Monday 29 December 2014

2014

Hola Amigos!

So 2014 is almost finished, and 2015 is almost upon us, time to look back and see how far we came!

I set no resolutions for 2014, no goals, just RUN! I had an idea to hit 1000miles, almost double my 2013 total (530) but i wouldnt kill myself to reach it.

January & February flew in with 100 miles & 90ish miles respectively, including a pb at 25km distance at Ennerdale, taking 20+ minutes off my previous best. 

March set off well, staying on point with about 25/30 miles a week. Hit with a sore throat at the end of week two, which developed into a huge infection & a hospital stay for iv antibiotics & fluids. Obviously at this point March was written off!

April, May & June saw a return to form with just shy of a 100 miles a month each, and got my weight down to an adult all time low! Though my pace remained awful, usual story! 

I don't remember what happened in July, it must have been an injury/strain as the mileage just fell apart! There was a brief respite at the beginning of August, but then...

Mystery illness started! From early August until the start of November i suffered from this illness, which no one could figure out. Constant retching and nausea for 8 weeks just about saw me off. I was tired, sore, sickly, and not running! Countless blood tests, numerous trial & error/ non effective medicines & a few procedures to see inside, again to no avail!

A few weeks of non retching & feeling 'human' and i was allowed to run again, thank #%}~

November had me back above the 50 mile mark, some solid miles on Latrigg and a super awesome ascent on Red Pike with Azja. 

December will see me break the 50mile a month mark again, and over 700 miles for the year with an average of over 150ft per mile, which is nice! 

In other news i came on leaps & bounds with regards my anxiety & panic attacks. Owed entirely to the work of Sally Stubbs with to work tirelessly to unravel & heal 32 years of surgery, fears of everything unravelling, cancer diagnosis & surgery, and a general lifetime of waiting for death. 

Now i look forward to the future, look forward to more miles, look forward to a life with Azja. 

I look forward to living.

And more #CumbrianKrupicka


Wednesday 3 December 2014

Red Pike

 On the last day of November, and to herald a month of being back in the running game, myself and Azja headed to the picturesque Buttermere Valley for a run up my favourite mountain, Red Pike. Situated in the North West of the Lake District National Park, Buttermere is a relatively small lake, with an even smaller village which takes its name from the lake too. The lake itself has a beautiful 4 mile trail (bar 1/4 mile of road) running right along the sides, and is a very popular destination for walkers and runners alike. However it is nestled at the foot of a large horseshoe of mountains, on which the number of people seen during a run can usually be counted on one hand!

As I said our destination today was Red Pike, which sits above the North West Corner of the lake. It is by far my favourite mountain. The views from the top are without doubt some of the best in England, and if you continue your run over the adjoining peaks of High Stile, High Crag, Seat and Haystacks you are in for a very special day indeed. Alas we were doing a simple up and down, but it still has plenty to offer!

We started out from the Bridge Hotel as always and joined the path down to the lake, crossing the foot bridge over Sour Milk Gill as it pours into the lake. From here you immediately start climbing a rock staircase, which takes you about 600ft up through the forest to the top of the tree line.
Azja & Milo start the climb!

Almost to the tree line.

Upon reaching the tree line, there is thankfully a 10 metre section of flat trail and a gate to negotiate, which gives you some time to suck in some oxygen after the leg burning start to the run! The trail pretty much stays as a bouldered staircase up through the first mile/1000ft of climbing, and then changes into a boulder strewn path that is still uphill, but feels flat after the staircase! We stopped at the mile to have a breather and a drink. I was happy knowing that at this point every step I had taken was a running step, and though I'd had to pause a few times, I hadn't walked any part of it, and neither had Azja.
The views from our little break were fairly amazing though!

Muddock Crags overlooking Buttermere

We continued onwards and upwards towards flatter ground at Bleaberry Tarn, as Azja continued to beast the ascent! Whilst I pottered up behind with burning legs and heaving lungs! a few walking breaks started to appear about now!

Typical terrain for the first mile and beyond!

Maddock crags & Buttermere

As the incline evens out the running becomes a little easier and we made our way on the flat ground to the tarn which is a mix of boggy, gloopy mud and big rocks which make a bit of a path, but it's really anyone's guess as to which line to follow! Azja was a good 2-3 minutes ahead of me at the tarn, her ability to climb was not expected, but I was super happy to see her charging off round the tarn and onto the next staircase climb towards the summit! Gladly I recognised a gentleman and his daughter who were having a break at the tarn as customers from work the previous day, so I used this as an opportunity to have a breather and a crack with them about their day and how they were finding the climb etc.
As I was chief water carrier however I noticed Azja had stopped and was waiting for me to catch up so she could grab a drink!

Waiting Patiently for water & treats for Milo!

The staircase gradually merges into scree and loose rock towards the top of Red Pike, and footing can be a bit tricky, today it was super greasy underfoot, and it made the going even harder, but with the summit just about insight, we pushed on. Again I was noticing that I was running more of the climb, whereas normally I would just get my head down and grind out the ascent in a hike, especially at this stage as the climb intensifies and the ground becomes less secure!
Azja & Milo still putting in work!

Crummock Water and the slopes of Melbreak

Just below the summit there is a small scramble through a gouge in the rock caused by the 2009 floods. There is another route which we used to descend, but I find the scramble on the ascent to be quicker and more fun! Milo had to be lifted over a few of the obstacles, his little legs and lack of any jumping ability wouldn't allow for any climbing unaided!
Bleaberry Tarn below the scramble

Surveying the land below the summit

My Queen of the Mountains 

After the scramble there's a steep but manageable run out onto the top and to the summit, I went up first to capture Azja's very first proper fell running summit. The picture says it all!
Mere feet from the summit, one happy Azja!

We hung out at the top and got the obligatory summit pictures!
Queen Of The Mountain

Cumbrian Krupicka

Looking towards the Scafell Range

Ennerdale sneaking in

Loweswater, Melbreak & Crummock Water

Melbreak &Crummock Water with a cloudy Grasmoor

Summit Photo's done we had a quick drink and then headed down the way we had come. I was looking forward to this part as descending has always been my talent with fell running, I'm still slow, but faster than ascending!!
When I was almost back to the tarn I heard a yelp and stopped to look for Azja and Milo behind me. I could see Milo looking off the path into the grasses but no sign of Azja until up popped her head amongst the grass! She had slipped on the rock and taken quite a fall, she assured me she was ok, and I waited for her to catch up. She was running again as she got to me and once again said she was ok, and we continued down. We passed all the hikers who had been descending as we went up, and as we crossed the footbridge once more, I unclasped my bag and ran into a freezing Buttermere for an Ice Bath - Legs only! 
2081ft in 1.87 miles for the ascent and the same for descent. Time wasn't something we were concerned with as we were taking a lot of photos, it was Azja's first proper fell run and I'm as unfit as ever!!











