14:23 miles (although it said 12.1 miles officially) I try to remind myself, about eight miles into what will eventually be fourteen plus miles, that I will get stronger as the days progress. That’s how I remember it the last time we went out on a big walking adventure. But that was ten years ago,… Continue reading WHW:Day 1 – Milngavie to Drymen
Author: theleadlesspencil
I started blogging to practise using that writing 'muscle'. And it's made me realise that I keep banging on about the same subjects: mainly 'running', sometimes about what I'm reading, and, even more occasionally, where I'm going.
Glasgow
Stepping off the train in Glasgow, we felt for a moment that we were back in Liverpool. There was the same glass and iron roof that we’d left just a few hours ago, and I wouldn’t be surprised if it was the same pigeon, or at least its cousin, nonchalantly strolling around the concourse, paying… Continue reading Glasgow
Wirral Summer Trail Series
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
Back In The Game – With A Tea Break
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
North Cyprus – Part Three
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
North Cyprus – Part Two
North Cyprus covers, roughly, the top third of the country. And given that it is squat and wide, you would normally be travelling across it between the east and the west. The northern edge is covered by the Kyrenia Mountain range, often called the Five-Finger Mountains after one of the central peaks that has five… Continue reading North Cyprus – Part Two
North Cyprus – Part One
We are in Cyprus, taking a package tour of the Turkish northern part, although we did dip our toes in to the Greek part yesterday by crossing the Green Line in Nicosia for an hour or so. I don’t remember having done a package holiday before. It’s the kind of holiday where you get to… Continue reading North Cyprus – Part One
Liverpool Half Marathon
Sometimes, just sometimes, being bad at mental arithmetic can be a good thing. I was approaching the board bearing the number ‘11’ in large enough font for even the severely myopic, and I glanced down at my watch – 1:58, or something like that, as my eyes were a tad blurry from the salty beads… Continue reading Liverpool Half Marathon
HM Training – Week 8 of 9 (Borders Race)
I think I definitely put in some effort this morning because now I’m struggling to raise myself from my position of repose this afternoon. Race five in the Borders League series, was in sunny Capenhurst, in Cheshire. When I searched for the village on Google maps, it put a red boundary line around what looks… Continue reading HM Training – Week 8 of 9 (Borders Race)
Track Training
Note to self: don’t eat a big plate of pasta two and a half hours before my track session. It had been a while since I’d done any track work, so I’d forgotten that there is a big difference in the stomach, between pootling along and pumping my arms and legs. Next time, I’ll try… Continue reading Track Training
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