Happily Ever After
Life in The Rural Retreat with a beautiful wife, three cats, garden wildlife, a camera, a computer – and increasing amounts about running
Earlier posts can be found on Adventures of a Lone Bass Player, where this blog began life. Recent entries can be found here.
First Steps To Manchester
by Russell Turner - 15:41 on 16 November 2025
Mid November, training has begun for the Possible Manchester Marathon, and already the schedule is being tinkered with. Blame the weather forecast.
The ridiculously long lead-in is down to my experiment of stretching a 16-week, five-runs-a-week programme over a 10-day week, turning it into a 22-week programme. It’s not my idea; it’s a recognised wheeze for older/rubbish runners. The plan is to run every other day and walk for 30mins on the days between; bonus strength training may or may not happen. A few runs have been moved or swapped to accommodate gigs, trips and a couple of races; doubtless there’ll be more rearrangement to come.
But that’s not the aforementioned tinkering. Counting back from marathon day on April 19 gave me a start date of yesterday, beginning with a 30min steady run which I turned into an easy 10k so I could claim another Garmin badge. Today’s walk became the 30min run I didn’t do because snow, rain, strong wind and sub-zero temperatures are promised on Tuesday, Wednesday, and possibly Thursday morning. I prefer to be flexible. So the third run of Week 1 will be tomorrow. With luck I’ll be back on track by Friday.
Despite this being very much a possible marathon – time will tell if I have the motivation to do it – I’ve booked some accommodation (with free cancellation up to 14 days before the booking date). This seemed a wise move. The average price in central Manchester on marathon weekend is around £200 a night for a hotel or Airbnb, so the £155 for two nights I came across on booking.com was a bargain – suspiciously so until you factor in that it’s for a small apartment room with shared bathroom and kitchen. I can cope with that for two days, especially as it’s just minutes from the finish line and railway station (although there’s a two-mile walk to the start).

And if motivation and optimism improve, and the wallet can stand it, I can always spoil myself later with an upgrade, assuming there’s any room left at the inns.
Motor Update: I’m pleased to report that Big Blue (aka Great-grandson of Seat) and I are getting on well. His dashboard now makes sense, I can mostly change low gears smoothly, and the smartphone app will tell the local Seat dealer when I need its services (in 545 days or 16,299 miles at the last count). When did motoring become so hi-tech?
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