Doing the best that I can, at writing, running and living
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
As much as you know you’re booked in for a race, when that envelope flutters down to the doormat with your bib number it feels more real. I still get butterflies for the big races when my number comes, and this one is the biggest I will probably do. There was a nice symmetry about… Continue reading Less Than Two Weeks To Go
I am a sucker for statistics, but I like to think that I’m not beholden to them. I use them to find patterns and correlations in a slightly more scientific manner than the augurys of old. At the beginning of March last year, I was able to complete a 20-mile race in three hours and… Continue reading Damned Lies And Statistics
‘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
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
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
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