Well, I’ve just looked at my official results from today’s run. Not quite what I had hoped for but not all bad. I should have known really. At about the 8k mark, the pacer for 60 minutes loped past me, easy as you like, while I puffed and panted, trying my best to squeeze out… Continue reading Chester Zoo 10K
Category: Running
Party Time
You know you’ve had a successful party when, despite two good downpours and the need to hold down the collapsible (and occasionally collapsing) gazebo when the gusts whipped up for a short time, everyone remains in good humour, and eats and drinks well. Such was the case yesterday, when some of Anne’s siblings and mine,… Continue reading Party Time
Rhyl Half Marathon
Well, I didn’t realise quite how popular Harry Styles is. Standing on the platform at Rhyl, yesterday, I heard one young man (late twenties – and, I reckoned, straight) chatting on the phone, moaning about his horrendous train journey thus far, and looking forward to the concert tomorrow night. Then, within three minutes, a group… Continue reading Rhyl Half Marathon
Long Run Blues
Well! Never mind hitting a plateau, I think I’m rolling backwards like a large, weighty moss-repellent stone. I’ve just walked in from a long run, hoping to hit the elusive 13, ready to be content with a steady 12, and I’ve managed a pathetic 9 and a bit miles. My legs muscles are aching like… Continue reading Long Run Blues
Hitting a Plateau
Well it’s Friday (whoop! whoop!) and I’ve handed in my final piece of coursework so I can party! But it will have to wait until Sunday evening, as tomorrow Anne and I will be babysitting Alf and his baby brother Leo. Overnight!! While their parents go out for a well-deserved break at their friend’s wedding.… Continue reading Hitting a Plateau
Running up that hill
I’m sitting on the bed, propping my legs up on pillows in the vain hope that that will help them recover faster. To be fair it’s a wonder that I can walk at all given what I’ve put them through this morning. On this anniversary of Shakespeare’s birth and death day ( I wonder how… Continue reading Running up that hill
Calder Vale Good Friday 10 Miler
Well I didn’t want to do this. Not when I realised there were less than 200 people running it, and it was hilly, and it was an hour and a half’s drive away, and no other Pensby Runner was doing such a crazy thing on a Good Friday Bank Holiday. Did I mention it was… Continue reading Calder Vale Good Friday 10 Miler
Down Time
I’ve just come back from a shorter long run this morning, a steady eight miles. Because last week I finally got over the ten-mile barrier that had seemed so elusive, it gave me an easy mathematical calculation to dial back to 80% for my ‘down’ week. Already the magnolia is losing its petals If you… Continue reading Down Time
Feelin’ Good
It was a new day and I was out for a short five miler this morning. I can call it short because my long runs are at nearly double that now. I can’t quite get past the 10 yet and I did feel a bit frustrated with my 9.75 on Friday, my legs just felt… Continue reading Feelin’ Good
Do You Remember The First Time?
The other night I was doing a club run, and found myself comfortably at the back of the six-mile group. Sometimes, if you’re not quite feeling the energy surging, taking it easy and just getting time on your feet is the way to go. Random picture of snowdrops from my run I cantered alongside Jim,… Continue reading Do You Remember The First Time?
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