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The Importance Of Immersion

I was at a student workshop/convention/thing earlier this year, and I can’t wholly remember the context in which it happened (I may have been hungover at the time), but a question was asked – what is the hardest thing about being an off-campus PhD student?

I didn’t answer at the time – possibly due to the aforementioned hangover (or possibly because of jet-lag – those are my two excuses and I am sticking to them non-exclusively), but there is an answer that I wish I had provided.  The inability to immerse yourself wholly in the subject matter you are addressing.

I am a person with a variety of labels, and this is self-imposed (the variety – not the labels).  I am a Dad, a boyfriend/partner, a son, a training manager, a professional, a PhD student, a triathlete/runner.  Like many/most people – to use the corporate bingo terminology – I wear many hats.  What this means though is that my ability to be execute these roles faithfully is diluted by volume.  I’d love to be a better runner, and I would likely be so if I spent the time that I spend reading and writing for my PhD running instead.  I’d love to be a better PhD student – more immersed in the subject matter and knowledgeable of ongoing developments, and I would likely be so if I spent the time that I spend running – reading and writing for my PhD instead.  We make these conscious choices because we enjoy more than one thing and sometimes we make these choices because the alternative is not palatable.  Ideally, I would quit my job as a training manager and spend the time that I would then gain running and studying for my PhD.  That won’t happen because in my hierarchy of values – I value having food and a roof over my head (and helping provide for those I love) more than I value a potential PhD or a sub 20 minute 5km.

But sadly (for me at least), that immersion feels more and more like a (the) key to success.  When I encounter those who work in the think-tank world and talk to them about nuclear weapons, it’s not just a job – they live it.  It’s virtually all they talk about (that, and Game Of Thrones.  Naturally) – and that is what makes them so successful.  Their success comes from the immersion in the subject matter.  They are the opposite of that adage – ‘jack of all trades, master of none’.  I see the same in the triathlon/running world.  The ones that are the most successful are (generally) the ones who live, breathe, sleep triathlon.  I don’t need to ask them what they are doing on the weekend, because I know.  It’s one of four things (wait for it) – they are swimming (yep), cycling (yep), running (ok…) or drinking (boom).  Everything ties back to triathlon – and that is awesome.  I envy that level of dedication and focus, and it why – for the time being at least – I am not likely to reach the levels of the first group of running at track nights.  I choose not to immerse myself wholly in these things, but rather spread myself amongst a number of things – and I’m constantly looking for new things to distract away from the things I’m already working on.  I want to do a podcast about politics, I want to get more involved in local politics, there are numerous television shows that I keep meaning to watch but haven’t gotten around to.  Too many things.

And it’s not even as if this is new ground for me.  I particularly remember – as a young boy – being told by a family friend over a campfire one evening about this very thing.  They told me that the key to success, and why they felt that hadn’t been as successful as they could have been, was to pick one thing and go for it.  My choice was between being a mediocre tennis player and being a mediocre cricket player at that time.  I went for cricket (really) and was not bad – I think I probably maximised my talent in that area.  But I lost that lesson over time, and now I find myself in this position of once again being middling and unfocused – as justified as that is with the other priorities in my life.

The advice sticks true though I believe.  If you want to succeed – and I define success here as making the most of the talent and whatever you have available to you – then pick one thing and go at it.  Be single minded in your goal and give it everything you’ve got.  Then see how far you’ve come.

Listening To: ‘Fall At Your Feet’ by Boy and Bear


St. Arseringham Day

I was born and raised in a city called Melbourne in Australia.  Melbourne could easily be characterised as one of the most sport-crazy cities in the world, and from my experience of living in a couple of places – that is not far off the mark.  I used to joke that greetings in Melbourne went “What is your name?” first, and then “What team do you support?” second.  It wasn’t even a question of sport – it had to be Australian Rules Football – or ‘footy’ as we called it.  It was just a natural thing; we needed to know what team you followed in order to categorise you immediately – to put you in a bucket.  If you said ‘Collingwood’, I could marvel that you actually had your full set of teeth and rapidly put my hand on my wallet for security reasons.  If you said ‘Footscray’, I could pass comment that I wondered what class of drug you were currently high on.  If you said ‘Sydney’, I could immediately infer that you had only followed the sport leisurely and had no fucking idea what you were talking about.  You get the idea.