Sunday 16 November 2014

2 Weeks Running

I had a bit of PF pain in my left heel after last weeks runs, so i took Saturday & Sunday as rest days. Monday was my first day back at work since illness, i had planned a little headtorcher with Azja, but opted for food & tv instead :-/
I was working a night shift on Tuesday, so i got up early to take Azja to work then ran the 5.5 mile loop on Latrigg. The climb up Spooney Green felt great, i was dismayed to see a pretty slow time to the summit! It was a good run out though, with over 1200ft of climbing and plenty of mud!
After nightshift i slept all day Wednesday :-)
Thursday saw Azja & I head down to Buttermere for a lap of the lake. It was windy as hell and pouring down, perfect! 
First 1.5 miles i felt great, gliding along the track out of the farm towards Gatesgarth, i took a ridiculous fall after the footbridge, and i have no idea how it even happened, literally tripped over thin air!
Coming out of the trees we were subjected to the full strength of the headwind coming down from Haystacks, and running uphill on the road above the farm i'm fairly sure i was running on the spot! 
Once we were across the top of the lake the wind was behind us, and i had a really good run back to the beach area at the bottom of the lake, we had a quick ice bath in the lake then carried on and ran back to the car.
Friday i was involved in filming a vlog for the therapist who helped cure my panic attacks, which i will go into in a seperate blog.
I signed up for my local parkrun and my plan was to run the 5k parkrun on Saturday morning, then carry on up Latrigg and back before work to extend the session and get some climbing in the legs. I didnt realise however the public bathroom at the start of Parkrun had been closed, and the nearest one was 1/2 mile away. I legged it back into town, and back to the start but everyone had left! So i ran around to Spooney Green lane and ran the Latrigg loop anticlockwise. The first mile felt ok, but miles 2 & 3 were just torture, i couldnt get a rhythm and had no strength on the climbs. After the stile into the field up to the summit i started to feel a bit stronger, and managed to run most of this climb. I paused at the summit for some photos (a breather) and then stepped on the gas for the 1.8 miles back to the car. I got down in 13minutes & change, not bad for me when including gates and a fallen tree blocking the path!
Today i planned another round Buttermere but i was really tired, so spent most of the day watching running videos, and then headed of for a 'Turkey Fields' 5k
It's one of my favourite routes, uphill from my house through town for a mile, a 1/3mile descent to the river, into muddy fields to follow the river back to town, over a footbridge, up a really short but ricilously steep bit of road then a shallow descent back to the house. It has about 150/60ft of ascent, and a few obstacles - stiles, gates and 2 main road crossings, so my 32 mins was a surprise time, i expected about 35/36 minutes considering my recent lay off.

A good week back, including the return to work. Trying not to get hung up on times and walking breaks due to the lack of running since August, but i'm my own worst critic, and nothing is ever good enough!! 

Laters taters





Friday 7 November 2014

Return of #cumbriankrupicka

My last post, way back in August was a dark journey into uselesness, and its been a long path to last friday, when i was allowed to start running again!

I wont go into details, but i was poked, prodded, investigated and operated on, mostly to discover the cause of my retching, and some in the constant care of my heart. I've either been in hospital or the dr's surgery once a week for 12 weeks give or take the odd week off! All towards the word last week to start running again! 

So, health crap aside, lets go running! 
12 weeks without a run after averaging 25/30 miles a week previously had taken its toll! I'd piled on almost 14lbs, and some days id been bed bound with illness. 
First run back was 3.6 miles with about 550ft ascent. Surprisingly i climbed the first 220ft ascent quite well, and managed to keep trudging over the undulations and down the descent. The climb up 'Bastard Hill' reduced me to a walk and i allowed gravity to guide my descent back to the car!

The second outing was less impressive!! Feeling buoyed by the success of the first run, Azja & I headed to Dodd. A 4 mile run with 1400ft of ascent in the first 2 miles. After the 1st mile i was very glad that the light had gone & we hadn't brought headtorches, which forced an early descent!

2 days later i headed up Latrigg after dropping off Azja at work. I have a love / hate relationship with Latrigg. I'm ridiculously slow up its initial 900ft/1.75 mile ascent, but i love the views and the descent! Today it took even longer! Which is fine, i fully expected it to be worse! But Cumbrian Krupicka returned! 
      I'm Baaaaaaaaaaaaack! (Chunkier)

Agent A & I headed out a few days later to a fun route above Loweswater. He is averaging 2-3 miles a week for the year, so we were about even fitness wise! There's a long slog up an old farm road, then a steep, undefined route up open fell to the first summit. These first 2 miles were, as expected, slow and littered with walking sections. After this there is a steep descent then it undulates across the tops for a mile or so. Cue lots of photos in perfect Autmn conditions! 
                 Crummock Valley

                 Cumbrian Krupicka 

          Agent A above Crummock

After the undulations & the final summit there is a perfect singletrack descent back the car. I said to Agent A as we descended that it's the type trail you could run all day & never get tired of, it's a gem, hidden away beyond the popular fells.

Today Azja & I had to visit Keswick so decided to have a bimble up & down Latrigg together.
I was fairly happy to see that my ascent was 4/5 minutes than Monday, and a bit closer to my average! Our initial plan was to head straight back down, but the sun was breaking through, and it wasn't too cold, so we opted for the longer route back through Brundholme Woods. 
       One of the best views in England

               100+ steps of torture!

       Azja cruising through the woods

              Mud glorious mud!

The moving time for the run was only actually 3 minutes slower than pb, but we had a lot of photo stops, breathers & stitch stops! 

So i'm back & raring to be fitter than ever before! My plan is try to be conservative, quality miles over a quantity of miles. With winter fast approaching i'm looking to concentrate on my climbing ability and speed work, rather than just banging out miles for the sake of it. Unless of course it snows, then there'll be a few longer outings 👍

It feels good to be running again! Thankyou all for your support, patience and humour, it has truly helped me these past 3 months. 

