Doing the best that I can, at writing, running and living
It was like an unintended rock-paper-scissors game. Nick put his arm out and I raised my palm to shake his … fist bump. Then he opened up his hand, and I closed mine. A complete failure of communication on my part. But I hope he forgave me, as I was desperately trying to squeeze some… Continue reading Wirral Summer Trail Series
I think all long runs would benefit by being carved up by a cup of tea and a chat. Having been introduced to this most civilised of practises by John, my occasional running buddy, I’ve found the long run, especially the first long run in a few weeks, less daunting by making this addition. I… Continue reading Back In The Game – With A Tea Break
For a few seconds there our coach compatriot had us fooled at the breakfast table. ‘I’m celebrating you know,’ he said. ‘Are you?’, we chorused. ‘Firstly, because Trump sacked Vance.’ ‘Has he?’ High pitched shock. ‘Secondly, because he’s resigned.’ ‘Has he?’ The pitch is almost at dog-calling level. ‘You do know what day it is,… Continue reading North Cyprus – Part Three
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