Exit for Marble Arch | #NikeMilers

In the corner of Hyde Park, set back slightly from the road and the soap boxes of Speakers' Corner is a small flight of descending stairs. It's an unassuming scar on an otherwise barely blemished field.

Tiny and unnoticeable, it's locked to the public. Behind the door, a concrete access tunnel winds a quarter mile beneath the park and the five-lane monster of a roundabout that is Marble Arch.

It was through this door that Nike led us.

Strange, really. We were in Hyde Park to run a timed-mile. There's plenty of space - they could have picked any inch of grass to run on - so why did we have to go underground first? Presumably to get changed...

How wrong we were. Along the tunnel lies a car park filled with luxury cars and a electrified fence to keep them safe. Glowing orange, pink, and purple, the tunnel and the car park were lit a night club. Giant speakers, giant screens, Paula Radcliffe, and Steve Cram.

Yep, this was more like it. A true Nike event. They weren't going to organise a simple jog around the park now, were they.

We were givens some kit, naturally. We were shown a video, of course. We were coached as to how to warm up and prepare psychologically, thanks for that. We stretched. We jogged. We challenged our co-ordination - or mine at least - with dynamic exercises.

By the starting line, I felt slightly confused, slightly muddled, but almost prepared for what was to come.

Five beeps. Go on the fifth ... ... ... ... ...

And we were away. Streaking along (I'd like to think) between the rows of Bentleys, Mercedes, and BMWs, twisting around the pillars of the car park, following the yellow and blue markers with our eyes, and spinning our neon trainers furiously.

I lost my running partner pretty quickly. I overtook one, I overtook two, I overtook three or four.

And then I was alone. The car park was empty. All I could hear were the far away cries of the finish and my own breath pounding out a mistimed rhythm.

One lap. Two laps. The corners were tough. Turning was tight and on each straight I settled into a comfortable pace, before having to flex my knees and adjust my balance again.

Finally, lungs burning, it was the final straight. I lifted my arms and feet as high as I could and went for a 'sprint' finish.

Too soon.

The final straight had a twist in it's tale - a long slow corner back up the access ramp we'd started down.

I hadn't factored that in at all. Slowing down, I was overtaken by my running partner. Damn. A slight kick in the teeth, but a time of 5.58 I was very very happy with.

A bottle of water and a bag of popcorn later, and we were outside once again. Back to the park, back to the tube, ready for the commute home.

I'm slightly hooked, I have to say. I've been focusing on distance for the past year, but the mile might be my new best friend. I'd love to go back again next year and try it out once more. Hopefully I'll improve.

Keep an eye on Nike UK for more info on #NikeMilers.

What's your route? Nike + Glenmuir

Runners seem to be creatures of habit - I know I am. Favourite shorts, favourite t-shirt, favourite socks, favourite trainers, favourite route. All the favourites.

It probably won't come as a surprise that my favourite running shoes are Nikes. Well, they didn't use to be. I was more of an Asics man, but trying out some Lunar Flyknits has changed my preference. They're incredibly light, yet solid enough to provide some support on the endless concrete, stone, and asphalt I pound along in London.

Pound. Ha ha. As if I go that fast! I counted at least five people who overtook me on the way home tonight.

That's my most travelled route. The run home from a client's office - when I'm there. It's a great run. Shoreditch, to the City, over the bridge at St Paul's, and then a long home stretch along the South Bank.

A few small ups, a few small downs, and plenty of tourists to dodge in the summer. Distraction comes from the brilliance of London. The different views, different landmarks, different running surfaces. Perfect.

Aside from that, I try my best to mix things up. A loop around Westminster is a particular favourite, but I'm starting to explore a bit further by running along tube line or two and catching the train back.

I'm sure the other folks on the tube are happy with that! Although, I'm usually well dressed - donning Glenmuir base layers. They're good in the cold and the warm. Wicking away the sweat or holding in the warmth.

Anyway, that's my route (or two) what about yours?

The new Nike Free 5.0 Trainer

Recently, I've been thinking more and more about my fitness. While my lungs and legs can carry me for about an hour, and I can shimmy up a few walls at VauxWall, I still feel that I'm struggling.

Running can be torture on my joints, feet, and calves. Climbing on my shoulders, arms, and core.

It's not enough just to keep running and to keep climbing, I need to improve the muscle strength and flexibility required for both activities.

That's where training comes in. Something drilled in to me pretty hard at a Nike NFL fitness camp last year. It was only a couple of hours, but boy do those NFL guys work hard on every single muscle needed for the game.

With the launch of the new Nike Free 5.0 Trainers, Nike are at their best again, not just advertising the shoe, but introducing it in the context it was designed for.



This video with Rory McIlroy, for instance, is a great example of the sort of fitness work I'm looking to do more of. Focus on core strength, focus on balance, focus on posture, focus on flexibility.

I'll let you know how I get on.

Running Gear | Asics GT-3000 2

This Christmas I was recommended the book Born to Run, by Christopher McDougall. As the Kindle app icon whirled through the download, I started thinking of that age-old debate as to whether or not running is actually good for you.

While there's no argument that running doesn't aid your cardiovascular capacity, while burning calorie after calorie, the damage that can be caused by the high impact nature of running is frequently cited as a reason not to run.

As strange as it sounds, I enjoy running too much to care. My knees still work, and after a run, I don't ache anymore than after football, rowing, climbing, or the gym, so I'll carry on for now.

Perhaps it's my trainers that help.

I was always told never to skimp on decent running shoes.

Okay, the person who said that was trying to sell me a pair. He does a lot of running though, so I trust his judgement. Besides, running definitely is a high impact activity, there's no escaping that. Shoes that cushion, support, and don't peel your toenails off can only be a good thing.

Everyone I speak to has their own preference for running shoes, discovered either through trial and error or via a gait analysis. This preference usually extends to a brand, as well as a style. For me, that's Asics and in particular the GT-3000 range (formerly the GT-3030 range).

I won't go into the technical details of how, why, or what makes this trainer my favourite - mainly, as I don't understand them. Instead, I'll point you in the direction of this piece from Runner's Forum and simply say that these are the most comfortable running shoes I've ever worn, supporting my feet for every mile I've run in the last year, and still feeling as good as new.

Pictures: Asics website.

Like running? Check out my piece on running in London or my adventures at Tough Mudder 2014.

Hidden London | VauxWall, London

We all get stuck in our routines, even those of us who live in a city like London. It's especially true when it comes to exercise. The same circuit, the same weights, the same reps are all easy ruts to fall into, yet very difficult to climb back out of.

I first considered going climbing instead of the gym while training for Tough Mudder. I was running and gym-ing almost every day, growing increasingly bored and finding myself stuck at a certain level - the old exercise plateau.

Fortunately for me, at about the same time, VauxWall opened all of ten minutes down the road.

Built within a couple of the archways beneath Vauxhall railway station, VauxWall is a bouldering centre - basically, climbing without ropes, with a large crash mat to fall on, should you need it. I haven't so far...luckily.

It's good fun, very tiring, and a great workout for your arms, legs, and even your lungs. It is a little daunting, seeing people hanging from blocks no bigger than a penny, but even in the short time I've been going, I've improved and moved up from the basic blocks to the (ever-so-slightly) smaller ones.



In the New Year I'll be making a regular weekly visit to VauxWall. I'm not going to grow the necessary hand calluses without it!

Liked this piece? Check out my review of Tough Mudder, London South!

p.s. All images taken from the VauxWall website gallery (and do not feature me).