Week 41: Friday Night Grind

Friday 14th October

After 12 hours at work after a rough week there is absolutely no way I would have gone out tonight if I had any other option, but I didn’t! I would have jumped in my car, crawled my way back to Bristol in nose-to-tail traffic and collapsed on the sofa followed for an early night. I was going to run to work Tuesday but woke up feeling so rough I called in sick for work. We celebrated Autumn’s first birthday on Wednesday night followed by a mini party on Thursday night. And with that Friday was upon me. No excuses and no other options, if img_5724I conceded then the whole challenge would be tainted. I can be really flakey in other areas of my life, disorganised to the point where I don’t commit to anything more than a few days in advance. I decided on this challenge because it counteracted a lot of these tendencies. It’s difficulty is in the consistency and regularity of the runs. The rules are simple and clear and there’s little wiggle room. From this structure I’ve delivered on a promise which has been by far the most significant personal achievement of my year, maybe my life. It makes me think that I should set up all of my goals like this: commit to something with regularity at the heart of it. Publicise it to create accountability. The problem with these types of goals is that they are scary to commit to. For the majority of runs this year I’ve been pretty unenthusiastic about heading out. I guess that’s why most of the time we img_5731don’t create accountability in our goals, because it makes us uncomfortable and put us in a position where we might just have to do something that we don’t want to do. Tonight was just one of countless occasions when my self discipline would have failed me. I set out tonight with Craig Proctor who I managed to pressgang img_5726into 10km with me. We set out at
at dusk, up to Bathampton, back through Bath City Centre via the canal. Before long, Craig was done and we said farewell. Darkness
took over and I looked to repeat our 10km loop alone. The pace dropped severely and I conceded a positive mindset to the grind. Run ’til it’s done. Just to cap it off the struggle, I finished the last 1.5km up Widcombe Hill, a viscous ascent back up to the University. By 8pm work had cleared out. No fanfare, no drama. I just picked up my bag and walked back out the door. Another one done. Never in doubt.

Week 40: Marathon401

Wednesday 5th October

I believe physical exertion is all about perspective. Anything can be hard but as soon as you experience something bigger you mind shifts to a new level of what is difficult. Today I img_5617met an incredible person who has achieved something so hard that I’m not sure it can be overshadowed. In the last 401 days Ben Smith has experienced 401 marathons. Hours of running and physical exertion, pain, injury, boredom, exhaustion and overwhelm at the prospect all wrapped up into a 4 hour window per day… every…single…day…. and day after day without rest. Utterly relentless. Last week this man came into my consciousness on the BBC News and today I met an incredible human being. He’s created a cult following, inspired by his ambition and bravery to sacrifice himself for something so big that for the vast majority of us, we cannot dream it up, let alone commit to doing it. Today was Ben’s last marathon of his 401 day challenge. I headed to Millennium Square in Bristol to show my support for him and his cause and be a part of something special. I didn’t expect to come away with something so much more.

Anticipating a small group of runners ready to head out I was surprised to find over 400 people from all over the UK and beyond geared up on a beautiful Wednesday morning.

Chris & Faye, chief whips for The Ben Effect- thank you both!

With just my phone and a bank card, I was prepared for a half marathon but at the 6.5mile turnaround I experienced what is known within this cult as The Ben Effect. Reportedly The Ben Effect has caused countless runners to ring in sick for work and renegade on their commitments to run further than they’ve ever run before. And so I did. Buoyed on by a friendly atmosphere I chatted to runners of all ages, experiences, abilities and backgrounds. We stretched out along the southern bank of the Avon, under Clifton Bridge, through the fields and villages towards Portishead. At my intended turnaround point a few img_5622volunteer stewards muttered under their breath that this was the half marathon turnaround point and a unanimous decision was assumed for me by my group of newly found running buddies around me that I was going to run a marathon with them that day. And with that my perspective shifted, 13.1 miles was now just the half way point, the goal was now 26.2 miles today. My furthest run to date was 15 miles in Normandy back in August and that was an accident: The Ben Effect.

I chatted all the way to Portishead with people who had come to show their appreciation to Ben from all over the country. Most had run with him before over the last 14 months. All knew the journey he had been on and took pleasure in telling me his story. Ben’s target was to raise £250,000 for Kidscape and Stonewall, 2 anti-bullying charities close to his heart. So the myth goes that at one point he suffered with agonising back pains, was forced to take 10 days out of running and then catch up the mileage with ultra-marathons in the weeks and months following. Now… If you’re the guy doing the most extreme thing that you know, then what you do is tough. It’s reinforced to you by the people around you and your friends on social media. For me, a 2 hour gruelling exertion of 13.1miles each week and the consistency to do that over and over again is a mountain in my mind. But within an hour of running and understanding what this man has done my mind shifted, my perspective extended. My expectations changed and I could understand a different level of what it is to ‘show-up’ and commit yourself to something so big and so brave that you inspire thousands of people to get up and follow you. I met others who’d taken on gargantuan  challenges of their own, inspired by Ben. Equally as mind-boggling in their difficulty. I understand how it happens. What was previously impossible now becomes possible. The level above, which you never even knew existed, is now visible. It’s the same as the 4 minute mile or a summit of Everest. Previously unfathomable, now achievable.

But to be the guy who dreams something so big that it hasn’t beenimg_5621 done before. To not only dream that it can be done but to sacrifice so much to see if that’s the case. Today I very briefly encountered a man with parallel ambition to Roger Bannister and Edmund Hillary and it was a privilege to support his cause and experience at the moment when a dream is realised. I came away from the finish line with a glimpse of how men like Ben think and with a fresh extension of my own perspective into what was previously impossible. On top of this I met some incredible people doing amazing things with their lives. These are gifts from Ben that he has unknowingly given to so many people and was worth the entry donation a thousand times over.

justgiving.com/bobsm100      www.kidscape.org.uk      www.stonewall.org.uk