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    1. Posted: 14 October, 2012

      The Big O

      Category: Competition, Photos

      Despite the fifty shades of red, white and blue on display, the screams inside the Olympic Stadium were simply the outpourings of support from 80,000 people who had come out to watch Our Greatest Team. In the process they showed me personally, Team GB and most importantly the rest of the world, that Britain really does have the best supporters in the world.

      I felt incredibly proud to be a part of Team GB for a home Games. Whilst all of the athlete interviews from all the sports may have lent the “crowd were incredible” sentiment an air of cliché, that is simply because there is no way to describe how it felt. It was and still is, impossible to describe the wall of noise, the electric atmosphere of anticipation, or the feeling of pulling on the British vest. But suffice it to say, as a country we showed everything that is Great about Britain.


      After the tribulations I mentioned in the previous blog, I arrived in the village ready to go, and to soak up the atmosphere. I moved into our apartment with Chris Tomlinson, Robbie Grabarz, Andrew Osagie and Ross Murray, where I was sharing a room with Chris Thompson.

      Day one of athletics arrived, and it was finally time to don the vest in anger. It was a usual race day of nervous waiting, coupled with an air of “is this real” and “s***, this is the Olympics!”. Time slipped by and suddenly I was at the warm up track, where I can only really describe the atmosphere as the calm before the storm. By this point we all knew this wasn’t a normal major championships – watching a full stadium roar Jess on to a world heptathlon best in the hurdles in the morning session made sure of that! I had a walk around the warm up track with my coach, and then lay down for a quick read to clear my head. Stretching, then a very early jog as we had to contend with an unusually long 50 minute call time. I did a few easy strides, grabbed my spike bag and headed into final call.

      For once, all the officials were speaking English, which was strangely comforting. For anyone wondering what goes on in there – our bags are checked to make sure spikes are the right length and that no one has an iPod or phone, or any branding that’s not allowed. The call room is basically a big room with dividing walls separating it into pens so that each heat is segregated from the others. Plain walls, and eerily quiet as each athlete goes through their routine. There is the occasional bit of banter to break the tension, and the officials try to stop any jogging around. Then it was time for the long walk through the tunnel to the main stadium – 8 minutes of walking in silence feels like a long way. We were given our front name bibs with transponders attached (which provide 100m splits for all the distance athletes), leg numbers and it was time for spikes and a few strides on the short straight under the stands.


      Then it was time for one of the most incredible moments of my life. We came out from underneath the stands in single file, and there was a surge of deafening noise spreading outwards as the crowd spotted the Team GB colours. If I thought that was loud, I was in for a rude awakening as my name was announced on the start line. If I had clapped my hands in front of my face I wouldn’t have been able to hear it. The sound had such a physical positivity, that I felt taller, I felt lighter. Then we were off, and despite tripping with 120m to go, I felt great and qualified in an automatic spot.

      After crossing the line, in a mixture of excitement and relief, there was a brief chance to soak up the atmosphere and to acknowledge the crowd before hiking back to the warm up track via the longest ever mixed zone! A quick warm down and the chance to talk to my coach whilst getting a massage, then I hopped on the bus back to the village. I went straight into the (6000 seater) dining hall before heading back to Team GB medical HQ for an ice bath.

      Fast forward less than 24 hours, and I’m sitting with the guys in our apartment in the village with no idea of what’s about to happen. Super Saturday. Need I say more. We watched three of our friends and teammates win the biggest prize in world sport, it was incredible. So incredible that I had to take myself out for a walk around the village to calm down and relax before trying to get some sleep before my own Olympic semi-final.


      So then it was my turn again, it was Sunday, with much the same routine as Friday. I was drawn in the second semi-final, which was made up of 13 athletes after the reinstatement of Nixon Chepseba who had stumbled in his heat. First 5 athletes from each semi would qualify automatically, with the next 2 fastest overall also progressing. I felt good in the warm up, nervous but ready to go. Then we got out on the track and the noise hit me again, I’ve run out of superlatives for the way that it made me feel.

      The gun went, and the rest is a blur. The pace felt incredibly fast, but what was not necessarily obvious was that it was fluctuating – always the toughest way to run. Not only was the pressure applied at the front inconsistent (by an obviously keen-to-stay-out-of-trouble Chepseba), but the rest of us were scrapping for position and doing our best to avoid stumbles and fallers. I felt like I was going as hard as I could go right from the gun, and when I knew that I really needed to move up through the field I was already at my red-line and just couldn’t make it happen. I ran hard to the line but finished in an agonising 8th place – 7th place 0.4s ahead of me qualified for the final.

