Leg two (Northolt to Hanger Lane)
Sunday, 9 May 2010 by Simon
Today started off so promisingly but rapidly descended into disaster.
I set off from Northolt Station at 09:30 following two weeks of complete rest. It felt wonderful to be running again and the distance between Northolt and Greenford passed without any problems. I felt fresh and fit and euphoric. When I reached the station, I pestered a guy into taking my photograph and he did a fine job. Like all of my previous guest photographers, I handed him a slip of paper with the URL of this blog, so if you’re reading this: thanks guy!
You’ll notice I wore trousers today. This was because the weather was terrible.
Almost immediately after turning my back on Greenford Station I began to feel the familiar sting growing in my knee. Urgh. I tried to minimise the amount of strain I was putting on my left knee by sort of “speed limping”, but this didn’t have much of a positive effect. I was dismayed to note the rate at which the pain was developing from “slightly uncomfortable” to “fucking unbearable” and within half a mile I was forced to slow down to walking pace. I hobbled the remaining distance to Perivale Station, occasionally testing the water with short bursts of painful speed.
As I waited for someone to emerge from the seemingly desolate underground station, I pondered to myself whether I was in any state to continue with the run. Hanger Lane was about 1.5 miles away along a single, congested, unforgiving road. No I wasn’t, I quickly reasoned. Several minutes passed without any human activity and I eventually threw in the towel by limping through the ticket barriers, photo-less. You’ll just have to imagine a frustrated, moist figure standing in front of this scene:
During the short tube journey between Perivale and Hanger Lane, confused passengers gawped at my now inaccurate T-shirt. They were right, I definitely wasn’t running the Central line.
I met Beth outside Hanger Lane Station and explained the situation to her. She took my picture while I hatched a plan. Under the harsh constraints of my injury, walking is significantly less painful than running, so I decided it would be sensible to trace my route in reverse and walk with Beth towards Perivale Station where she could take my photo and we could catch the tube home. Unfortunately, this was to prove no more successful than the rest of the day.
After 20 minutes of walking, I conceded that I had no idea where we were. Fortunately, Beth noticed an underground roundel down a side road. We gravitated towards it and soon the full extent of my navigational ineptitude was revealed. We had somehow drifted towards Ealing Common Station.
Right then. Tired of walking, we attempted to board a District line train towards Ealing Broadway but failed this most basic of tasks by standing on the wrong platform like morons and getting on a train heading in the opposite direction. Damn it. At Acton Town, we were careful to step onto a train that said “Ealing Broadway” on the front. We managed this, and at last began to make progress towards home on the Central line. We decided against getting out at Perivale for a photo opportunity in case I fell down a manhole or something. Beth took this excellent “picture” (without realising my camera was on video mode) as a substitute.
As we departed from Perivale, the driver warned us over the telecom that he would be “proceeding at a cautious speed due to a signal failure”. Fantastic. After a lot of stopping and starting, the train eventually crept into Northolt station just two and a half hours after we had initially left. What a morning.
So what happens now? I honestly don’t know. I’m absolutely desperate to complete my challenge but if I can only manage a couple of miles after two weeks of rest, what hope do I have? As far as I can see, this leaves me with a few less-than-ideal options:
- Fail to take the hint and keep trying, possibly damaging my knee in the process.
- Walk it.
- Give up.
I happen to know this blog has a lot more readers than the number of comments would necessarily betray. I’d really appreciate your input this week guys and girls. What should I do?
Thanks for reading.

Segway.
I demand it.
- Laurence
Segway sounds good. I think walk it for a bit rather than risk damaging your knee entirely.
You can't give up now, you'd only regret it later. It's still pretty impressive to do it. Maybe you could walk it in a silly way, backwards or something? Am mending the t-shirt accordingly of course.
Maybe look into knee supporting bandage thingies ive seen a lot of people with rubbih knees running with em on so they must help somehow
SEGWAY SEGWAY SEGWAY
but if not, walk it.
also, i love video photos. i used to take them all the time, to wind people up. you point the camera at them, they strike a pose, and you film as they try and keep the same grin for a whole minute while you are 'just waiting for the flash to charge, it'll go off any second now.'
Walking is quite similar to running. And as walking will take even longer than running, you could argue that it would be an even harder challenge! :-)
I definitely wouldn't risk causing permanent damage to your knee so don't feel bad about not running. And you never know, you might walk the next leg and then it recovers and you can run the rest.
Hope you make a decision you are happy with.
Amy. x
Rest, but rest for longer than before. Then maybe walk for a few miles and build it up from there.
and LOL at your detour, so drastic
Wow - your adventures make my laps around the park seem so dull!
I agree with the fellow above. Rest for a bit longer and then build it up slowly. You don't want to do any permanent damage. Plus we have ten years for the TYSIC - so no rush!
Good luck!
Simon,
Your efforts to date have been extremely impressive and have made me feel very guilty about my lack of action over what has become a daily moan over my dwindling fitness.
It's a shame about your knee but you don't want to do long term damage. There would be no shame in walking it, you never know a few weeks of lighter strain and you may be able to run the last couple of sections.
Mark