Sunday 17 August 2014

Stewin'

Following my feeling useless post i'm going to write quickly just to clear my thoughts. 
Friday was awful physically, saturday was better, this morning i almost felt normal for the first time in 16 days.
I got up, made food, even had a jog out in the woods. Nice long bath, minimal nausea. Tea watching footy, ham salad, nephew sat with me, had a hot flush - generally an indicator of panic - followed by the shakes and eventually chills.
Didn't panic in my head, but the obvious release of adrenaline (flush & shakes) pretty much ruined any appetite i had.
I went to lie down and just felt overwhelming sadness and tears flowed. I've only been ill/suffering for 2 weeks, but it feels like i'm always ill or anxious. 
I've never had a girlfriend and been ill like this. I've had colds, sickness bugs etc, but never something that we're chasing with tests etc. i don't know how to act or feel or what to say. I'm worried, who wouldnt be? And i'm sure Azja is, though she'd never admit it to me. I'm worried also that she's tired of my anxiety, of being ill often, worried that she stays, ashamedly, out of pity. 
I try to protect her, i've been putting on a brave face for her, but what if my 'protecting' is actually pushing her away?
If she was ill, how would i react? I'd be there, through hell & high water. Tough days, good days, indifferent days. I'd put my needs to the back to accomodate anything she needed. So why can't i see that she is the same?
Is it because i bring a history, and condition, of illness with me? I feel like maybe i cheated her, like 'look at this guy, 32, in shape, funny, loving caring' and she signs up, but the small print that nobody reads says 'damaged in transit, no refunds available' 
Is it selfish of me to feel that way? Or is it how all people bring health conditions into a relationship feel?

Am i upset because i feel lousy and the drs are idealess? Or am i upset because i feel like a burden? 

I know this, i love her wholeheartedly, i know that spending the rest of my life with her is what i want,i know this health issue will eventually be resolved, even though right now it feels like the end of my life as i know it. 

Probably last blog for a while. Deleting twitter from my phone & fb too, accounts will remain active but i wont be on much if at all, need to concentrate on getting well. 

Thankyou all for your support

Wednesday 13 August 2014

Feeling Useless

I'm ill. Again. 
Though this is more serious, potentially. On & off for years i've been retching/vomiting at very random times for no apparent reason. It's happening everyday now, and the dr's are looking at a problem possibly with my adrenal system & in particular cortisol levels. This issue would explain the retching/vomiting, general naseau, anxiety & panic i suffer (hypnotherapy has worked miracles on this front btw) and why sometimes i run/cycle like no tomorrow, and other times why i bonk after relatively little output. 
I've often felt inadequate. Especially with the anxiety & panic, and anyone who has experienced either will most likely attest to this. 
On Sunday i felt awful, i was so naseous that i was on the verge of making myself sick to feel better. Instead i took some anti sickness tablets & a gaviscon and flipped my dr the bird and went for a run. Running is my meditation, as it is for a lot of us on here, and even if i only managed a few hundred metres, at least it might alleviate the feelings for a few minutes. I ran 3 miles in a loop back the car, and felt fan-fucking-tastic. My head was more positive, and i ate my tea with a shovel.
Come monday there was no sickness.
I didnt run monday as i felt fine.
Tuesday i was retching again. Feeling trapped in my 4 walls of resting i set out again with the intention of see how i feel. Same three miles. Felt ok after, no retching today (wednesday)
Wheels in my head start turning. If i run the night before, i dont retch the next day? Coincidence? Adrenaline balancing? 
Spoke to my dr today, my kidneys are working as well as normal (read - theyre fucked, but getting no worse) my blood count is normal, and thyroid is normal. Results for cortisol etc arent back. I explain carefully that i only went for a run to escape my head, not specifically to defy him, and that the next day i had no issues. When i didn't run, back to retching. 
He suggests i run again today and report back tomorrow. 
Bare in mind whatever this is has me sleeping 12 hours a night with a nap during the day, i'm not setting records nor am i anywhere near well.
So today i run, feel ok running, bit tired on the hill back to car (nothing flat here)
By the time i drive home (5mins) i feel shaky, naseous off the scale, faint and my head is in mega downfall mode. I feel useless, what's the point? Why me? I hate myself, what does Azja see in me? I should just hide in my house forever. I get really upset, full on crying, and beating myself up. Few minutes later i plateau, the tears dry up, it's not all bad, hey at least i didnt panic, right? I know my hearts fine, i was at clinic 8 days ago and i'm their golden boy, right? I have the most amazing, understanding girlfriend a man could ask for, right? 
So why the fuck am i so upset and feeling so inadequate?

I spoke afterwards with someone who has become a brilliant friend over the last few years. We use each other as a sounding board for when times are tough. We both said the same thing. The high profile suicide of Robin Williams had got to us both.

I've never been low enough to contemplate suicide, i'm too much of a coward anyway. But i've been low, i've been really low, i've been housebound with panic, i've been told more than once that i might not wake up tomorrow, and i've been clincally dead twice. So i can understand how people can feel so utterly useless that they will be better off dead. 
Ashamedly i have said that maybe i would have been better off not surviving 22 years ago. Which i know is utter bollocks, but depression & despair and dark monsters.
Robin's death played on my mind, especially feeling a bit low and shitty at the minute, and i think that contributed to todays episode. 
Someone who on the surface has it all, family, security, money, and still found it too much to cope with. What chance do we have?
Why do we feel useless? 
I feel useless because i always feel like i'm letting people down. My family, Azja, work. 
I feel useless because somedays the thought of eating in a restaurant has me wishing i could and run to the edge of the earth to get away from panic.
I feel useless because i always seem to have a health problem.

Reality?
I've survived 32 years when i barely survived being born. My family love me unconditionally, and no matter what, in their eyes i'm as normal as can be. If anything i exceed what they think i am capable off.
Azja loves me. For better or worse, she is right there, when i smile she smiles with me, when i'm down she lifts me up. And i would do the same for her in a heartbeat.
Work, can deal with it! And they do, magnificiently, i have good periods where i won't have a sick day for months on end, pulling extra shifts and running the show from open to close. Then, like now, i go home feeling great, and wake up making emergency appointments and being sicker than hopefully anyone at work will ever be.
So what if i'm anxious about restaurants? I knew a guy once who couldn't be in the same room as a baked bean - i shit you not! And with the hypnotherapy, the fear is virtuallly non existant!
Yes i have health problems! Christ i've had 6 massive open heart surgeries including a heart transplant, i've had slmost 60 surgeries in all, i've had cancer, i have a suppressed immune system that led to me catching meningitis from a friends vaccination!

But you know what? I'm still here. I wasn't born to live, but i was born to survive. I'm bloody good at it too!! 