      How I felt back at the warm up track is perhaps the most difficult thing to explain. The event that I had been training for over the last four years was over, and I was one place away from a second consecutive Olympic final. Obviously I was disappointed, but it wasn’t quite as simple as that. The closest word I can think of is empty. It was a case of “ok, well what now?”. There’s no urgency to recover, to get an early night or to think about training again. Perhaps lost is also appropriate.


      Another reason for such complicated emotions was my own constantly shifting goal posts. Four years ago I was confident of competing for a medal in London. A smattering of small injuries over the next few years meant that it wasn’t quite so straightforward, and as I mentioned in the previous blog, at the end of 2011 I wasn’t even sure I would make the team. But so consistent was my training from September 2011, by the time I ran a PB over 3000m in May 2012, I knew that I was back at my best – stronger and faster than in 2008. But, also as per the previous blog, my four week lead in to the games was far from perfect, and even if only subconsciously, the goal posts moved again.

      Yes, I was disappointed not to have a chance to compete for a medal, but I was also (and perhaps more importantly) proud to have fought my own demons and won, and to have represented Team GB on the biggest stage of all.

    2. Posted: 16 September, 2012

      Olympic Trials and Tribulations

      Two-time Olympian has a nice ring to it. Especially when it is something that four years ago seemed like a foregone conclusion, yet only 10 months ago was a goal barely glimpsed behind several jutting mountains to be climbed. At that point I didn’t have the necessary qualifying time, I had a persistent injury that had been bothering me for over a year, and both belief and enjoyment were sorely lacking.


      Fast forward to June 23rd 2012, 3 days after my 30th birthday (celebrated by packing for the Olympic trials), and that epithet rang true. I had booked my place for Team GB at the London Olympics by winning a very slow tactical race, taking my tally of national 1500m championships to four. The overwhelming feeling was relief, mingled with excitement about the opportunity ahead. The relief was profound because of the simple fact that I had been desperate not to miss out on competing in front of a home crowd and being a part of what was dubbed #OurGreatestTeam.

      It was also a great way to wrap up the British Miler project, which had charted the ups and downs of seven of Britain’s best milers attempting to book a place on Team GB. I know that being a part of the project, and of Team New Balance, has given me some fantastic memories, and been a great way of capturing a year of training and racing (and pub quizzes). Thank you Kimbia and especially Jeremy and Alex.


      After the trials it was back into the routine of training, whilst making final plans for the Games themselves. Unfortunately with 4 weeks to go until the big one, I somehow managed to slightly tear a quad muscle. Whilst it wasn’t too serious, it really affected a nerve in my knee which meant that even once I was back into training, my calf would spasm and cramp. Thanks to James Moore (who has seen me through a lot this year), I avoided missing too much training. I had however, missed racing in Crystal Palace which would have formed a key part of my run-in to the Olympics.


      So I found myself 2 weeks away from the biggest stage on Earth, without having raced for 4 weeks. Not ideal. So I made a tough decision – knowing that I needed to race, but also unsure about my calf, I decided to run the BMC grand prix in Solihull. Suffice it to say, it didn’t go well (I finished 3rd in 3.41), but it did bring me on, and the next day I flew to the holding camp in Portugal with the rest of the team. Here’s my opportunity to give a big shout out to Mark Draper and Tom Bedford who came out to Portugal to run with me and to help me get my head in exactly the right place before stepping out in front of 80,000 people. A heartfelt thank you to them both. And let’s be honest, they had a holiday in the sun surrounded by bikini clad ladies. Tough life.

    3. Posted: 17 June, 2012

      Training, travelling and racing (and repeat)

      A lot has happened since my last blog, so I’m aiming to be clear and concise to bring us back up to date!

      I spent a brilliant week training down in the New Forest, on the miles of forest trails amongst wild ponies and wilder athletes, before flying out to California to start my outdoor season.

      My first race was the 1500m at the Mt Sac Relays, which I won in 3.40.32 after a mix up meant that the B race ended up with both our pacemakers – leading us to fend for ourselves! Watch the race here.


      After that, and a hugely enjoyable few weeks spent in San Clemente, it was time to experience the magic of Stanford that I had heard so much about. Suffice it to say, Palo Alto didn’t disappoint, and with the help of Matt Scherer’s pacing, I won the race, and ran an Olympic A qualifying time of 3.35.19. Watch the race here.

      Having achieved the A standard, I had a day to celebrate with a trip to Alcatraz in San Francisco, before flying home for a four week block of hard training. To mark the end of this block of hard work, I flew out to Ostrava in the Czech Republic to take part in the prestigious Golden Spike meeting, in the Emil Zatopek memorial 3000m. I was very pleased with my race, finishing 3rd against a strong African field in a big PB of 7.39.86 to go to number 6 on the UK all-time list.

      From there, after another couple of weeks training, it was on to Lille, where I won the 1500m against a strong field in cool and blustery conditions, running 3.36.70. It was a great meeting, with a great crowd in a fantastic stadium.


