Doing the best that I can, at writing, running and living
Cross country. It causes a bit of a marmite reaction. The hatred usually comes from some teenage trauma, when a P.E. lesson in the winter rain has forced you to shiver in your vest and shorts on some grubby mound at the far corner of the school grounds. With memories like that it’s hard to… Continue reading Clarke Gardens XC Race Again
There is a saying which goes along the lines of: if you keep doing the same thing, you’ll end up with the same results. That is, I think, why I haven’t got any faster at the marathon this year. It’s okay because they weren’t really my A races. That was the 50K in July, and… Continue reading Chester Marathon – I Beat The Bear
It’s a weird feeling that I have going into tomorrow's marathon in Chester. It’s the first marathon I’ve done, where I feel pretty confident that I’ll complete it, for one thing. That’s a big thing to say, especially at the speed I go (hopefully that statement has not jinxed me). Even though I fell apart… Continue reading One Sleep ‘Til Chester
This has happened to me before. This slump. This complete plummet in energy. The fatigue. The lethargy. I know exactly what will fix it, but I think I need one more day in my sloth cocoon before I, in the words of the indomitable Ms. Swift, ‘shake it off’. Last night I had several dream… Continue reading Taper Blues
It was a race of two halves. I’ve often been told that a marathon’s second half begins at twenty miles, and the second half yesterday was noticeably different from the first. I didn’t expect my hottest marathon to be in Ireland, in September. It felt even warmer than when I ran in Greece for the… Continue reading Dingle Marathon
As we jogged along the road in Cloghane, the American came out of his house with the re-cycling. He cheered us as we hailed him and continued on. It was a small village. Padraig (pronounced ‘Pohrag’) had introduced himself the night before, by the fire in O’Conner’s. His was the only table free in the… Continue reading The Night Before
‘We have hills in Wales, not fells.’ The barman sounded categorical, but I still liked the idea that I was now sitting snuggly by his fire after having completed another fell race, even though I’m none the wiser on the distinction. Before I took them out onto the hills. It was the final midweek race in the… Continue reading Ponderosa Fell Race
When it’s a fast flat course and offering a tidy sum of prize money, you’re going to entice some cracking runners. For this race in Wrexham, there was the likes of Marc Scott, a former Olympian (28:27), and Omar Ahmed, who I’d once seen in the Chester 10K, when he and Jonny Mellor were duking… Continue reading Helena Tipping 10K
‘Under no circumstances,’ I stipulated to Vince, as we passed kilometre marker 94, ‘tell me that we’ve only got a Parkrun to go.’ We were on the last section of the Ridgeway, an ancient chalky trail path that runs from Wiltshire to Buckinghamshire for eighty-seven miles, although once upon a time, it had been more… Continue reading Race To The Stones – 50K
This week I have been in a state of slightly raised anxiety. My fingers have been automatically making internet enquiries of the forecast, every day, several times a day, for that area of Berkshire and Wiltshire where I’ll be doing my run this Sunday. The wind speed (quite gentle); the direction (headwind nearly all the… Continue reading Ultra Concerns
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