So from now on, when times are shitty, and i feel like giving up, i'll remember one word:
BANGARANG

If you don't know this word, i strongly suggest you watch Hook. 

You aren't useless. I am not useless

WE are Human 

Friday 1 August 2014

Back on track!

Afternoon! Few weeks since my last post and i've been feeling great!
I had a 4th session with www.sally-stubbs.com and worked out some more residual issues and i'm to report that a bbq, a breakfast at a cafe & a meal with Azja have all happened this week with no anxiety & lots of smiles!! Still work to do on confidence and thought pattern interruption but life is back in my control! 
My July stats for running took a beating though when i broke my toe about 3 weeks ago, so i'm currently well under target for 1000 miles in 2014.
I haven't stopped training though, i dusted off the Merida Ride Lite 93 and hit the road for some cycling! 
I hit a distance pb with my first ever 50 miler (previous best 30miles) followed by another 50 miler then a Strava segment smashing 30 miler earlier this week. After the 30 i was a bit concerned that it didn't feel like i'd really done much! Guess that's progress!
I threw a few small (1.5-3 mile) runs in but very steady and pretty painful on the toe until this week.
The day after the 30 miler on the bike i had agreed to meet my boss Byron (@byronodonnell88) and guide him up Skiddaw on a fell run. Skiddaw is one of the highest mountains in England, and the path is steep! 
Having not ran for about 3 weeks i power hiked / ran the trail that runs around Latrigg upto the car park below Skiddaw in order to warm up and engage running muscles! 
Surprisingly i was at the car park about a minute faster than usual! 
We hit Jenkins path and the slog began! Consistently the slowest mile of the ascent, a zig zagging rock track up the mountain, my legs were failing fast! It rained a little and we donned jackets as the wind picked up a little too.
The jog upto the gate below Little Man felt a little easier than normal, but i knew my legs were toast from the climb up! The track around Little Man ascended into the cloud and visibilty dropped to about 15 yards, with the wind whipping our jackets around us.
Thankfully the cloud obscured the final climb to the summit plateau and we made good time. Once we reached the summit plateau however we were exposed to the full force of the wind, which in 3 years of fell running was the strongest i have ever encountered. The wind blew straight across the plateau and made running fairly difficult! We forced on to the summit proper and quickly took a few pictures and a ridiculous video! It was 6 minutes slower than my pb to the summit, but in the conditions, my lack of running & 30 miles on the bike the day before, i was pretty happy! 
The descent is usually my forté as i am comfortable bombing face first down mountains but my toe was not happy! I had to reel it in a bit but took great pleasure in watching Byron gliding effortlessly down the fell. 
I first ran with Byron about 6 months ago, he was new to running having been an avid MTB rider & basketball player before that. We ran around derwentwater at a conversational pace and i gave him a few pointers, told him to watch a few videos to help with form and as always we talked trainers! 
He is now running several times a week and is really flying, his form has changed to a forefoot strike and his footsteps are light and quick. He has been truly bitten by the running bug and our runs now are constantly faster paced ( i'm buggered most of the time!!) and always talking about form, exercises to improve this or that, and future run plans and routes! 

                 Byron atop Skiddaw
          Me being me atop Skiddaw

Monday 14 July 2014

Hypnotherapy part 3

Evening all, it's been a week since my last hypnotherapy session with Sally (http://www.sally-stubbs.com) and i feel it is right to continue my series of blogs about my experience.
In my last installment i had resolved the larger issue of my 9yo self being stuck in a T1 memory, and whilst this had improved things, i had started to feel super anxious & suffering dry heaving. Sally thought that there was possibly another T1 memory to resolve, which had been hidden by the initial problem.
I spent a week pretty much afraid to do anything, the dry heaving was coming on at the merest sign of anxiety, and i honestly thought, at times, that i'd made myself 10x worse than before!
Alas, the day came for the 3rd session, but instead of worry & nerves before the session, i was really excited to be there, and to move forward towards the goal of a better future. 
I had been using the video (http://youtu.be/KTC6DPbY4hk) which had helped me discover the issues for previous sessions, but to no avail. I couldn't find or focus on any particular memory that would explain the new anxiety. 
So Sally approached it differently this time. Describing a restaurant, a meal and the environment surrounding them had me instantly anxious, as eating out - even the thought, was enough to trigger the negative thoughts, and subsequent reaction. 
Since the first 2 sessions however, there was no cognitive response, no fear in my mind, but there was still the physiological response. The hot flush of adrenaline, the shakiness, and the immediate need for the bathroom. 
Suitably anxious Sally asked me to locate the anxiety. As often the case with me, in my stomach! Then she asked me what shape or physical presence the anxiety took, and to draw my stomach and draw on the shape and location of the anxiety within my stomach.
My anxiety was a flat 'disc' though not perfectly round, like a liquid boiling within a liquid (cant explain any better) and just below the top of the stomach, blocking the rest of my stomach. 
Next she asked me to 'zoom' in on the disc, to what the colour was (reddish/purple) and what was on the surface. Now, bear in mind each person interprets things differently, and my imagination is pretty wild at the best of times!
On the disc were hundreds, thousands of little warriors all line up chanting and thrusting spears towards me (imagine the siege at helms deep in lord of the rings) Sally then asked me to search out what they wanted, which was to leave the disc and 'live' peacefully in what appeared to be a grassy meadow. In my mind therefore i built a bridge to this meadow, and off they went, nice and happy.
Back the disc and it was changing from the horizontal to vertical, and a space had appeared on the wall of my stomach to which it fit perfectly.
Obviously this sounds quite ridiculous, but i swear on my family the very second the disc was out of the way, my stomach instantly felt better than it had for years.
Once again Sally described the restaurant etc, and this time there were no effects or reactions.
This past week has been literally life changing. The negative thoughts (i can't cope, i will panic etc) are still there, as i have to retrain almost 10years of thoughts to positive! But there are no mental or physiological responses that lead to panic. I spent all day yesterday in different town and with eating out and only had negative thought, no upset stomach or needing to rush to bathroom, no blind panic to escape the situation, just a growing confidence.
Today Azja & I went for breakfast at a little café in Buttermere and again i had the negative thoughts that i am accustomed to, but i ate breakfast happily and rest of the day was relaxed and happy that i would not panic. 
Sally very kindly loaded her Confidence & Self Esteem course onto a memory stick for me too, as i have little to no confidence in myself, and think very little of myself anyway, especially after years of battling this affliction. I also have material to follow in order to disrupt my negative thought patterns, and have positive thoughts instead.
On the whole i feel great going forward, i need to learn now to trust that i won't panic in trigger situations and become confident at them again, until it is just life as it should be! 

