Doing the best that I can, at writing, running and living
I think I have pulled a muscle in my left buttock. This didn’t happen while I was running the Chester Half Marathon on this sweltering Sunday. Nor did it happen while I painted the back fence between 11am and 3pm during the zenith of the sun’s powers on a sizzling Saturday. It happened while I… Continue reading Chester Half Marathon
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
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
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
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
I’m gathering the cards together from a game that the kids had been playing. A pairing game. Match the animal … to its droppings. It is a universal truth that children of a certain age have a fascination for all things scatological. Just saying the word ‘poo’ out loud sends our nearly two and nearly… Continue reading Croccy Double – XC Madness
Buds … little tiny buds reaching out through the cold winter earth. I’m not talking daffodils or irises, but the beginnings of a flowering of my strength. The very beginnings mind, but in today’s race there were moments where I actually felt pretty good. So, it seems that consistency does pay off eventually. The Borders… Continue reading Borders Race – Pensby As Hosts
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