Doing the best that I can, at writing, running and living
‘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
‘Fell running’, I declared, whilst huffing along a rare bit of flat ground, ‘is the epitome of running.’ ‘Definitely’, agreed one of the Deestriders women who had joined me in being at the back of the pack. My legs were like mush after the second descent, and evidently my brain was too, if I was… Continue reading Hotfoot Up Famau Fell Race
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
Ferns against a stone wall in the foreground, with an open field and then trees and further fields beyond. Above a blue sky streaked with white plane lines, and the occasional wispy cloud.
Is it normal to go back and replay a traumatic experience, just to check if it really is as bad as you thought it was the first time? Jo likened it to childbirth, and why we haven’t extinguished ourselves as a species. So it was, with me and fell running. Having attempted my very first… Continue reading Cilcain Mountain Race – Another Fell
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
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