I had 4.5 hours of therapy with Sally, opposed to 60+ with a pyschologist. 
I know now i will not need the pyschologist again, as in 60+ hours of therapy i never even gained 5% of the resolution i have now. 

I will hopefully stay in touch with Sally, she has changed my life for the better in ways i can't even begin to thank her for. 

And remember, there is no need to hide mental health problems. You are certainly not alone, and there is hope, i am now proof of that. For 10 years i have been afraid of nothing, but such a fear can be more debilitating than any of the physical illness i have suffered. 
Talk about it, get help, enjoy life.


Thursday 3 July 2014

Hypnotherapy Pt 2

Following on from my last post, about my first session with a hypnotherapist, this blog will focus on the 2nd session and the days following it.

We started by placing the pieces of paper for birth, future and panic around the room, though the positions from the 1st session were completely different. 
My 'birth' was at the back of the room, no longer in the window, my 'future' was inside the room right next to me, again no longer in the window. Panic (9yo me) had moved out from behind the desk and was making its way to the window. 
The new placements felt good, supporting the 'panic' and giving it a clear run to the window, freedom-resolution.
As i said in the 1st post it is the memory of the 9yo me that is the root of my panic as an adult, a memory that has become stuck in psyche that needed to be released.
As we worked through the session the imagery in my head was of myself as an adult, standing next to myself as the 9 year old, in a corridor leading into light. Both 'people' felt like they wanted to step into the light - resolution, but neither could take the first step without the other. I was in this 'place' for quite a while when it started to change, the corridor and light became clouds, with a pool in the middle, where we were laughing. The water started swirling and we went down through a pipe into another pool. This happened 3 more times, until we exited the 4th pipe and there was nothing.
I opened my eyes, and felt free i guess! The paper signifying the panic was no longer in the room (in my head) and i couldnt see it anywhere, it had been resolved. 
Once again i was absolutely worn out by the episode, and spent the afternoon chilling out in the sun with Azja.

It felt nice to be free, and when i tried to envisage my 9yo self in the hospital bed, i know longer saw a terrified boy holding the bed rails, i had rolled over to sleep.

The next two days felt great, and i was starting to believe that after all this time i had finally gotten rid of this affliction.
The Monday however, i awoke with alot of anxiety, on the plus side however, i didn't panic. The anxiety i felt was severe enough to have previously sent me into a massive panic, and whilst i had some of the phsyiological effects, they were kind of muted.
I went to work regardless and eventually started feeling more relaxed as the day wore on.
That evening i had planned to go for a meal with Azja, and i was determined to at least try. Bearing in mind that a morning that bad would have normally had me hiding for the rest of the day!
We went for the meal, and i was fine, better than fine, until the main course came, and then i began to worry that the hypnotherapy might not have worked. I didnt panic though, or have the usual 'get the hell out' anxiety.
After the meal we had to drive to Manchester Airport to pick up a friend, again a huge aske after the rest of the day, but it went fine!! I was feeling good!
Yesterday (Wednesday, i was feeling anxious for most of the day, about what i have no idea, it was just there.
Today i awoke and had the adrenaline rush associated with panic, once again it felt muted but it really got to me. I felt utterly useless and worthless, and generally fucked off with the world!!

I spoke to my hypnotherapist, fearing that  by resolving one issue, i had opened a shitstorm of other issues. 
Her explanation however made me see sense.

All along, it's not present day me that is afraid, it's 9yo me that has been afraid, now that he is gone, another memory has surfaced which is causing fear. 

The power of my 9yo self memory was such that this one was buried beneath it. Now i have to bring it to the surface & resolve it.

I hope beyond hope that this is the last one to find, but i will continue to find and resolve these issues, one at a time, until i am anxiety free. 

I have nothing but praise for my hypnotherapist Sally Stubbs, i've made huge steps already, and feel this will be the solution.

Www.sally-stubbs.com


Wednesday 25 June 2014

Panic Stations

Evening all,

Once again, apologies for my inability to blog more frequently! I've had a good few weeks though, running wise and in my head!
On the running front i've started doing some 400m interval sessions to try and improve my speed ahead of competing for a place on the Great Britain Transplant Games Team in August. Which will hopefully see me on a plane to Argentina in 2015 to compete at the World Transplant Games. As I'm not hugely competitive apart from against myself, this will be a big test for me! The chance to rock up in a GB kit is pretty inspiring though, so i will run my socks off to get selected!
This month i have also made a return to proper fell running, April & May were basically just building back up from a poor March due to illness. I knocked 1'59 off my Skiddaw ascent time this week, despite being fairly ill on the way up! I'm fairly confident my goal ascent time will fall this summer too, as i felt strong this week despite the setbacks. I'm also on course to hit the 100 mile month again, and will be just short of 500 miles this year by the end of the month, but i'm fairly confident i can easily make up the deficit to finish 2014 on over 1000 miles which was my goal this year.

Personally i have taken a 'leap of faith' with the treatment of my panic attacks. After almost 2 years of seeing the transplant unit psychologist i was becoming dismayed with the lack of progress. It seemed to me that all it was doing was allowing me to recover from the panic, but not actually stopping the panics from working. I began to look into hypnotherapy & psychotherapy as another avenue to pursue.
I found a highly recommended hypnotherapist who had been in practice since the mid eighties, and she lived locally too, which would help as my panics usually appear when away from home.
I wrote her an email explaining when i panic, where it usually happens and the almost debilitating effect it was having on my life. She responded very quickly and we set up a phone chat to discuss the issue more in depth and to talk about treatment etc.

In the first 60 minute phone call she had done what the psychologist had never done, and that was find the root of the panics. Turns out my initial panic had been as a 9 year old, in hospital, on bonfire night where i could quite vividly remember hanging onto the bed for dear life whilst nurses tried to calm me down, to no avail. I will never know what triggered the event, but it left me with a T-1 memory.
Basically something happened which got me upset and very worried, and the brain in an effort to protect itself calls time at a particular point, where it decides that the very next moment will be too much to handle, so it launches in fight or flight, AKA panic! My panics now are triggered now by my brain reaching this same point and my reflex reaction is to panic, as that is what my brain has programmed itself to do.
Treatment therefore would work on resolving this 'moment' and then the brain won't revert to the default setting of panic.
The first advice she gave me was to watch a video from her youtube account, which somehow accesses your subconscious and begins to work of your conflict. The first time i watched it i was very much focused on the little boy in the hospital bed, but oddly i wasn't seeing it from the boys point of view, i was watching myself from above. During the video, listening to the monologue i had a vision of falling onto a comfy bed, as i was about to make contact a huge black shape came rushing into my consciousness and actually caused a panic, despite the fact i was happily laying on the bed in no danger whatsoever. The oddest part was that despite the panic attack, i didn't worry, i just let it wash over me.
I listened and continue to listen to the video each evening, after a few days however, my perspective of watching the boy in hospital changed to seeing the same scenario from the point of view of the boy, myself at 9 years old.

