Doing the best that I can, at writing, running and living
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
Photo by Emre Can Acer on Pexels.com I’m sitting inside our bedroom watching the back garden world through our window. A pigeon lands and bounces up and down a few times on the slender branch of a neighbour’s whomping willow. I can’t see the rain falling but I can see the puddles being attacked with… Continue reading Reflections and Resolutions
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
Roy, at last Spring's fundraiser Challenge. Last night we ran the first Chairman’s Challenge of the year. It has now been renamed the Roy Fisher Challenge in honour of our long-serving previous Chairman who sadly died last week. It seemed ironic, that our first club meet, after he passed way, should be this race. Roy… Continue reading In Memory of Roy
I haven’t posted for a couple of weeks as the charger of my laptop gave up the ghost. I had to go into the Apple shop in Liverpool to choose between buying one off-the-shelf for a lot of money, or getting talked at by an engineer who checked and verified that my charger was indeed… Continue reading Aintree 10K
Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com I’ve just had a nail-biting time listening to the tennis on BBC 5 Live today. What a gargantuan match, and although I’ve got nothing against Medvedev, I am exceedingly pleased that Rafael Nadal was the first of the three male GOATs (Greatest Of All Time) to get past the 20… Continue reading Game, Set and Match
I don’t think I have cared for a pair of trainers as much as I have cared for these trail shoes. Okay, this is only my second official XC race, but I am fairly certain that this process of scrubbing the several layers of grime and grass after each time may turn into a ritual.… Continue reading Runcorn Cross-Country Race
I’m squatting by a bucket of muddy water outside my house with rubber gloves on and a toothbrush in my hand, wondering if this is what normal people do on a Sunday. To clarify, the toothbrush has long been demoted from the task of cleaning teeth, and used to have a happy, later life getting… Continue reading Running, or was it wallowing (?), in Beacon Park
I was saying to Sue last night that … Well I wasn’t so much saying, as gasping, barely able to get a syllable in, between the short and desperate inhalations. Despite my wheezing, we managed to hold a conversation of sorts and I was explaining that I’d not done any hill training for two, maybe… Continue reading Run To The Hills
No word of a lie: Adriene’s yoga theme for this month is called ‘RESET”! What??!! I didn’t know that when I wrote my last piece and of course, she knows diddly squat about me…or does she?!!! Errr, no. But the synchronicity of the intentions has fired me up to be a little more resolute and… Continue reading Sweetness and Light
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