So then I moved to London, and I wanted that kind of tribal loyalty again – though I knew that it would have to be, in a way, manufactured.  You can’t replicate a lifetime (years 1993-1996 excepted) of support for a single team by simply dropping in.  But how do you choose?  How do you choose your loyalty with little frame of reference to pick from?  I decided I needed a system, I needed a completely objective process.  So I said – wherever home is when I first get to London; the team closest to that will be my team.  Fair enough right? Here’s the problem – the first place I lived was Kensington.  So QPR, Fulham or Chelsea could lay claim.  I decided Fulham.  But I had a problem – no-one cared.  People would ask who I supported, and I’d say Fulham, and they’d kinda shrug.  That wasn’t what I was looking for!  So I hit reset and said -the next place I move to; that will be it.  And I moved to Caledonian Road in North London.  On match days, when the wind was blowing the right way, I could hear the sounds from the Emirates Stadium bellowing out.  When I told people that I supported Arsenal, they would sneer.  I had found my team – though trying to get passionate about them was sometimes trying, because I didn’t necessarily have that conditioned feeling for it that I have for my Australian Rules (footy) team, Melbourne.  But I tried to get into it.

It hasn’t been great being an Arsenal ‘supporter’, but it hasn’t been completely rubbish.  A couple of trophies, and a couple of embarrassing walks to work after European floggings – but all in all, they’ve been great to follow.  Much the same like Melbourne really; ever disappointing and with fans accused of being fairweather at best.  My kind of team.  But then I did this:

And now I had something on the line.  I had a real reason to dislike Spurs, and not just because I was supposed to.  Because I hate losing – I hate losing at almost everything.  I have to swallow a small part of my pride whenever I let my 5-year old daughter win a running race.  I am 95% sure I will lose a Fantasy Football league I am in this year, and I’m furious with myself!  One of my driving motivators for getting better at triathlon and running is because I am competitive enough that I want to be at the pointy end – not stuck in the middle.  I am a competitive person, even though I try my hardest to suppress that as much as I can.

But in making this bet with Joanna – I lost, and I lost huge.  It wasn’t even close.  Arsenal have been abject to watch this year, and Spurs have been…well…they’ve been…good.  They’ve been good to watch, a good professional football team.  Arsenal haven’t been – and now I have to do a ParkRun (thank god its not a marathon!) in a Spurs shirt courtesy of Joanna.  Time to take your medicine boy – you made your bed, now you have to run in it.

It’s all in great fun though, isn’t it?  This is the kind of stuff that I was looking for, this kind of feeling, this kind of rivalry.  It’s great.  Though I won’t enjoy running in the shirt.

And it’s actually come at a rather good time, as my running is on the upswing at the moment.  I’m not setting myself any targets, just running.  Trying to get that mojo back and build myself up to being as fast as I know I can be.  I did a track session with Chasers on Tuesday night, and I loved it, even if it did make me feel glacially slow and inferior compared to all of these amazingly fast people (and their bodies – my goodness – chiselled gods in all directions; I bet they don’t eat Pizza Hut for dinner!).  But I really pushed myself because I was surrounded by all these fast people, which was exactly what I was looking for.  I’ll be back.

So I’m running well, in that I am running.  I’m reminding myself that this is supposed to be run focused triathlon training, as I still have designs on returning to triathlon to do 70.3s in the future.  I know my end-goal targets (under 0:30 swim, 2:30 bike and 1:30 run) that are incredibly optimistic for someone of my standard, but something I want to push for somehow.  I have to believe I can do it – and I have to work for it.  Spending this year focusing on the run is a good way to start that, while I still pursue my other pieces that are ongoing (which are going well – past the halfway word count on my PhD draft!!).

Lots of work to do on the roads of West London.  Sadly, some of it in a Spurs shirt.  Go Gunners!

Listening To: ‘The Captain’ by Biffy Clyro

Why Run?

Here’s a question for you – why do you run?

I’ve been doing my post-race analysis, and as far as time goes it is really simple to work out why I ran what I ran in Rotterdam.  I stopped training for the month leading up, and that apparently can have a detrimental effect on your ability to run an above-average marathon time.  While part of the reason I stopped running was because I got sick (especially in the last two weeks), the main reason I stopped running prior to that was that I just didn’t want to anymore.  I really didn’t.  I’ve never quite experienced a drop in motivation like it in regards to running, and I had no answer to the funk.  I just decided that I didn’t want to run – consequences in Rotterdam be damned.