Before we spoke on the phone for a 2nd time i went for a meal with my girlfriend, normally a tense affair with my near constant anxiety of having a panic overshadowing the meal. This time however i was able to sit and eat the meal comfortably, and left the restaurant with a feeling of elation, if the video could help this much, maybe the hypnotherapy itself would be massively beneficial??

What goes up, must come down however, and the following week i decided i would have breakfast at a little cafe in the sunshine, and spent the whole time fighting the urge to leave as the prospect of panic crept up on me once more.

The first session.
I won't lie, i was cacking my myself walking into the session. Though i'd researched hypnotherapy i had no idea what would happen, would i be put to sleep? would she induce a panic? would i be able to sit there without panic long enough to achieve anything??
First off, you don't go to sleep! apparently that method of hypnotherapy merely hides the problem even deeper, instead of solving it. And inducing a panic is not part of the process either!
She did some simple association activities, i had to write, or draw what i thought immediately after she gave me a scenario.
The first being, what i saw or felt about my birth. The second, what i saw or felt about my perfect future. Finally, what i saw or felt about the panic attacks. Then i had to choose where in the room each of these images/words belonged in the room. The birth felt comfortable in the window, the future was down by the river in her garden and the panic was hidden behind her desk, where i couldn't see it. Already quite a powerful visual tool as to how i felt about the panic.
She then asked questions about the birth, what i knew instinctively about my own birth. Then about the future, why i had chosen to place it near the river and not in the room - i could see it, but it was still a little ways away. Finally she asked how i felt about the panic. Immediately i said i wanted to destroy it, and boom! in that instant i just burst into tears, from absolutely no where, and my whole body, especially my legs and feet felt immensely heavy, to point where i didn't feel i could i move my feet even if i wanted to. The surge of emotion was incredible, and took me 5-10 minutes to start to come round from it. It felt like my body had been encased in brickwork and i had finally broken it, until it was just debris around my feet.
I can't properly explain the feelings, but the power of them was incredible, and i couldn't believe that they had come from absolutely no where, like a train just smashing into you! i was physically tired from it.
She then asked about the placements of the scenarios again. The birth stayed in place. The future came into the room, and within touching distance. The panic came out from behind the desk, and started to make its way out of the room.
At this point i had to stop, i had nothing left, i was mentally, emotionally and physically drained, but she was happy with the progress for the first session!
The past week since the first session i have started to notice differences. I still have the thoughts of 'right i'm going to be anxious' but i have none of the physical reactions, and my brain doesn't go into panic mode, even though i am still expecting it! In my book that is a whopping step forward and even though i still fear i will be anxious, i'm slowly learning that i don't need to be afraid of that, and trying to build my confidence back up.

I have a second session in 2 days time, which she says will probably be enough to resolve the issue completely. 

Onwards to the 2nd session, then hopefully a fun filled and happy future, no longer constrained by the fears of panic.

Sunday 11 May 2014

Mt1010v2

Quicky blog about the shoes i've been mostly wearing the last couple of months!

A long time advocate of the New Balance Minimus range i was excited to receive the MT1010v2 shoes. With a 4mm heel-toe drop and a grippy Vibram outsole, they sounded perfect for technical rocky paths and longer distance trails.
My first run out in them was along the shore paths & trails alongside Derwentwater in Keswick. 


First impressions were very impressive, super lightweight, nice fit around the midfoot and heel and plenty of room in the toe box. 
The cushioning, despite being minimalist, is enough to cope with longer runs, 16 miles is the furthest i've ran in them so far, and the rockplate is, as ever, great on the more rugged trails.
A definite must have in the minimalist trail, fell & mountain runners arsenal this summer, and a great transition shoe for those looking to add minimalist footwear & running to their training. 





Saturday 3 May 2014

#noStigma

As i've mentioned before, all my blogs tend to come at periods of my life where i am struggling. This one is no different.
The past 6 months have been pretty much great! My running is seeing improvements almost weekly, my confidence in myself is growing, i have a truly amazing girlfriend who has also started running and my health, bar a hiccup in March has been great.
My anxiety has been very much under control, and my transplant unit psychologist has been astounded at my progress, and my ability to force myself into uncomfortable situations in order to fight my anxiety. 
Azja's birthday coincided with a check up at the transplant cljnic, so we decided to head to the appointment, then we would head to Whitley Bay for lunch and a walk along the sea front, and then laptop shopping.
The morning started as always at 4:45am as i have to be at clinic for 7am. The drive through was uneventful, bar a spectacular sunrise as we headed east. As we arrived at hospital, as always, i needed the bathroom, a common reaction to any anxiety for millions of people. I signed in to clinic and we took our seats in the waiting area. 
At this point i felt fine, talking with Azja and watching the hospital come to life. 
Out of absolutely nowhere i started with the hot flush that accompanies a sudden burst of adrenaline - panic. I told Azja straight away as this isn't massively out of the norm, and i can usually shut it down almost as fast as it starts. This time however i couldn't stop it. 
It's probably important at this point to mention that i was in a panic about absolutely nothing. Nothing! The only real thought accompanying it was to go outside. Which i tried repeatedly to no avail. A brief respite came, at the expense of another patient who almost collapsed from BP issues, who i rushed to catch & hold until a wheelchair came. 
I mentioned to the clinic nurse that i was panicky for some reason and she took me straight in to the obs room, and took BP and pulse. BP was lower than normal for hospital visit, and pulse was barely clearing 60bpm, clear unrefutable evidence that absolutely fuck all is going inside my body, and it is all in the mind. After regular blood tests were taken we headed outside to the car so i could take a couple of kalms tablets. Whether these are pyscological or actually effective is anyones guess, but they have helped previously. We headed to the canteen to grab some food to take outside, thinking the early start and no breakfast might be behind the panic. Two small mouthfuls into a sausage sandwhich i started retching. I know why though, in panic/anxiety, your body is prepared for fight or flight, digestion shuts down to send more blood to the legs etc to prepare for war. 
At this point however i started to feel like a horrible person for bringing Azja into this world of pain & suffering, that it is selfish of me, and that she deserves better from life than to be stuck with this medical reprobate who is panicking about nothing, but can't stop! 
I know of course that this is utter bullshit, that if roles were reversed i would be stood next to her supporting her with my love & patience and she was with me, with no thoughts of wanting anyone else or wanting someone 'better'
We headed back inside for the ECG but literally seconds after sitting in the waiting room i had to escape, making it about 30mtrs before a physio caught hold of a very distraught and upset me and guided me into a curtained off cubicle in the physio dept.
I was scared now, not for several years had anything this bad happened. I couldn't seem to get a grip on anything, except that something other than panic was at play. The physio called across to the transplant clinic and the Sister of the clinic, Mary, came across to get me. I was feeling pretty lightheaded and not too steady on my feet so she wheeled me back in a wheelchair! 
Back at clinic they ran extra tests, and studied the xrays & ECG to no avail, it was just panic.
I was feeling calmer by the end of the appointment, pissed off that i had ruined Azjas birthday though, with plans to head straight home. 
Driving away from the hospital however i decided i wouldn't give in. I wouldn't run home and hide away, i would continue to fight this bastard affliction, and i would fucking win!
We headed to the Metro Centre (huge mall in the UK) to buy Azja a new computer for her birthday, under the agreement that if i felt panicky we hightailed it out of there!
We had a good 2 hour walk around the Metro, spent some money and bought some lunch. Though we ate lunch in the car, not wanting to push too many buttons! 
The rest of the day was fine and without any issues. 
This morning however i instigated the anxiety myself by dwelling on yesterdays events, and not the good parts. Filling my head with fears that the panics were back and life would once again be filled with fear.
Azja has been amazing, and i'm trying not to think stupid thoughts about her wanting someone better or resenting the way i am. 
A fear of nothing. So why are we afraid? 

