I HATE SURPRISE PARTIES
I hate surprise parties!
Not those spontaneous, “let’s try that new restaurant tonight“ or “Suzy is having a braai and watching the rugby on telly this afternoon” parties. Those are fine. They can even be fun. No I hate those surprise parties where you are the “surprise” the shocked victim, and everybody else is a “surpriser “Those parties when you walk through the door yawning, and scratching your bum and a phalanx of friends in funny hats shout “surprise, surprise!”
I have only been the victim on a couple of occasions in my life, but I am experienced enough to know they aren’t fun. On both occasions I looked appalling. I was caught wearing a tatty old T shirt and a stained pair of jeans, and I had had no time to drag a comb across my head to hide the balding bits.
But worst of all I wasn’t ready for a party. I Didn’t feel like a party. I had had no time to prepare. I was really hoping to watch the rugby on the couch while picking at junk snacks. Instead, I was going to have to joke and smile and dance to music I hate.
Its all about preparation. Give me time to plan a great party and I’ll be the life and soul of the event. I’ll dance to the awful music and I’ll even lead the conga line.
The same applies to racing marathons. I’m not one of those who can spontaneously decide to jump on a plane, fly to East London or some other destination and run a marathon on Sunday. I did that once at Maseru marathon 1981 and I had fun with great teammates, I ran a respectable time, but the consequences were disastrous. The marathon punched a huge hole in my training plans. It took me days to recover, and I also struggled with an injury for a couple of weeks after my impromptu race. Most importantly that run was the direct cause of the poor time I ran a few weeks later in the marathon I had planned to race (The Golden Reef marathon). I struggled from the start and was never comfortable. I bailed (dropped out) at 32kms. Dropping out was psychologically devastating. It took me months to recover from that blow and I still don’t like thinking about it.
No, I prefer to plan things carefully. I like to have a written schedule, a map that takes from the start of my training build-up to the day of the race in which I hope to race well. My marathon plan reminds me of those swotting schedules some of used to plot before school exams:
Monday Geog
Tuesday Hist
Wed More Geog
Thursday English
Friday Maths
Saturday Maths Again!
Sunday Science
My marathon training schedules were far more detailed. And unlike my exam swotting schedule, which was often abandoned in favour of something more fun, I stuck religiously to them. They were my instruction manuals, my maps to success. I never had to question them. They answered the question” why” for every training run. I could tinker with them a bit, like swop Monday’s run with Tuesdays run but only for a very good reason. But otherwise, there was very little room for spontaneity in my plan. My schedule was like two railway tracks, and I was the train on those tracks chugging relentlessly to my station, my marathon destination. So, I would plan each week’s training, and then each month, slotting in long runs, and speedwork, hill training and when people query how I was able to race successfully for a decade or so I answer “because I spent nearly as much time planning my training schedule as I did actually running and training on the roads.
A snippet from my 1982 training schedule
It worked for me, and it will work for you. There is nothing better than working on a plan for someone else and watching with pride while they achieve their goals. My friend Iain Morshead has poured over my old training schedules and distilled them into a wonderful and exciting programme that works for runners of all abilities. At Fordycefusion we enjoyed some great successes last year and as the New Year begins, we are anticipating even more success.
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