      Following hot on the heels of the Lille 1500m, it was time for me to step down in distance to run an 800m at the Folksam GP in Gothenburg. Whilst 11 degrees and windy conditions weren’t ideal, there was a strong field and after a (perhaps slightly too) aggressive first 300m, I finished with a time of 1.47.80 to get the workout I needed looking ahead to the Olympic trials in Birmingham…

    4. Posted: 16 March, 2012

      Blogging, slogging and blues blazers

      It seems that while I was away in the US, I got into the habit of blogging regularly, but on returning to the UK there’s always something else demanding my attention! So here’s a new blog to fill you in on the last few weeks.

      Just after my previous post, I finished my indoor campaign at the Aviva Grand Prix in Birmingham. I was pretty heavy legged from the 5km the week before, but despite the jetlag after 6 weeks in the US, I decided to give the 1500m a go. I did a session on the Wednesday and felt much better than I would have anticipated, and decided that I definitely wanted to get involved! The race went well, I finished just ahead of (subsequent world indoor silver medalist) Augustine Choge, running a PB of 3.37.16 to go to number 4 on the UK all-time list. This was a very positive way to finish this period of racing, but it was also a reminder of the level I need to be at in the coming months. I was as competitive as I could be in the race for the time of year, but didn’t feature near the front, something that has to change!


      After the race, it was time to get back into the familiar training routine at home, helped by milder weather and being reunited with my training group and coach. It was also time to focus on some solid weeks of training and mileage, without worrying about travelling or racing. It’s never a chore (despite heavy legs after sessions!) to train hard in the leafy surroundings of Bushy Park and Richmond Park, not to mention the occasional foray onto Wimbledon Common.


      So that pretty much brings us up to date. The only other thing to mention is how I spent Saturday night. Ahem, perhaps that wasn’t the best lead in, but still. I was privileged to be invited to be the guest speaker at the annual dinner for the Cambridge University Athletics Club. This meant it was one of the few opportunities where I can don the sartorial delight that is the Cambridge Blues blazer. Thankfully I don’t have a picture to post here, but suffice it to say that it is a ‘unique’ look, and no matter how traditional or prestigious, it still inevitably leaves sniggers in its wake. So, armed with my preposterous outfit, I headed to Downing College for the black tie dinner. The food was great, but it was even better to catch up with some old friends, and their presence meant that the speech went that much smoother…

      The weekend finished with a run with the Hare & Hounds, the University Cross Country team on the Sunday morning. We had glorious sunshine, and it was great to be back to see how beautiful Cambridge is without a looming deadline! Thank you to the guys for their company, I’ll be back…

    5. Posted: 14 February, 2012

      Beantown, the Big Apple and Burgers

      Finally I’m back in the UK after what feels like a long stint training and racing in the US. Back to nice bread, Robinson’s squash and narrow roads. It’s amazing how strangely reassuring it is to have Radio 1 on in the car (yes, I’m still pretending that I’m the target demographic).

      The races since my last blog went really well. On both occasions I had to contend with tough fluctuations in pace, providing welcome practice for the unpredictability of summer racing.


      I raced the 3000m at the New Balance Indoor Grand Prix in Boston, running 7.47.09. The promised early pace never materialised, and as the leading four African athletes pushed on to run their last mile in 4 minutes, I was left in no mans land leading a second group – until the last 200m when I was punished for my generous pacemaking! The crowd were amazing, and the atmosphere was incredible for a relatively small number of people. It feels like they’re right on top of you! It was also a new experience for me to run in an arena with huge posters of myself everywhere! Very surreal. And thank goodness for photoshop.


      For the next few days, I stayed in Boston to meet with various New Balance departments about new products. The meeting with the shoe team was the most exciting – so much hard work and technical expertise has gone into the latest range of New Balance shoes – they’re incredible. It feels like as athletes we’ve really had (and continue to get) an opportunity to give our input during development directly to the designers, and the choices of shoes we have available to us for all the different elements of our training are fantastic. In fact, I now have in my possession a pair of racing flats lighter than my spikes!


      From there it was a return to New York for the historic Millrose Games, taking place for the first time at the Armory. I raced in the 5000m, which prompted several people to ask me if I was the pacemaker! The race itself was set up for Bernard Lagat to set a new American record of 13.07, so needless to say the race was tough from the start. The pace fluctuated early on, and a few 62s 400s took their toll on my legs later on! I passed 3km in 7.57 after a few steadier laps, and glanced up to see 10 laps remaining. Obviously I knew how many laps were involved in an indoor 5000m, but nothing prepares you for the constant turning! I was pushing hard, and finished 6th in 13.22.44, putting me 4th on the UK all-time list, and making me dizzy.