Friday 11 April 2014

Fighting On

Once again a while since i blogged! 
Today found me north of the Border, in Scotland, with my buddy Mark for a taste of trailrunning in his neck of the woods.
I was, as usual, pretty anxious headed up there, the usual doubts and anxieties trying to convince me against going! 
I'm finding that whilst still anxious in new situations, or out of my comfort zones, i'm coping much better, and felt quite relaxed shortly after arriving.
The run itself was 12 miles of field, trail & fell running, with the highest point on Penchrise.
I really struggled with the ascents and the distance today, having been hospitalised with a severe infection a few weeks ago, a strained muscle in my shin and a recent kidney infection that is just clearing up! Mark had also been pretty ill last week with norovirus, and was still sweating out the lingering effects! 
When i returned home i went for a meal with my girlfriend. Meals out are a big trigger of anxiety and panic for me, so i figured after the anxiety of being away & running etc, it would be good to really push myself. Gladly the meal was perfect, the foam roller session when i got home wasnt!
A great day on the trails with Mark, and another big step towards banishing my undue anxieties 👍
Photo: Mark Lyons

Tuesday 18 February 2014

Sunglasses


Hello readers :-) bit of a different blog today. Most of you know that i work for a national outdoor store (@blacks_online) and as a very active end user of our products, i was asked to do a test & review of the Adidas TERREX fast sunglasses. 
Firstly, all of these views are my own, the glasses are on loan, and i recieve no reward for testing and reporting back. 
Plus there'll be some running craic ;-) 

Adidas TERREX fast

The glasses come in a tough hard shell case, with the option of using a cloth pouch to save space and weight. They come with two lenses, regular 100% uv protection lense, and an antifog lens, with Light Stabilization Technology. Both scratch & impact resistant.

The glasses break down in seperate parts easily, and swopping out the lenses, or changing from the arms to the elasticated, helmet compatible, head band. 

The removable inner is vented with Climacool technology, and has a soft foam bumper for comfort, and for wicking sweat. 

The arms are built on TRI.FIT technology, which allows you to change the angle for a perfect custom fit. I found this really useful, as apparently my head is mega wonky!!

So how are they? 
Luckily the first chance i got to test them it was actually sunny!! First impressions was that they were very big on my face, but after 1/2 mile i was impressed with the range of vision that the bigger lenses afforded me. 
I was surprised with the lack of movement whilst running, bobbing along uneven ground usually moves sunglasses quite a bit, while they weren't stuck fast, i didnt notice any movement. 
The only drawback whilst running was the lower edge of the glasses blocked any vision of your feet (remember though i take short steps as a forefooter, so not throwing my leg forward) and on technical footing it did get a bit sketchy! 
All in all on the first run i was pretty impressed, they also fit quite easily into a chest pocket and my shorts pocket, and light enough not to notice!

Second Test 

Obviously these glasses are designed for multiple uses, so myself and a colleague (@parki228) headed to the wintry conditions on the fells to see how they faired! 
The weather was awful. Pouring with rain before we left car, not ideal for testing sunglasses! 
We made our way to Blea Tarn on Red Pike, then up into Chapel Crags, to find some snow!
The gullies were still in pretty decent shape with 3-5ft of snow at least, perfect for testing the glasses. 

These glasses are really at home in the snow! The headband is super comfy and holds the glasses comfortably on your face, and the ClimaCool ventilation aids the anti-fogging massively. 
It was still pouring down, and spin drift was blowing down the gully, thankfully the glasses, pretty much in goggle mode, meant that neither were an issue, allowing us to see perfectly whilst climbing the gully.

Verdict:
In the fells, especially in the snow, these  lightweight glasses, which you can make into a goggle, are absolutely perfect. Comfortable, due to the foam padding, and pretty much unnoticeable due to the weight, they're a great addition to a fell runners pack, and indeed hillwalkers and mountaineers. Being impact resistant is a nice bonus too, as not everything goes to plan in the hills! A successful summit of K2 was made in the same model - no easy feat! 
Flat out running they were comfortable but a little on the big side for me, and i do prefer rimless, purely for vision on the technical trail & scree that i tend to run on.
A day on the bike would have been nice, as i feel they would be perfect.
The ability to change lenses or the arms to headband so quickly is a major advantage, as are the adjustable angles on the arms! 
For people looking for a pair of glasses to cover everything though, you can't go wrong with these, they are very adaptable to every activity, and removing the inner framework leaves them looking good for casual use/driving. 


