Doing the best that I can, at writing, running and living
There is something to be said for grabbing air like a fish out of water while you’re trying to run/walk/stagger up some beautiful countryside. And then for having palpitations when you realise that the brake pads have not been serviced for this kind of drop. I really do want to get better at fell running,… Continue reading (Partial) Excalibur Half Recce – aka Running Up Those Hills And Down Again
Well, I think it’s really started. Symptoms: I have acne. My sleep in the last few days has been rubbish for no evident reason. I’m really struggling to build up my long runs because my energy levels are all over the place. It’s been well over two weeks since my period should have started. 1.… Continue reading The Change
Often when I run, I’m listening to a podcast. It’s a nice distraction and one of the only times where I actually can do two things at once. This time, I was listening to ‘The History of Literature’, a show where the host, Jacke (that ‘e’ is not a typo) Wilson, rambles on about literature and poetry… Continue reading We Are As Clouds
Well, at least I’m kind of maintaining a level. After three weeks of trying, I finally managed to get back to the twelve-mile mark, via a parkrun sandwich on a beautiful spring morning. It’s difficult to believe that I was up to 20-mile runs by this time last year. Okay, a slight exaggeration, I managed… Continue reading 50K Training Plan
The moment, while it lasted, was a blur. I remember the usher fixing my gown on the side, for the umpteenth time, as my hood kept slipping back. The row of graduates in front of me gradually disappeared and, finally, I handed the piece of paper with my name to the man who was introducing… Continue reading Graduation At The Barbican
You know, when it takes over five minutes to get a little house key into that tiny back pocket of your leggings, that things aren’t going to turn out as hoped. And given that I had managed to waste another five minutes running back to the house to retrieve my barcode, it was almost inevitable… Continue reading Not A Parkrun Sandwich
Of course, it was the butler wot did it. That was almost inevitable given the shonky plot twists that were revealed to us. What I’m still wondering is why the butler did it in the first place and why he was then killed himself! If you’ve never been to a murder mystery night, and I… Continue reading Murder Mystery Night
Apologies in advance of any typos etc; I’m currently using my £1.99 pharmacy glasses because I’ve misplaced my prescription ones somewhere between sitting and scoffing a Flinglish and going up for a shower. Should be okay if I zoom my Word to 150%. Aside from that minor pain in the butt, I’m feeling pretty good.… Continue reading Borders League – Kelsterton near Connah’s Quay
Today, I have mostly been wrestling with my bed. Not IN my bed. It wasn’t a case of rolling around in the duvet, and refusing to pull up the blinds, as is my occasional want. WITH our bed. Have you ever tried to turn a king-sized mattress around in a room that has barely a… Continue reading First World Problems
I know I like my bread, but running thirteen and a bit miles for some crumpets is a little bit above and beyond. The Village Bakery, a Wrexham company going apparently, since 1934, were once again the proud sponsors of the Wrexham Half Marathon. I had booked onto this in February last year, having run… Continue reading Wrexham Village Bakery Half Marathon
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