I’m still ok with my Rotterdam experience; I enjoyed it much more than I did Rome where I ran a faster time.  But I am keen to get to the bottom of my motivation problem, as it is quite easily the biggest limiter to better performance.  I can’t escape this question that keeps coming back to me of late though – what is the point?

There is a voice in my head that asks this a lot.  It asks questions like ‘who cares if you run a marathon under 3:30?’, and ‘who cares how many marathons you have run?’.  It is this voice that is – to a degree – the reason why I haven’t told anyone where I work that I had run the marathon, and definitely haven’t told them the time.  I have this nagging voice in my head that says ‘why would anyone care?’.  And more importantly – ‘why do you care?’.  I have to be honest – I don’t have an answer for these questions at the moment.  I don’t know whether it matters for me to run a faster marathon or not.   I don’t know why I would care that much about running under 3:30 for a marathon, or 1:30 for a half marathon – other than the fact that it is there.

I’ve done some research into why other people run, and I’ve found that – generally speaking at least – most of it doesn’t work for me.  I’m sadly not motivated by elements of charity (I give to charity without the running, and I could live without the guilt of potentially under performing in a race in support of a charity.  It’s one of the reasons I don’t like charity places in races), nor do I feel anymore the need to prove myself to anyone or impress anyone.  I’ve found lately that no-one really cares anyway.  So I’m not sure why I want to run anymore.  Right now I want to run because I can’t.  My legs are still battered from Rotterdam, my feet still baring the blistered scars of 42.2km and my cold still holding on for dear life causing the occasional hacking cough.  But what happens after that?  What happens for me once I can start running again and I’m starting to build again for my Autumn races?  I don’t know – but I’m hopeful that for Aberdeen and Frankfurt it will be different and I can start to realise my potential a bit.

I’ve got a long way to go to figure this out though – a marathon all of its own.

Listening To: ‘Knee Socks’ by The Arctic Monkeys


I’m still here!

I’ve had sitting on my to-do list for an age ‘write blog post’, but if I am honest – every time I sit down to write a new one, I’m usually exhausted from running and/or writing that instead I read some more disillusioning media stories about the world (subject for another post perhaps) before pottering off to bed to do it all again.  Given the stream-of-consciousness manner in which that came out, clearly writing is a therapeutic action for me and one I should take up more often.

Anyway – how have things been?  How has your new year been?  If you are a runner/triathlete – how are you finding the cold mornings and the inevitable ‘tick-tock’ of the clock as we get ever closer to Spring marathon season?  Hopefully you are as excited as I am.

Things here have been well, but obviously very busy.  Work has played a big part of that, but the less said on that front the better I suspect.

Which leaves two things to report on – the running and the writing.

We’ll start with the running.  I have managed to hit 81.25% of my running sessions planned so far this year, which is not bad, but perhaps it sounds a bit better when I say that I have completed 13 out of the 16 sessions that I have planned to do.  I haven’t yet managed to get to a Chasers track session yet – but I am definitely straining to make the time; likewise a run club session at my work.  I was really proud just over a week ago though to break my 5km personal best at my first ever Parkrun in Gunnersbury Park here in West London.  I was absolutely gasping at the end of it as I went somewhere around 20:30; but I still feel like there is improvement there. This was somewhat backed up by a speed session I did last week (or this week?) when – if you had have taken the 2 minute rests out between kilometres – I would have run something like a 20:08.  That sub-20 5km is getting ever closer.

So yeah, I’m enjoying my long runs at the moment – dreading my speed sessions a bit, and definitely feeling a bit tight in the hamstrings and sometimes the calves.  It is not as bad running in the cold for me as others perhaps have it, and as long as I’ve got good music (or podcasts), then the kilometres seem to melt away.

The real success has been on the writing side of things though, as I’ve *finally* gotten into the habit of writing regularly for my PhD.  I’ve managed to write just a shade over 4100 words so far this year – which admittedly isn’t much; though it is a full 14 days ahead of my target for this time, which was 2700.  It has already got me thinking that I might be able to get to around 80,000 words by years end if the stars align for me.  I’m more proud of getting into the habit again, because I really did reach a low with my school work, and I really feel like I’ve broken the back of it and I can make some big inroads to getting that PhD.

Anyway – its Burns’ Night tonight, and I have a date for dinner – so I have to run, but I promise I will be back again sooner with more tales of time management on my road to Dr. Tin Man and Rotterdam!

Listening To: ‘Cosby Sweater’ by Hilltop Hoods

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