt that holds your phone and you don’t want to spend too much on it then I have the belt for you.

Link to belt: Amazon

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.