Tuesday 4 February 2014

Little by little

Yesterday marked another significant improvement in my running. I have a 5k route with just under 200ft of ascent that i run regularly, either as recovery runs after longer days out, or when i have little time left in the day. 
The first time i ran it, towards the end of 2013, it took me around 35minutes. Which was a sure sign of my ability to plod along at a snails pace! I took little comfort in the knowledge that the route includes crossing 2 main roads and 6 stiles & gates. I set my sights on sub 30.
Slowly i worked my average time down to around 32/33 minutes, still feeling slow. My PB had improved to just under 31mins. 
I January i lowered my PB again to just over 30 minutes, and my average was now sub 31, no matter the conditions (a mile of swamp like fields, sometimes waist deep in flood water) or how tired my legs were on recovery runs. 
Yesterday i woke from a nap (don't judge, i'm on a weeks holiday!) and felt the urge to run. Nothing felt particularly different, and by the start of mile 3, the constant glue like mud was tiring my legs quickly.
I got home and stopped my watch, 29'52! A new PB by 26seconds and the first sub 30 on the route! 
Still slow for 3 miles for a lot of people out there, but a great achievement for me! 
Sights firmly set on sub 29 now!


Friday 31 January 2014

January Recap

Hello! 2 blogs in 2 days i hear you cry! Just a quicky today to recap January for all you stat lovers! 

17 runs
100.95 miles
17'880ft of ascent
Avg 5.9miles per run
Avg 177ft per mile

Beaten quite a few of my pb's and reset new targets accordingly, even scoring a pb this morning on what was supposedly a recovery run after Wednesdays 16miler! 

February needs more ascent! 

Thanks for the continued support! 

Onwards & Upwards

Wednesday 29 January 2014

What can i do? I can take one more step

Hello, 
I know it's been 2 months since i last wrote here, and on todays long run i was wondering why i go through floods & droughts of blogging. The answer, i think, is that in the past i used the blog when i was struggling in life, as a way to voice my inner self, a therapy of sorts. 
The reason i haven't blogged for 2 months is because i'm pretty happy at the moment! I've had things to blog about, shoes, kit, routes and my running in general, but havent needed the outlet that blogging provides. 
I met an amazing lady in November who accepts me for who i am, heart stuff, anxiety and my ugly mug! 
I have been promoted at work, and despite initial anxiety at being left in charge for the first time, i'm really enjoying the new challenge & responsibilities that accompany it. 
I have faced down my anxiety demons and i'm winning the fight, there are stumbles along the way, but i'll be damned if i can't beat this affliction. 
Finally, there's running. Which is the reason you're here! 
For the most of November & the entirety of December i rarely ran more than 3 miles per outing. Running 3-4 times a week, building a solid foundation for 2014, and losing 14lbs in the process!
I introduced hill reps to my running as a structured training session. 210ft in 0.5miles,3 times for 3 miles total including descent. My uphill times rarely change, the way my heart works just doesn't lend itself to steep climbs. The descents are getting faster, hitting sub 5 minute mile pace, i like downhill ;-) 
Come Jan 1st i was feeling pretty good, i hadn't over done anything for nearly 2 months, and so upped my mileage and ascent. I took my long run upto 9 miles, a simple lap of Derwentwater with 400ish feet of ascent. The first outing brought with it a pb of a couple minutes, which had stood for almost 12 months. 
I moved my hill rep workout to a steeper hill (yes im crazy!) so now in 3 reps i clear around 1000ft in 0.5 mile reps. 
I've also made a return to logging some bigger ascents, Sunday Skiddaw runs are making a bit of a comeback, and double reps of Dodd Fell are a new addition for over 2500ft in 7 miles. 
Today i decided to up the ante, and really take myself out of my comfort zone. The Ennerdale 25k route isn't new to me, i ran it 4/5 times last year, but had ran it, or any similar distance since July 2013. 
It turned out to be one of my greatest runs ever. Ever. The first time i ran this loop it took me 3hrs 37minutes. There's 1200ft+ of ascent, and miles 14&15 are rock & tree route strewn rivers basically, and at that point in the run i would lose time like water through a sieve! I got my pb to 3:24:00 though my 'dream time' was 3hours.
Despite my hill reps and building a good foundation, i was feeling a little disheartened with the lack of uphill or speed improvements. I was finding i was feeling better post runs, but still plodding along at my snail pace.
I set out with the knowledge that i could run 8/9 miles without issue, but i also knew that there was more uphill in the first 8/9 miles here than around Derwentwater. 
One foot in front of the other i made it through the first 6 miles comfortably, taking the undulating course in my stride. Around 6 miles i realised that i hadn't walked once, where normally i would have hiked a few of the uphills. 
It dawned on me that the hill reps and building a strong base were working wonders. I was just looking in the wrong place!! 
I was covering ground i'd normally walk at the same pace as the bits i knew i could run. 
I was still running strong after 11 miles, but finding the ascents a little tougher. As i said earlier, miles 14 & 15 are tough! I still lost time on them compared to my average miles so far, but i was running along them competently, picking my footfalls seemingly by intuition rather than thought. Once again i came to the realisation that crazy torchlit runs up & down Skiddaw in foul weather had improved my foot placement on technical ground. Descending Jenkins Path, at speed, in darkness & cloud with only a headtorch for illumination apparently works wonders!! 
I was still running at the end, calves cramping, thighs aching, but smiling. I knocked 21minutes 18 seconds off my pb, 3:02'42!! So close to my goal of a sub 3hr loop!
A distance i'd not even come close to running for 6 months, and a huge pb, have shown me that even when i think my training is doing nothing, it's actually working wonders! Never give up! 

Thanks for making it this far!! As a new addition to the blog ill be listing the shoes/clothing/kit that i'm using at the minute too!

Shoe(s)
Open Fell - Inov8 Trailroc 235 - uppers aren't brilliant but it's my go to shoe for everything, 3mm drop, super grippy & comfortable over any distance!
Trail - New Balance 1010v2 - 4mm drop, mega comfy, use for most runs that have little or no mud, perfect for river & canal paths! 
Road - i've been doing a bit of work on the tarmac this winter, Skora Base is my shoe of choice, 0mm drop, anatomical last, perfect with or without socks 

Clothing
Berghaus Smoulder Pullover - made with Polartec Powerdry it is my favourite full sleeve top, super wicking, breathable, and warm!
Haglofs Gram Smock - seriously impressed with this, made with Gore-Tex Active Shell it has barely been off my back this winter! Breathability to the max, 100% waterproof, a genuine must have!

And a special mention to inov8 mudsocks, bought them on recommendation of a friend, best socks i've ever ran in!

Ok, i've talked enough! I'll leave you with some recent photo's!