Since I came up to Leicester 2 months ago, I have spent quite a bit of time in the hotel gym, putting down the miles on the treadmill. Using the treadmill reminds me of the Rocky IV film, which is the one with the Russian boxer, Ivan Drago. Rocky keeps his training pure, banging out the miles through shoulder high snow in the Russian Tundra, lifting farming equipment to hone his body into shape and sparring with cattle in run down barns. Ivan takes the modern approach and uses all the latest computerised technology, has wires coming from every orifice and runs at 20 miles per hour at a 45 degree incline on the treadmill.
Drago’s approach is frowned upon in the film (admittedly this is partly due to his use of anabolic steroids) and similarly, the purists bemoan treadmill running as they wax lyrical about being at one with nature and the true spirit of running etc. To a degree, I agree with them. However, for some, the treadmill is the only viable option and this type of running is better than no running. It also has its virtues, notably a controlled climate, accurate pacing and easy access to food and drinks. You can also watch Hollyoaks or the footy; I definitely think the Italian Stallion missed a trick here.
Being a fully paid up member of the gym bunny community, I took the opportunity to take in my first gym triathlon. The event was held at Enderby Leisure Centre and organized by Triathlete Kim Sayers to raise funds for the Derbyshire, Leicestershire and Rutland Air Ambulance. Now I do not spend a great deal of time on the exercise bike nor the rowing machine however, I was fairly confident my fitness would translate pretty well. I started off with a 1km row. I felt pretty good on the rower and managed to finish up in 3:34. A short transition to the bike for a 2 miler in 5:34 (I know, I have work to do here!) and then another transition over to my favourite friend, the treadmill, when BAM it hit me.
I have read but hadn’t quite appreciated what happens when a cyclist dismounts and attempts to run at any kind of speed. I set the treadmill to 10 mph and couldn’t quite understand why my arms and heart were there in unison, but my legs were still over on the bike. I must have looked a complete mess as a stumbled and pounded my erstwhile friend to death with cast iron legs and lead filled boots. Athletic pride helped me cling on to a 6:23 mile, but the revelation was startling.
Somehow I managed to sneak away with first placed male with a total time (including transitions) of 15:56. Apparently this was just shy of the men’s record and with another event planned for June (if I am still around) this will be my goal. £140 was raised by the good people at Santander. Let’s hope this goal will be broken next time too.
It’s the Paddock Wood Half Marathon this Sunday and I will be running the 2k fun run with Alfie beforehand. It’s also my birthday so a win on the Grand National on Saturday should all make for a perfect weekend.








