Doing the best that I can, at writing, running and living
I nearly didn’t make it to Parkrun. The postcode took me to a turning that was signposted as Belladrum and then told me ‘You have arrived’ but it was a narrow road that continued winding through the dark trees. There were a couple of houses and two ‘private’ roads branched off the main track and… Continue reading Drumnadrochit
Today is the last day of the month and this is the weekend I was supposed to try and smash out a good 5K effort after six weeks of training. The training involved getting two speed sessions in, with short and long intervals. As it’s a rare occurrence for me to take myself out of… Continue reading Training For A 5K – The Result
Can I believe that my Long Slow Run (LSR) of twelve miles – well a little short of twelve miles today – will be classed as a short run in a couple of months? Right now, it is incomprehensible. As I put my legs on the sofa in front of me and wonder why my… Continue reading LSRs, 5K Training and Volunteering
I feel like I’m in a state of limbo. Having had a week away last week for Anne’s birthday, the plan was to come back and get back into writing mode. However. My book is still with the editor and has been for six weeks and counting. The holdup has been for various reasons, the… Continue reading Limbo Land
The clue was in the name: Sunny Hill Parkrun. To be fair, whatever speed I did here was a bonus, considering that wine o’clock had started around lunch time the previous day. Just to roll up for the start was a win. It was yet another murky day, and cold enough to keep my London Marathon consolation… Continue reading Sunny Hill Parkrun
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
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.
I’ve just inhaled the first of my two chocolate eclairs, and aiming to slow down and savour the second, if it is at all possible. Oh, no. It isn’t. It’s gone. It’s like eating air though, when the choux pastry is all nice and light, so to ‘inhale’ a chocolate éclair is probably the only… Continue reading Parkrun Sandwich: Yorkshire MT – Week 8
Having felt so positive in the previous couple of weeks, I’ve had a little dip. I don’t mean that I’m down in the doldrums. Quite the contrary, I feel pretty good, but I haven't quite fired on all cylinders this week. Yesterday, I was wiped out from a heavy duty headache for most of the… Continue reading Parkrun Sandwich + Yorkshire MT – Week 4