      On Sunday I had a bit of time after my run in Central Park, and had been told about the Burger Joint at Le Parker Meridien, a cult “secret” hidden in the lobby of one of NYs luxury hotels. Despite the burger in the lobby bar being over $20, the Burger Joint serves (allegedly) the best burger in midtown for around $6. Its menu consists of burger, cheeseburger, fries and drinks. It’s hidden behind a dull brown curtain in the lobby, and has bare wooden floors and basic diner-style booths. The only way you would know it was there is if you peer down a narrow corridor next to the reception desk and see a neon burger. There are no other signs, but the queue at lunchtime tells you something is going on! I really felt like I had ‘discovered’ something, despite it being all over the internet, and the burger was fantastic! Well worth a visit, and the perfect end to my US sojourn.

    6. Posted: 24 January, 2012

      Sunshine in Tallahassee, Snow in New York

      On January 2nd 2012, I flew out (together with Mark Draper) to Tallahassee in Florida to enjoy the warmth of the sunshine state. With the help of Total Sports US, we met up with Pete Rea and the members of Zap Fitness, a group of elite runners who are normally based in North Carolina. They were kind enough to show us around, despite the pending US Olympic marathon trials, and I am incredibly grateful for their help.


      The trails in Tally are fantastic, and we have hardly had to repeat a run since we’ve been here, with the option of running on gravel trails, grassy “greenways”, pine forest tracks, clay roads or tarmac cycle paths. We’ve also had the good fortune to be able to use the track at Maclay High School, which is in the middle of a beautiful forest, with miles of trails right outside lane 6.


      This training, whilst continuing to build my winter base, is also aimed at achieving the best possible results in a series of US indoor races. I am writing this after having just arrived back in Tally after the first of these – the New Balance Games mile in New York. The whole trip to New York was fantastic, as it also served as the launch for a new documentary initiative from New Balance and Kimbia – The British Miler (click on the link to see the full website and the trailer premiered in New York). Make sure you tune in to see how I’m doing!


      As an added bonus, I got my season off to a winning start, running 3.57.22 to take the victory (and for the moment at least, the world lead!). The New Balance Games is always a fantastic event, with a handful of elite races taking place in the middle of a high school meet – so the atmosphere is unbelievable! This win was my third, having also won in 2008 and 2010. The toughest part of the day was waking up to 3 inches of snow, and subsequently having to “warm up” for the race in sub zero temperatures! Thankfully, on my return to Tally it was 26 degrees, so just a pair of shorts for the morning run!

    7. Posted: 7 January, 2012

      Stockport Harriers, foam disc guns and burlesque

      Where to train over the Christmas period is always a tricky one, but luckily for me Steve Vernon, Dave Turnbull and co. came to the rescue to proudly let me use the facilities at Stockport. And they’re right to be proud. The track is in the middle of a great little park, with a 1km loop on a road surface (marked every 200m by plaques), a changing room with ice baths, and a shipping container that hides an Olympic lifting platform! It was great to meet up with them for my warm up, and to see what a great group Dave has training together.


      Whilst Christmas involves training as usual, it also involves games, and toys that come out once a year. So imagine my excitement when I discovered a “rapid-fire foam disc shooter” at my parents house. After populating every corner of the living room with said foam discs, and having sent my family running for cover, I turned my attention to the reindeer atop the fireplace. There would be no escape from my sniping… that is until one of the discs whizzed down the ventilation grill of the gas fire. It was a great shot, but one that ultimately led to the fire being dismantled – apparently a foam disc is “a potential fire hazard”. Oops.


      From toys, to more grown up pursuits – in the form of burlesque dancing. Thankfully it wasn’t me in a corset and feather boa. Amazingly a group of friends and I had managed to persuade our lovely wives and girlfriends that the ideal way to see in the new year would be by watching already scantily clad ladies disrobe even further. I still don’t know how we managed that one. Still, we had a great night at the Naked Turtle (yes, really) jazz restaurant, where the fantastic (and fully dressed) waitresses sang amazingly throughout the evening. The only bad thing during the whole evening was that one of my friends had misinterpreted the dress code of “bohemian splendour” and somehow came dressed as someone from Miami Vice. I won’t mention any names though, Richard Jones.

    8. Posted: 14 October, 2011

      i-D Magazine photo shoot.

      Category: Photos

      Definitely a first for me to be standing on a rooftop in London, with a photographer and a chap holding a big shiny board. And it turned out to be a first for them, to be working with someone who didn’t have a clue what he was doing!

      Still, thanks to the wonders of (no doubt hours of) photoshop, the results are pretty cool…

      i-D Photo Shoot 7
      i-D Photo Shoot 1
      i-D Photo Shoot 2

    9. Posted: 1 July, 2011

      Kenya 2011

      Category: PhotosTraining
      First Photo A writeup about the photo.  This can be as long as you would like.