Doing the best that I can, at writing, running and living
I nearly didn’t make it to Parkrun. The postcode took me to a turning that was signposted as Belladrum and then told me ‘You have arrived’ but it was a narrow road that continued winding through the dark trees. There were a couple of houses and two ‘private’ roads branched off the main track and… Continue reading Drumnadrochit
I have just picked up On Writing, Stephen King’s well-known primer on, well, writing. Surprisingly, I’ve never read it before, but then I’ve not read that many books on ‘how to write’. Yes, I know I did a Masters on it, but that was on Creative NON-Fiction, so a slightly different beast. Compared to my other pastime, running,… Continue reading WiFi Blues
I’m in the last week before my marathon. I have absolutely no idea how well I’m going to run it anymore because although I started the training well with a very good base (for me) of running thirty miles a week and then upping that to thirty-five, I lost the momentum after a long weekend… Continue reading Tapering For The Loch Ness Marathon
Am I a writer who runs or a runner who writes? Such is the question that has been worming its way around my head for the past hour while I should have been sleeping. It’s now four o’clock in the morning and I have given up the battle of trying to sleep and crept into… Continue reading Insomniac Indecisions
